By Robin Gurl
John Partridge was awoken painfully by someone tackling him, "Go Ďway, kid."
"But, itís snowing outside, John! Look."
The kid was cute and adorable but not at seven in the morning. "Look, Jakie, go back to bed. The snow will be there in the morning." Once again John wondered why he had offered to keep Jacob over Christmas in England.
Keep sounded like Jake was a child. Well technically he wasnít, 24 was not a child. It was an adult. But something about Jacob Brent made him seem child like. The dancer loved to have Jacob snuggle or curl up next to him during the day and call his name repeatedly until John answered. Itís what John lived for.
They were lovers and had been since August but John it seemed longer, much longer. Although they did their fair share of lover things their relationship had become more of a Father Son deal.
Reluctantly John sat up and slowly his vision cleared to seeing Jake in front of the window with his face plastered against it. The older man sighed then chuckled. God, this kid was adorable. "What time is it, Jake?"
"Nine." Came the muffled response.
"Get your face off my clean glass or you will be the one to clean it." John scolded gently standing. "Come on, you havenít had breakfast have you?"
Jacob shook his head. "Waiting on you!"
Together the duo walked down the stairs of the small house. A spectator would not have known it was Christmas by the look of the place. Jacob had already made up his mind to decorate the place later. First he had to find all of Johnís old decorations.
"Jacob Brent get out of my attic."
"Why?" Came the response.
"Why are you up there?" John asked afraid of the answer.
"Looking for something."
The British dancer put his hands on his hips perturbed with the kid. "Look, Iím going out for a couple of hours to talk with one of my friends, alright? This house better not be a mess when I get back."
"Kay. Love you."
John smiled and replied, "Love you to, kid." Then he put his jacket on and left.
When John got home the house was quiet. Too quiet. "Jakie?" He called out using Jacobís nickname. His lover was nowhere in sight.
"Jacob." He tried again taking his scarf, gloves, and jacket off. Scared that something had happened he dropped them and ran into the other room. "JAKE!"
Then he heard a frustrated groan. Was Jake hurt? As John got closer he saw his den was covered in Christmas decorations. The dancer growled, "Jacob, what in the world?"
A head of spiked brown hair appeared. "Oh!" A body accompanied the head and soon John felt the familiar embrace of his lover against his body. "You are home!"
"What are you doing to my den?"
Proudly Jacob pulled away and showed off his masterpiece, "Iím decorating your house! Itís so dreary and un Christmas like. I had to do something, love."
"Where did you find all of these?" Johnís eyes narrowed, he definitely didnít remember buying these last time they went out.
"Theyíre yours silly." Jacob giggled, "I found them in your attic. Now, we need a tree, John."
John sighed and contemplated how to kill the little brat. But then something made him chuckle. The kid was being cute again. "Fine, Jakie, fine. Weíll get a tree tonight."
"Yes, I promise. Now lets finish putting all of these lights up."
Jacob cheered and happily helped his lover put the lights up. "Now it looks Christmas like."
John found himself actually smiling. He sat down in the huge green armchair after turning up the fire to heat the house. Jacob came and sat down on his lap and snuggled close. "I canít wait to get our tree."
"Neither can I. Iím glad you are spending Christmas with me, Jake, It means a lot to me."
"Well, lovers are supposed to have Christmas with each other, right?" Jacob asked his brown eyes looked serious for once. "I would have never thought of leaving you alone at Christmas."
"Iíve been meaning to ask you, how have your parents taken our relationship?"
Jake shrugged and snuggled close. Resting his head on Johnís shoulder he replied, "I donít care what they think anymore."
"I see." John answered. He decided not to press the issue and instead sat there quietly with his loverís body pressed against him.
Jacob froze and cringed. When John did that, called his name like that, he was typically in trouble. "What?"
"We have been to 25 Christmas Tree Lots." John exclaimed finally catching his up with his lover. "We need to hurry up and find one."
John immediately felt bad for saying that. His love looked so down. "Iím sorry." He gave Jake a light hug then kissed him on the lips receiving a glare from a mother and her child. John only smiled and kissed Jacob again this time more graphically.
Jacob didnít see the mother and blushed prettily as they kissed. Neither of them noticed the mistletoe hanging from the wire. There were for sell, the mistletoe, but it was cute and a perfect moment.
When they pulled apart people started to clap. Both turned bright red. "Letís go find that tree now, kay?" Jake nodded and pulled John away from the crowd.
"I want this one!!"
John stopped walking and smiled, finally. "Alright, go tell the sales clerk. Iíll be right here."
"Mr. Clerk-?" Jacob felt someone tug on his arm. Turning around he saw it was Tom. Johnís exboyfriend. "Oh, Tom."
Tom growled, "Look, I still donít agree with you and John being together."
Jacob glared, "Heís mine! He told you that he didnít love you anymore."
"Darling, heís never loved anyone any before. You know that or should."
Brown eyes narrowed, "He does now. I trust John, if you donít then it isnít my problem."
"That felt so good." Tom pushed Jacob up against the wall away from the crowd. No one noticed the two young men.
Jacob tried to get away but Tom was to strong and he kept finding himself being thrown back into the wall.
"You scream and youíll wish you hadnít." Tom warned. "Now, I want to see what John has kept to himself for these couple of months." Two hands that Jake didn't like started to touch his private parts. Feeling and cupping them Jacob moaned as Tom had his fun but this wasn't what Jake wanted. He tried to pull away again but once again he failed.
"Donít you dare lay one hand on him."
Both men turned around and saw John standing there. "What did I tell you about coming near me and my love again?" Brown eyes were darker then either men had ever seen before. And they got darker when they saw Jacob's body held up only by Tom's arms. And even darker they got when they saw what Tom was fondling. "Let him go, Tom. You don't need the Officials here do you?" If looks could kill, Tom be'd dead and buried.
"Look," Tom whispered harshly in Jake's ear, "This isn't over yet. You are lucky he appeared this time. But next time you won't be so lucky. Mark _My_Words." Then he threw Jacob against the wall and kissed John on the cheek as he left.
Jacob, being the not so coordinated person that everyone thinks he is, fell to the ground after hitting the wall with his back really hard. That one, had hurt.
"JAKE!!" John asked as he ran over to his lover, "You alright?"
Jacob pushed John away glaring in the direction that Tom had run off in. "I'm fine, John."
John sighed wrapping both arms around Jacob from behind, "I'm sorry about Tom."
"I know," Jacob replied more cheerful this time. His childish side was back out again and John sighed in relief. He'd gotten so used to the childish Jake that when the other man turned to what he should be acting like it was weird and John didn't like it. "One of these days he'll learn that you are mine!"
John sat down in the chair again as Jacob put the last ornament on the tree. It was a small picture frame of the two of them in costume from the video. Then as Jake bent down his shirt rode up. At first John was going to lean forward and poke his lover playfully but then his eye caught a huge bruise that was starting to form. "You are hurt." John said louder than he had meant to.
"Hm?" Jacob turned around confused.
"Baby, you are injured. Tom did a number on that back of yours."
Confused Jacob just stared at John, "What are you talking about?"
John stood and gently placed a warm hand against the forming bruise, "This, honey, doesn't it hurt?"
"No, not right now..." Jake replied though the warm hand could stay any ways, "Mmmm.."
"What are you purring about?" John asked chuckling. He used his other hand to gently spider up and down his lover's back. "Good Kitty!" Reaching behind him, Jacob turned the light switch off. The only light in the room were the two candles on the mantel and the Christmas lights on the tree. "Oh, you play dirty, Mistoffelees." John scolded playfully swatting at the dancers butt.
"I'm allowed to out do our cunning Tugger once in awhile." John let Jacob push him to the ground. The younger man crawled on top of John and straddled him. Leaning down Jake found his lover's mouth and engulfed it in a long heated kiss.
After both were out of breath John kissed Jake's forehead gently, caressing the spikey brown hair, "You know, I haven't seen you in your lovely costume in forever."
"Maybe I could, but then you'd have to as well." Jacob replied purring playfully as his body responded to the petting. He laid down his head on John's chest. "I miss my Tugger."
"I see. Well I can't have you pouting. It breaks my heart to see you sad." John whispered softly in Jacob's ear. "I shall if you will."
"Alright." Jacob's smile was bright in the darkness and it was innocent but still sly enough to where John was scared to know what was going through his mind.
"So, do I get Quaxo or Mistoffelees?"
Jacob giggled and purred again as John ran a hand up and down his back then stop and squeezed his butt cheeks hard. "That's your choice!"
"Hmmm.." John groaned as he was aroused by all of the moment Jake was causing around his crotch, "The shiney one is tighter."
"Ok then!" Jacob stood and started to his room (even though it had only been used once since he arrived). "I'll be back. I want you as Tugger, dear."
John smiled, he loved the mature man that Jake turned into when they were making love. Even though it always creeped him out when the mature Jacob appeared in the most random moments. But then he always missed the cute and cuddly boy that he could hold and fondle afterwards and during the day. It was a cute mix and it spoiled John but also gave him the wants and needs to have the side of Jake he wasn't getting at any given moment.
John stood and adjusted his pants that had gotten quite tighter over the course of 10 minutes and started to his room to get ready.
End Chapter 1