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Popslash / TrickyFish / Blame it on Santa ~ 383 words
More from the Only Temporary 'verse, the rest of which you can find here: Part 1, Part 2, Smooth Criminal
His ass was cold and he rolled over, tugging the covers with him. Somewhere in his sleep deprived brain, he realized that there was far too much space in the bed and he slowly blinked his eyes open. He checked the clock and swore. Where was Chris? No, silly question. He knew where he was. Downstairs. After all, it was Christmas Eve – or ass o’clock on Christmas morning, depending on how you looked at it.( . . . )
More from the Only Temporary 'verse, the rest of which you can find here: Part 1, Part 2, Smooth Criminal
His ass was cold and he rolled over, tugging the covers with him. Somewhere in his sleep deprived brain, he realized that there was far too much space in the bed and he slowly blinked his eyes open. He checked the clock and swore. Where was Chris? No, silly question. He knew where he was. Downstairs. After all, it was Christmas Eve – or ass o’clock on Christmas morning, depending on how you looked at it.( . . . )
