Part 3


Christmas

“Come on, Justin! It’s Christmas. I watch all the Christmas specials.”

Justin looked up at JC. The two men were laying on the couch, fighting over the remote. JC insisted they watch a cheesy Christmas special, when Justin wanted to watch wrestling. It was the one night that both JC and Justin were off from their jobs. Usually, they watched wrestling, because Justin loved wrestling and JC loved Justin.

Except for tonight. Justin sighed dramatically, and handed the remote over. “You’re lucky you’re cute,” he said, lying back down against the other man.

JC leaned down, brushing a hard kiss against Justin’s lips. “Thanks,” he said, flipping the channel.

Justin snuggled down, figuring he’d just nap against JC while the older man watched his program. He kicked off his boots, thumping them down onto the floor. He closed his eyes, relishing the feel of the man behind him.

His eyes flew open at the sounds from the television. “You’d better watch out…you’d better not cry…”

Justin watched as people? Cartoons? Something was walking across a bunch of fake snow, signing about Santa Claus coming to town. Justin sat up quickly. “JC…what the fuck is that?”

JC looked at the startled boy. “They’re claymation. That’s young Santa Claus…see?”

“This is totally lame, man,” Justin said, getting off the couch and going to the kitchen. “To think I’m missing The Rock for this.”

***

JC leaned up on an elbow, watching Justin as he got ready for bed. Justin worked nights at a local hospital, and nights like this were a treat. JC smiled, watching Justin neatly fold his jeans onto the chair, then pull off his tight tee-shirt. Justin still cared for his clothes as if he only had one set, always careful with his things, but also always making sure his things were close by.

“Seriously, JC…what the hell was that show tonight?” Justin pulled off his sock, tossing them expertly into the basket in the corner.

“Just what you think it was,” JC said, smiling as Justin walked to the bed. “’Santa Claus Is Coming To Town.’ I’ll admit it’s not the best Christmas special, but hey, I love them all.”

Justin slipped under the covers, pulling JC close. They kissed for a long moment, legs entwining, hands roaming. “Like I said, you’re lucky you’re cute.” He tugged back on JC’s hair, exposing the other man’s jaw and neck to his hungry kisses.

“Yeah, I guess.” JC shifted a bit, a hand wandering into Justin’s boxers to stroke hot, hard flesh. “Hey, Justin.” JC pulled a way a few inches. “When did you stop believing in Santa Claus?”

Justin growled. “Are we gonna talk, or are we gonna fuck?” He pulled hard on JC’s cock, making the older man groan.

JC surrendered under his lover’s touch.

***

JC felt Justin’s hand playing with his hair. The two men were sated and sticky, lying in each other’s arms. He lifted a hand, running it softly over the piercing attached to Justin’s nipple, one that matched JC’s. “You never answered my question, you know.”

“Hmm,” Justin rumbled. “What question?”

“When you stopped believing in Santa Claus?” JC felt the fingers in his hair still. He lifted his head to look at Justin’s face. Justin’s expression had closed, his mouth becoming a thin line. “Justin?” JC scrambled to sit up as Justin pulled away, swinging his legs over the bed. Justin lit a cigarette, his back to JC. “Justin?” JC asked again, reaching out and stroking Justin’s back.

“I was six,” Justin said in a hoarse voice.

JC waited, continuing to pet Justin.

“My mom had been sober for months,” he continued with a sigh. “I thought this time…this time would be the time she’d make it.”

“You knew, at six?” JC asked.

“I knew she was happy and working and not hitting me,” Justin confessed. “I didn’t know why, but knew enough that it was different than she usually was. She took me to the mall, to see Santa Claus. I asked for a bicycle.”

“What happened?”

“Christmas Eve, I hear a noise. I think it’s Santa, bringing me my bicycle.” He stubbed out his cigarette, but didn’t turn to JC. “Of course it wasn’t. Just my mom and a man, who I found out would be my next step-father, passed out in the living room. Bottles everywhere. I walked over to my mother. She smelled of booze and cigarettes and sick. I tried to wake her, but she just reached out and hit me. I backed away, stepping on a piece of paper.” He looked over his shoulder at JC, his eyes bright with unshed tears. “It was a return receipt. A bicycle was returned for cash. So, yeah. No Santa Claus after that.”

JC tried to pull Justin into his arms, but the younger man wriggled out of his hold. JC watched at Justin picked up his jeans and shirt. “Justin, stop!” JC said, fighting to get out of the bedcovers and pull on his pants.

Justin was just over the threshold of the apartment door when JC caught up with him. “Stop, Justin,” JC demanded, pulling the other man from the open door.

Justin shook his head. “No, I have to leave,” he insisted, his voice sharp with tension.

“No, baby, don’t,” JC said. “Not this time, not again.”

Justin’s head was bent, his shoulders hunched as if warding off a blow. “I have to go,” he repeated.

“No,” JC said again. He pulled Justin back toward the open door. “Stay…please. Talk to me.” JC slipped the boots Justin was holding out of his hands. “Come on…Justin…stay with me.” He leaned in, kissing Justin softly on the cheek.

Justin blinked and looked up at JC. “JC, you don’t understand,” he said softly.

“Come inside and help me understand,” JC said, pulling Justin back inside the apartment. He gently moved Justin until they were both back to the couch, sitting him down and scrunching on the floor in front of him. Justin was tense and shaking. “Tell me, baby.”

“It hurt, JC,” he finally whispered, rocking back and forth with his arms wrapped tightly around himself. “It still hurts. She didn’t care about me. All she cared about was getting drunk and getting laid. I knew it couldn’t last, but I was dumb and stupid and it hurt so much.”

JC blinked away the hot tears welling in his eyes. “I know it did, Justin.”

He raised tear-streaked eyes to JC’s. “Why didn’t she love me?” he asked.

JC stroked a gentle hand down Justin’s face, wiping the tears away. “I don’t know, Justin. She was wrong to do that to you, wrong not to love you the way she should have.” JC rose and sat next to Justin on the couch. “But I love you, Justin. I love you so much.” He turned Justin’s face toward his and kissed his salty mouth. “And you so deserve to be loved, Justin. Please, don’t think that you’re not.”

Justin’s eyes widened. “How did…”

“How did I know?” JC finished for him. He kissed Justin again. “I could see it, Justin, every time you left, every time you tried to escape.” JC wiped the smudged black eyeliner from Justin’s face. “But you are so worthy of love. I feel so lucky to have found you.”

Justin shook his head. “No, I’m the lucky one.”

“I’m no prize, Justin,” JC scoffed. “Remember me? Repressed? Unable to let things go? Too neat for my own good?” His voice softened. “Not loved or accepted by my parents?”

Justin waved that away. “Not your fault.”

“And your mother’s actions weren’t yours, either.”

Justin sniffed, wiping his nose on the back of his hand. “We’re quite a pair, aren’t we?”

“Match made in heaven all right.”

They smiled at each other, realizing that just might be right.

***

Justin leaned up on his elbow, observing JC as he lay below him. “So, how does that song go again?”

JC looked up at Justin, smiling at the sparkle in the boy’s eyes. “What song?”

“The Santa Claus one,” Justin explained. “The one that dumb show was based on.”

JC slugged Justin on the arm. “It wasn’t dumb!” Justin raised a brow. “Okay, maybe it wasn’t great. but it wasn’t dumb.”

Justin laughed. “So,” he said, his fingers slowly trailing along JC’s chest, flicking lightly at his piercing. “How does it go again?”

“Hmm,” JC said, his legs starting to shift under the covers as heat began to build in his groin.“You’d better watch out, you’d better not cry, you’d better not pout,” JC lifted a finger, running it along Justin’s full bottom lip. ”I’m telling you why,

Justin shook his head, his fingers trailing lower on JC’s stomach. “No, the other part,” he said, leaning down and licking a slick path along JC’s neck to his chest. “Something about when you’re sleeping?” he murmured, his teeth scraping along a sensitive nipple.

JC sucked in his breath at the sensation. “Oh, that part,” he said. Jesus, how was he supposed to think with Justin doing that? “Uh, yeah… He sees you when you’re sleeping …oh…yes… He knows when you’re awake …shit…Justin…”

“Hmm…” Justin said, the vibrations making JC’s skin shiver. “Now I remember.” Justin pulled back the sheet, exposing JC’s naked body to his gaze. “ He knows if you’ve been bad ,” Justin recited, leaning down and nibbling the tip of JC’s engorged cock. “ Or good, ” His tongue slid up and down the shaft, holding JC’s hips stilled as they shifted on the bed.

JC groaned. “Justin…”

So be good, for goodness sake. ” Justin looked up at JC. “Is that right?”

JC’s gaze struggled to focus on Justin as the younger man lay between his legs, his breath hot on his cock. “Yes…right…please…Justin…” JC begged, desperate to move, unable to under Justin’s hands.

Justin smiled at JC, shimming up his body. He held JC still as he took his body. “I’ll be good tomorrow,” Justin said, hips pumping hard. “Being bad is too much fun.”

JC could only scream in agreement.



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