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Author's note -- Again, another import from another site. Submitted for a Christmas contest, which I won! :) And apologies to Elvis's Ghost for the title...

Kind of an experiment for me, mostly to see if I could write a really hot masturbation story. Let me know if I succeeded? :D (btw, angst warning)

DISCLAIMER -- I don't own Biker Mice from Mars. All rights retained by their holders. Just borrowing the characters for some free, good dirty fun!

I'll Have a Blue (Balled) Christmas Without You

Throttle pulled back his hand from waving goodbye to Vinnie and Charley as the two headed off for the holidays. Gods, he was such a wimp! At least when it came to matters of the heart. He and Vinnie had..."gotten together" four or five times since Halloween, and they had all been wonderful. They also had all occurred sneaking around behind Charley-girl's back, and pile of guilt was working away at the pit of Throttle's stomach.

Vinnie had said time and time again that he would talk to Charley about the two of them, and Throttle agreed that the news would sound better coming from her...boyfriend. (And there was that perverted side of him that expected Charley to ask to watch -- or to join in.) But Vinnie still hadn't said anything to her. And Throttle hadn't wanted to push him too hard. He didn't know how much strain this new thing with Vincent could take.

And so here he was, waving goodbye to Vinnie and Charley as they drove off on Vinnie's bike for a week's worth of...skiing somewhere north of Chicago. The bike rounded the corner, and Throttle's hand balled into a fist. He pounded the wall in frustration, to his surprise punching a hole in it. Well, at least he would have a week to fix the damn thing.

Modo was away on another one of his "parts runs", and would probably be gone even longer than Vinnie and Charley. (One of these days Throttle was going to follow the grey mouse to see what he really did on these errands that took him away from the garage so often. Throttle knew a thing or two about sneaking around, after all.) So Throttle had the garage to himself for at least a week.

He could go to the club tonight, but a winter storm was threatening the Windy City, and in the mood he was in, Throttle wasn't sure he would have much fun even if he were asked up on the stage again. An evil streak in him hoped that Vinnie and Charley got caught in the storm, forcing them to cancel their plans.

"Enough of that! Back up the jealousy bus, Mister. You survived the Martian resistance, you can survive a week without Vinnie."

Hell, he needed a drink...

Half a dozen root beers later, Throttle was feeling fine. Of course, it helped that he had spiked the root beers with Jack. Gods, he had it bad. He never remembered moping this bad over any of his other lovers. Of course he had never been in love with anyone like Vinnie before.

Throttle thought back to the second time that he and Vinnie had made love. Charley was away visiting friends early in November, and Vinnie had surprised Throttle by springing for a room in a fancy hotel in the Loop. (He had no idea where Vinnie had gotten that kind of cash.) For three days they hadn't stuck their heads out of that room, fucking like rabbits and ordering room service when they got hungry.

That weekend was the first time Throttle had seen Vinnie's naked body by the light of day -- well, at least since they had become lovers. The sun had risen over Lake Michigan and was streaming in through the vertical blinds of the room. Vinnie had kicked most of the covers off his body (he was about as active in bed asleep as he was awake), and the light glowed on his naked white fur.

Throttle had drunk in the sight of his naked body. His white fur made Vinnie's antennae stand out in a way that they didn't on Throttle or Modo. His ears seemed curled in such a fetching way that morning. And that beautiful face of his... His half-mask kept Vinnie from being too "pretty boy". Vinnie was self-conscious about the mask sometimes. Throttle thought it gave his face character. He didn't tell Vincent that it also made him seem vulnerable, the kind of guy he wanted to protect, to just hold in his arms...

There was more to Vinnie than his body, but Throttle was happy that his lover was also a hot piece of ass. Broad shoulders, the lines of his collarbone drawing the eye to his sternum and those rock hard pecs. The little nubbins of his nipples. The hard abs, the 'cut' lines drawing the eye further down to the white mouse's crotch. Throttle smirked and started to pull the remaining sheet off the lower half of Vinnie's body.

Gods, he loved that ass! So round and firm, the 'dimples' in either cheek like two handles inviting you to take hold of them. Throttle could feel his mousehood stirring. He rested a hand on Vinnie's hip, pushing his lover flat onto his back. And he could see that he wasn't the only one in the room getting hard. Vincent's thick pinkred cock was pushing out from his groin, crowning those delicious white low-hanging balls. Too damn tempting... Throttle opened his lips and took the head and then the first couple inches in his mouth. Mmm... Too much of this and his jaw would hurt. But it was worth the risk.

A soft moan changed to a surprised gasp. Throttle chuckled and pulled off Vinnie's cock. "Wow, bro... What a wakeup call... Only thing that would make this better would be breakfast in bed."

"I've got your breakfast in bed right here, motormouth..." Throttle climbed on top of Vincent and fed him his cock. The two Martian mice began to sixty-nine, and Throttle made sure that Vinnie got a tasty breakfast of fresh 'protein shake' before the fucking began in earnest...

Throttle came to with a start. Gods, he had it ba-aaad. He needed to get his mind off Vincent or he was just going to be moping around here all weekend. He rubbed his hand absently over his crotch. He was hard just thinking about Vinnie. He needed to do something to get his mind off his lover. Hmm... Maybe a nice hot bath would do the trick. He bounded up the stairs to the bathroom that the bros shared.

Given that three guys shared the room (Charley had her own bathroom downstairs), they had gone to some expense to remodel the upstairs bathroom. It was starting to look really nice. The latest addition had been a large jacuzzi-style tub installed next to the multi-person shower. Throttle was usually a shower sort of guy, but today he thought a bath would do the trick.

After he turned on the hot water, Throttle straightened up and studied his reflection in the mirror. He wasn't so sure about the fuzzy face that stared back at him through the tinted shade lenses, but enough people told him he was handsome that he guessed they were right. He *was* proud about his body though. He had worked hard to beef up over the years, and it definitely had paid off. Throttle smirked and flexed his arms. Then he shrugged out of his vest, just letting the garment fall to the floor.

He wasn't a muscle god like Modo or a pretty boy like Vincent, but he had always gotten enough action. More than enough, some of his superiors in the resistance had thought. Throttle smiled a grim smile as his right hand ran up his abs. Those resistance days -- and especially the nights -- had been fun. Except for the fighting and dying friends and losing your home planet part. The tan mouse's paw ran up to his left pec and he felt himself up. He had to live his life to its full, for the sake of fallen comrades as much as for his own happiness.

He kicked off his boots and his hands fumbled with his belt for a moment until he could peel his tight jeans off his body. Off with his gloves and his bandana, and he stood there clad only in his trademark shades and a tight pair of black boxer-briefs (a present from Vincent shortly after their trip to the Loop). Reinforced in the crotch, just how Throttle liked 'em. He was hard enough that they still looked like they were going to burst, and there was a wet spot from his leaking pre.

Hell, he was hot. The sort of body that girls and guys both drooled over. A body like this deserved the best possible partners. He was fucking his best friend behind his girlfriend's back, but looking at the body in the mirror, he almost believed he could get away with shit like that. Almost.

Gods, he was hopeless. He was trying to get away from thinking about Vinnie and the mess he was in, and here he was moping about it. A quick glance over the tub told Throttle that it was ready. He cut the water off and rolled off his shorts. He slipped into the hot water, naked except for his shades.

Mmm... That was nice. Outside the snow and wind were blowing, but in the tub Throttle was safe and warm. He closed his eyes and let the water sink into his fur, relaxing his muscles. Well... All except for one. Vinnie was starting to get so worried that Charlie would catch them before he had a chance to...explain things, and he had refused Throttle's advances for the past few days. Throttle hadn't fucked anything besides his hand for almost a week.

A hand drifted down to his balls. He scratched them idly, his cock throbbing at the nearby attention. His package was even bigger than Vincent's, and he hadn't quite gotten a straight answer from the white mouse whether that bothered him or turned him on or both. For all his boasting, Vinnie was actually pretty self-conscious.

Vincent. Everything always drifted back to Vincent. Throttle couldn't help it. His heart ached for the stupid motormouth. Hell, his cock ached for the cocky bastard's tight ass. Mmm... He could almost *taste* how tight Vinnie had been that first time, it was that good even in mental replay. And this was not at *all* helping his lovesickness.

Maybe he should call one of those numbers he had gotten from that night in the club. The few times he had been back to "Whiskey and the Lash", a number of the patrons had made it abundantly clear that their offers were open-ended. But if he didn't want to risk the roads, he couldn't ask someone else to either.

"Besides, it's high time for a little 'me-time'..." Throttle chuckled and shook his head. Then he paused. Why the hell not? It was the holidays, and he deserved a little happiness, even if at his own hands.

Throttle closed his eyes and rubbed his hand over his slicked-down chestfur. The water made his muscles stand out all the more, making it obvious what a muscle-stud Throttle really was. He reached over and hit the switch that activated the jacuzzi jets, almost yelping as one of them pulsed right under his tailhole. He could get used to this...

As the hot water swirled around him, he imagined the scene as if he were a stranger arriving into the room. Hell, that was a hot mouse in the tub. He studied the body for a while, his cock throbbing at the sight of all the hard muscles. And the cock to back it up, from what he could see through the water.

"Hey, stud. Come here often..." Throttle couldn't help but chuckle. Even in hitting on himself he used cheesy lines.

"As a matter of fact, today will be my first time cumming here..." His eyes sparkled behind his shades. It would at that. He imagined his other self settling into the tub too; there was plenty of room. A hot stud like this tan mouse, maybe he should move slow. He began to brush his hand casually against his own thigh, the tip of his tail touching his ankle from time to time.

The mouse didn't seem to mind. Throttle's breathing quickened as his hand ran up the mouse's thigh and his tail curled around his ankle. Throttle licked his lips. Oh, he was so sensitive, this hot mouse. He stroked down to his inner thigh, squeezing gently. Mmm... That moan was music to his ears. Such big balls. This could be a fun afternoon. His forefinger brushed against the mouse's pucker. He moaned again.

Throttle licked his lips and leaned forward to kiss his dream-self. His tongue flicked wildly in the mouse's mouth, causing the tan hunk to moan. Both hands were on the stud's thighs, his tail curling around the curves of his finally turned calf. His hands brushed against the throbbing cock. Gods, this mouse was hung. But he didn't want to linger there, for now. He moved on to the mouse's hot torso.

A moan escaped his lips as fingers rubbed along his hard abs. They even danced a little at the touch. Was the mouse ticklish? A hand began to rub up and down those washboard abs while the other moved up to those handsome pecs. He squeezed the hard muscle and then his finger sought out... The tan mouse sucked in a hissing breath around his teeth. There it was. His fingertip rubbed over the nipple for a moment, and then he pinched the little nubbin, rewarded with a loud moan.

He played with the mouse's nipple for a long while. A stud this hot needs to be warmed up right. But finally he let his hand on his abs drift down to the pinkred cock. He slid it down to the base of the cock, forcing the painfully hard member perpendicular to that hot body. "Oh fuck..." "All in good time, stud..."

He circled the thick cock with his thumb and middle finger, the pair barely fitting around. The mouse sucked in another hissing breath as he began to stroke. Gods, he could feel his pulse race with each throb of the hard member. With his free fingers, he teased at the mouse's low-hanging balls. On an evil impulse, he drove the tip of his tail into the tan mouse's waiting tailhole. Another moan. He was very vocal, this stud. Good. Throttle liked 'em loud.

His pace on the cock quickened, and Throttle began to grope the mouse's chest again. Oooh, his nipples were so sensitive. Throttle licked his lips and stroked faster, his tail wriggling in the clenching ass. "Oh fuck... Please... Please..." Mmm... Throttle loved it when they begged. "Gods... Please...Please! Fuck. Oh fuck. Ohfuckohfuckohfuckohfuckohfu-- FUUUUUCK!!!!"

Throttle's cock erupted as he climaxed, the first jets of his cum splatting against the wall over his head. His chest was slimed in a sticky web of jism before he finally came down from his high.

"Gods, I'm so fucked up..."

Rubbing his cum into his fur, Throttle begin slowly warming his body up for another jackoff session...

The End.