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Just Pure Magic

Christmas week arrived. The parties had subsided, the frantic energy in the air of the city now shut out in the cold. Now it was quiet time. At home in Notting Hill.

Traditions expected that they would kiss goodbye on Christmas Eve and regroup sometime before New Year. Stealing phone calls here and there while family life busied around them in their respective family homes. A profound sense of discomfort dawned on Dean a few days before December 25th.

“Babe. Can I ask you something?” Dean grabbed Jamie’s thigh. Another night intertwined under a blanket on the sofa, the log burner crackling in front of them.

“Of course. What’s up?” Jamie was reading again, cultivating another colourful universe in his head.

“I can’t do this.” Dean leant forward. Physically preparing himself for what he was about to ask.

“Uh, what the fuck does that mean?” Jamie snapped his book closed and turned to him.

“I can’t just have the last few months with you and say bye on December 24th and that be it. That’s fucking insane. I haven’t been in a relationship before that fell around this time of year or actually lasted long enough for it to be a question. Will you spend Christmas here with me? I’ll do it right. Tree. Dinner. Everything. Jamie I don’t want to be apart on a day that’s about important people. You are. You’re really fucking important.” He leant forward, giving literal weight to what he was asking.

Jamie sank into the sofa and laughed. He couldn’t help it. He looked over at Dean, looking down at his hands and blushing. He adored him. Every blush made his heart sing and his mouth curl into a smile.

“Why are you laughing at me? I know I’m boring but I love you. I’ll make sure you have a wonderful day. Would you spend…” Jamie didn’t allow him to finish. He pounced. Straddling him, pinning him and his spiralling to the sofa.

Grabbing his cheeks into a kiss. “Dean?”

“What?” Dean’s eyes darted over Jamie’s face, still with hurt. Always assuming the worst.

“Can you take a breath for me? Huh?” He kissed him again. “You need to take a breath. I’m not going anywhere you don’t want me to. Yes, I want to spend Christmas with you. I’d love nothing more. Getting to start our own little traditions? It sounds perfect.” Dean’s eyes relaxing and lips smiling. Finally.

“Oh wow. You sure? Thank you. I promise I’ll make it a great day for us.” Dean let his hands slip to Jamie’s behind. His eyebrows receding in relief. Neither had bothered with a top that day, the heat from the log burner was almost stifling. Jamie ran a finger through the valley of Dean’s chest. Taking in every ridge of hair. He began to let his hips sway.

“We’ll be alone for days. Days to spend doing this.” He pulled his hips hard back and forth, and a gasp escaped Big Boy. He gripped Jamie’s neat waist. “Days and days to eat, drink, dance, and uh….” He kissed Dean’s lip and held it in his teeth just long enough to sting. “Fuck.”

Jamie giggled as Dean slammed him to the sofa and pulled at his pyjamas. Sweat started beading over both of them. “Fuck me. Over and over. Just fuck me. I love you.” Jamie whispered into his ear as he gave into Dean’s weight on top of him.

Dean heard what he needed. Now it was time for action. Actions that would make this decision worth Jamie’s while. Dean channeled his excitement at a Christmas alone with Wild Boy into every thrust.

They finished in a roar of deep breaths. The heat made hugging an insanity, but they couldn’t care less. They basked in each other. Smiling with satisfaction. Satisfaction that they were about to embark on more memories together. No struggle, no negotiation, no compromise required. Same page.

Dean spoke first, when talking could be resumed. “You’re hot Arden. Fuck.” Dean nuzzled into his neck and got up. Gleaming. Naked.

“Me? You look fucking insane.” Jamie  considered him for moment. His pale skin, like stone. The hair that framed his chest and torso. It looked like clouds on Earth when an astronaut looks back at his home. That body was his home. Dean’s arms. The power to hold and control. His legs. Pushing. Carrying. Building. Engines of their life here. Jamie grinned, not quite believing this human being chose him.

“Arden. Stop grinning. Or you’ll have it again.” Dean stood proudly. “We need to get a fucking tree. Christ, can we turn this fire off?” He flung sweat at Jamie. Jamie gasped through giggles.

“If I get to look at you like this, no way are we turning the fire off. I’m in my own Christmas porno and I like it Big Boy.” He wiggled his eyebrows. Dean pounced and kissed him hard.

“Get up. We need get this place ready for our first Christmas.” He spoke with his forehead against Jamie’s.

“Say that again Big Boy.” Jamie wrapped his arms around Dean’s neck.

“What? Our first Christmas?” Dean ran his hand between Jamie’s legs.

“Again.” Jamie whispered.

“Our first Christmas.” Dean growled into his neck.

“Ah. Yeah.” Jamie gave in and let Dean play between his cheeks.

“You know I’m just a dumb big dick when you get me going. Want another round or do you want to get a tree and we get to part two under the Christmas lights later? I’m easy either way.” He pressed his finger deep. When Dean was in the mood his neat and tidy approach to almost all aspects of life was forgotten. Even his vocabulary and attitude changed. Jamie became a mess, a mess of wanting to do whatever Dean wanted of him when Naughty Boy made his appearance. 

“Baby. Don’t make me make difficult decisions when you’re in me. Fuck.” Jamie snapped his head back. “Get off, let’s do the tree.” It was a tough decision but they agreed.

Getting ready to head out Jamie laughed at him. He looked so adorable.

“What are you laughing at now?” Dean shoved his bobble hat on.

“Just you. You have no idea how fucking cute you are. You’re a fucking animal in bed and then look at you now. Bobble hat and ball.” Jamie squeezed the bobble. “I love you so much.”

“Oh yeah? Remember I’m good at loving hard too.” He pulled Jamie to him and smacked his behind.

“Don’t I know it Big Boy. Let’s get going.”

They arrived at the makeshift Christmas tree farm. As much as central London could emulate anyway. Jamie smiled at the scene. Fairy lights hung along the railings. A hot chocolate van’s generator burbled in the corner, a sweet cloud of cocoa wrapped its way around the little park. Pine needles snapped under feet and the fresh cedar cut through the icy cold.

“I love this. What a sight.” He drew his shoulders to his ears and sighed happily. Dean squeezed his shoulder.

“Ok team. I’ll take this side. You take that side. Focus. When you find a tree, shout. Go.” Dean clapped his hands like he was prepping his squad. Jamie saluted and walked away.

Jamie wandered through the pines while Dean crashed about in the distance. Running his hands over the branches and inhaling deeply. Then he stopped.

“Oh hello little one. Aren’t you just the sweetest little thing on earth?” Jamie crouched next to a portly, slightly odd looking tree. It stuck out against its handsome brothers.

“Jaim!” Dean came crashing through the trees like a bear. He tapped Jamie’s behind with his foot. “Are you talking to a fucking tree?”

“Oh Dean. I want him. Look at him.” Jamie came up and turned. His smile wide and proud. Like he’d made a new friend in the playground and wanted him over for afterschool time. He was even holding a branch like a hand.

“Are you serious? Bit wonky isn’t it?” Dean questioned.

“Don’t be nasty. I don’t want a picture perfect Christmas. We don’t need that. I want a real Christmas. I want a wonky tree, no plans, no pressure and mismatched decorations. We spend all year trying to be perfect. It’s Christmas. I don’t fucking care. Can we keep him?” Jamie managed to turn every opportunity into poetry. Dean couldn’t argue. No wonder he’s a marketing ace. Dean reminded himself.

“Well, isn’t that just the fucking cutest thing I’ve ever heard? Ok boss. He’s coming home with us. I assume I’m carrying him? Cashmere and Italian leather don’t mix with pine needles do they?” Dean pushed him playfully.

“Sorry muscles. This is your job. Oh can you pay too? I left my wallet at home, I’ll have a hot chocolate as well. Don’t scrimp on marshmallows or cream either. Go.” He clicked his fingers in the direction of the van.

“You’re sexy when you boss me around.” Dean grinned.

“I’m still waiting Archer.” He snapped teasingly.

“Ok. Ok. I’m gone.” Dean jogged away.

They got home, warmed with hot chocolate. Dean heaved the tree into the living room. Jamie had to admit, the sight of Big Boy heaving wood was fantastic to behold.

“Right. That’s me done. Over to you.” He smacked Jamie’s behind. He got to preparing dinner for them and stole glances at Jamie decorating. He laughed under his breath at him humming to Last Christmas by Wham. He couldn’t lie, the quiet was wonderful. The lights, shiny decorations, the attention to detail - Jamie was completely preoccupied.

“Babe, I’m done. Come see. I can’t put the lights on yet though. I want us to do that together.” Jamie stood back to admire his work. Just then, White Christmas whispered out of the radio. Dean bit his lip and turned it up subtly. Jamie was all about memories, even small ones. He’d help make them where he could. He walked up behind Wild Boy after dimming the lights in the room. Taking his waist in his hands, Dean made him sway.

“It’s beautiful. I’m ready when you are.” Dean rested his chin on Jamie’s shoulder. Jamie let him carry him in his gentle side to side.

“This is so special to me. Thank you for making it a big deal. Like I said all those months ago, you understand me. Are we ready? One, two”

“Three.” Dean wrapped his arm around Jamie’s as they plugged the lights in. The room was dappled with soft light in an instant. Jamie turned and kissed him. “Make a Christmas wish. I want to do this every year.” The kiss was delicate like the moment. “Did you make one?”

“Of course. Merry Christmas Trouble.” He turned Jamie back to his masterpiece. “I stand corrected. He came up good.”

“He did didn’t he? Even the ones that aren’t perfect, are a little bit odd, they can bring just as much magic and joy, if they’re given a chance.”

Dean knew exactly what he meant and squeezed him tighter to confirm he did absolutely understand. All of him. “Babe, it’s like our own Eiffel…”

“Tower on our terrace in Paris? I know. Isn’t it just pure magic?”

Christmas Day

“It’s Christmas!” Jamie jumped out of bed, shoved a Santa hat on his head and took a running leap at Dean.

“Shit! What time is it?” Dean grabbed Jamie to hold him still. He’d regressed to a child, kicking and screaming. “Babe, I love you but fuck me, calm down. Merry Christmas.” He went to kiss him but was met with Jamie’s behind as he bent under the bed. “Good ass.” Dean slapped it. It was there. May as well.

“Yeah yeah yeah. Whatever. Look. I got you a stocking. It’s not Christmas morning without a stocking Dean.” He presented the velvet red bag and laid it on Dean’s chest.

They’d agreed no extravagance this year. But Jamie caved with the stocking.

“Jamie, you’re the sweetest thing. Thank you. Go over in my side of the wardrobe. There might be something for you in there too.”  Dean knew better than to not treat today like he was with a child. A stocking was a must. Great minds.

Jamie was gone, rustling in the wardrobe. He didn’t return, instead dropping to the floor. “I’m so excited for this. Thank you so much. Join me on the floor. We’re acting like big kids all day today.” He tapped the floor eagerly.

“Alright, I’m coming.” Dean joined him, cross legged. “Ok, you go first. Open.”

“Don’t have to ask me twice!” Jamie opened his green velvet stocking and gasped. “My God Dean, look at this? Stockings are meant to be little inexpensive things. You’re too much.” Jamie held a hand to his face. Dean kissed his forearm.

“Merry Christmas baby. You’re worth every penny.”

Jamie turned every gift over in his hands in wonder. New cologne, Tom Ford belt, skin care, new underwear. Jamie smirked at the briefs, he knew they were the ones that Dean liked most on him.

“I feel bad. Mine doesn’t compete.” Jamie slumped back on his behind.

“Jamie, I’m grateful for everything. I don’t care about gifts, just spending the day with you is what I need and want.”

“Ok, well open them anyway.” Jamie smiled and clasped his hands together.

Dean looked through his gifts. Jamie had jammed the stocking full of all his favourite sweets, new rugby socks and workout gear. Dean was practical. Practical gifts were like treasure to him. “Thank you Trouble. Everything is perfect.”

“Thanks again babe, I love everything. You didn’t need to spend like this though, we agreed we wouldn’t.” Jamie got up to take a shower.

“You’re worth it!” Dean called out. He laughed as his thoughts went to something he had planned later. For Jamie’s eyes only.

Dinner

“Gabs I’ve had such a lovely morning. We did gifts on the bedroom floor, eaten chocolate for breakfast. We’ve basically been kids all morn….” Jamie was distracted immediately.

“Well it’s getting way too hot in here to cook so I thought I’d slip this on.” Dean walked into the kitchen and twirled.

Jamie put his hand to his mouth. “Uh Gabs, somethings come up. Let me text you later.” Jamie ended the call and gasped. “Dean, what the hell!”

“Like it? Thought I’d give you something to look at while I get my dinner going.” Dean grinned. Jamie gasped. Dean had donned an elf hat in green and red stripes and the skimpiest red velvet thong with a Santa hat for a pouch. Just about covering his modesty. Jamie howled with laughter. He stole a photo and sent it to his friends.

JAMIE: Merry Christmas all. Look what is making my Christmas dinner for me today? Look at those Christmas puddings! X

Jamie leapt off the sofa and wrapped himself around Dean. “You’re a naughty elf Archer. I like it. Oh you have to stay like that all afternoon. God you’re sexy.”

“See, I can be cheeky when I want to be.” Dean turned.

“Oh yes you fucking can. Fuck Dean. This is going to be torture for me.”

“Out of my way please.” Dean clicked to the sofa.

“Can I do anything Mr Claus?”

“There’s plenty for you to do later. But no, I love you but you’re useless in the kitchen. Good bye.”

“Ok, I’ll leave. Can I get you to just bend over once and I’ll leave.” Jamie asked delicately.

Dean did as he was told. Jamie ran his hand over his lips as Dean thighs and cheeks flexed in front of him.

“Wow. Just wow.”

LARS: Are you fucking kidding? I’m sat with my grandparents and you’re making porn you lucky bitch.

GABBY: Now I get it. ;)

TRIX: Oh hello Santa! Very good puddings indeed!

Jamie giggled at his friend’s feedback on Dean’s posterior.

Dean carved the bird, strained vegetables, delicately navigated various roasting dishes all while wearing his inspiring outfit, careful to keep parts of him out of harms way.

Jamie settled into a cloud of red wine and watched on, it was torture. Looking as this statue of a man slave away in nothing more than practically a Christmas napkin. He savoured every bend, every shake, every wobble of Dean’s muscles, cheeks and concealed manhood. A state of complete arousal.

“Ok, eat. I hope you enjoy.” Dean finally settled. Jamie couldn’t believe his eyes. Dean maintained his promise. He ate Christmas lunch with only a sliver of red velvet between him and his chair.

“Thank you naughty elf. This looks beautiful. Excuse me if I rush. I can’t keep staring at you like that.”

“Well enjoy it. I’ll be worth the wait.” Dean snapped Jamie the smile that only came immediately after or just before sex was on the menu.

“Don’t say that. I’ll push that turkey to floor and have you fuck me on the dish it’s sat on.” He laughed but he was absolutely deadly serious with every word.

They ate Dean’s spread but Jamie couldn’t wait to move on to his next course.

“I’m done. That was fantastic.” Jamie looked at him, still hungry. He got up walked to him. Pulling Dean’s chair out he sat in his lap and began to grind. Dean said nothing in return. The wait he’d put Jamie through was finally over. Dean was never more in the mood than after a good meal.

“Babe. You’re so hard already.” Jamie wrapped his arm around Dean’s neck. He wanted the tease a little longer. “Follow me.” Jamie got up and pulled Dean to his feet. “Take my clothes off Dean. Smell my neck. It’s the new one you bought me.” He pushed Dean’s head against him. Dean dragged his stubble over Jamie as he buried himself in the smell that he’d chosen. Deep. Spicy. Exotic. Jamie.

Jamie’s clothes were shed. Dean was firm. Buttons clattered against the floor. “Jamie can I make love to you on Christmas Day? In our home?” Hi whispered as he ran his lips of Jamie’s chest.

“Thought you’d never ask.” So that was one of their new traditions. Most households would congregate in the kitchen throughout this day. Preparing food and chatting away. They didn’t. They made new rules. Exploring the full advantage of being completely alone. The audacity to do what they wanted and where they wanted. To make love wherever and whenever they felt the need take over. 

Jamie pushed him to the island. He gasped as Dean’s cheeks tensed against the granite. Two pale orbs of muscle. Going taught at every touch. He held Dean’s festive mound in his mouth, soaking and nibbling.

“Get up here.” Dean whispered. Jamie spared no time. He came to lay  with his behind above Dean’s face and released his shaft. Fully hard and begging for Jamie to take control. Dean pushed his face between Jamie’s cheeks. His tongue playing the way Jamie loved. An arched back signalled Dean was doing it the right way. Jamie took him in his mouth fully. Hot, hard and sweet. Dean’s hand found its way to Jamie’s neck, anchoring him. The only time Dean would let Jamie struggle.

Teasing was over. Jamie returned to kiss him. They hadn’t spoken in minutes that felt like hours. They knew each other’s bodies better than they knew their own by now. Jamie leant back and Dean pushed in. It wasn’t frantic. It wasn’t hard. It was sweet and gentle that night.

They came to lie on the island. Jamie’s blonde quiff, damp from effort, now resting on Dean’s chest. “Thank you Dean.”

“For what?” He whispered and kissed Jamie’s hair.

“For the whole day. It was just beautiful. Just us. New memories. New traditions. New underwear.” He picked up the thong and flung it at the tree. It landed on a branch and they laughed. “That was the best part. No seriously. You made my day so wonderful. I don’t ever feel stupid for being me around you. I mean it when I say I’ve never been so happy, because you understand.”

“You’re welcome. I just knew I couldn’t do this day without you. Sorry, I’m a big baby like that. You said it though, I’m just all heart. I’m fine with that.” He ran a hand down Jamie’s back as they lay.

“You’re a teddy bear. You know what happens to teddies on Christmas night?”

“I’m sure you’re going to tell me.” Dean giggled.

“Well, they go to bed with the person they made very happy on Christmas morning. I’m that happy person. You’re my teddy bear. I don’t want anything else from today but to just go to bed with my teddy bear.”

“That sounds like a plan, Trouble.”