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It’s time to put up the Christmas decorations in the Nelson-Spring house.

This was written as a birthday gift for my good friend Thrivy.

Nick was passing box after box of Christmas decorations down to Charlie from their storage place up in the loft. Boxes full of tinsel, baubles and tree decorations collected from Christmas markets and gifted to them from friends and family over their years together; things that represented not just the two of them, but also the people they cared about.

There were pride baubles of the MLM and Bi flags to represent the pair, joined by a range of decorations representing the Trans, Ace, lesbian flag and non-binary flags to show their love for Elle, Isaac, Tara and Darcy. These all sat alongside tiny baking utensils, mini books and little dogs representing Nick’s childhood pets Nellie and Henry.

The only thing they had more of than the tree decorations were their Christmas lights. Charlie had never been allowed Christmas lights growing up under Jane’s roof, so when Nick and Charlie moved in together, Nick vowed that they would have more lights than anyone else on their street and he didn’t disappoint. There were lights for the outside of the house, lights for the tree, even lights to put up inside the windows. Christmas was a big deal in the Nelson-Spring household.

Passing down one last box, Nick called down, “I think that’s the last of them.”

“Great,” Charlie replied, carrying the cardboard box into the lounge to join the rest of them that had piled up. Setting it down on top of another box, he opened the flaps on the top and started pulling out the first strings of lights from inside. No matter how carefully they put them away each year, somehow they still got tangled together in an unrecognisable mess by the time Christmas rolled around the following year.

Just as Charlie was starting to make some headway with releasing the twisted mess of wires, a big pair of hands wrapped around his waist and made him jump. The lights chose that exact moment to break free, sending the pair tumbling to the ground. Turning over so he was facing his husband, Charlie exclaimed, “Nick! You giant rugby idiot!”

Nick rolled them both over so he was on top of Charlie, causing him to giggle. “I know you love it,” Nick cooed as he leaned down to start kissing down Charlie’s neck.

“Nick,” Charlie said breathlessly as Nick licked and sucked at his soft skin. Encouraged by the excited sounds coming from his younger husband, he started grinding his hips against the tight material of Charlie’s jeans. His own growing erection tenting his tracksuit bottoms as he enjoyed the friction of the movement between them.

“Nick, we’ll never get the decorations up if you don’t stop,” Charlie whined, conflicted by the sensations of Nick rubbing against him and knowing they need to get the decorations sorted before they can actually use their lounge again.

“So,” was all Nick said as he switched to nipping at the other side of Charlie’s neck. Nick knew exactly what he was doing, he’d spent countless hours learning every inch of his man’s body. By this point he knew it better than his own. His hand reached up under Charlie’s jumper, caressing the smooth skin underneath as he continued to writhe against him.

Nick let his hand move lower to ghost over Charlie’s cock through the tight skinny jeans, eliciting a moan from the smaller man. Capturing his lips between his teeth, Nick gently bit them before running his tongue over the area, soothing the skin before slipping his tongue inside. The pair passionately made out as Nick straddled Charlie’s body, his hand rubbing the erection now straining to escape his love’s clothing.

Determined to not let Nick have all the fun, while he was distracted Charlie wrapped his legs around Nick’s and in one swift motion, used all his strength to flip them over so that Nick was now the one underneath him. It was now Charlie’s turn to take control, slipping his hand under the waistband of Nick’s tracksuit bottoms.

“No underwear?” Charlie asked as he looked down into Nick’s eyes, his hand gripped around the base of his husband’s rock hard boner.

“Easy access,” Nick whispered, trying to reach up and capture Charlie’s lips again, frustrated that they were just out of his reach.

“So bad,” Charlie teased as he stroked Nick’s length painfully slowly.

Nick couldn’t take the slow pace that Charlie was setting, he needed more. He flipped them again so that he was back on top, returning to dry humping his husband as he had been doing before. Loving the feeling of their bodies pressed against each other.

Charlie’s hands reached for the back of Nick’s tracksuit bottoms, pulling them down to squeeze the mounds of his peach fuzz-covered cheeks, making Nick moan. He loved when Charlie played with his bum, knowing it usually led to Nick being filled in the best way possible.

Charlie’s fingers dipped into the crevice between Nick’s delicious peach, searching for his hole. Just as things were heating up, the doorbell rang. The two men froze, “Maybe if we keep quiet they’ll go away,” Charlie whispered. 

But it was too late, as they heard the sound of the door opening.

“Shit,” the pair whispered in unison, trying to stand up but they couldn’t.

“The bloody Christmas lights,” Nick whined. They had become tangled around the pair as they’d been rolling about on the carpet. They were stuck together and didn’t have time to break free before the door to the lounge was opening.

“Hi boys, I hope it’s okay that I let myself in,” Sarah called as she opened the door to the lounge.

“Oh my!” she exclaimed, quickly looking away, “I’ll just – kitchen –,” she stammered before hurriedly closing the door.

Nick and Charlie looked at each other and after a moment’s pause, burst out laughing. The pair struggled to untangle themselves from the chaos of wires and glass bulbs, the shimmying from Charlie against his body as he tried to release them, not helping Nick’s erection to go down.

Once they were finally free and presentable again, Charlie whispered into Nick’s ear, “We’ll pick this up later,” before spanking one of his cheeks as he skipped off with a smirk to join Sarah in the kitchen. Nick’s blush bloomed across his face and it took him another few minutes for him to calm down enough to go join his family.