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raynedanserwritesPopslash / 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.
With a sigh, he threw the covers back, toed around on the floor for some sweat pants and tugged them on when he found them. He was pretty sure they were Chris’s, but whatever, at least his ass was covered.
Still half asleep, he stumbled down the hall, stubbed his toe on a truck one of the kids had left out and swore silently, then hopped the rest of the way into the family room. He stopped in the doorway and stared. Inside the spacious room, the well lit tree dominated the wall where it was centered carefully in front of the picture window. Brightly wrapped gifts were stacked all around it and stockings were stuffed and laid out underneath, too heavy to hang from their hooks. In the midst of it all, Chris sat with a smudge of chocolate on his nose and a half empty stocking in his lap.
“You’re supposed to wait for morning, you know,” Lance said as he came into the room.
Chris popped another piece of chocolate into his mouth and pointed to the clock on the mantel. “It is morning.”
Lance glanced at it quickly then sat down cross legged in front of Chris. “It’s two in the morning, Chris. It doesn’t quite count.” He leaned over and wiped the smudge of chocolate from Chris’s nose, then sucked it off his finger, watching Chris in amusement. For once, the other man shut up as he watched Lance’s finger disappear into his mouth. “Are you sure you wouldn’t rather go back to bed?” Lance asked quietly.
Chris shivered visibly and shook the candy wrappers off his lap, then stood. “Let’s go,” he said, tugging Lance’s hand insistently.
Halfway across the room, Lance paused and looked back at the candy wrappers. “What about the mess?”
Chris chuckled. “We can blame it on Santa.”
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.
With a sigh, he threw the covers back, toed around on the floor for some sweat pants and tugged them on when he found them. He was pretty sure they were Chris’s, but whatever, at least his ass was covered.
Still half asleep, he stumbled down the hall, stubbed his toe on a truck one of the kids had left out and swore silently, then hopped the rest of the way into the family room. He stopped in the doorway and stared. Inside the spacious room, the well lit tree dominated the wall where it was centered carefully in front of the picture window. Brightly wrapped gifts were stacked all around it and stockings were stuffed and laid out underneath, too heavy to hang from their hooks. In the midst of it all, Chris sat with a smudge of chocolate on his nose and a half empty stocking in his lap.
“You’re supposed to wait for morning, you know,” Lance said as he came into the room.
Chris popped another piece of chocolate into his mouth and pointed to the clock on the mantel. “It is morning.”
Lance glanced at it quickly then sat down cross legged in front of Chris. “It’s two in the morning, Chris. It doesn’t quite count.” He leaned over and wiped the smudge of chocolate from Chris’s nose, then sucked it off his finger, watching Chris in amusement. For once, the other man shut up as he watched Lance’s finger disappear into his mouth. “Are you sure you wouldn’t rather go back to bed?” Lance asked quietly.
Chris shivered visibly and shook the candy wrappers off his lap, then stood. “Let’s go,” he said, tugging Lance’s hand insistently.
Halfway across the room, Lance paused and looked back at the candy wrappers. “What about the mess?”
Chris chuckled. “We can blame it on Santa.”
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Date: 2006-12-15 04:12 pm (UTC)I love it. You know I do.
And I'm totally with Chris, it's after midnight, therefore it's Xmas morning. Though, I'd be going for the presents and not the chocolate. lol.
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Date: 2006-12-15 04:15 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2006-12-15 06:04 pm (UTC)Thanks hon.
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Date: 2007-02-01 04:02 pm (UTC)Two o'clock in the morning! So, so cute!!
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Date: 2007-02-01 07:58 pm (UTC)