Morning Wood

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Chapter: Morning Wood

Author: Axel Otto

Since I met Tuck, I've never gone a day without seeing him. Even if one of us skipped school, (usually me) or if one of us was deathly ill and in the hospital, (Tuck has a shit immune system) and even on holidays (we've celebrated quite a few Thanksgiving's together, even though I'm a German and do not give two shits that the Natives and the colonial Americans put aside their differences for one night.)

So, when my mother proposed a family trip to our homeland for Christmas, there was no way I was going without him.

"PLEASE, MOTHER!"

"Tucker Moon Oaks, you ask me one more time and I swear I will never bake you chocolate chip cookies ever again."

That shut Tuck right up; he would marry chocolate chip cookies if it were legal. He turned to face me, wide-eyed and fearful, his stare begging me to say something to help our case.

"Look, Ms. O-"

"Axel, sweetie, I don't want to hear it from you either. My son is spending Christmas with his mother and his younger brother at home, not in Germany. If either of you ask me again I will forbid you from seeing one another."

Tucker and I both let out an audible gasp. "YOU BITCH!"

Ms. Oaks only smirked at her son's response. She was quite a dynamic woman, Ms. Oaks. She was frankly "the cool mom" who let Tucker throw parties, (although one was enough for the both of us) get hammered, and have girls sleep over. She didn't care if he cursed at her, if he made dirty jokes at dinner, or even if he never cleaned up his room, which honestly needs to be fucking vacuumed.

But what Ms. O did care about was her family. The three of them (plus Rick, occasionally) had mandatory family dinners every single Sunday. They all sat and ate breakfast together every morning, they went to church every Sunday, and on the 6th of every month they went to visit their fathers grave. Six was Mr. Oaks' favorite number, and ironically, he passed away from lung cancer on December 6th a few years before I met Tucker.

Tuck looked at me, his eyes pleading for some way to fix this horrendous ditch we were in. Christmas break was an entire week and a half, we couldn't go without each other for that long.

"We'll you'll just have to stay with us, I guess," Tuck proposed. I sighed.

"Mom wouldn't go for that either. Grandma's health is deteriorating and my parents say it's the last Christmas we'll have with her. I have to go."

Tucker groaned, then turned back to his mother, stamping his feet like a child. "Mommmmmmmmmm!"

"Tucker Moon, if you even finish that sentence, I swear-"

"FINE, WOMAN!"

Tuck groaned again, running his hands through the thick brown hair he decided to grow out. It was all Maggie's doing. She had mentioned once in passing that she liked boys with long hair. Tuck hadn't gotten it cut since.

I didn't really get it though, because the only person who is even allowed to touch his hair is me. I mean, not even Maggie gets that luxury, and she's the one he freaking did it for. Whatever. Boys are confusing.

"Tucker," I said, slapping his shoulder. "I have an idea."

Tuck's brows furrowed. "MA! GET IN HERE! OTTO HAS AN IDEA!"

I heard Ms. O sigh dramatically from the kitchen she had retreated to. A few seconds later the sound of her heels clacking against the wood floor put a smile on Tuck's face. She glanced between the two of us, then put her hands on her hips. "Well, spill it, Axel!"

"So what if we stay here until Christmas, right? You get to have Tuck and Pete for the holiday, and me of course, and then the 26th we fly to Germany and stay with my family for the rest of the week. We'll be back by the 4th right before school, I promise. My mom doesn't want me missing school any more than you want Tuck missing."

Ms. O didn't answer right away, and Tuck took that as a sign to celebrate.

"HELL YES! AXEL YOU'RE A GENIUS!" And then I was being picked up and spun around like some rag doll, but I didn't really mind.

"BOYS!"

Tuck practically threw me down, cementing on a straight face to confront the devil.

"Yes mommy?"

Ms. Oaks bit back a chuckle. "One condition. You pay for the flights yourselves. Rachel is not paying for you two lovebirds to have your own agenda, okay? You can't freaking be without each other for more than a week, you can pay to arrange it, you hear me?"

Obviously, we readily agreed. But since neither of us really had jobs, we had to sell our bodies for money. I'm just shitting you, we got a job as bus boys at a local Italian restaurant and after two weeks of hard labor and flirting with every customer that passed through the doors, we had enough money for the flight. Before we knew it, break had started and we were bidding my family goodbye as we dropped them at the airport in Ms. O's suburban. I gave my mother and father a kiss and Tuck gave Mags a little more than I'd like to share, but they were off and so were we.

The first part of the week was kind of dreary. We got a lot of snow, so all Tuck and I really could do was sit inside and play Fifa with his little brother Pete and his friends until Christmas. Which, to this day, remains one of my all time favorite Christmases of my life.

Ms. Oaks is a freaking Christmas sorcerer. Their house had been covered in decorations since December 1st, but I really hadn't realized how much Tuck's mom loved the holidays until I was actually living there.

On Christmas Eve, we decorated the Christmas tree with all Tuck and Pete's hand-made ornaments (Rick and I got quite the laugh out of those) and all five of us were even required to make Christmas sugar cookies for "Santa."

Later that night we watched Tuck's favorite Christmas movie, The Polar Express. He knew every single line. I couldn't keep my eyes off his face as his lips mouthed the words the characters spoke on screen. After that, we went up to bed, stripped down to our underwear, and got in bed.

Usually when we had sleep over's, Tuck waited until he thought I was asleep, or after he fell asleep, before he cuddled up to me. The night before Christmas, we both got under the covers. Tuck's nightstand was next to where I usually slept, so he leaned over me and switched off his lamp like usual. Except he didn't fall back down to his side after that. His head fell down onto my pillow, his arm tight around my waist, his crotch pressing into my ass.

I couldn't explain why at the time, but I remember feeling my breath get caught in my throat as Tuck breathed against my neck. I didn't get much sleep that night.

What felt like a few minutes later, Tuck's door was being thrown open and light flooded in front of my lids. Groaning, I sat up and opened my eyes.

Ms. O and Pete were standing in front of Tuck's bed. Ms. O had this strange smirk on her face while Pete gaped at us, his mouth hanging open.

"What's wrong with you, kid?" I asked him, rubbing my eyes. Ms. O snorted, her gaze falling from my eyes and on to the bed. Then I realized why Pete was so concerned.

Tuck was still asleep; he is a heavy sleeper, which is why his family usually comes barging in to his room in the mornings. Meanwhile, we were in a bit of a compromising position.

The covers of Tuck's bed had almost completely fallen off, leaving both of us completely exposed. Our legs were intertwined; I was collapsed on Tuck's chest as one of his hands had a strong grip on my ass. I cleared my throat awkwardly, looking down at myself to then realize I was currently sporting stage 3 morning wood. And, cue embarrassed groans that wake Tuck up.

"Shut up, Axel, I'm trying to sleep," he murmured, not even opening his eyes to see my beet-red face, and instead grabbing my ass so intensely that I let out a little moan as he pulled me closer to him. He pressed his face to my neck, breathing me in as he fucking chuckled. I felt my eyes closing. "What the hell was that," he mumbled again, squeezing me even more, turning my stage 3 into a stage 4 in a matter of three seconds.

My eyes snapped open as I practically jumped out of his grip, my limbs flailing around as Ms. O burst out laughing. Once I managed to get myself out of Tuck's arms, I propelled myself off the bed with so much force I couldn't control myself, promptly landing on the hard carpeted floor of Tuck's room. That one even managed to get Pete to laugh.

I groaned, looking up at Tucker who was now wide-awake. He was smiling down at me, a laugh threatening to escape from his lips. I glared at him from my position on the floor as his entire family laughed at me. My eyes traveled down his body subconsciously and then I realized that I wasn't the only one with a bit of morning wood.

My frown turned up into a smirk as I met Tuck's eyes. He stopped laughing, giving me a questioning look. All I had to do was raise my eyebrows and let my gaze fall on his crotch before he was yanking his comforter back up on to his body.

"Out! Get out! We'll be down stairs in a minute, God doesn't anyone fucking knock around here?"

Ms. Oaks was still smirking as she led a stunned Pete out of the room and finally closed the door. Tucker groaned loudly, his head falling back down into the pillows.

"Axel, never do that again." He said seriously, his eyes watching me as I rubbed my now-bruised ass.

"Do what? You're the dickwad who grabbed my ass. You know I have a sensitive ass!" It was true. One ass grab and I was a goner.

"Well... Well..." Tuck was having a hard time coming up with a response. His voice lowered to almost a whisper. "Don't fucking moan next time."

And then he was climbing out of his bed right as I started to get up from the floor. As he passed me, he shoved me back down to the floor, laughing hysterically as my ass slammed down on the ground for a second time as he entered his bathroom.

"DICK!" I shouted. He laughed even harder.

The rest of our Christmas together was uneventful. We opened gifts and ate the best filet mignon ever, before watching The Polar Express again and crashing in Tuck's bed around 11. Despite the events of the morning, Tuck and I were still Axel & Tuck, just like always.

His arm snaked around me as soon as we got in bed again.

I snorted. "I knew you couldn't keep those hands off me."

"Go to bed, Deutschland."


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