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A Christmas fic from me to all of you! (Yes, a Christmas fic. Shut up. It's still Christmas if I say so)
Dedicated to the wonderful Beth, for encouraging me, writing such a wonderful fic, and... just... everything. Merry Christmas, Neil darling, and a Happy New Year.
Title: Cold Outside
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I own not DPS, nor Baby It's Cold Outside.
Summary: On a cold Christmas, Knox sneaks out to meet Charlie at the cave.
Pairing: Charlie/Knox
The note in his hand was wrinkled and torn, having been read and reread more than is good for one's health or sanity. Of course, Knox reflected, anything from Charlie 'Nuwanda;' Dalton was likely to not be beneficial to either health or sanity, but what little remained for his pre-Charlie years, he'd have liked to keep.
Still, it was a freezing, lonely Christmas Eve night. The members of the Dead Poet's Society that had been at Welton when Keatings left were stuck redoing their last year. Knox was stuck at school, avoiding yet another 'we're disappointed, you were such a bright boy' speech from his parents. Todd had gone to visit Jeffrey and meet his brother's fiancee, and Meeks and Pitts were spending the holiday at Pitts' place. They would've invited Knox along, Pitts explained, but his parents didn't have two spare beds. At first he'd been angry but now, imagining the thrill of sneaking out to meet Charlie at the cave and the warmth of his best friend and, since he was fifteen, his... well... boyfriend, for lack of a better term, pressed up against him.
All right, Knox thought with a happy sigh as he stared out of the window in the dorm room he now shared with Todd at the snow blanketed grounds of Hellton. Carpe fucking diem... I'll go.
---
The first thing Knox heard was a deep, off-key humming that could only come from Charlie thrumming through the cave and spilling out into the night. He grinned, entering into the mist of smoke emerging from the cave mouth, and knocked on the entrance, coughing softly.
"Charlie, I'm here!" he called, unable to keep the lilt from his voice.
"Dammit, one minute!" Charlie called, and Knox grinned in amusement, checking his watch. Midnight. Charlie was running late, then, as usual, because Knox was right on time.
A few minutes later of inhaling the misty smoke and closing his eyes to hear Charlie's light footsteps, Knox heard him announced, "Okay- come in!"
Charlie was nowhere to be seen, but Knox was so busy looking around in delight he barely noticed. In the middle of the cave a fire was crackling brightly, looking warm and inviting. Next to it, a heavy blanket had been spread out. A picnic basket, two glasses, and a bucket of ice with a bottle of champagne in it were set in the middle of the blanket. Another blanket, heavier, was set to the side and crumpled up, obviously meant to cover, and a load of pillows made the whole set up seem extremely comfortable. Knox smiled sappily to himself and walked over to the blanket on unsteady legs, sinking into it.
It was barely moments before he felt cold lips on his cold neck. "You like it?" Charlie murmured shyly into his ear.
Knox smiled, leaning backwards into the gentle touch. "Love it."
Charlie's lips, warming now, were on his ear. "Love you."
A little shiver spilled down Knox's spine, as it had since he was sixteen and Charlie first said that to him. "Love you too." He tried to turn around, but Charlie gently and firmly stopped him. "Can't I see you?"
"Okay, one minute." He could practically hear Charlie's mad grin. "Close your eyes." Obediently, Knox did. He heard something rustle as Charlie walked around in front of him before, in the same grinning voice, he announced, "Okay, open!"
Knox opened his eyes and burst out laughing. Somehow, Charlie had gotten a wrapping paper outfit, or made it, or something. The shirt and pants were blue wrapping paper with snow decorating it. Besides that, he wore a giant bow attached to a hat on his head, clunky boots, and that handsome, mad grin.
"You like?" He poked the sleeve, hearing it crinkle. "All real paper, just ready to be unwrapped." Charlie winked. "Merry Christmas, babe."
Knox laughed again, softer, as Charlie leaned forward to kiss him. It was soft, and sweet, and caring, and it drove Knox wild after so long apart. He leaned forward, wanting... something, he didn't know what, and then Charlie was taking the hint to kiss him deeper and his tongue was gently pushing apart Knox's lips apart and it felt so good and a whimper escaped his hands moving down from Charlie's shoulder uncertain but sure at the same time...
And then Charlie pulled back and everything came to a sudden, lurching halt. Knox opened his eyes slowly, confused, and ran his tongue over his lips, savoring the taste that he came to know as Charlie's that was left on them. Charlie was smirking. "Plenty of time for that later," he teased, opening the picnic basket.
Knox laughed self-consciously, watching as Charlie pulled out a bowl of fresh, red strawberries, another of melted chocolate sauce, and a can of whipped cream. His eyes followed Charlie's hand as he picked up a strawberry, dipped it in the chocolate, and held it up to Knox's lips. Obediently, he bit into it, enjoying the sweet taste.
Charlie pulled back the remaining half of the strawberry, putting it to his own lips and finishing it, eyes fixated on Knox's face as he slowly ran his tongue over his lower lip to catch the dripping juice. Still staring at Knox, he leaned forward, reached out his thumb to catch a drop of juice, and licked it off his finger.
Knox smiled. "Why, Mister Dalton," he said in a light, falsely innocent voice. "Are you trying to seduce me?"
"That depends, my dear Mister Overstreet."
"On what?"
"On if it's working," Charlie replied with a wink and a smirk.
Knox loved that smirk. No one could pull that off like Charlie, and it still made him melt inside a bit. He thought for a moment, what it would be like to sleep with Charlie. Despite innuendo, heavy make out sessions, and some touching, he was still a virgin. Whether Charlie was or not was a mystery he'd yet to solve, however. He knew Charlie would be his first- he loved Charlie, it wasn't a joke or a phrase he threw around. He was in love.
But now? Tonight?
It sounded wrong and scary and yet...
And yet, it also sounded right and beautiful.
He shivered.
"Cold?" Charlie asked, catching it. He wrapped his arm around Knox's shoulders, pulling him close.
"Yeah," Knox whispered, resting his head against Charlie's shoulder and lifting another strawberry. "I should go soon."
Charlie looked down, disappointment obvious in those beautiful eyes. "Do you have to go?"
Knox bit his lip uncertainly. "It's cold," he said after a few moments. "And you should leave soon."
"It's warmer if we're together," Charlie said softly, leaning down and pressing his lips to Knox's, roughly, not bothering this time to mask the wild desire that was haunting them both. Knox wrapped his arms around Charlie and pressed himself close, kissing him back with a passion that scared him, but stopped him from laying them back on the pillows. Charlie stopped, looking ashamed, and pulled back.
"I'm sorry, Charlie-"
"Don't." Charlie looked over, smiling gently. "I shouldn't try to rush you. Look, I'm here. And I'll be here, whenever you're ready... I'll still be here. Waiting for you." He kissed his forehead. "I love you."
Knox smiled back. "I love you too." He sighed and pulled back. "Look, I ought to go..."
"No, please- I mean-" Charlie shifted, embarrassed at the desperate tone in his voice. "Don't let me scare you off, Knox. Can't you stay for a while?"
"Well..." Knox felt himself weakening as Charlie gave him the infamous puppy dog eyes.
"Please?" Charlie whimpered, reaching out to take his hands.
"I should..." Knox trailed off.
Charlie looked down at Knox's hands which, not being close to the fire, had never quite warmed off and sang softly, "I hold your hands, they're just like ice." He pulled him onto his lap, closer to the fire.
Knox smiled, recognizing the song. It'd been one that Charlie, for some reason, had gotten into everyone's heads two years ago at Christmas. Knox had never forgotten it. "My mother will start to worry," he sang, his own voice soft and high.
"Beautiful, what's your hurry?"
At the look in Charlie's eye as he called him beautiful, Knox felt himself melt all that much more. "My father will be pacing the floor."
"Listen to the fireplace roar." Charlie leaned forward, nuzzling his neck gently.
Knox's stomach was performing amazing acrobatics."So really I'd better scurry."
"Beautiful, please don't hurry," Charlie murmured more than sang against Knox's neck.
On unspoken agreement, they skipped ahead and in perfect unison sang, "Baby, it's cold outside." An embarrassingly high, well trained voice met the other rough, low voice as soprano and tenor blended in beautiful music.
Knox laughed, unable to resist anymore. "Okay, I'll stay for now," he agreed softly.
Charlie beamed at him, like a little boy who just woke up to a truckload of presents, and gave him a very gentle kiss. "I'm glad."
For a while, they talked, and snuggled, and ate a bit. It was all very innocent, very sweet. The fire roared on but despite it, they were still cold. It was about half past one when Charlie reached over and grabbed the blanket, covering them both with it. He kissed Knox gently as he pulled back, but Knox's hands grabbed the back of his neck and didn't let him move back. Tentatively, Charlie's hands slipped around Knox's waist, pulling him close. His tongue reached out and licked Knox's lip, and he parted his lips eagerly to allow his tongue entrance.
Slowly Knox laid back, and Charlie followed, shifting so that he carefully straddled Knox's hips as he pulled away. "Knox, don't..." His eyes were bright and his face was flushed. He looked amazing, Knox thought with a smile, attempting to sit up to kiss him, but Charlie wouldn't let him.
"Knox," Charlie tried again, but it dissolved into gibberish as Knox's hand wrapped around his arm and brought it closer, pressing his lips to Charlie's pulse. He loved the feel of Charlie's pulse racing underneath his lips, and Knox quickly let his tongue dart out to claim the spot for his own. "Oh god, Knox... Don't do this for me," Charlie finally got out.
Knox stopped, confused. "Don't do this for you?" he echoed. "Charlie... don't you want this?" He felt ashamed... what if he was just assuming, if Charlie didn't want him, if he didn't really love him...
Charlie growled softly in frustration. "Dammit, you know I do. But if you're not ready-"
"I am." Knox knew, in his heart, that this was the time. "Charlie... Look at me." Obediently, Charlie looked down. "I love you, Charlie. I want you to make love to me."
Charlie growled again, this time releasing it into a groan. Still, he held back. "If you're sure..."
Knox grabbed him by the neckline of his wrapping paper shirt and pulled him down, ripping the shirt in the process, to kiss him passionately as a response. Amused, he tore the shirt off, throwing it into the fire impatiently. Charlie laughed richly against his lips, taking a slower time to unbutton Knox's shirt and slide it smoothly off of his shoulders, kissing them as the bare skin was revealed. Knox shuddered at the touch of Charlie's lips against his skin, closing his eyes.
A thought occurred to him and he opened them again. "Charlie..." He squirmed slightly. "Don't we need..."
Charlie smiled shyly and looked at the picnic basket. Knox glanced over and smiled.
"What, were you expecting this?" he asked.
"Hoping," Charlie admitted, lifting Knox's hand to his lips and kissing each finger. "Praying. Wishing for you, like I've been since we met."
"You've got me now, love." He kissed him gently. "I want to be yours. Forever."
"Forever," Charlie repeated, sounding awed, before he kissed him again and let the emotion wash them away.
Dedicated to the wonderful Beth, for encouraging me, writing such a wonderful fic, and... just... everything. Merry Christmas, Neil darling, and a Happy New Year.
Title: Cold Outside
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I own not DPS, nor Baby It's Cold Outside.
Summary: On a cold Christmas, Knox sneaks out to meet Charlie at the cave.
Pairing: Charlie/Knox
The note in his hand was wrinkled and torn, having been read and reread more than is good for one's health or sanity. Of course, Knox reflected, anything from Charlie 'Nuwanda;' Dalton was likely to not be beneficial to either health or sanity, but what little remained for his pre-Charlie years, he'd have liked to keep.
Still, it was a freezing, lonely Christmas Eve night. The members of the Dead Poet's Society that had been at Welton when Keatings left were stuck redoing their last year. Knox was stuck at school, avoiding yet another 'we're disappointed, you were such a bright boy' speech from his parents. Todd had gone to visit Jeffrey and meet his brother's fiancee, and Meeks and Pitts were spending the holiday at Pitts' place. They would've invited Knox along, Pitts explained, but his parents didn't have two spare beds. At first he'd been angry but now, imagining the thrill of sneaking out to meet Charlie at the cave and the warmth of his best friend and, since he was fifteen, his... well... boyfriend, for lack of a better term, pressed up against him.
All right, Knox thought with a happy sigh as he stared out of the window in the dorm room he now shared with Todd at the snow blanketed grounds of Hellton. Carpe fucking diem... I'll go.
---
The first thing Knox heard was a deep, off-key humming that could only come from Charlie thrumming through the cave and spilling out into the night. He grinned, entering into the mist of smoke emerging from the cave mouth, and knocked on the entrance, coughing softly.
"Charlie, I'm here!" he called, unable to keep the lilt from his voice.
"Dammit, one minute!" Charlie called, and Knox grinned in amusement, checking his watch. Midnight. Charlie was running late, then, as usual, because Knox was right on time.
A few minutes later of inhaling the misty smoke and closing his eyes to hear Charlie's light footsteps, Knox heard him announced, "Okay- come in!"
Charlie was nowhere to be seen, but Knox was so busy looking around in delight he barely noticed. In the middle of the cave a fire was crackling brightly, looking warm and inviting. Next to it, a heavy blanket had been spread out. A picnic basket, two glasses, and a bucket of ice with a bottle of champagne in it were set in the middle of the blanket. Another blanket, heavier, was set to the side and crumpled up, obviously meant to cover, and a load of pillows made the whole set up seem extremely comfortable. Knox smiled sappily to himself and walked over to the blanket on unsteady legs, sinking into it.
It was barely moments before he felt cold lips on his cold neck. "You like it?" Charlie murmured shyly into his ear.
Knox smiled, leaning backwards into the gentle touch. "Love it."
Charlie's lips, warming now, were on his ear. "Love you."
A little shiver spilled down Knox's spine, as it had since he was sixteen and Charlie first said that to him. "Love you too." He tried to turn around, but Charlie gently and firmly stopped him. "Can't I see you?"
"Okay, one minute." He could practically hear Charlie's mad grin. "Close your eyes." Obediently, Knox did. He heard something rustle as Charlie walked around in front of him before, in the same grinning voice, he announced, "Okay, open!"
Knox opened his eyes and burst out laughing. Somehow, Charlie had gotten a wrapping paper outfit, or made it, or something. The shirt and pants were blue wrapping paper with snow decorating it. Besides that, he wore a giant bow attached to a hat on his head, clunky boots, and that handsome, mad grin.
"You like?" He poked the sleeve, hearing it crinkle. "All real paper, just ready to be unwrapped." Charlie winked. "Merry Christmas, babe."
Knox laughed again, softer, as Charlie leaned forward to kiss him. It was soft, and sweet, and caring, and it drove Knox wild after so long apart. He leaned forward, wanting... something, he didn't know what, and then Charlie was taking the hint to kiss him deeper and his tongue was gently pushing apart Knox's lips apart and it felt so good and a whimper escaped his hands moving down from Charlie's shoulder uncertain but sure at the same time...
And then Charlie pulled back and everything came to a sudden, lurching halt. Knox opened his eyes slowly, confused, and ran his tongue over his lips, savoring the taste that he came to know as Charlie's that was left on them. Charlie was smirking. "Plenty of time for that later," he teased, opening the picnic basket.
Knox laughed self-consciously, watching as Charlie pulled out a bowl of fresh, red strawberries, another of melted chocolate sauce, and a can of whipped cream. His eyes followed Charlie's hand as he picked up a strawberry, dipped it in the chocolate, and held it up to Knox's lips. Obediently, he bit into it, enjoying the sweet taste.
Charlie pulled back the remaining half of the strawberry, putting it to his own lips and finishing it, eyes fixated on Knox's face as he slowly ran his tongue over his lower lip to catch the dripping juice. Still staring at Knox, he leaned forward, reached out his thumb to catch a drop of juice, and licked it off his finger.
Knox smiled. "Why, Mister Dalton," he said in a light, falsely innocent voice. "Are you trying to seduce me?"
"That depends, my dear Mister Overstreet."
"On what?"
"On if it's working," Charlie replied with a wink and a smirk.
Knox loved that smirk. No one could pull that off like Charlie, and it still made him melt inside a bit. He thought for a moment, what it would be like to sleep with Charlie. Despite innuendo, heavy make out sessions, and some touching, he was still a virgin. Whether Charlie was or not was a mystery he'd yet to solve, however. He knew Charlie would be his first- he loved Charlie, it wasn't a joke or a phrase he threw around. He was in love.
But now? Tonight?
It sounded wrong and scary and yet...
And yet, it also sounded right and beautiful.
He shivered.
"Cold?" Charlie asked, catching it. He wrapped his arm around Knox's shoulders, pulling him close.
"Yeah," Knox whispered, resting his head against Charlie's shoulder and lifting another strawberry. "I should go soon."
Charlie looked down, disappointment obvious in those beautiful eyes. "Do you have to go?"
Knox bit his lip uncertainly. "It's cold," he said after a few moments. "And you should leave soon."
"It's warmer if we're together," Charlie said softly, leaning down and pressing his lips to Knox's, roughly, not bothering this time to mask the wild desire that was haunting them both. Knox wrapped his arms around Charlie and pressed himself close, kissing him back with a passion that scared him, but stopped him from laying them back on the pillows. Charlie stopped, looking ashamed, and pulled back.
"I'm sorry, Charlie-"
"Don't." Charlie looked over, smiling gently. "I shouldn't try to rush you. Look, I'm here. And I'll be here, whenever you're ready... I'll still be here. Waiting for you." He kissed his forehead. "I love you."
Knox smiled back. "I love you too." He sighed and pulled back. "Look, I ought to go..."
"No, please- I mean-" Charlie shifted, embarrassed at the desperate tone in his voice. "Don't let me scare you off, Knox. Can't you stay for a while?"
"Well..." Knox felt himself weakening as Charlie gave him the infamous puppy dog eyes.
"Please?" Charlie whimpered, reaching out to take his hands.
"I should..." Knox trailed off.
Charlie looked down at Knox's hands which, not being close to the fire, had never quite warmed off and sang softly, "I hold your hands, they're just like ice." He pulled him onto his lap, closer to the fire.
Knox smiled, recognizing the song. It'd been one that Charlie, for some reason, had gotten into everyone's heads two years ago at Christmas. Knox had never forgotten it. "My mother will start to worry," he sang, his own voice soft and high.
"Beautiful, what's your hurry?"
At the look in Charlie's eye as he called him beautiful, Knox felt himself melt all that much more. "My father will be pacing the floor."
"Listen to the fireplace roar." Charlie leaned forward, nuzzling his neck gently.
Knox's stomach was performing amazing acrobatics."So really I'd better scurry."
"Beautiful, please don't hurry," Charlie murmured more than sang against Knox's neck.
On unspoken agreement, they skipped ahead and in perfect unison sang, "Baby, it's cold outside." An embarrassingly high, well trained voice met the other rough, low voice as soprano and tenor blended in beautiful music.
Knox laughed, unable to resist anymore. "Okay, I'll stay for now," he agreed softly.
Charlie beamed at him, like a little boy who just woke up to a truckload of presents, and gave him a very gentle kiss. "I'm glad."
For a while, they talked, and snuggled, and ate a bit. It was all very innocent, very sweet. The fire roared on but despite it, they were still cold. It was about half past one when Charlie reached over and grabbed the blanket, covering them both with it. He kissed Knox gently as he pulled back, but Knox's hands grabbed the back of his neck and didn't let him move back. Tentatively, Charlie's hands slipped around Knox's waist, pulling him close. His tongue reached out and licked Knox's lip, and he parted his lips eagerly to allow his tongue entrance.
Slowly Knox laid back, and Charlie followed, shifting so that he carefully straddled Knox's hips as he pulled away. "Knox, don't..." His eyes were bright and his face was flushed. He looked amazing, Knox thought with a smile, attempting to sit up to kiss him, but Charlie wouldn't let him.
"Knox," Charlie tried again, but it dissolved into gibberish as Knox's hand wrapped around his arm and brought it closer, pressing his lips to Charlie's pulse. He loved the feel of Charlie's pulse racing underneath his lips, and Knox quickly let his tongue dart out to claim the spot for his own. "Oh god, Knox... Don't do this for me," Charlie finally got out.
Knox stopped, confused. "Don't do this for you?" he echoed. "Charlie... don't you want this?" He felt ashamed... what if he was just assuming, if Charlie didn't want him, if he didn't really love him...
Charlie growled softly in frustration. "Dammit, you know I do. But if you're not ready-"
"I am." Knox knew, in his heart, that this was the time. "Charlie... Look at me." Obediently, Charlie looked down. "I love you, Charlie. I want you to make love to me."
Charlie growled again, this time releasing it into a groan. Still, he held back. "If you're sure..."
Knox grabbed him by the neckline of his wrapping paper shirt and pulled him down, ripping the shirt in the process, to kiss him passionately as a response. Amused, he tore the shirt off, throwing it into the fire impatiently. Charlie laughed richly against his lips, taking a slower time to unbutton Knox's shirt and slide it smoothly off of his shoulders, kissing them as the bare skin was revealed. Knox shuddered at the touch of Charlie's lips against his skin, closing his eyes.
A thought occurred to him and he opened them again. "Charlie..." He squirmed slightly. "Don't we need..."
Charlie smiled shyly and looked at the picnic basket. Knox glanced over and smiled.
"What, were you expecting this?" he asked.
"Hoping," Charlie admitted, lifting Knox's hand to his lips and kissing each finger. "Praying. Wishing for you, like I've been since we met."
"You've got me now, love." He kissed him gently. "I want to be yours. Forever."
"Forever," Charlie repeated, sounding awed, before he kissed him again and let the emotion wash them away.