Walker Advent calendar: Flap #21

Rate: PG-13
Disclaimer: Just borrowing.
Summary: A Christmas tale.
Spoilers: None.
Word count: 387

“It’s Monday and you’re not busy with your critically acclaimed blog?” Kevin asks Scotty during breakfast that morning of the 21st of December. With only a few days left until Christmas, Scotty was working from home with administrative tasks as the restaurant was closed during large parts of the holiday. Kevin also had some more things to get done before he could call it Christmas holiday, but they were minor and he could do them from home.

 

“I’m having a Christmas hiatus,” Scotty says.

“But you just started,” Kevin says. “And I loved that mulled wine.”

“I know, you managed to get tipsy from it,” Scotty replies, giving Kevin’s calf a soft kick under the kitchen table.

 

“So we’re not doing any cool experiment that I can eat?” Kevin mopes.

“Sorry, honey,” Scotty says. “Maybe we can think of some other interesting experiment for you.”

 

Kevin giggles and pours himself some more coffee, sipping it carefully not to burn his tongue. He might need it for later.

 

“Do you have all gifts wrapped and ready?” Scotty asks, noticing how he clearly interrupted Kevin’s wandering minds.

“Huh?” Kevin asks, looking up at an amused Scotty. “Who?”

 

“The Christmas presents,”

“Oh right,” Kevin says, clearing his throat. “All done. Including yours.”

 

Scotty giggles at the mention of his own gift. Just a few years ago, all the Christmas gifts he got were either from his parents and usually consisting of money, or from a company he worked at for the moment, and consisting of anything they could print their logotype on.

 

“I have to go by the office and get some stuff, better do it today when Robert is still in Washington,” Kevin says, finishing his coffee and getting up to put his dishes in the dish washer.

“He’ll be back for Christmas, won’t he?”

“Yeah, of course,” Kevin says, hoping that is true. With the heavy snowing these last days, one can’t be too sure about your flight, and having your own private jet won’t help.

 

“I wouldn’t mind some snow here,” Scotty says as if he had read Kevin’s mind. “It would be cozy.”

“I’ll get you one of those snow globes. They have them with the Hollywood sign in them,” Kevin says, grabbing Scotty’s cheek to kiss him. “I’ll be back in a bit, love you.”


Walker Advent calendar: Flap #20

Rate: R
Disclaimer: Just borrowing.
Summary: A Christmas tale.
Spoilers: None.
Word count: 378

“Your mother seriously wanted Kitty to name her kid Alulah?” Scotty asks Kevin, threading his fingers with Kevin’s. Kevin crawls closer to Scotty, adjusting the duvet so their naked bodies are still covered.

 

“Yep,” Kevin says. “Just imagine how involved she will be when it’s time to name our kid, whenever that will be, and whether we want it or not.”

“Well, it’s better than if my mother were to name it. We’d end up with Inez or something,”

 

“Inez?”

“That’s the name my mother wanted to give me had I been a girl,” Scotty says quietly. Kevin turns his head to look at Scotty, his mouth half-open as he trembles to find the right words.

 

“Wow,” he finally says. “That’s…”

“I know,” Scotty cuts him off. “Ancient.” They both stay quiet for a minute or two, playing with each others hands entangling and detangling fingers.

 

“Maybe we have to name the kid after some comic book character, after your dad made this thing happen?” Kevin suggests.

“Great, so we’re stuck with Pink Panther or Lucky Luke?” Scotty says, giggling as he kisses Kevin’s cheek.

 

“That’s cute though, isn’t it?” Kevin replies, turning his head slightly so his lips can catch Scotty’s.

“I guess,” Scotty mumbles with Kevin’s lips on his.

 

“Or we have a big voting fest among the immediate friends and family, for democracy’s sake,” Kevin suggests, his hands leaving Scotty’s to explore other body parts.

 

“You’ve got an amazing belly,” Kevin says, stroking Scotty’s flat stomach with his hands, letting his fingers grace Scotty’s skin, soft and tingling. Kevin kisses Scotty’s neck, then his collar bone, then traveling down Scotty’s chest until he reaches the spot of Scotty’s belly where his hand rests.

 

“Really amazing,” Kevin repeats, kissing and gently biting the skin. Scotty shivers under the gentle touch, moving his hand to Kevin’s hair, grasping the curls so hard his knuckles whiten.

 

The further noises made that Sunday morning in the bed of Kevin and Scotty are merely grumbles and moans. Their 20th of December leaves five days until Christmas morning, the time of unraveling the presents that will accompany them all when starting their new year and their new decade. This however, is naturally not on the minds of either Kevin or Scotty.


Walker Advent calendar: Flap #19

Rate: PG-13
Disclaimer: Just borrowing.
Summary: A Christmas tale.
Spoilers: None.
Word count: 421


On the Saturday of the 19th of December, Kevin looks up from his papers just about the same time as his husband swirls by carrying a big box marked “Xmas”. However, it is not the big box that has attracted his attention, but the song now playing from the computer in the corner of the living room.

 

“What are we listening to?” Kevin asks, doubt in his voice.

“Christmas music, Mr I’m-so-boring-that-I-have-to-work-on-a-Saturday-before-Christmas,” Scotty replies.

“You know that it’s so I can be totally free from work during Christmas,” Kevin says, doing his best puppy eyes so Scotty will pity him.

 

The trap works, and Scotty pouts, putting out his lower lip in sympathy, kissing Kevin on the lips before returning to the box.

“So what are we listening to? It sounds like a children’s song,” Kevin asks again.

 

“Oh Tannenbaum,” Scotty informs. “It’s one of my mother’s favorite Christmas songs, it’s very happy childhood Christmas for me.”

“It’s in German,” Kevin states.

“Yes, about a tree,” Scotty fills in, not letting Kevin’s sarcasm get to him. “One that is green all year round.”

 

“Did you study German, because you know, that is kind of sexy,” Kevin says, leaning back on the couch to mark that he is taking a break from the work on the table before him.

 

“You know I almost flunked French,” Scotty says, sitting down on the arm rest of the couch, holding a small ceramic Santa in his hands. “And that’s about it,” he says as the last notes of the song fills the apartment.

 

“For a moment there I was imagining you to give out orders in German, with subtitles and everything,” Kevin says, playfully sliding his hand down Scotty’s thigh.

“Sometimes you scare me, Kevin Walker,” Scotty says, bends down and kisses Kevin once again, and then gets up to place the Santa he’s been holding.

 

He puts it on a shelf, takes a few steps back and examines the placing. He nods approvingly and returns to the box, picking up a red glass star with a thread running through one if its points.

 

“I’ll put this in the window in the bedroom,” he says and disappears. Kevin smiles and leans forward to his papers again. Somehow it seems less alluring to go through the communication strategies of 2010 than to Christmas decorate the apartment with your husband. Kevin thinks no further, but quickly gathers the papers into one sloppy pile, putting it in a file before following Scotty into the bedroom.


Walker Advent calendar: Flap #18

Rate: PG
Disclaimer: Just borrowing.
Summary: A Christmas tale.
Spoilers: None.
Word count: 519


Scotty took a deep breath, considering a shot of scotch. He stares at the telephone receiver in his hand and knows that he needs to do this. He dials and waits while the tones beep in his ear.

 

“Hello,” says the voice on the other end.

“Hi mom,” Scotty replies, doing his best to sound cheerful.

 

“Scott,” she says, and Scotty almost thinks she sounds happy to hear from him. After all, he hasn’t spoken to either of his parents since his dad visited and told him about their separation. “How are you?”

 

“I’m quite good,” Scotty truthfully says. “I just recovered from the flu.”

“Glad you’re feeling better,” Bertha says, her voice showing no emotions what so ever.

 

“I thought I’d call and say Merry Christmas,” Scotty continues, trying to push the conversation forward.

“Yes, Merry Christmas to you too.”

 

Scotty closes his eyes and takes another deep breath. This is in no way delightful, but he needs to tell his mother about what is going on, no matter if she’s asking to hear it or not. Not every mother can be as pushy and privacy-invading as Nora.

 

“I don’t know if you’ve spoken with dad. He came to visit us a couple of weeks ago.”

“Yes, he told me that,” Bertha says, and Scotty knows right away that his mother knows that Wally had taken Moira there.

 

“Did he tell you that Kevin and I are starting a family?” Scotty asks, his voice just as fragile as every time he had to read in front of his class in Elementary school. “We’re having a baby,” he adds.

 

His mother doesn’t reply at all, and Scotty isn’t sure if to interpret it was disapproval or if she just doesn’t know what to say. Even if she was trying to be accepting, she’s not a woman of many words, and she wouldn’t know how to handle this situation.

 

“A friend of ours is going to carry it, uh, be our surrogate,” Scotty explains, having no clue about if his mother wants to hear this or not. At least she will have all the info. “She’s not yet pregnant, because it all takes a lot of time, but hopefully it’ll be soon. Next year,”

 

“Oh,” Bertha says quietly. Scotty chooses to interpret this as a sign of approval, so he continues.

“When the baby is born, maybe you would like to come and visit us.” He throws out the question, ready to get shocked or shut down. There is a long awkward silence before Bertha speaks again

 

“I’d love that, Scotty.” For a second it’s Scotty that doesn’t know what to say, so for the remains of the conversation, it’s him that stumbles over his words, wishing his mother a merry Christmas once again, and say hello to grandma and grandpa. Suddenly the conversation is over and Scotty again stares at the telephone receiver in his hand.

 

Of all the possible outcomes of that talk, this was not the one he had expected. He dials again and waits for someone to pick up.

“Sweetie, I just spoke with my mother…”


Walker Advent calendar: Flap #17

Rate: R
Disclaimer: Just borrowing.
Summary: A Christmas tale.
Spoilers: None.
Word count: 421

Scotty purred upon thinking about the morning of December 17th. He had woken up with his arms around Kevin, safely spooning up behind him. Kevin had awaken just a minute after him, moaning loudly as his alarm told him it was time to get to work.

 

Scotty hadn’t released Kevin from his tight grip, and Kevin hadn’t put up with much of a fight. He had if possible tried to crawl closer to Scotty, moving his head to allow Scotty more room to kiss the juncture of his neck.

 

Scotty had whispered to Kevin that he was planning on keeping him there until he himself was ready to get up for the day, and Kevin had countered with saying that then it was up to Scotty to explain to Robert why his head of communications was running late.

 

“It’s not like he doesn’t know why you have the highest amount of late mornings of the entire office,” Scotty had replied, and Kevin had giggled slightly, knowing it was true.

“It’s because I have the hottest husband,” Kevin had then replied.

 

Scotty takes a sip from his herbal tea with honey, and notices that it does wonders for his sore throat. His mind slowly wanders back to this mornings’ spooning, however.

 

Scotty had wrapped his upper leg around Kevin’s, slightly covering his body with his own. Their naked bodies were pressed together under the blankets, and Kevin could do nothing but lay there and accept, and enjoy, the treatment.

 

Scotty spun Kevin around a bit to get him on his back, pinning him down against the mattress, covering his lips with his own. His sore was finally good enough to share properly with someone, and Scotty had no intentions of wasting any time.

 

He let his tongue gently massage Kevin’s, touching between their lips as hands moved over their bodies. Kevin had his hands on his back, fingers pressed against his shoulders to make sure he wasn’t going anywhere.

 

Scotty slides one hand along Kevin’s arm, moving up to his neck. His fingers gently brush against Kevin’s cheekbone, the touch intensifying their kiss. Scotty gently bites Kevin’s lower lip, grasping it softly between his own lips, tenderly sucking on it before letting it go.

 

Scotty suddenly wakes up from his daydream. The tea in the mug between his hands is lukewarm and quite some time has passed when he was busy thinking of other things. He bites his lower lip and smiles. This December the 17th might have been the best ever.


Walker Advent calendar: Flap #16

Rate: R
Disclaimer: Just borrowing.
Summary: A Christmas tale.
Spoilers: None.
Word count: 489


For the first day for a week, Scotty feels quite well when he wakes up. His throat is better, his fever has been gone for over a day and his body has had time to rest since fighting the sickness.

 

Granted he woke up at 11 am, but he still feels like this can count as his first healthy day since Flu-09. He is seriously considering making buttons, catching the flu every year. He has yoghurt and Nora’s home-made get-better-soup for breakfast, reading the newspaper and listening to the radio as the day goes by.

 

After doing the dishes after his ultra long breakfast, he decides to take a shower, to get rid of the outer signs of his illness. At three when Kevin comes home to surprise him he is still in the shower.

 

Kevin easily spots the traces of Scotty in the apartment. The dishes in the kitchen, newly-washed and now air-drying on a towel. The newspaper neatly piled with the others in the paper compost. His clothes sorted in the laundry stack, and finally the sound of the running water and Scotty’s stirring in the shower.

 

Kevin smiles when he realizes that Scotty must be feeling much better, so he quickly makes the bed, takes of his jacket and lays down on it so he is the first thing Scotty sees when he emerges from the bathroom.

 

Kevin hears the water stop running, but it takes another while before the door opens. Scotty is dry, but wearing a towel around his waist, newly-shaved and smelling heavenly of shampoo.

 

“Hi there,” Scotty says upon seeing Kevin on the bed. “Did I just shower for three hours or are you home early?” He asks, walking up to Kevin to greet him with a kiss.

 

“The latter,” Kevin answers, “I think the gods wanted to give me the present that is watching you come out of the shower.”

“Sweet talking, Romeo,” Scotty says, removing his towel and taking out a pair of underwear to put on.

 

“Aren’t we getting ahead of ourselves,” Kevin asks from the bed, sitting up on the edge. “I don’t think we’re at underwear yet,” he says and motions with his index finger for Scotty to approach.

 

“These have been some difficult days for you, sweetie,” Kevin says in a low husky voice. “I might have to help you get back into gear,” he continues, sliding his hands from the back of Scotty’s thighs and up to his ass. He kisses Scotty’s belly just above the navel before moving up his hands to Scotty’s back, pulling Scotty with him as they land together on the bed.

 

“I’ve missed you,” Kevin says, trailing kisses from Scotty’s neck and down his chest. Scotty replies with a muffled noise, quickly finding his way back to the pace he and Kevin know so well together. “Right there,” he whispers, and all thought about lingering flues are gone.


Walker Advent calendar: Flap #15

Rate: R for one tiny word.
Disclaimer: Just borrowing.
Summary: A Christmas tale.
Spoilers: None.
Word count: 545


“Kevin, you have to help me,” Sarah cries in her cell phone. “It’s not a question, it’s an order from your big sister. Remember who bought you your first condoms!”

“You didn’t buy me my first condoms, I bought your first,” Kevin argues back. “I did all my Christmas shopping either online in November or in August to avoid being in stores during mid-December. No!”

 

“You are so not getting a good present,” Sarah says. “Okay, so don’t do it for me, do it for your dear siblings and your dear husband, who, by the way is impossible to shop for.”

 

There is a short silence before Kevin moans loudly.

“Ok. I’m off work in an hour, see you then,” he says, barely letting Sarah praise him with kissing noises before hanging up.

 

Three hours later Kevin swallows a groan when Sarah – again – dismisses his suggestion for a present.

“I can’t give your husband an electric pepper mill. It looks like a dildo,”

“But he once said he wanted one…” Kevin interjects quietly.

 

“Just get him a gift certificate and we’re done,” Kevin argues. “He loves shopping.”

“But it’s so cheap, like I don’t even know him.”

“Apparently you don’t,” Kevin says. “And you don’t even trust my judgment, and I know him pretty well.”

 

“Maybe I should give him a week away from you,” Sarah says, picking up a box with miniature cake tools. She raises one eyebrow, looking at the box, then puts it back down with a load sigh.

 

“Can I give him a hug for Christmas? It would come from the heart,” Sarah says, turning to Kevin.

“Not acceptable unless you’re under 7,” Kevin says. “How about a CD?”

“In times of Spotify and iTunes? How old do you think I am?” Sarah asks, moving closer to the exit of the big store.

 

“Okay, okay,” Kevin pulls her towards him, flipping her around with a hand on her shoulder. “Let’s not leave a place where my misery can be ended,” he says, holding on to both her shoulders to speak directly to her.

 

“Let’s go get him a fancy shampoo, he loves that,” Kevin says, well-aware that it’s a lie, but also knowing Scotty doesn’t care all that much. “And a chocolate bar. A care pack.”

 

“He’s not a 17 year old lovesick girl,” Sarah complains and Kevin lets go of her shoulders.

“You know what, I have no idea then. Give him a hug, whatever,” Kevin says and turns around, preparing to leave the store.

 

“Where are you going,” Sarah calls, following him towards the exit.

“Home,” Kevin quips shortly. “To my sick husband who needs my tender love and care.”

 

“But…” Sarah complains, but she realizes before she can finish the sentence that no argument can win over that. She sees Kevin disappear outside the store, heading in direction of the parking lot his car is at. Sarah sighs heavily and exits the store as well, continuing to walk in the other direction, to look in more stores. The amount of people is smothering her, but she has to get this done. And now, on top of everything, Kevin needs an extra gift for having such a whiny sister. She passes  store and suddenly she gets an idea.


Walker Advent calendar: Flap #14

Rate: G
Disclaimer: Just borrowing.
Summary: A Christmas tale.
Spoilers: None.
Word count: 527

Scotty woke up when Kevin’s alarm went off that Monday morning. Unlike the past mornings he didn’t wake up feeling like he was going to pass out and after having swallowed an aspirin and taken his temperature he could determine that he didn’t have a fever anymore.

 

His head was still aching and he felt exhausted like never before, but at least he had started to cure. He moved closer to Kevin and stoked his arm, figuring that even if he won’t be able to sleep, he can be close to his husband’s warm body for another hour, until he has to go up and go to work.

 

*****

 

Kitty came with during Nora’s daily visit and for the first time he could actually sit down on the couch and speak with them for a while. He had wanted to make them coffee, but Nora had practically picked him up and carried him away from the kitchen, so he figured that sitting in the living room and chatting with Kitty would be best for recovery.

 

“Is it a flu or the flu? Kitty asks while Nora is rummaging around the kitchen.

“I guess it’s a flu, because Kevin hasn’t gotten ill yet, and nor has Nora,” Scotty says. “Sorry, I have to blow my nose. Again,” Scotty quickly disappears into the bathroom, and when Nora returns to the living room she finds Kitty alone in it.

 

“Where’s Scotty?” She asks, placing a tray on the small coffee table before sitting down on the edge of the couch.

“Bathroom,” Kitty replies, leaning in to eye the selection on the tray.

 

Scotty returns and sits down next to Nora, doing what Kitty does and looking at the cake in a small wicker basket.

“These are traditional holiday bun with saffron,” Nora says, picking up the basket to offer one to Scotty. “With raisins,” she adds, moving the basket to Kitty once Scotty has picked one up.

 

“Raisins are good for your immune system,” she says to Scotty.

“So is saffron,” Scotty adds. “Loads of vitamin C.”

Kitty shoots her mother a look, saying something like ‘Did you really think you could teach a chef something about food?’

 

Nora pretends not to see Kitty’s look, but instead distributes coffee and tea.

“I made herbal tea with honey for you, Scotty,” Nora places a big mug in front of him, putting a spoon in and waving around a couple of times.

 

“Coffee for me,” she puts a cup in front of her. “Tea?” She asks Kitty, who nods in reply, chewing her bun.

“These are good,” she says.

“Yeah, they’re really good,” Scotty agrees. “Can I have the recipe?”

“Oh of course,” Nora sings like a bird. “I think I may have it in my purse, let me go have a look,” and with that she is back in the kitchen.

 

Scotty and Kitty exchange a look with each other over Nora’s characteristic but slightly annoying behavior. Kitty leans in and whispers:

“Her visits hasn’t exactly been helping you get better, have they?”, making Scotty laugh. “At least you’ve gotten her off my case for a while, which is much appreciated.”


Walker Advent calendar: Flap #13

Rate: R
Disclaimer: Just borrowing.
Summary: A Christmas tale.
Spoilers: None.
Word count: 378


Scotty was lounging on the sofa when Kevin woke up, mindlessly flipping through the channels, trying to find anything worth watching.

 

“Why are you already up?” Kevin asks, sitting down next to Scotty.

“I woke up at four, been up since then,” Scotty says, his voice all gruffly. “I need to blow my nose like every fifteen seconds, I can’t sleep,” he says, reaching for a tissue as if to illustrate his statement.

 

“Aw, poor thing,” Kevin says, rubbing Scotty’s thigh. “Is there anything I can do?”

“You can get me more tissues, we’re almost out,” Scotty says tiredly and leans back on the couch.

 

“I’m making coffee, do you want some tea?” Scotty nods slightly and Kevin kisses his temple before going to the kitchen.

 

*****

 

Scotty manages to eat half a bowl of yoghurt for lunch before feeling nauseous, and Kevin feels guilty for munching on the food his mother has brought over for Scotty to eat when sick.

 

“It’s not like I can eat anything crunchy with this throat anyway,” Scotty says, sliding his foot up Kevin’s calf.

“That’s pure evil, you know,” Kevin says, motioning with his fork in direction of his leg. Scotty looks questioning at him and Kevin continues: “You know, giving me the preview when I can’t see the whole movie.”

 

“Oh,” Scotty says, looking a bit too satisfied with Kevin’s complaint. “That.”

“Yeah, that,” Kevin says grumpily. Scotty slides his foot even higher, his toes stroking along Kevin’s calf, knee and up his thigh, placing his foot on Kevin’s lap, softly moving it back and forth.

 

“Scotty…” Kevin says, suddenly dropping his fork, making it land with a loud shriek on his plate.

“Shh…” Scotty says, continuing his little massage, feeling Kevin getting hard under his foot.

 

Kevin jerks his head backwards, separating his legs slightly to allow Scotty more space.

“This is so weird,” Kevin whispers, closing his eyes and letting his half-eaten lunch become history. Soon he feels Scotty’s foot replaces with his hand, moving up over his thigh.

 

The Christmas lunch of December the 13th didn’t quite end the way it was intended, but the inhabitants of the Walker-Wandell household didn’t quite mind this turn of events as the third Sunday of advent came to an end.


Walker Advent calendar: Flap #12

I'm sorry there has been a short interruption in the posting here, but I've been knocked out due to that porky flu that I'm sure you've heard about. If anyone is interested I can report that my wound from wearing too small shoes is much more painful and I do not regret not getting vaccinated. Hopefully I'll be well enough to post every day up until Christmas now. Happy Lucia day everyone!

Rate
: PG-13
Disclaimer: Just borrowing.
Summary: A Christmas tale.
Spoilers: None.
Word count: 357

“What a Saturday,” Scotty moans, happy to wake up without feeling dizzy for the first time in many days.  Both he and Kevin has been trying to get up for quite a while, Kevin’s hung-over, Scotty’s cough and their joint snuggling making it very slow.

 

“You’re so going to catch this,” Scotty says when their kiss ends, tasting Kevin in his own mouth.

“Don’t care. I probably will anyway,” Kevin says. “I plan on being sick and needy when you’re up and about again,” he says and kisses Scotty one more time.

 

“Sarah’s still on the couch, we should go up and get her breakfast,” Scotty suggests, pulling away from Kevin to pull on some clothes.

“So now she’s even interrupting telepathically? She’s so annoying,” Kevin says, giving Scotty a quick wink before getting up and pulling on his own pants.

 

When he enters the kitchen Sarah is already by the table drinking coffee.

“I just made it, it’s strong,” she says and takes a big sip.

“Great,” Kevin says, pouring himself a mug.

 

“I can make some pancakes,” Scotty says, eyeing the contents of the refrigerator.

“Not a chance,” Kevin says, closing the door in front of Scotty. “Sarah and I will make you breakfast. You’re still sick. No exhausting activities.”

 

“But–“

“No,” Kevin cuts him off. “None,”

“Your walls aren’t sound-proof, I think you’re both exhausted already,” Sarah says dryly, continuing to sip her coffee.

 

“Okay then,” Kevin says, smacking the back of Sarah’s head as he walks over to the stove. “Here’s a pan, you do the rest,” he puts the pan right in front of Sarah with a smirk and then sits down in front of his coffee mug.

 

Scotty makes himself some tea and sits down next to Kevin, this time taking a more active spot in their bickering, when he notices how anxious he can make Sarah by simply asking her questions about her pancake making methods. Sarah nearly drops her whip and Kevin high-fives Scotty.

 

“You guys are too straight sometimes,” Sarah says, pointing the whip at them. “I guess you need to make up for this morning.”

 


Walker Advent calendar: Flap #11

Rate: G
Disclaimer: Just borrowing.
Summary: A Christmas tale.
Spoilers: None.
Word count: 408

Sarah whistled as she went shopping on this particular Friday evening. She didn’t know if it was because of the jolly Christmas feeling, or because she hit her head on the refrigerator door earlier that morning.

 

The supermarket is filled with families shopping for pre-holiday dinners and random weekend coziness and as much as Sarah despises their jolliness, nothing will kill hers. A Friday night with a large amount of wine, spent with a brother and his husband is just what she needs to prepare for Paige and Cooper’s arrival on Sunday.

 

Kevin had called to arrange their dinner earlier, now that Scotty was feeling a bit better – he had, however, vowed not to even touch their wine – and Sarah had stupidly offered to cook for them in Kevin and Scotty’s kitchen.

 

She should have remembered every single time she has cooked for Scotty and how incredibly nervous she is that he will frown. She might not be the poster girl for a housewife, but she takes pride in being a good chef, a sign of refusal to lose rather than anything else.

 

She takes two cans of coconut milk and puts in her already over-filled cart. Kevin will not be allowed room to call her cheap. Again. She feels her cell phone move in her pocket and picks it up.

 

Bring chocolate ice cream, Scotty needs. Love Kevin

 

Sarah picks up to pints of Ben & Jerry’s on her way to the extremely long queues, leaning on her cart as she slowly moves forward towards a lovely calm family evening.

 

*****

 

Scotty was cuddled down on the couch, very tired, but very appreciative of some company after all his lonely boring hours of restlessly waiting for the fever to subside.

 

Kevin and Sarah were bickering with each other, never far away from a new glass of wine. He smiles at them and figures it isn’t all that strange that Kevin became a lawyer. Growing up with this company must have turned him into a sharp talker quite quickly.

 

Kevin fetches another bottle of wine from the kitchen and sits down by Scotty’s feet on the couch. Scotty stretches out his legs on Kevin’s lap and pulls the blanket closer around him. He closes his eyes for just a little while and Kevin rubs his feet. He hears Sarah and Kevin’s bickering continue, and they probably don’t even notice when Scotty fades away into peaceful sleep.


Walker Advent calendar: Flap #10

Rate: G
Disclaimer: Just borrowing.
Summary: A Christmas tale.
Spoilers: None.
Word count: 424


“Are you feeling better?” Kevin asks Scotty when he starts to wake up. Scotty shakes his head and turns his head to look at the time. He figures that he’s been asleep for at least two hours and that Kevin just came home and went straight to bed.

 

“Want me to get you something or do something before I go to sleep? Do you want to talk?”

“No, I’m good,” Scotty says, his voice scratchy and his throat so aching he has to place a hand on it and rub it for a bit.

 

Kevin quickly looks away and sneezes, making the whole bed jerk from the motion.

“Sorry,” he says. “Maybe I’m coming down with something.”

“I hope you don’t get this, it’s awful. But the pills your mom got me earlier are better than the ones I used before. With these I can actually be up a couple of hours here and there,” Scotty explains.

 

“That’s great,” Kevin says, laying down and snuggling close to Scotty. “Has she been bother you? Should I call her and make a case?” Scotty laughs at Kevin’s offer, which sets off his coughing.

 

“No, she’s been wonderful,” Scotty says when he regains his voice.

“I’m sorry I’ve had to work long days,” Kevin says. “But I’m trying to get ahead of things so I can actually take some days off around Christmas.”

 

“I know,” Scotty says weakly, and Kevin kisses him. Only briefly, knowing Scotty might start to cough again at any second.

 

“You want me to stay until you’ve fallen asleep?” Scotty asks. “I need to go up for a few hours later.”

“Please,” Kevin says, turning around and moving backwards until his back is pressed again Scotty’s front.

 

Scotty wraps his arms around Kevin and waits for him to fall asleep, enjoying feeling Kevin relax in his embrace before slumbering in with deep breaths. Scotty kisses his bare shoulder before as quietly as he can climbing out of bed. Kevin moans the loss but he doesn’t wake up.

 

Scotty leaves the bedroom with a last look at Kevin on the bed. He is really thankful for Kevin’s care during the few hours they meet and for the many, many… many… text messages Kevin send during the day when he is off at work.

 

Scotty goes to the kitchen and pours himself some yoghurt and takes one of Nora’s homemade cookies and parks himself in front of the computers. He will definitely have to look up one more Christmas present for his mother-in-law after this.


Walker Advent calendar: Flap #9

Rate: G
Disclaimer: Just borrowing.
Summary: A Christmas tale.
Spoilers: None.
Word count: 448

Nora took out the cookies from the oven, deftly moving them to a bar for them to cool on. She takes out the homemade strawberry crème from the fridge and puts it in her basket, next to the big box filled with pasta and spinach sauce. She rearranges to fit in the tin of soup and when she’s fit everything in, she puts the cookies in a can and places it on top.

 

“I brought you a little care package,” she says and shows the basket to Scotty. “I hope I didn’t wake you up.”

“No, it’s okay, I was up,” Scotty says, his voice leaving no doubt about whether he is sick or not.

 

“I didn’t know if you needed anything from the pharmacy, if you do I’ll run out and get it,” Nora says, picking up a very high-tech thermometer from the pocket of her jacket, and placing it in Scotty’s ear for only a second.

 

“101,” she says, looking at the display. “That’s pretty high, you should go back to bed.” Scotty giggles to Nora’s over-caring comment, but is happily tucked into bed by her with the soup, just heated up so it’s lukewarm, on his lap.

 

Nora makes him a big cup of tea with a spoon of honey in it. Scotty finished half the tin of soup before feeling so nauseous he needs to lay down again. He hears Nora rummage through the apartment and he’s afraid that she is cleaning it. He has no energy to either stop or help her, so he just lets her do whatever she wants.

 

He wakes up when she appears in the doorway, but has no idea how long it has been.

“I but the rest of the food in the kitchen for you, and I left a warning note for Kevin so he doesn’t eat the cookies I baked for you,” she says when walking over to him and sitting down on the edge of the bed.

 

For a second he imagines if his mother would ever do this, bake and take care and sit on the bed he shares with Kevin. The thought disappears when Nora strokes his forehead.

 

“You shouldn’t have, Nora,” he says, his voice so weak it almost breaks. She doesn’t reply to him, merely leans down and kisses his forehead, stroking his hair and smiling.

 

“I’ll stop by tomorrow to see how you’re doing, okay?” He nods in reply, too appreciative and feeling too sorry for himself to tell her not to.

 

“I love you, honey,” she says before getting up.

“I love you too, Nora,” he says, earning a smile in reply before she turns around and leaves.


Walker Advent calendar: Flap #8

Rate: G
Disclaimer: Just borrowing.
Summary: A Christmas tale.
Spoilers: None.
Word count: 570

When the alarm clock rings on the morning of December 8th in the Walker-Wandell household, Kevin moans in disappointment as usual, and Scotty nearly screams because the noise makes his head ring.

 

“Ugh, that is awful,” he complains, pulling the duvet and the extra blankets – yes, plural! – closer around him. “I’ve been cold all night, waking up in shivers,” he whines.

 

“Aw, honey,” Kevin says, rolling around to kiss his husband good morning. Upon seeing Scotty’s shiny eyes and his rosy cheeks, he realizes that Scotty isn’t just cold from the bad weather they’ve been having.

 

“Do you have a fever?” he asks, putting his hand on Scotty’s forehead. “You do! I’ll get you an aspirin.”

“What?” Scotty barely has time to registers what happens before Kevin has fetched him a small white pill and a glass of water, tucked him in with another blanket, called San Estephé to let them know he isn’t coming and promised to make sure he gets all the ice cream he can eat before the day is over.

 

Kevin softly kisses Scotty’s lips before leaving for work, and Scotty’s only memory is the hint of coffee taste that lingers. He is already asleep when Kevin closes the door behind him, and he doesn’t wake up until a few hours later when the aspirin starts wearing off.

 

Scotty makes a half-hearted attempt to get out of bed, and had it not been for his strong will to reduce his fever with another aspirin, he would never have made it. He has six new texts on his cell, two from Kevin. The other four are from random Walkers – Scotty won’t remember – who are all ready to get him what he needs.

 

He sends Kevin a message even though it hurts his thumb to type, and then carries all his duvets and blankets to the couch. He puts the while aspirin box on the coffee table, as well as a carton of orange juice, a big bottle of water, his cell phone and a pack of tissues.

 

“I hate phlegm,” he mutters and moves the trash can closer to the couch so he can dispose of them easily. He puts on Glitter and tucks himself in on the couch. The DVD has barely started when he is asleep again, and it’s there Kevin finds him when he arrives home from work.

 

Scotty looks up when the door opens.

“I got you Cookie dough,” Kevin says and wiggles the ice cream jar. Scotty extracts both hands towards it, like a child, and Kevin fetches him a spoon from the kitchen.

 

“Still a fever?” Kevin asks, even though it’s needless to ask.

“I’ve tlept the oole day,” Scotty snuffles.

“You want me to cook for you?” Scotty shakes his head and immediately notices his mistake and wrenches in pain.

 

“Just ice ceem,” he says and points at the jar with his spoon. “Come sit.” He pats the spot behind him on the couch and Kevin manages to squeeze himself down under Scotty’s mountain of pillows, respectfully placing Liza on top of his lap. Scotty rests his head on Kevin’s lap and the many pillows and continues to munch down his ice cream in silence.

 

Kevin sees the movie on the TV and guesses it’s been on all day, and as much as he would like to watch the news, a little glamour hasn’t hurt.


Walker Advent calendar: Flap #7

Rate: G
Disclaimer: Just borrowing.
Summary: A Christmas tale.
Spoilers: None.
Word count: 502

Robert knew right away that it had been a great weekend for Kevin. Not only was he over an hour late – always a good sign if you want him to be in a good mood – mornings in bed with Scotty seem to help that, but he was also whistling when he entered the office building. Robert had never before heard Kevin Walker whistle.

 

Kevin stayed to joke a bit with the receptionist, and probably finished off with a compliment, because when Kevin left her with a soft laugh, she was blushing. He then waved to someone Robert couldn’t see on the other side of the office, and proceeded into his own office.

 

“I need the briefing about Merrill’s proposition on school health care by ten,” Robert says when he passes Kevin’s office half an hour later.

“Already done, can be found in the printer,” Kevin replies. Robert never knew that sex could be a gateway to efficiency, but he enjoys it quite a lot from his usually grumpy communications director.

 

“How is it going with the wedding now?” Robert asks over lunch. “It’s back on?”

“Yes, quite so, apparently,” Kevin says. “I try not to keep track at all, I think I’m too old for all these cliffhangers our family treats.”

 

“You don’t say,” Robert mutters and puts his last little mozzarella ball in his mouth.

“I’m gonna work from home this afternoon unless you need me here,” Kevin says and stands up.

 

“It’s a free country,” Robert says, waving his fork. “Just have the problem-solution-proposal on my desk by tomorrow at noon, I’m meeting Borges at one.”

“I know,” Kevin says and raises his eyebrows, semi-insulted that Robert thinks he doesn’t remember. “I’m not that old.”

 

Kevin slowly drives home. He stops to buy Scotty flowers, a big bouquet of red roses. He’s quite sure the sales woman thought he was buying them for his mistress because she was staring at his wedding ring and looking strangely at him, as if she expected him to explain the whole thing.

 

He arranges the flowers in a big vase on the kitchen table and puts on some coffee. He still has some things to do before Scotty comes home from work, but it’s nothing that he can’t do wearing something more comfortable than a suit. Something Scotty finds more comfortable to rip off. He passes a mirror and ruffles his hair a bit, smiling at his reflection and starts whistling as he walks to the kitchen to get a cup of coffee.

 

He puts the coffee mug on the coffee table to let it cool for a bit, and takes out the other thing he bought at the florist’s. He takes it out of the small bag and looks around.

 

He smiles when he found the perfect spot. He takes some tape to place the mistletoe in the doorway to the kitchen.

“The way to a man’s heart is through his stomach, right?” he says to himself and returns to his coffee.

 


Walker Advent calendar: Flap #6

Rate: G
Disclaimer: Just borrowing.
Summary: A Christmas tale.
Spoilers: None.
Word count: 444

“I hate the rain!” Kevin complains when they leave the apartment. Scotty hurries in front of him to get to the car. Even though it’s just parked a few steps from the entrance to the apartment building where they live, they are both practically soaked when they enter the car.

 

“I quite like it,” Scotty says when Kevin turns the engine on. “When I’m inside.” They drive through the empty streets, watching how the city has practically died from the large amounts of rain they’ve been blessed with lately.

 

“I mean, so many countries get to have snow and jolliness now, and I’ve always missed that,” Kevin says. “Growing up in sunny California has been great, I don’t know what I’d do without the sun, but this is not what I signed up for. I barely know how to start my wiper blades.”

 

Scotty laughs at Kevin’s very dramatic monologue. Every time they have anything but sunshine for a day or two, his mood follows.

 

“Just be glad we don’t have snow,” Scotty says.

“Yet,” Kevin adds quickly.

“Well, it would wipe out this entire city. People here have no idea what to do with snow. What would you do if you came out to your car one morning and it was covered with ice and snow?”

 

Kevin looks at Scotty when they stop at a red light.

“Call in sick?” Kevin suggests. Scotty makes a beeping noise.

“Wrong!” he exclaims. “And just for the record, waking up your husband for help is not the correct answer either.”

 

Kevin mutters something and Scotty hopes to God that it really won’t start to snow. He read somewhere that it hadn’t snowed in Los Angeles since the 60’s, so he figures either probability says chances are slim for it to do so now, or they say it’s about time to.

 

Kevin pulls into the small parking lot and parks the car, turning of the wiper blades. It only takes seconds before the windshield is so wet they can’t see the brick wall in front of them anymore.

“I don’t want to go out, maybe we could go to a drive-through?”

 

“Not a chance, Kevin Walker,” Scotty says and quickly gets out, slamming the door shut behind him and hurrying to the entrance. Kevin arrives there closely after him and together they enter the restaurant. The are greeted by silent music and lit candles, and showed to a small table by a window.

 

“See, this is when the rain is beautiful,” Scotty says and points out. Kevin takes his hand over the table and leans in to give his husband a quick kiss before their Sunday dinner.


Walker Advent calendar: Flap #5

Rate: PG-13
Disclaimer: Just borrowing.
Summary: A Christmas tale.
Spoilers: None.
Word count: 434

How can anyone not love Saturday mornings? Scotty thought when waking up. Unlike most mornings, he didn’t have to hurry up to get to work, he could stay in bed for hours, just getting up to make some breakfast, and then go back again. With Kevin waking up just as slowly and peacefully next to him was a bonus.

 

Kevin moans and turns around, crawling a bit closer to Scotty. He buries his nose against Scotty’s collar bone and relaxes. Scotty believes he has gone back to sleep when he sleepily starts talking.

 

“How much wine did I have last night? I feel awful.” Scotty smiles and remembers the night at Nora’s. It had taken Kitty about five minutes to spill the wrongly sent text that was meant for Kevin, not Justin. Justin had blushed and tried to apologize over the table, Kitty and Sarah had been gloating and Nora had with, according to Scotty much too big, joy watched the scene unfold before her.

 

“You might have had a bit more than you should have. But you were fun in the car on the way home,” Scotty says. “You sang the entire soundtrack from ‘Annie get your gun’ to me.” Kevin groans and buries his nose deeper down into the mattress.

 

“Good thing we didn’t give Saul a ride after all,” Scotty adds, nearly breaking out into laughter. Kevin’s rendition with small dance moves from the passenger seat would not be erased from his mind in quite a while.

 

“I hate my family,” Kevin says against the mattress.

“They are actually very nice,” Scotty says, believing Kevin has forgotten the best part of the evening. “Sarah and Rebecca gave us some great advice on what to do with that massage oil.”

 

Kevin lifts his head, looking at Scotty with a painful facial expression.

“I told them too much, didn’t I?”

“Yep,” Scotty agrees. As much as he would prefer it if their sex life was theirs and only theirs, hearing Kevin battle with his sister about who knows the best tips in bed was quite amusing.

 

Kevin’s head falls back onto the pillow with a thud.

“I’m never getting out of bed,” he says, stubborn like a child.

“You don’t have to, it’s Saturday,” Scotty informs. “I, however, will take a shower now.” He swings his legs out of bed and sits up. On his way to the bedroom he looks over his shoulder and calls to Kevin.

 

“Enjoy your day alone in bed.” About five seconds later he hears footsteps after him, and arms encircle his waist just before entering the shower.

 


Walker Advent calendar: Flap #4

Rate: PG
Disclaimer: Just borrowing.
Summary: A Christmas tale.
Spoilers: None.
Word count: 370

“I’m just going to assume that Kevin and Scotty aren’t going to make it,” Kitty says when taking out plates to set the table for tonight’s family dinner. Nora looks up from her stew.

“Why wouldn’t they?”

 

“I just figured they were going to lock themselves in the apartment and do that nauseating lovey-dovey thing,” Kitty says, taking out two more plates. Sarah had told her about the gift she had sneaked into their loft, but she wasn’t sure she wanted to share with her mother. Besides, her mother seemed to have enough of that category of events herself these days. But Kitty will not admit she’s bitter.

 

“They’re coming, and Rebecca and Justin, and Saul and Sarah,” Nora counts on her fingers, eyeing the amount of salad she had prepared in a large bowl. “And you and Robert.”

 

“And you,” Kitty adds.

“Yes, and me.” Nora says quietly.

“Simon isn’t joining us, is he?” Kitty asks, measuring her mother with her eyes.

“No!” Nora yells, a bit too loud and a bit too quickly. “He’s busy.”

 

Kitty mumbles something and goes to set the table. She finds Justin in the living room and waves for him to come and help her.

“Are Kevin and Scotty coming?” He asks, sounding a bit twitchy.

 

“Yeah, mom says so,” Kitty replies, handing him plates to set.

“I just got a text…” He says quietly, indicating gossip. Kitty leans over the table to hear him better, opening her eyes slightly in anticipation.

 

“From Scotty,” Justin continues. “I’m quite sure it was meant for Kevin, not for me.” He holds up his cell phone to Kitty, and she almost loses her breath when she reads.

“Oh my god!”

 

“Oh my god what?” Nora asks, entering the dining room with cutlery.

“Nothing,” Justin and Kitty say with one mouth. Nora looks them up and down, one eye closing a bit.

“Okay,” she says slowly. She looks at them for another moment before leaving the room.

 

“X-mas massage?” Kitty quotes from the text.

“Yeah…” Justin says. “I’m not sure how to handle this.” He says and Kitty nods her head in agreement.

“Well,” she says. “At least we know Kevin will be in a good mood.”

 


Walker Advent calendar: Flap #3

Rate: PG-13
Disclaimer: Just borrowing.
Summary: A Christmas tale.
Spoilers: None.
Word count: 440

Kevin wakes up with the biggest grin, not even noticing that his arm is asleep. Scotty sleeps peacefully on it, his arms wrapped around Kevin’s neck, breathing on his chest.

 

Kevin looks at the time on the digital clock. Not even midnight yet. They both fell asleep after their love-making, after Kevin, quite embarrassed, had explained that it wasn’t he that earned a nice treatment after Sarah’s deed. Scotty had laughed and pulled him down on the bed to kiss him.

 

“This was quite an okay December third, wasn’t it?” Scotty asks, newly woken-up.

“You don’t say…” Kevin smiles, pulling Scotty up to kiss him.

 

“I need a snack before going to sleep for the night,” Scotty says, sitting up in bed, pulling the blanket with him and revealing Kevin’s chest. Scotty strokes it and smiles before getting up. He pulls on his underwear on his way out of the bedroom. He smiles at Kevin before walking out of his sight.

 

He takes out the bread from the cupboard and cuts himself a piece.

“I’ll have one too,” Kevin says, sliding his arms around Scotty’s waist, kissing his shoulder. Scotty cuts another one and Kevin reluctantly lets go to take out the cheese and the butter from the fridge.

 

“By the way, your mom asked us to dinner tomorrow night,” Scotty says. Kevin isn’t even surprised that his mom calls Scotty about such a matter, rather than himself. Scotty is way to nice to ask her to go away and Kevin would easily do so to spend another night along with Scotty.

 

“Something special?”

“No, she’s making pasta,” Scotty butters the pieces of bread and hands one to Kevin. “So no revelations,” Scotty grins. Kevin answers with an apologetic grin. Somehow it should feel more strange to have family gathering where you measure the amount of drama that will unfold based on what dish your mother cooks.

 

Scotty puts his sandwich in his mouth and takes the butter and the cheese to put back in the fridge. He looks at the clock over the door.

“Almost midnight. It’s December fourth in just a couple of minutes,” he determines.

 

“That’s correct,” Kevin says, glancing at the clock. “I think that’s our cue to go back to bed. I want to start the new day close to you,” he lowers his voice for the last part of the sentence, then takes Scotty’s hand to lead him back to the bedroom.

 

When the clock makes a little noise to let it be known that a new day has come, the two of them are already sound asleep, bodies entangled with each other.


Walker Advent calendar: Flap #2

Rate: PG
Disclaimer: Just borrowing.
Summary: A Christmas tale.
Spoilers: None.
Word count: 461


Whatever chipper mood Scotty had been in when he woke up, it was definitely gone by lunch. With cold and flu season at the restaurant, and add to that a 2 week long vacation for one of the managers and a waitress on maternity-leave and you have Scotty wanting to blow out his brain all over the carrot soups.

 

Knowing that it was the night of Kevin’s budget meeting didn’t help, it would only mean that Scotty would try to wait up on the couch, only to wake up in the middle of the night with a sore neck, trying to snuggle up to Kevin in bed without him waking up.

 

It is not a recipe for romance. Scotty unlocks and opens the door to the loft, sighing heavily as he walks into the dark room. He turns on the light switch, and in the corner of his eye he sees something shiny.

 

He drops his bag quite violently against the floor, looking at the small note next to the shiny pack. ‘Merry December 2nd, x Kevin’. For a second Scotty admires the small wrapped present, then he tears it open, anxious to see what Kevin has left him.

 

The wrapping paper falls to the floor, revealing a piece of cinnamon flavored chocolate and a small bottle of orange/clove scented massage oil. Scotty grins at the X-mas themed gifts and puts them on the coffee table.

 

He picks up his cell from his pocket and sends Kevin a text, thanking him and with a not too subtle hint telling Kevin to clear his afternoon for tomorrow.

 

*****

 

Kevin feels his cell vibrate in his pocket, and sneaks it up to have a look. ‘Thanks for the gifts, will use tomorrow, tell Robert you’re busy.’ Kevin reads the message twice and wonders what gifts Scotty is referring too.

 

As much as he should focus on the meeting, something is poking his brain. He knows the answer to this, it just won’t show. He drops his pen very loudly on the floor when it actually does, and between clenched teeth he growls “Sarah”. Robert asks him if he’s okay, and he excuses himself from the room, waving his cell phone.

 

Sarah picks up after just two signals.

“What? You said you wanted to do something nice for Scotty, and if I have to hear you complain about your lack of sex life one more time, I’ll kill myself. Knock yourself out, baby brother,” and with that Sarah’s gone.

 

Kevin tries to focus during the rest of the meeting, but he is incredibly curious to what kind of gift he gave his husband, and how it will be used. Somehow the anticipation doesn’t make figures about competence development in the tourism sector more interesting.


Walker Advent calendar: Flap #1

My plan is to post one little story on each day until Christmas, following mainly Kevin and Scotty through December. I can't promise that I will post each day, but my ambition is there. :) Not sure when this will end though, because my X-mas, being Swedish, is Dec 24th. Oh well, we'll see where they boys take us.

Olego

Rate: PG
Disclaimer: Just borrowing.
Summary: A Christmas tale.
Spoilers: None.
Word count: 372

 

“Merry-24-days-until-Christmas,” Scotty cheerfully exclaims to Kevin, who is barely awake. Kevin moans softly as he tries to wake up enough to understand why Scotty has placed a big tray with breakfast on their bed.

 

Scotty watches Kevin’s sleep-swollen face as he blinks and tries to process what is going on, smiling wider and wider as Kevin lifts his head to inspect the treat.

 

“It’s… Monday?” Kevin asks sleepily.

“Tuesday, sweetie,” Scotty corrects. “You weren’t at work yesterday because you have a cold, remember?” It all comes rushing back to Kevin and suddenly he remembers spending his Monday on the couch, with Scotty pampering him with sweets and kisses, renting him videos and fetching him blankets.

 

“Mm,” Kevin agrees. “Maybe I should be sick today too.” Before he has managed to finish his sentence to get some sympathy, Scotty places a thermometer in his mouth. When it beeps he pulls it back out and replaces it with a quick kiss before looking at the display.

“No fever.”

 

Kevin groans over the fact that he needs to go into the office, if only for a few hours. He takes a sandwich from Scotty’s perfectly prepared tray and takes a bite.

“You’re the best husband ever.”

 

Scotty smiles and pours some coffee into a mug.

“I know,” he says. “And I plan on being very good every day until Christmas, to maximize my Christmas presents.”

 

“Did you hand a list to Santa?” Kevin dryly asks and takes a sip of coffee.

“I think Santa has modernized, and do it all telepathically,” Scotty replies equally dryly. Kevin mutters in reply and Scotty laughs. He didn’t use to be so sarcastic, but it’s very fun to see Kevin’s reactions when he is.

 

“But Santa, as well as our respective bosses will have to wait, because you and I are celebrating December first in bed,” Scotty turns slightly to look at the clock, “for at least another two hours.”

 

Kevin smiles and makes a quiet satisfied noise, putting his coffee mug on the bedside table. He crawls closer to Scotty and pulls him back down on the bed.

“Happy December first then,” he whispers, burying himself and his husband deep down between the sheets.


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