Smutty Advent - December 28

Ryan and DJ from Wallflowers!

Ryan filled the tray with two champagne flutes full of mimosa, a plate of cookies, buttered toast, jam, honey, and a plate of bacon. He added a little bowl of dog treats and headed to the bedroom, whistling "We Wish You a Merry Christmas."

If DJ wasn't awake, he was going to start singing it. At the top of his lungs.

"Mmm. Is that champagne I smell?"

"You can smell the champagne?" He put the bowl of dog treats on the floor. "There you go, Walter."

"Uh-huh. Smells like bubbles." DJ was all tousled and rumpled and adorable.

He put the tray down on the little table on his side of the bed and grabbed the champagne flutes. He pressed one agaist DJ's hand. "That's kind of neat. Here's yours -- it's mixed with orange juice."

"Thank you." DJ took the glass, then held it out, eyes searching restlessly. "Cheers."

He clinked their glasses together. "Merry Christmas." He couldn't remember a better one.

"Merry Christmas, lover." DJ's smile warmed him down to the ground.

Why on earth had he denied who he was? That fear of being out seemed so far away, so silly now. Thank god he'd come to his senses.

He took DJ's glass out of the man's hand, put it back on the tray and leaned in to bring their mouths together.

"Mmm. Bubbly." DJ's laughter was perfect, pushing into his kiss.

"Bubbly like you." God, he loved this man. He was crazy over DJ. Totally and absolutely.

Hell, loving DJ felt like Christmas every day.