Baby It's Cold Outside Matt/Zacky
“So very nice - I'll hold your hands, they're just like ice
My mother will start to worry - Beautiful, what's your hurry
My father will be pacing the floor - Listen to the fireplace roar
So really I'd better scurry - Beautiful, please don't hurry
Well Maybe just a half a drink more - Put some music on while I pour”
-Baby It’s Cold Outside (Duet)
Song #3in Christmas Song Prompts
Zacky let Matt spin him in a waltz like way only to stop himself on the counter, his fingers just digging into the unrolled dough and stayed there until Matt’s body pressed against his back and the singer’s finger came to rest on the shorter man’s hips. “Baby it’s cold outside,” Matt sang and Zacky flicked him off.
It was the annual Baker Christmas dinner and Zacky had been informed that if he even showed an inch of his lifestyle, that his father would have words and not very nice ones, so Matt had been told that he’d be left alone for the night. The taller man wasn’t happy but Zacky needed his parents and he’d never take that away because he felt they shouldn’t hide. In truth, they weren’t hiding; Zacky’s family knew, they just didn’t acknowledge.
“I really can’t stay,” Zacky said softly back spinning in Matt’s arms and placing a kiss upon his cheek before pulling out of his grasp. Matt crossed his arms and leaned on the wall, watching his lovers every move. Zack rolled the dough and cut the shapes, all while Matt hummed the tune to one of his favorite songs. He placed the dough shaped trees onto a cookie sheet and stuck it in the pre-heated ovenbefore he turned to Matt. The bright eyed man pressed his lover against the counter and bite at Zacky’s lip. “My mother will start to worry,” Zacky whispered against the kiss.
“Beautiful, what’s your hurry?” Matt sang back and he stepped back pulling Zacky with him away from the counter into the middle of the open kitchen and Zacky let Matt press his forehead to his as they swayed to Matt’s humming. They spun around the room for a good few minutes, laughing at each other and spewing lines back at each other in their very own special pattern that the song writer would cringe at.
“At least I’m gonna say I tried,” Zacky whispered when Matt had him press against the wall next to the phone. Matt raised an eyebrow.
“You’ve already said that one,” Matt teased but his fingers froze on Zacky’s sides when Zacky’s left arm twisted to grab the cordless off the wall. Matt watched as Zacky dialed in the numbers- one turned into three, then six, then ten and it rang loud.
“Mom wants to know when you’re going to get here,” was the response Zacky got and Matt leaned into to nip at Zack's ear.
“Man, your lips look so delicious,” Matt whispered and Zacky smacked him the chest hard enough for Matt to draw back and see the blush on his face.
Zack’s brother voice came back quietly, trying to hide what it was about to say, “I’ll tell mom that your car won’t start.”
“She’ll ask why,” Zacky chided.
“I’ll just tell her it was too cold outside,” his brother responded. Matt laughter resounded throughout the house and he pulled back allowing Zacky room to move. The smaller male groaned.
“Then she’ll just bitch that I shoulda put my car in the garage,” he finished lamely but didn’t really argue. He said goodbye to his brother a few minutes later and, silently thanking whatever god existed that his little brother wasn’t a homophobe, he turned to Matt. The same Matt who was holding out a glass of what looked like a rum and coke (He guessed it lightly after seeing the half empty bottle of Captain Morgan from over his lovers shoulder); Matt was clutching a glass of his own.
“Well maybe just a half a drink more.” Zack confided taking the drink and tugging on Matt’s now empty hand, leading him towards the living room. Matt smiled and spun Zacky around in the same waltz like manor even though he had stopped humming when the small man demanded it.
“You’re such a girl,” Matt accused him; “I’ll call my sister and tell her to bring her Christmas dress from last year if you want it.”
“At least I’m not an elf,” Zacky bit back, lounging down on the sofa, “poor John.”
“He had it coming,” Matt told his green eyed lover as he put his glass down on the coffee table and climbed on top of him, “he shouldn’t have taken that bet from Brian.” He pressed his lips to Zacky’s with so much intensity that Zack nearly dropped his glass. The green eyed man barely managed to get it on the coffee table when Matt’s hands came up and soothed their way through his hair. The Christmas tree was the only thing that shook them from their kissing trance (and that’s saying something since the fire truck that passed their house was blaring it sirens); its timer rang and the whole thing lit up with twinkling colored lights. Matt leaned up and reached for drink as he watched his red mouthed partner go to check on the cookies in the oven.
When Zacky returned Matt pulled him under his arm.
“I ought to say no, no, no, sir,” Zack told him and Matt raised an eyebrow-Zacky Baker-Sanders was denying him cuddles?
“What's the sense in hurting my pride?”
Zack cuddled close taking his own drink back in his hands and Matt pulled the afghan from the back of the sofa over them. He glanced to the window as the tree’s froze from the harsh wind chill and Zacky poked him in the rib “Hand me the remote,” he demanded. Matt complied and Zack smiled.
“Can’t you stay awhile longer baby?” Matt finally said and Zacky looked up at him with the look that Matt had fallen in love with.
“Well... I really-... alright.”