Flash Fic Friday

**From Andrew and Garrett–and especially me–Happy Holidays!**

I woke to the warmth of his body wrapped around mine, his lips on my skin, and his breath in my ear.  I grinned even before I opened my eyes, and Andrew’s answering chuckle warmed the pit of my stomach.  He tucked his thigh between mine, pressing hard on my balls, and hugged me tightly.

“Merry Christmas, Garrett,” he whispered in my ear.  He bit at the lobe, and I sucked in a fast breath.  “Our first Christmas together.  I think we should start a special tradition.”

Considering what was poking into the small of my back, I thought I knew what he had in mind.  I pushed my ass back into the cradle of his pelvis. “Oh, yes, please.”

Andrew’s laugh was joyous, with just a wicked edge.  He kissed my neck, sucking hard for a second, and then he was gone.  The sudden chill of his absence was a shock, and my eyes popped open.  When I looked over my shoulder, he wasn’t rummaging through my bag where I’d packed the lube just in case, despite him telling me there wouldn’t be any sexy times while we were staying in my parents house.  I’d been optimistic anyway, and he knew me well enough to know I’d have packed it.  But instead of him retrieving it like I expected, he was pulling a small square beautifully wrapped package out of his own case.  I watched his shoulders lift as he took a deep breath, and then he smiled beautifully, sitting on the edge of the bed.

I sat up, and returned his grin, even though I wasn’t sure what was going on.  “What’s this?” I asked softly.

“Open it,” he commanded.  He looked relaxed, even excited, so I eagerly took the present he held out.

I didn’t waste time being careful.  It was nicely wrapped, but I was of the first belief that wrapping paper was made to be ripped and recycled.  I tossed it on the bed between us, and then lifted the lid on the box inside.  My breath caught.  I lifted the crystal star up, and let it sparkle in the morning light streaming through the window.  It had a tiny plaque on top proclaiming the year.  It was, if I wasn’t mistaken, the Swarovski ornament and it was absolutely breathtaking.

“It’s beautiful,” I murmured.  I couldn’t tear my gaze away from it.

“I’m glad you like it,”Andrew said.  He reached out and took my free hand, squeezing my fingers.  I turned my attention from the star to my boyfriend, and he grinned.  “I know how much the tree and decorations mean to you this time of year.  I thought that a special ornament could mark each of our years together.  For the rest of our lives.”

I loved the sound of that, but I was so choked up, I could do nothing but nod.  I dropped my gaze, and carefully put the crystal star away so that it could make the journey home.  When I was done, I leaned to set the box on the nightstand, and then I threw myself into Andrew’s arms and hugged him tightly.

“Merry Christmas, babe,” I managed whisper. “I love you.”

“I love you too.  Merry Christmas.”