I'm Counting on Christmas

[elwinglyre]

I'm counting on Christmas...

Dreaming is one thing. Pretending another. He'd wanted it that way, but he'd never believed he'd have it. Never. At least, that's what Lija thought.

He closed his eyes and dreamed. Sleep seemed the only answer, better than watching old Christmas movies. He'd tried that. What was it about Christmas movies that always made him cry? From angels getting their wings to Charlie Brown hanging that ornament on his pathetic tree, he bawled like a madman. 

A-augh! I killed it!

Kleenex was a necessity. He'd turned the TV off an hour ago. 

Lij pounded his pillow thrice, then tossed in the too hard, too lumpy bed. His family was miles away: his friends snug and warm with their own families. And Sean? He was an ocean away. Pretending was all he'd have this holiday season. He had no one to blame for it, after all, it was Elijah's choice to stay on location this Christmas. Sean needed to spend time with his children. Sean'd said himself they were growing up fast, and he'd missed so much already.

It was least Lij could give him for Christmas... so he'd sleep in the too lumpy bed and dream of him.

Damn, he'd always been able to fall asleep about anywhere. Tonight he couldn't-- not the old I-can't-fall-to-sleep-the-night-before Christmas syndrome either.  No, he wasn't thinking about what was unopened under the tree. Nothing to look forward to there. He wasn't anticipating Santa's visit-- he just couldn't stop turn off his brain and stop feeling sorry for himself. So, he played the game his mom had taught him as a kid: how to get to sleep on the night before Christmas. It wasn't as simple or mundane as counting sheep--nope, his mom taught him to count favorites. Some Christmas Eves he'd count his favorite 50 CDs, other nights his 30 favorite candy bars. He was older now, and more sophisticated. Tonight he decided to count his favorite sexual positions. He made his mind up to count ten of them. Top ten. After all, ten was a more  manageable number. 

But sometimes counting wasn't enough, sometimes the only thing that puts a man to sleep is a good wank.

Tonight was one of those nights.

He reached into his holiday boxers-- only fitting since they were the ones Austin bought him last Christmas. Elijah smiled. He knew he'd only have to go through the list two or three times before... he grasped himself firmly and filled his head with sugar and spice and everything naughty and nice: 

Doggy, butterfly, wheelbarrow, cowboy, spoons, lap dance, earmuffs, pile-driver, prison guard, frot. 

Doggy, butterfly, wheelbarrow, cowboy, spoons, lap dance, earmuffs, pile-driver, prison guard, frot. 

Doggy, butterfly, wheelbarrow, cowboy, spoons, lap dance, earmuffs, pile-driver, prison guard...prison guard...prison guard...yes, yes, YES!!!

That's the way Sean found him-- flat on his back, snoring loud as a train with spunk dried to his right hand and the elastic of his Rudolph the reindeer boxers slung under his nuts. 

Sean shut the door silently, threw off his winter cap, coat and gloves, toed off his boots, then padded across the cold hard-wood floor in his stocking feet and knelt on one knee next to Lij's bed. He smiled down at the face he loved so much: rosy cheeks, merry lips with lashes a-flutter dreaming. Sean counted his blessings, then brushed their lips together.

Sleepy eyes opened in wonder. "Sean?" he whispered, "What are you doing here?" then realized his state and blushed, heat spreading from his face to his chest to his--

Sean smirked at Elijah's 90-degree, Yuletide greeting. "Surprised?" Sean asked, stripping off his shirt.

Lija raised an eyebrow. "...very surprised." He watched Sean, amazed. He couldn't believe it. Was this some kind of Christmas miracle? Then came a better miracle. Off came--

Jeans.  BVDs. 

Best Christmas ever. Sean naked. 

Sean slid in next to him, warm skin touched warm skin. 

"Merry Christmas," Sean said, nuzzling Lij's ear.

"Merry Christmas," Lija answered, rolling over, snuggling closer still, then whispered, "Doggy, butterfly, wheelbarrow, cowboy, spoons!"

"What was that?" Sean asked. "What are you babbling about?"

"Counting."

"Counting what?"

Sean spooned against him.

"My blessings."

 

Comments

[samtyr.livejournal.com]

Heeeee! This was great! Although I have the feeling those boxers are going to haunt me -- that is just so wrong! And yet so perfectly *right* for Elwood. XD Thank you so much for sharing this.

[el-wing.livejournal.com]

Thanks! Posted this on Waymeet, but glad you found this here. It's my little o' Elwood alright. Horn fella...

thanks,

el