Xmas fic - how original of me! lol
Ok, I wrote 2 xmas fics...but i never finished the other one (which I think might have been better than this one ) so, you're just getting this one! If I ever finish the other fic, maybe's I'll post it anyways. So, have a happy christmas everyone! Eat, drink and be merry ;)
DK, DO, NH
You know, never before have I felt the need to celebrate this festival. Never have I felt the urge to sing holiday songs, buy millions of gifts for people I hardly ever see (and to be honest, hardly care about) or decorate my apartment in gaudy sparkly things. I had always seen Christmas as a bit of a fraud - a total over-commercialization of what is supposed to be a religious festival, celebrated mainly by a bunch of people who aren’t practicing Christians the other 364 days in a year.
I was happy just to stay home with my parents and brother, swap a couple of gifts as a token gesture, and watch TV, just hang out. It’s the only time of year I’m guaranteed a couple of days off, after all. But this year, there’s Bam.
Bam Margera, best friend of 5 years, boyfriend of 8 months. And, as I’m sure you can imagine, one hell of a Christmas lover. His whole family is huge on Christmas. April was planning Christmas dinner when I was visiting in October, for crying out loud! And I have to admit that their cheer is a little bit infectious. I’m suddenly cooing over sparkly things and buying people gifts. Sending those I haven’t seen for years and years holiday cards and I even bought a Christmas tree. It’ll probably end up sitting in the pot in my living room until July, all dead and shedding needles everywhere, but for now, it’s kinda pretty.
I’ve found my hand drifting to the phone more than once, about to call the airlines and book a flight to West Chester so I can spend the holidays with him, but every time I stop myself. I always call my mum instead, to remind myself why I’m not already in West Chester right by his side, getting annoyed by his cheerful and bouncy-ness. I’m not going because I’m spending the day with my folks, remember? Yeah…
Christmas Eve rolls around and I’ve wrapped the presents for my parents and Jesse. They’re sitting on my coffee table, ready to take with me tomorrow. Right next to the pile of presents for when Bam gets here in a few days, just in time for New Year. God, I miss him.
I wake up on Christmas morning, kinda uncomfortable since I fell asleep sitting up in a not too comfy chair. An hour later, I’m ready to go. I grab my bag and the presents, walk outside, shivering at the cold, and hail a taxi. I slip and slide my way up the icy driveway, get to the front door, raise my hand and knock with frozen fingers, hopping impatiently while I wait for someone to open up.
“Ville!!!”
Bam flies into me, knocking the bags out of my hands, wrapping his arms around my neck and his legs around my waist and pushing us both backwards into the snow.
“What are you doing here?!” he laughs through a handful of snow that I shove in his face for getting me all cold and wet.
“Well, I already witnessed your weird American Mardi Gras tradition…and Thanksgiving…so I figured I might as well find out what Christmas is all about.” He smiles at me and I could just eat him up. “Plus…I missed you.”
I think he may have been about to say something cute and wonderful, but before he can, we’re interrupted.
“What are you doing on the ground?”
“Mom! Look who’s here!”
We sit up and I smile at April over Bam’s shoulder. She knew I was coming, of course. Couldn’t just expect her to feed another person and ruin her seating plans and table arrangement without telling her beforehand. She smiles back before replying,
“Ville! Wonderful to see you. Come on inside and get warmed up.”
It’s not until we get indoors and I peel of my coat that I realize he’s in his pyjamas. Which are now soaking wet at the knees. I try and convince him to put on some actual clothes, but apparently, rule number one in a Margera Christmas is that pyjamas are to be worn until lunchtime. I do at least manage to make him put on a dry pair. Which served two purposes, really. One - now he’s all dry and won’t get a cold and two - I get to see his ass while he changes.
I get him on his back on his bed with not a whole lot of effort and just stare at him for a minute. He raised his eyebrow at me after about 5 seconds, but he no longer bothers to stop me when I sometimes stare for no real reason. I stop with the staring and lean down to kiss him. His hands come up to twist in my hair and he moans so softly I can hardly hear it.
“I’m so happy you’re here,” he whispers against my lips. “This is gonna be the best Christmas ever.”
Well, not that I’ve ever experienced a proper Christmas before, but I happen to think that that HAD to be the best ever. After a nice slow kissing session on his bed, we were (again) interrupted - this time by Jess - and made to come downstairs to watch ‘It’s a Wonderful Life’ on TV. Apparently, another tradition. By the time that was done it was lunchtime and the pyjama rule was lifted.
Bam pulled me upstairs with him and we shared a nice long shower together. He let me pick his clothes and I forced him into a suit because he is HOT in a suit. And besides, that’s what I had been wearing anyway, and Ape was all fancy, so…anyway, after a bit of a whine, he got into it and looked pretty as a picture. Trust me, he did. I think even he thought he looked pretty good, really. It wasn’t until we got back downstairs and he spotted the presents for his grandparents still under the tree that we realized we still hadn’t given each other anything, but we decided that we could manage to wait until bedtime when we were alone again.
It was weirdly quiet and peaceful in his house. Ape had carols and Christmas songs playing quietly in the background while she worked away, making the dinner and setting the table and stuff, Phil was reading a book someone had bought him, Jess was out visiting his girlfriend before dinner and all Bam’s friends were with their own families. I had wondered on more than one occasion if they actually had families to go to, since they seemed to spend every waking moment with Bam’s, but apparently they do. Speaking of families, just as I thought I should call my own, my phone rang.
Jesse. He berated me for a minute for abandoning them over the holidays, making me stumble over my Finnish while I attempted to defend myself - something Bam found amusing even though he didn’t understand a word I was saying - until Jesse laughed and said he was only pulling my leg. Ha-bloody-ha. He told me to have fun and get laid and passed the phone to my mum. I laughed as I heard her slap his leg for telling me to get laid, which made her tell me off for encouraging him. Damn, how is it my mother still has the ability to make me feel like a naughty 6 year old again? I think she was a little hurt that I chose to spend the holiday away from home, but she seemed a bit less hurt when she heard Bam in the background and I’m sure my hand over the mouthpiece didn’t muffle the kiss he placed on my lips that much. She nearly gave me a heart attack when she asked to speak to him though.
I held the phone out to Bam with a raised eyebrow and he just looked at me blankly.
“My mum wants to talk to you.”
“Oh…”
He looked scared shitless as he took the phone off of me. Just as he said ‘hello?’ kinda tentatively, April called me into the dining room to put new candles in the candelabra since she wasn’t tall enough to reach, and I had to leave Bam all alone. He was smiling when I came back into the room though and handed the phone back to me a second later. I talked to my dad and hung up and snuggled down on the couch with Bam and the dog. We were lying all tangled together on the couch when Bam’s grandparents walked in the door. April’s parents, who I had never met before, to their credit didn’t look shocked to see their grandson entangled on a couch with his first ever boyfriend. And a dog. Instead they just averted their eyes until we had stood up and they even managed to smile and say ‘nice to finally meet you’ when Bam introduced us. Unbeknownst to me, Phil’s parents were joining us for dinner too, and I know I actually winced when I heard Mum-mum’s voice behind me. The woman hates me, I swear to you. She kinda seems to hate Bam as well…I hope that’s not because of me…
Don Vito was, of course, last to arrive and Mum-mum’s attention was dragged away from glaring at mine and Bam’s joined hands to instead have a bit of a go at Vito for…something. I don’t know - I was just glad that her attention was away from me for a bit. Jess came home (forgot about him) and then finally we could eat. It’s not really like me to look forward to food so much, but I hadn’t eaten since yesterday when I boarded a plane to Philly. I refuse to eat airplane food. Especially if it involves meat, which, since I booked a last minute flight and couldn’t reserve a vegetarian meal, it did.
April gave me and Bam a knowing look as we entered the dining room and sat us as far away and out of sight from Bam’s grandmother as possible. God Bless April. Bam seemed to relax a bit and even leant over to kiss me. Not just a quick peck on the cheek or the lips either, a proper kiss that told me exactly how much he loved me and that he wouldn’t ever care what people said about us being together. We pulled apart quietly and though Bam busied himself with pouring us both wine, I caught April and Ape’s mum smiling at us. Good. Y’know, not that I care what people think about us, but the more people just accept us and let us be, the better it makes me feel about our future together. Coz, y’know…forever would be good.
Dinner was wonderful. Being with Bam was perfect. His obvious joy at having me by his side was unbelievably touching. Keeping my hands to myself was difficult, to say the least. After dinner, which included about a million courses, Bam and I escaped to outside. To build a snowman. Yes, we know we’re grown ups. Yes, we know we were wearing suits. Yes, we know it was vaguely pathetic. But it was fun. So was the snowball fight with Jess and Phil later on. Apparently they needed to escape too.
Bam’s family left. April and Phil were sitting together on the couch and Jess, Bam and I felt a little bit in the way. So Jess left to go back to his girlfriend’s for the night and Bam and I went to the kitchen to drink some wine and eat ice cream. Except that there wasn’t any ice cream left. In fact, there wasn’t much of anything good left. So Bam told me we were making cookies. I have never ever made cookies in my life before. Didn’t really make them today either. I just ate the mixture out the bowl while Bam was making them. He’s a surprisingly good cook, you know.
So we made cookies. We ate cookies. We watched ‘The Nightmare Before Christmas’. We fussed around the dog until it got annoyed with us and left the room. I swear it glared on the way out… Then we got a bit bored. It was only 7pm. I swear this was the longest day ever.
“What do you wanna do now babe?” he asked as he played with my hair.
Most unlike me, but what I really wanted was to go for a walk. It was snowing again so we went and bundled up in a few more layers and headed outside. We never actually left Bam’s land, wandering through the trees in the dim moonlight - cuddling together, talking about little nothing’s and a few things that turned out to be pretty important. Like what he and my mum had talked about.
“Well…she said I had better be looking after you properly. That I had to make sure you ate properly,” a statement that made me roll my eyes - bloody mothers - “and that she was glad we were spending the day together.”
“She said that? I thought she was mad at me for leaving.”
“She said that she had wanted to spend the day with you and your brother, but that she was happy you had found someone you would choose over them…”
“Oh…”
See? A simple question - ‘hey Bam, what did my mum say to you on the phone?’ - turned into one of the most important ones I had ever asked. I had always been a bit wary of introducing guys to my mum. I had always thought she figured I would get over my bi phase and settle down with some nice girl and give her a whole load of grandkids. The fact that she had said that to Bam let me know that she really was okay with our relationship. She was the one who had always told me that when I found the one, I would do anything for them, no matter who it hurt, no matter the consequences, no matter what anyone else thought, even if it hurt the people closest to me. For me to choose someone over my family, the people who mean the most to me in the world…well, it’s never ever happened before. For her to know that, and to be okay with my decision…it meant the world to me. And just confirmed the fact that Bam is the one for me.
I told him all that, almost without meaning to. I was kinda mumbling it to myself. I only realized I was speaking when I heard a quiet sob. We ended up crying a bit and cuddling in the snow under a tree. Jeez, how do we always end up in such girly situations?
Guess we were out there longer than I thought. When we walked back in, toes and fingers numb and eyes a bit red and bloodshot, it was 10pm. Whoops. April and Phil were watching some old black and white movie on the TV and didn’t even seem to notice us come back in.
“Hey!” Bam said, tugging on my hand. “Presents!”
We hurried up the stairs and Bam talked me into a pair of pyjamas. Don’t know why, I’m not planning on sleeping wearing anything other than him. And then it was present time. Hoodies, CD’s, DVD’s, beanies - all the usual stuff - were exchanged, along with a very cool skateboard for Bam and a signed disk from Ozzy (which I’ll adore Bam forever for) and then…well, it seems like great minds think alike. Buy one another presents that we can tell our parents about when they ask and buy a whole other set just for each other. And that other set…well, handcuffs, edible massage oils…sure you can imagine. Nearly enough to open a sex shop of our own. You should have seen the look on Bam’s face when I slid my hands under his shirt and asked him to take his clothes off now please.
“We can’t have sex on Christmas day!”
I wasn’t happy about that ‘rule’ but I was okay with waiting. Think I figured out why he made me put on the pyjamas though. When I raised my arms as I pulled my hair into a knot at the back of my head, my shirt rode up and he stared at my stomach like it was major porn and he hadn’t been fucked in weeks. Well, he hadn’t, but…it was only my stomach! I put my arms back down slowly, teasing just enough so he wouldn’t notice I’d noticed (if you know what I mean), so that I could tease him some more. With prolonged touching on his bicep, ‘accidentally’ rubbing his crotch with my knee as I switched position in his arms, whispering right into his ear and letting my lips brush his earlobe…
I was technically just lying there looking over his shoulder at the illuminated numbers on his alarm clock, waiting for the second that the numbers flicked to midnight and I could fuck him like I’d been dying to all day long. They came soon enough, although it felt like an eternity at the time. As soon as those numbers turned to zeros I was on top of him, grinding my, by now, painful erection into his crotch.
And that got me where I am right now, at 4am on the day after Christmas. Lying on my side, stomach and chest pressed tight against my sleeping lover’s, our legs tangled, our lips so close that every now and then they brush against one another. Our last words before he fell asleep still ringing in my ears. Words that I think…actually, I know, were Bam’s way of telling me that I’m his one as well.
“Love you Vil…this was the best Christmas ever, y’know?”
“Love you too. And yeah, it was pretty amazing.”
“Promise me…we’ll spend every Christmas together…forever?”
“Promise…”
DK, DO, NH
You know, never before have I felt the need to celebrate this festival. Never have I felt the urge to sing holiday songs, buy millions of gifts for people I hardly ever see (and to be honest, hardly care about) or decorate my apartment in gaudy sparkly things. I had always seen Christmas as a bit of a fraud - a total over-commercialization of what is supposed to be a religious festival, celebrated mainly by a bunch of people who aren’t practicing Christians the other 364 days in a year.
I was happy just to stay home with my parents and brother, swap a couple of gifts as a token gesture, and watch TV, just hang out. It’s the only time of year I’m guaranteed a couple of days off, after all. But this year, there’s Bam.
Bam Margera, best friend of 5 years, boyfriend of 8 months. And, as I’m sure you can imagine, one hell of a Christmas lover. His whole family is huge on Christmas. April was planning Christmas dinner when I was visiting in October, for crying out loud! And I have to admit that their cheer is a little bit infectious. I’m suddenly cooing over sparkly things and buying people gifts. Sending those I haven’t seen for years and years holiday cards and I even bought a Christmas tree. It’ll probably end up sitting in the pot in my living room until July, all dead and shedding needles everywhere, but for now, it’s kinda pretty.
I’ve found my hand drifting to the phone more than once, about to call the airlines and book a flight to West Chester so I can spend the holidays with him, but every time I stop myself. I always call my mum instead, to remind myself why I’m not already in West Chester right by his side, getting annoyed by his cheerful and bouncy-ness. I’m not going because I’m spending the day with my folks, remember? Yeah…
Christmas Eve rolls around and I’ve wrapped the presents for my parents and Jesse. They’re sitting on my coffee table, ready to take with me tomorrow. Right next to the pile of presents for when Bam gets here in a few days, just in time for New Year. God, I miss him.
I wake up on Christmas morning, kinda uncomfortable since I fell asleep sitting up in a not too comfy chair. An hour later, I’m ready to go. I grab my bag and the presents, walk outside, shivering at the cold, and hail a taxi. I slip and slide my way up the icy driveway, get to the front door, raise my hand and knock with frozen fingers, hopping impatiently while I wait for someone to open up.
“Ville!!!”
Bam flies into me, knocking the bags out of my hands, wrapping his arms around my neck and his legs around my waist and pushing us both backwards into the snow.
“What are you doing here?!” he laughs through a handful of snow that I shove in his face for getting me all cold and wet.
“Well, I already witnessed your weird American Mardi Gras tradition…and Thanksgiving…so I figured I might as well find out what Christmas is all about.” He smiles at me and I could just eat him up. “Plus…I missed you.”
I think he may have been about to say something cute and wonderful, but before he can, we’re interrupted.
“What are you doing on the ground?”
“Mom! Look who’s here!”
We sit up and I smile at April over Bam’s shoulder. She knew I was coming, of course. Couldn’t just expect her to feed another person and ruin her seating plans and table arrangement without telling her beforehand. She smiles back before replying,
“Ville! Wonderful to see you. Come on inside and get warmed up.”
It’s not until we get indoors and I peel of my coat that I realize he’s in his pyjamas. Which are now soaking wet at the knees. I try and convince him to put on some actual clothes, but apparently, rule number one in a Margera Christmas is that pyjamas are to be worn until lunchtime. I do at least manage to make him put on a dry pair. Which served two purposes, really. One - now he’s all dry and won’t get a cold and two - I get to see his ass while he changes.
I get him on his back on his bed with not a whole lot of effort and just stare at him for a minute. He raised his eyebrow at me after about 5 seconds, but he no longer bothers to stop me when I sometimes stare for no real reason. I stop with the staring and lean down to kiss him. His hands come up to twist in my hair and he moans so softly I can hardly hear it.
“I’m so happy you’re here,” he whispers against my lips. “This is gonna be the best Christmas ever.”
Well, not that I’ve ever experienced a proper Christmas before, but I happen to think that that HAD to be the best ever. After a nice slow kissing session on his bed, we were (again) interrupted - this time by Jess - and made to come downstairs to watch ‘It’s a Wonderful Life’ on TV. Apparently, another tradition. By the time that was done it was lunchtime and the pyjama rule was lifted.
Bam pulled me upstairs with him and we shared a nice long shower together. He let me pick his clothes and I forced him into a suit because he is HOT in a suit. And besides, that’s what I had been wearing anyway, and Ape was all fancy, so…anyway, after a bit of a whine, he got into it and looked pretty as a picture. Trust me, he did. I think even he thought he looked pretty good, really. It wasn’t until we got back downstairs and he spotted the presents for his grandparents still under the tree that we realized we still hadn’t given each other anything, but we decided that we could manage to wait until bedtime when we were alone again.
It was weirdly quiet and peaceful in his house. Ape had carols and Christmas songs playing quietly in the background while she worked away, making the dinner and setting the table and stuff, Phil was reading a book someone had bought him, Jess was out visiting his girlfriend before dinner and all Bam’s friends were with their own families. I had wondered on more than one occasion if they actually had families to go to, since they seemed to spend every waking moment with Bam’s, but apparently they do. Speaking of families, just as I thought I should call my own, my phone rang.
Jesse. He berated me for a minute for abandoning them over the holidays, making me stumble over my Finnish while I attempted to defend myself - something Bam found amusing even though he didn’t understand a word I was saying - until Jesse laughed and said he was only pulling my leg. Ha-bloody-ha. He told me to have fun and get laid and passed the phone to my mum. I laughed as I heard her slap his leg for telling me to get laid, which made her tell me off for encouraging him. Damn, how is it my mother still has the ability to make me feel like a naughty 6 year old again? I think she was a little hurt that I chose to spend the holiday away from home, but she seemed a bit less hurt when she heard Bam in the background and I’m sure my hand over the mouthpiece didn’t muffle the kiss he placed on my lips that much. She nearly gave me a heart attack when she asked to speak to him though.
I held the phone out to Bam with a raised eyebrow and he just looked at me blankly.
“My mum wants to talk to you.”
“Oh…”
He looked scared shitless as he took the phone off of me. Just as he said ‘hello?’ kinda tentatively, April called me into the dining room to put new candles in the candelabra since she wasn’t tall enough to reach, and I had to leave Bam all alone. He was smiling when I came back into the room though and handed the phone back to me a second later. I talked to my dad and hung up and snuggled down on the couch with Bam and the dog. We were lying all tangled together on the couch when Bam’s grandparents walked in the door. April’s parents, who I had never met before, to their credit didn’t look shocked to see their grandson entangled on a couch with his first ever boyfriend. And a dog. Instead they just averted their eyes until we had stood up and they even managed to smile and say ‘nice to finally meet you’ when Bam introduced us. Unbeknownst to me, Phil’s parents were joining us for dinner too, and I know I actually winced when I heard Mum-mum’s voice behind me. The woman hates me, I swear to you. She kinda seems to hate Bam as well…I hope that’s not because of me…
Don Vito was, of course, last to arrive and Mum-mum’s attention was dragged away from glaring at mine and Bam’s joined hands to instead have a bit of a go at Vito for…something. I don’t know - I was just glad that her attention was away from me for a bit. Jess came home (forgot about him) and then finally we could eat. It’s not really like me to look forward to food so much, but I hadn’t eaten since yesterday when I boarded a plane to Philly. I refuse to eat airplane food. Especially if it involves meat, which, since I booked a last minute flight and couldn’t reserve a vegetarian meal, it did.
April gave me and Bam a knowing look as we entered the dining room and sat us as far away and out of sight from Bam’s grandmother as possible. God Bless April. Bam seemed to relax a bit and even leant over to kiss me. Not just a quick peck on the cheek or the lips either, a proper kiss that told me exactly how much he loved me and that he wouldn’t ever care what people said about us being together. We pulled apart quietly and though Bam busied himself with pouring us both wine, I caught April and Ape’s mum smiling at us. Good. Y’know, not that I care what people think about us, but the more people just accept us and let us be, the better it makes me feel about our future together. Coz, y’know…forever would be good.
Dinner was wonderful. Being with Bam was perfect. His obvious joy at having me by his side was unbelievably touching. Keeping my hands to myself was difficult, to say the least. After dinner, which included about a million courses, Bam and I escaped to outside. To build a snowman. Yes, we know we’re grown ups. Yes, we know we were wearing suits. Yes, we know it was vaguely pathetic. But it was fun. So was the snowball fight with Jess and Phil later on. Apparently they needed to escape too.
Bam’s family left. April and Phil were sitting together on the couch and Jess, Bam and I felt a little bit in the way. So Jess left to go back to his girlfriend’s for the night and Bam and I went to the kitchen to drink some wine and eat ice cream. Except that there wasn’t any ice cream left. In fact, there wasn’t much of anything good left. So Bam told me we were making cookies. I have never ever made cookies in my life before. Didn’t really make them today either. I just ate the mixture out the bowl while Bam was making them. He’s a surprisingly good cook, you know.
So we made cookies. We ate cookies. We watched ‘The Nightmare Before Christmas’. We fussed around the dog until it got annoyed with us and left the room. I swear it glared on the way out… Then we got a bit bored. It was only 7pm. I swear this was the longest day ever.
“What do you wanna do now babe?” he asked as he played with my hair.
Most unlike me, but what I really wanted was to go for a walk. It was snowing again so we went and bundled up in a few more layers and headed outside. We never actually left Bam’s land, wandering through the trees in the dim moonlight - cuddling together, talking about little nothing’s and a few things that turned out to be pretty important. Like what he and my mum had talked about.
“Well…she said I had better be looking after you properly. That I had to make sure you ate properly,” a statement that made me roll my eyes - bloody mothers - “and that she was glad we were spending the day together.”
“She said that? I thought she was mad at me for leaving.”
“She said that she had wanted to spend the day with you and your brother, but that she was happy you had found someone you would choose over them…”
“Oh…”
See? A simple question - ‘hey Bam, what did my mum say to you on the phone?’ - turned into one of the most important ones I had ever asked. I had always been a bit wary of introducing guys to my mum. I had always thought she figured I would get over my bi phase and settle down with some nice girl and give her a whole load of grandkids. The fact that she had said that to Bam let me know that she really was okay with our relationship. She was the one who had always told me that when I found the one, I would do anything for them, no matter who it hurt, no matter the consequences, no matter what anyone else thought, even if it hurt the people closest to me. For me to choose someone over my family, the people who mean the most to me in the world…well, it’s never ever happened before. For her to know that, and to be okay with my decision…it meant the world to me. And just confirmed the fact that Bam is the one for me.
I told him all that, almost without meaning to. I was kinda mumbling it to myself. I only realized I was speaking when I heard a quiet sob. We ended up crying a bit and cuddling in the snow under a tree. Jeez, how do we always end up in such girly situations?
Guess we were out there longer than I thought. When we walked back in, toes and fingers numb and eyes a bit red and bloodshot, it was 10pm. Whoops. April and Phil were watching some old black and white movie on the TV and didn’t even seem to notice us come back in.
“Hey!” Bam said, tugging on my hand. “Presents!”
We hurried up the stairs and Bam talked me into a pair of pyjamas. Don’t know why, I’m not planning on sleeping wearing anything other than him. And then it was present time. Hoodies, CD’s, DVD’s, beanies - all the usual stuff - were exchanged, along with a very cool skateboard for Bam and a signed disk from Ozzy (which I’ll adore Bam forever for) and then…well, it seems like great minds think alike. Buy one another presents that we can tell our parents about when they ask and buy a whole other set just for each other. And that other set…well, handcuffs, edible massage oils…sure you can imagine. Nearly enough to open a sex shop of our own. You should have seen the look on Bam’s face when I slid my hands under his shirt and asked him to take his clothes off now please.
“We can’t have sex on Christmas day!”
I wasn’t happy about that ‘rule’ but I was okay with waiting. Think I figured out why he made me put on the pyjamas though. When I raised my arms as I pulled my hair into a knot at the back of my head, my shirt rode up and he stared at my stomach like it was major porn and he hadn’t been fucked in weeks. Well, he hadn’t, but…it was only my stomach! I put my arms back down slowly, teasing just enough so he wouldn’t notice I’d noticed (if you know what I mean), so that I could tease him some more. With prolonged touching on his bicep, ‘accidentally’ rubbing his crotch with my knee as I switched position in his arms, whispering right into his ear and letting my lips brush his earlobe…
I was technically just lying there looking over his shoulder at the illuminated numbers on his alarm clock, waiting for the second that the numbers flicked to midnight and I could fuck him like I’d been dying to all day long. They came soon enough, although it felt like an eternity at the time. As soon as those numbers turned to zeros I was on top of him, grinding my, by now, painful erection into his crotch.
And that got me where I am right now, at 4am on the day after Christmas. Lying on my side, stomach and chest pressed tight against my sleeping lover’s, our legs tangled, our lips so close that every now and then they brush against one another. Our last words before he fell asleep still ringing in my ears. Words that I think…actually, I know, were Bam’s way of telling me that I’m his one as well.
“Love you Vil…this was the best Christmas ever, y’know?”
“Love you too. And yeah, it was pretty amazing.”
“Promise me…we’ll spend every Christmas together…forever?”
“Promise…”