Smutty Advent - Day 2

This short Christmas story also features former lovers who are currently apart, just like Unto Us the Time Has Come. It's a fairly different story, though - their HEA comes about in an entirely different manner!

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The Perfect Gift

Harrison isn't feeling the Christmas Spirit, but his new lover claims to have the perfect gift for him. Harrison is sceptical, but he's willing to go along for the ride.

Will there be some Christmas Magic in his stocking this year?

Available at Changeling Press.

Excerpt:

Chapter One

Harrison glared at all the sparkly lights on the houses, all the decorations in the yards, all the snow everywhere. “Bah fucking humbug.”

He tried not to think about last year in the silly house that was goofy and a little shabby chic and utterly delightful and filled with love. He also tried not to think about the stupid, pointless argument that had lost him all of that.

“Harrison, lovely.” A slender arm wrapped around his waist, Rick giving him a side hug he could barely feel through layers of winter clothing. “It’s Christmas.”

He looked down at the gamin face, the bright emerald eyes, and tried to find a smile for his new lover, which was, of course, when he fell right over Ollie’s leash, landing in a pile of snow. He supposed it could have been worse -- he could have fallen the other way and landed on the pavement, or the snow could have been slush and soaked him through immediately. Still, not at all pleasant, the wind knocked out of him, the snow finding his collar and freezing his neck. His huge St. Bernard pushed right up over him, staring at him, so concerned.

“Harrison!” Rick fluttered, hovering and looking worried.

Ollie licked his face, drooling all over him. Great. Just great.

“I’m fine. Let’s just go home.” Why was he out walking the big lug again anyway?

Oh, right, because if he didn’t, Ollie would pee all over the damn house and fill the tiny back yard with shit. Literally. Asshole dog.

Said asshole dog licked him, slobber coating his face, and he rolled his eyes. “Okay. Okay, I’m getting up. Turkey.”

Rick helped brush the snow off his coat. “Let’s get you home for a nice cup of cocoa.”

“Thanks, Rick. Sorry. I’m just in a shitty mood, I guess.” A terrible mood if he was honest, and it wasn’t Rick’s fault. Or Ollie’s either.

“A mug of my magical cocoa will fix you right up. So will our meal at La Cuisine Rouge later this evening.” Rick put his hand around Harrison’s elbow and turned them back toward home.

“I’m sure it will. You make the best cocoa ever. I’m not sure what you do to it, but damn.”

“Magical fairy dust.” Rick batted his eyelashes.

“Please don’t be telling me you come in my cocoa.”

Rick laughed, the sound bright and tinkling. And so different from the laughter that had filled his life a year ago. God, he hated Christmas.

Still, he smiled, didn’t he? Rick deserved better than him mooning over what used to be. Harrison took Rick’s hand. “Come on, honey. Home  .”

Ollie heard the word home and zoomed, tugging him and Rick along. Goddamn horse of a dog. Harrison loved him dearly.

You'll have to read the book for Harrison's HEA!

Sean

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