December 13

Gravity and Daddy, Daddy and Me come out tomorrow!

Today's smutty advent is Gordon and Frank from Push.

Gordon waved at Marcus and Billy as they headed for a table with their subs and took another sip of his Guinness. He was waiting for his lover and the man was late. Which was unlike Frank. The Christmas music was classical and nicely in the background, thank god. The overly bright pop Christmas songs most stores favored had made his Christmas shopping rather hellish.

"You want something to eat, Master Gordon?" Xavier asked him.

Gordon shook his head. "Once Frank gets here we'll see what we're doing."

"Just let me know." Xavier had a smile for Gordon before he had to go serve someone at the other end of the bar.

Gordon checked his watch again; where was Frank? He was beginning to honestly worry.

"Xavier? Xavier, man, look who I found!" Frank's voice boomed out, deep and rough. "You remember Kerry? He worked here before?" Frank had a man in one arm, skinny and wearing next to nothing. Even for a California winter, it wasn't enough.

"Oh my." Xavier's eyes went wide and Gordon stood, waved Frank closer. "A beer for Frank and something hot for his friend, please Xavier."

Frank smiled for him, but it didn't go to the man's eyes. "Kerry's had a rough couple of months; I told him I'd buy him supper."

"The club does an amazing steak. Shall we get a table?"

Frank nodded, kissed his cheek. "Sounds great, babe."

The little man didn't say much, hiding under Frank's arm.

Gordon headed for a table in the corner where Kerry could sit without being stared at. "You need the facilities, Kerry?"

Kerry nodded. "Yeah. Yeah, I need to wash up, huh?"

Frank winked. "Couldn't hurt. You want your steak, medium?"

"Medium well, please."

"You got it."

Once Kerry had disappeared into the back hall with the bathrooms, Gordon raised an eyebrow. "Does he need a place to stay?"

"I don't know. He was in the park, sleeping on a bench. Said that his master tossed him out and he had managed to get back here, but that was about it."

"His master tossed him out? That's not right. It's Christmas for God's sake." He growled a little.

"Yeah, no shit. I saw him and..." Frank shrugged.

Gordon knew. His lover had given away every dollar in his pockets, had rescued kittens and kids and strays of every sort. Hell, they'd kept Frank's little house for a place for people to crash, if needed.

"You know, the turkey is still too big if we're three."

"I know. I thought there were a bunch of the younger set here that didn't have somewhere..."

Gordon chuckled. "Tell everyone to be at the house for ten and we'll start with appetizers."

"Oh, excellent." Frank leaned over, kissed him. "Good day today?"

"I got my Christmas shopping finished." Except for the food he was going to need to go out and buy now, but he had the time.

He wrapped his hand in Frank's shirt and tugged him in for a longer kiss. Frank flushed, hand on his thigh. His lover wasn't much on public displays, but here Gordon wouldn't be denied his kisses.

He gazed fondly at his lover, his tough on the outside marshmallow on the inside lover. "Merry Christmas, Frankie."

"Merry Christmas." His nose was kissed. "It'll be a good one."

It always was with Frank.