Flyers Christmas Fic 6/6
Mike had avoided the glares being thrown his way while removing the bed sheets that plainly stated two sweaty, messy bodies were overworked on them in the previous hours. The smell had drifted away by the time they entered the room, but the dried evidence triggered Mike’s gag reflex and a stream of curse words from Jeff.
There had been a brief tug-of-war between the two as Jeff was trying to shove the sheets down the hole in the sink into the compactor.
“You’re gonna break the damn thing!”
“Fuckin’ light up the fire then, we’ll burn the sheets!”
New, clean, crisp sheets were placed on the bed. Mike was sure he was going to have to argue about burning the mattress as well, but was thankful it didn’t come to that as Mike handed the bag over for Jeff to take the sheets out to the garbage. He was sad to see the very silky, and very expensive, sheets leave the house, but he was sure he would never get a good night’s sleep again knowing what happened on them.
He heard Jeff’s footsteps ascending up the stairs and soon he was in the doorway, arms crossed over his chest with a blank expression on his face.
“Is it safe?”
Mike tried not to laugh, because really, the whole situation was a little amusing, and nodded his head as he got into bed. Jeff shut the bedroom door, flicked the lights off and climbed in next to Mike. He pulled the man close, kissing his forehead and sighing, body relaxing as he finally settled down for the night.
“It wasn’t too bad, was it?” Mike voice was muffled against his chest.
“No, it wasn’t. I mean, except for the fact that Riles tried to fight our tree, and Scottie was embarrassing everyone with the damn mistletoe and the damn Santa hat, I think it went fine.” Don’t forget Scottie sleeping with Lasse, Joff finding them, Harts and Scottie fighting, Mike getting punched in the nose twice, Joff getting his ass kicked by Jack, and Scottie passing out under the table and needing to be carried out to the cab. Right. Absolutely fine.
“Good.” Mike sighed, closed his eyes, and lazily ran his fingertips to brush softly up and down Jeff’s torso. “I’m a little worried about Joff, though.”
“Why’s that?”
“I don’t know, he just seemed…so banged up tonight. He was constantly following Scottie around, apologizing for every stupid thing he did, and then he had to walk in on him sexin’ up someone else.”
“Wait, it wasn’t Joff up here with Scottie?”
Mike originally didn’t inform Jeff on whom Scottie fucked in their bed when he was explaining the whole situation. “Nope.”
“Who was it then?”
“Lasse.”
“What?! Are you serious?”
“Yeah, you saw him kiss Luca…I don’t think that was the first time Las has ever kissed a man.”
Jeff chuckled and shook his head. “So, Joff walked in on Scottie with Lasse, so what? They aren’t a couple, not like us. Scottie sleeps with other people all the time. Why would that get to Joff?”
“He’s never seen Scottie with anyone when Joff himself wasn’t there actually involved.”
Pause, Jeff seemed confused. “I don’t get it.”
“Honestly, neither do I.” Deep sigh. “I guess Joff tries to ignore Scottie’s rendezvous with others.”
“Scottie makes it pretty obvious; it’s a little hard to ignore.”
“I think Joff has set up a pretty thick wall for Scottie when it comes to others being Scottie’s toy. I think him actually seeing it really put a big crack in that wall.”
“Think Scottie will ever change?”
“According to Joff, he’s been like ever since they graduated high school.”
“Not that long ago.” Jeff rolled his eyes. It was at that moment he felt old, older than he should have felt. And so he pulled Mike closer, brushing his lips over the captain’s, igniting a spark to regain his youth. The feeling ran through his body, the same feeling he felt hours ago when they were kissing in the living room waiting for their company to arrive.
“Mmmm, you still smell good, even with the taste of alcohol on your breath.”
Mike giggled and threw his head back, allowing Jeff better access to his neck. “Only a conversation about Scottie will lead us into sex.”
Jeff stopped suddenly, peering down on Mike, eyes adjusted to the darkness so he could see the outline of his face. “You trying to insinuate that Scottie turns me on?”
“Well, no,” Mike continued to giggle. “But he is so pretty…”
“Good god, Richie, you still must be drunk off your ass to say that.” And then Jeff kissed him passionately, crushing their lips together, all attempts to get Scottie off his lover’s mind. It seemed to be working, as Mike was moaning Jeff’s name into his mouth and pulling at the boxers that covered him. Jeff let Mike tear them off, and then he did the same, and soon their naked bodies were touching, feeling, caressing each other as the moans were getting louder.
“Oh, fuck, Jeff, I love you so much…” Mike’s voice became softer as Jeff prepared him.
Jeff heard the words, loud as a bell ringing in his ear, as clear as the bright blue sky, as meaningful as - Oh fuck! Jeff panted with anticipation, jerking his own cock before he was ready to continue.
“Mmhmm…Merry Christmas…” And Jeff slammed home, causing Mike to cry out in a hoarse, strangled moan.
“Merry Christmas to you too” came moments later, between short kisses and deep breaths. They eventually fell asleep, Jeff’s arms wrapped around Mike, warmth, love, and their own scent now radiating from the bed.
Maybe the party wasn’t so bad. God knows Mike Richards wasn’t going to throw one again next year.
END!