holiday exchange: Christmas in Aspen
Author: jamie_dear
Title: Christmas in Aspen
Rating: Hard R
Pairing: Alex Johnson and Alex Marshall
Recipient: kirokiro
Summary: Johnson invites Marshall on his family Christmas vacation.
"Hey... Marshall," Johnson says, a little unsure of himself.
"Hey, Johnson," comes the reply, he sounds happy. Johnson blushes a little and coughs, balancing the phone between his ear and his shoulder. "What's up?"
"Well, we're going on vacation to Aspen. They're letting me bring one friend." He hears Marshall draw a sharp breath.
"Really? You want me to go with you?"
"Yeah, yeah. If you can. It'll be my Christmas present."
"I'll go ask my parents! Send me the info on a text." Johnson grins and hangs up, exhaling slowly up at his ceiling.
*
When they pick him up, he's sitting excitedly on his porch next to a stuffed duffle-bag. Johnson laughs when he sees him, smile bright on his face.
"We're only going for a weekend, jeez Marshall." Marshall blushes and crams his bag into the trunk before climbing in next to him. Their parents talk together for a second before they're driving off. Their pinkies hook and Johnson feels his face heat up as he bites back a smile and looks out the window; he can see Marshall grin out of the corner of his eye. He turns to look at him and leans closer. "I can't wait for this weekend," he says quietly. Marshall turns his head and nods, grinning wider.
"Yeah. I've never had a Christmas with real snow before."
"And I get to spend it with you," Johnson adds, dropping his voice lower than a whisper. Marshall's eyes brighten and Johnson pretends not to notice the way his heart skipped a beat.
"Yeah, that too," he replies, intertwining all of their fingers. And yeah, Johnson can't wait to get to Aspen.
*
After the first day of skiing, Marshall sighs and rubs the towel through his hair and flopping down on to the couch.
"That was awesome," he laughs. Johnson nods and stretches his arms out.
"Yeah. Watching you fall was great!" Marshall scoffs and hits his arm, sticking out his tongue.
"Shut up. I've never been skiing before!" Johnson grins and grabs his hand, pulling him over to his side. Marshall tenses when they're chests are pressed together, noses bumping.
"Uh, Johnson. I don't think-" Johnson grins and presses their lips together briefly.
"My parents are asleep." Marshall stares for a second before leaning in again, kissing him fully. Johnson pulls them back and Marshall slides between his legs, pressing their bodies flush against each other.
All that's heard is the soft smacking of lips and cackle of the dying embers in the fireplace. Johnson curls his fingers into Marshall's always perfect hair and kisses him deeper, their tongues meshing together. Marshall moans a little, quiet and hesitant.
"Should we go to our room?" he asks quietly, biting his lip. Johnson nods and pushes them up. Marshall grabs his hand and leads him down the hall, tiptoeing when they walk past Johnson's parent's room. Marshall laughs at the cheesy Christmas decorations everywhere.
Johnson pulls them down on to the bed and kisses Marshall again, slower this time. It's been a long time since they'd been alone like this; besides the rare hotel nights on tour. Johnson slips his hands under his shirt, drawing a shiver because of the temperature change. Marshall kisses him harder and presses his hands against the dip of his back.
"I've missed this," he laughs, eyes fluttering closed when Johnson tugs at his sweatpants.
"Yeah," Johnson replies, pushing himself up so he can pull his own pants off. Marshall pulls their shirts over their heads and pulls Johnson back down on top of him.
"I really wish you're parents weren't down the hall," Marshall mutters. Johnson groans quietly and nods. "Maybe we shouldn't actually... They'll notice." Johnson nods and settles between Marshall's legs, grinding his hips down. Marshall gasps softly and digs his nails into Johnson's shoulder blades.
"Yeah, okay. For now." Marshall smiles and grinds up against him, drawing grunts from both of them. "For now." Johnson reaches down past them and draws the reindeer covered comforter up around their legs after Marshall shivers again, this time because of the draft.
"Fuckin' Aspen," he laughs, muffled into Johnson's neck. Johnson grins and kisses against his jaw, curling his fingers around Marshall's hip. Marshall reaches between them and wraps his fingers loosely around both of their dicks. Johnson bites down gently and his hips twitch up. The bed squeaks unpleasantly and they both freeze for a second, really glad they went with their plan b.
Johnson hoists himself up a little, sliding his arms under Marshall's lower back to press them closer. Marshall keeps a steady pace, twisting his wrist every now an then. Johnson bites back a moans and leans on one arm so he can cover Marshall's hand with his own. Marshall kisses him messily and uncoordinated, moaning into his mouth when Johnson squeezes their hands.
"I'm glad you brought me here," he murmurs, pumping his wrist faster. Johnson nods silently, smiling against Marshall's lips.
"My pleasure." Marshall laughs a little, beginning to feel the heat pool in his groin and feel his stomach muscles clench. "Close?" He nods and Johnson knocks his hand away, taking over. Marshall lets a moan slip and bucks his hips up. Johnson shushes him quietly and jerks his wrist up faster. Marshall lets out these quiet gasps and grips Johnson's shoulder blades as he begins to come. His muscles spasm and he clenches his legs around Johnson's thighs. Johnson comes a few moments later, curling his toes and silencing his moan against Marshall's collarbone.
Johnson exhales slowly, grinning against his skin and he slides over, stretching out next to him. Marshall smiles back, eyes drooping and relaxed. Johnson pulls the covers up to their shoulders and tugs him close again.
"So, best Christmas vacation ever?" Marshall nods and yawns a little.
"Of course."
*
The next morning, Johnson realizes they must have been louder than they thought because his parents look extremely uncomfortable at the table. Marshall gives a nervous look and Johnson shrugs.
"So..." his mom says, still looking at her plate. "We're going to try snowboarding today, okay?" Johnson nods and grins at Marshall.
"More footage of you falling down to send to Cash!" Marshall flips him off and rolls his eyes.
"The same could go for you." Johnson grins and goes back to eating. It may be uncomfortable now, but he still thinks it's going to be the best Christmas vacation he's ever had.
Title: Christmas in Aspen
Rating: Hard R
Pairing: Alex Johnson and Alex Marshall
Recipient: kirokiro
Summary: Johnson invites Marshall on his family Christmas vacation.
"Hey... Marshall," Johnson says, a little unsure of himself.
"Hey, Johnson," comes the reply, he sounds happy. Johnson blushes a little and coughs, balancing the phone between his ear and his shoulder. "What's up?"
"Well, we're going on vacation to Aspen. They're letting me bring one friend." He hears Marshall draw a sharp breath.
"Really? You want me to go with you?"
"Yeah, yeah. If you can. It'll be my Christmas present."
"I'll go ask my parents! Send me the info on a text." Johnson grins and hangs up, exhaling slowly up at his ceiling.
*
When they pick him up, he's sitting excitedly on his porch next to a stuffed duffle-bag. Johnson laughs when he sees him, smile bright on his face.
"We're only going for a weekend, jeez Marshall." Marshall blushes and crams his bag into the trunk before climbing in next to him. Their parents talk together for a second before they're driving off. Their pinkies hook and Johnson feels his face heat up as he bites back a smile and looks out the window; he can see Marshall grin out of the corner of his eye. He turns to look at him and leans closer. "I can't wait for this weekend," he says quietly. Marshall turns his head and nods, grinning wider.
"Yeah. I've never had a Christmas with real snow before."
"And I get to spend it with you," Johnson adds, dropping his voice lower than a whisper. Marshall's eyes brighten and Johnson pretends not to notice the way his heart skipped a beat.
"Yeah, that too," he replies, intertwining all of their fingers. And yeah, Johnson can't wait to get to Aspen.
*
After the first day of skiing, Marshall sighs and rubs the towel through his hair and flopping down on to the couch.
"That was awesome," he laughs. Johnson nods and stretches his arms out.
"Yeah. Watching you fall was great!" Marshall scoffs and hits his arm, sticking out his tongue.
"Shut up. I've never been skiing before!" Johnson grins and grabs his hand, pulling him over to his side. Marshall tenses when they're chests are pressed together, noses bumping.
"Uh, Johnson. I don't think-" Johnson grins and presses their lips together briefly.
"My parents are asleep." Marshall stares for a second before leaning in again, kissing him fully. Johnson pulls them back and Marshall slides between his legs, pressing their bodies flush against each other.
All that's heard is the soft smacking of lips and cackle of the dying embers in the fireplace. Johnson curls his fingers into Marshall's always perfect hair and kisses him deeper, their tongues meshing together. Marshall moans a little, quiet and hesitant.
"Should we go to our room?" he asks quietly, biting his lip. Johnson nods and pushes them up. Marshall grabs his hand and leads him down the hall, tiptoeing when they walk past Johnson's parent's room. Marshall laughs at the cheesy Christmas decorations everywhere.
Johnson pulls them down on to the bed and kisses Marshall again, slower this time. It's been a long time since they'd been alone like this; besides the rare hotel nights on tour. Johnson slips his hands under his shirt, drawing a shiver because of the temperature change. Marshall kisses him harder and presses his hands against the dip of his back.
"I've missed this," he laughs, eyes fluttering closed when Johnson tugs at his sweatpants.
"Yeah," Johnson replies, pushing himself up so he can pull his own pants off. Marshall pulls their shirts over their heads and pulls Johnson back down on top of him.
"I really wish you're parents weren't down the hall," Marshall mutters. Johnson groans quietly and nods. "Maybe we shouldn't actually... They'll notice." Johnson nods and settles between Marshall's legs, grinding his hips down. Marshall gasps softly and digs his nails into Johnson's shoulder blades.
"Yeah, okay. For now." Marshall smiles and grinds up against him, drawing grunts from both of them. "For now." Johnson reaches down past them and draws the reindeer covered comforter up around their legs after Marshall shivers again, this time because of the draft.
"Fuckin' Aspen," he laughs, muffled into Johnson's neck. Johnson grins and kisses against his jaw, curling his fingers around Marshall's hip. Marshall reaches between them and wraps his fingers loosely around both of their dicks. Johnson bites down gently and his hips twitch up. The bed squeaks unpleasantly and they both freeze for a second, really glad they went with their plan b.
Johnson hoists himself up a little, sliding his arms under Marshall's lower back to press them closer. Marshall keeps a steady pace, twisting his wrist every now an then. Johnson bites back a moans and leans on one arm so he can cover Marshall's hand with his own. Marshall kisses him messily and uncoordinated, moaning into his mouth when Johnson squeezes their hands.
"I'm glad you brought me here," he murmurs, pumping his wrist faster. Johnson nods silently, smiling against Marshall's lips.
"My pleasure." Marshall laughs a little, beginning to feel the heat pool in his groin and feel his stomach muscles clench. "Close?" He nods and Johnson knocks his hand away, taking over. Marshall lets a moan slip and bucks his hips up. Johnson shushes him quietly and jerks his wrist up faster. Marshall lets out these quiet gasps and grips Johnson's shoulder blades as he begins to come. His muscles spasm and he clenches his legs around Johnson's thighs. Johnson comes a few moments later, curling his toes and silencing his moan against Marshall's collarbone.
Johnson exhales slowly, grinning against his skin and he slides over, stretching out next to him. Marshall smiles back, eyes drooping and relaxed. Johnson pulls the covers up to their shoulders and tugs him close again.
"So, best Christmas vacation ever?" Marshall nods and yawns a little.
"Of course."
*
The next morning, Johnson realizes they must have been louder than they thought because his parents look extremely uncomfortable at the table. Marshall gives a nervous look and Johnson shrugs.
"So..." his mom says, still looking at her plate. "We're going to try snowboarding today, okay?" Johnson nods and grins at Marshall.
"More footage of you falling down to send to Cash!" Marshall flips him off and rolls his eyes.
"The same could go for you." Johnson grins and goes back to eating. It may be uncomfortable now, but he still thinks it's going to be the best Christmas vacation he's ever had.