Brock and Eric

Brock put all his presents for Josie and Eric out under the tree. Okay, the majority of them were for Josie, there were a couple of very special ones for Eric, though. Then he filled Josie's stocking to overflowing, putting a bunch of stuff on the ground beneath it once it wouldn't take another thing. He stepped back. Had he gone overboard? Was it a bit much?

Warm hands wrapped around his waist. "Brock... good lord. It's like magic!"

"You think she'll like it?"

"She'll love it. She loves you."

It warmed his heart, to hear that. "She'll think it's from Santa, though, right?"

"It is." Eric sounded totally convinced.

God, the man made him feel a hundred feet tall. He had all he needed for Christmas right here, and in the little pink bedroom.

"Come to bed, Santa. I have milk and cookies for you."

"Score!" He stopped a moment and looked at Eric. That is a euphamism, right?"

"Come and see..." That fine butt wiggled for him, all the way down the hall.

"Ho ho ho and a very merry Christmas to me." He couldn't help but think that he must have been a very good boy this year.

Brock and Eric are from Unlikely Hero.