reformingfury | Christmas is for lovers

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Christmas is for lovers

If Dave was nervous and fidgety before his first date with Maxxie, he's pretty sure he's ready to pass out right the fuck here. Which would be disastrous with all the candles around.

Big romantic gestures aren't something he's used to, but it's Christmas Eve and he really wants to make tonight special for him and Max. So he'd gone all out, or at least with what he thought would be in their comfort zones. Dave ran all over the city for the best candles, slow burning with little drip and no smoke. Nothing super girly smelling, just clean and relaxing scents for the few that were perfumed. He's just grateful that the shadow people about are still helpful when they interact with the actual island people. Or he'd already have fucked this up. Now he's got three dozen lights burning a soft glow around Maxxie's room and he steps back, glad that this part looks good.

He also got food set up on a little impromptu picnic spread on the floor. Maybe he should have taken Maxxie to a really nice restaurant or even taken advantage of the markets and cooked something a little more advanced from the end of his cooking classes, but the simpler foods still made from gourmet organics all over the city seemed more like something they could casually enjoy. It doesn't help that it brings him back to that first date.

Reaching into his bag once that whole spread is done, Dave flushes deeply as he pulls out the last purchase for the night he has planned. Gulping as he looks at the items he bought as a precaution in one of his wanderings to Chelsea, he decides to put them in a drawer by the bed. No need to be completely presumptuous. But also no need to be unprepared.

For a final touch, he plays a bit of music, something softer from Maxxie's iHome and turned low just for ambience. Dave looks at his hard work and sighs, mentally going over his plans.

Food, check. Mood setting, check. Neat clothes and clean breath? Yeah, check. Supplies? Glancing back at that nightstand, Dave checks that off too.

Nerves? Maxxie's presence? Not check yet, but Dave is breathing deep and trying as he watches the door for his boyfriend. He expects him to be back soon, at least. Dave can't wait too much longer for what he has to say, and he feels like he left that pass after Halloween. But not anymore.

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The tiniest chuckle slips out of him before their lips meet in a kiss. It's stupid and embarrassing, how warm and sappy this makes him feel inside. But it's Christmas and frankly, the world wants him to be stupid and sappy around this time of year.

He wraps his arms around Dave's shoulders as he returns the kiss, pulling back only when he was good and satisfied with greeting his boyfriend. "This is amazing."

"I try," he attempts to say casually, but he can feel the heat on his face and his stupid grin spreading wider.

"I'm just really glad you like it. And hoping I'm not screwing myself over so I'm out of ideas before Valentine's. Come on." Dave takes his boyfriend's coat, hanging it properly before taking Maxxie's hand to lead him to their little picnic spread.

Dave's got everything covered and is doing all the right things, so all Maxxie has to do is follow, pleasure making him dumb and a little docile.

"Don't talk about Valentine's, dude, I'm still getting over this," he says. It's not like it's expensive or showy or took tons of money and effort. It's simple but thoughtful and genuine, and that's what means the most to Max.

He laughs at that, glad that he's still doing everything right. Sitting down, Dave opens the food boxes, offering first some flakey gozleme, stuffed with cheese and spinach. There's the gozleme, gormet sicilian pizza, waffles loaded with toppings, Max Brenner chocolates and beignets.

He honestly considered getting champagne or wine, but even if it wasn't readily available on the island normally, he knew it really would just set himself to be screwed over for Valentine's Day. The light craft beer and water would have to do this time around.

"Would you hold it against me if I said that I kinda don't want you to get over it just yet? I feel like I'm on a roll here."

The food is just as beautiful as it is tasty and once again Maxxie's blissfully happy that he's in New York (even if it is a fake New York) and that he's got a boyfriend who makes an effort. More than just an effort.

"You're spoiling me," Maxxie points out. This could be a bad thing and his expression is - briefly - admonishing. But it quickly fades into a broad grin. "And I love it. You want to be named best boyfriend in the universe, I'm not gonna hold you back. S'long as I'm still you're boyfriend."

He snorts a little at the slight accusation.

"What would I do with that? Rub it in everyone's faces?" Dave leans in to kiss the corner of Maxxie's mouth. "I like spoiling you. I'd rather be able to brag that I have the sexiest and happiest boyfriend than be called the best. Though, I like hearing that from you. All of it."

He strokes his cheek with his thumb, cupping his face as he gives him another chaste kiss before pulling back to go back to his beer and beignets with a grin. "And for the record, there's no one here I want to be my boyfriend more than you."

"I am pretty awesome, aren't I?" he teases with a cocky grin. Leaning back on his hands, he surveys his boyfriend and the spread again with a satisfied look.

"Seriously, though," Maxxie says, a little quieter. "This is, like, the best Christmas Eve ever. Thank you."

Another wave of pride and pleasure washes over him, seeing how Maxxie looks at him and his efforts like that. "It is, isnt it?"

Dave beams as he slides down on his side, propping himself with his elbow as he drink off the last of his beer. "I'm just happy to be spending tonight with you."

It's definitely different, celebrating like this. His parents always made a big to do over Christmas, even in the leaner years, and there were always parties of some sort during the holidays. But spending time with just his boyfriend -- like his boyfriend is now a substitute for his family -- is new and nice.

"Me too," Maxxie says simply before leaning in to give Dave a sweet kiss.

"Did your family do a lot for Christmas?" he asks, leaning back once he's satisfied.

Maxxie's kiss makes him sigh with a smile. He'll never tire of those kisses, sweet or otherwise. It really is the best Christmas right here.

Thinking about his family, his real family, Dave's smile turns slightly sad. "Yeah, and the last night of Chanukah at Nana's. We'd sometimes get extended family to come to Lima. It's apparently more likely to be a white christmas in Allen County than in Yonkers. Makes me wonder if this weather is another bone the island is throwing at us for once."

"It doesn't snow in New York?" Maxxie blurts out, but once the words are out he realizes what Dave means. He shakes his head in an agreeing kind of way.

"Yeah, it's probably the island trying to be nice. It doesn't always snow that much in London either, but who wants a Christmas without snow? Not that Bristol got snow, but you know what I mean. It's more perfect this way."

He laughs hard at how his boyfriend says that. "Well, Yonkers is north of Manhattan, and my cousin keeps whining that it's never a white Christmas. But it snows. I used to see on his Facebook how he hates getting jack for the holidays and then two feet of the stuff when he's supposed to start driving back to campus for spring semester."

Dave tilts his head towards the windows, seeing the snow fall against the city lights. "Maybe we should go have some fun in it tomorrow in the park? Enjoy it while it lasts?"

"More hockey?" he asks, groaning out the question with a tone of pained resignation that he doesn't actually feel.

"Hey!" Dave give him a nudge, looking ungenuinely offended with his exagerated pout. "And here I thought you liked watching me play. Nah, I was think more along the lines of a snowball fight.

Maxxie keeps his disappointed expression for only so long, laughing easily at Dave's response.

"You want to pelt me with balls of ice? Now that's love." He's only teasing, and the smile stays in place when he says it, sure and confident and happy. But it's still something he's not quite accustomed to saying yet. It hasn't lost its newness yet. His voice hitches just barely over the word, but he pretends not to notice.

Dave doesn't even take of that hitch when he says "love." He's just glad that they can teasingly acknowledge that they're in, together. Sliding closer, he smiles down at Maxxie with a bit of hope.

"Would it be better if I said I intend to make you very warm after we come back?" he asks, voice dropped low with a bit of suggestion.

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He grins automatically. The sweetness of Dave and that promise of the innuendo combine into something that makes Maxxie very warm right that second, starting in his chest and spreading out to his very toes.

Laying a gentle hand on the nape of Dave's neck, Maxxie pulls him down for another kiss. "Loads better," he murmurs. "Only now I want to skip the snow and just stay with the warm bit."

Dave hums, loving the taste of their beer and desserts on Maxxie's lips, on top of the sweetness that's just him and thank you God for that answer. The hand that isn't propping him up for balance roams down his boyfriend's side, lifting up the hem of his top and teasing the skin exposed above his jeans.

"Mm, maybe we could get started on warming you up now? And then we'll see about the snow tomorrow?"

"Sounds good," he says, only too happy to stay here where he's got Dave and Dave's hands on him.

"I'm an excellent procrastinator. Got high marks in school for it and everything."

He laughs, more of a soft humming chuckle, at Maxxie's joke. Glancing at their leftovers pensively, Dave's fingers slip just a little into the band of his boyfriend's underwear.

"You think it's ok to procrastinate on the clean up so we can get up into the bed?"

His hips lift a little at the intimate little touch, the promise of more.

"Definitely," he says with a firm nod. "Absolutely."

Letting out a pleased groan, Dave grabs him so Maxxie can lay over him as he kisses him hard. The hand that he was holding himself up with cards through his boyfriend's hair, right at the nape, as Dave licks at his lips, pushing in slowly and exploring his mouth. His hand slides further into Maxxie's underwear, cupping the firm flesh of his ass.

"Get on the bed, babe," he growls against his lips as he pulls away.

Maxxie never wants to argue with Dave when he uses that tone of voice. Just having his hands on him is bad enough to make Maxxie flushed and willing, but his boyfriend taking even the slightest bit of control is sexy as hell to him.

He moves without hesitation, his hands trailing down Dave's body as he leaves it. He kicks off his shoes before getting onto the bed, kneeling on the edge, facing Dave, when he pulls his shirt off.

His eyes never leave Maxxie's body as he gets up to strip down, toeing off his shoes and unbuttoning his outer shirt. Dave always marvels at how lucky he is to have Maxxie in his life, more so when they're intimate like this. And it's incredibly arousing when he's so willing to follow his lead, looking at him like that, wanting him back.

"God, you're so fucking hot," he says as he pulls off his undershirt, moving towards him and nudging him further back on the bed to join him.

Grinning under the admiring words, Maxxie bends back according to Dave's lead. He shifts to lay back on the bed under Dave, keeping close to the other boy so he can kiss him as they go, nipping gently at his lips.

"So are you," he breathes, his voice low, and runs his hands over his broad shoulders. He really does love this, finds so much of Dave sexy as hell. He can't stop smiling as he goes in for a deeper kiss.

Dave loves watching how his body arches as Maxxie bends like that, laying back beneath him as he moves with him. He love every nipping kiss, every taste he gets, committing everything to memory so he can learn to make it all even better for the next time. So he can always remember, not matter what happens in the future.

Reaching down to pull Maxxie's hips close to his, Dave grinds down to make his desires clear. "Can't wait to feel you, Max. Want to feel all of you."

Max doesn't need a physical hint, but it's nice all the same: the heat of Dave's body; how hard he feels through the fabric of the trousers; knowing that Maxxie is the sole cause of it. He lets his hips fall back down onto the bed and pulls Dave with him, shifting to fit him close, where the friction between their bodies can do a little good. He grinds up, pulling at Dave's hips and ass to wordlessly demand more.

The feel of his boyfriend's hands on his ass, pulling him even close makes Dave groan louder. The tightness in his pants is becoming a little painful with how hard Maxxie is making him. But Dave wants to be the kind of lover that continues to put Maxxie's pleasure first. He takes a deep breath to collect himself for a moment before hooking his arms under Maxxie's knees, pushing his legs up and reaching around to undo his jeans as he resumes grinding against his boyfriend's ass at a steady pace.

He wants more, but pinned beneath his boyfriend, there's little he can do to ask for more besides saying as much. Thankfully, Maxxie's never really been a shy lad.

"Please, babe," he moans. "I want you. I want more."

He chuckles as he tugs Maxxie's fly open, immediately sliding down both his jeans and underwear, freeing that gorgeous cock. "So impatient."

Not that his boyfriend has to wait much longer for more. Dave immediately slides down and starts licking up the thick vein of Maxxie's cock, swirling his tongue around the tip when he reaches it.

Maybe he should take his time, think about what he's doing when he's doing it, but this feels too good. It always feels too good to wait any longer than he absolutely has to. Maxxie lets out a soft, keening moan as his head falls back against the bed, reveling in the wet heat of Dave's mouth.

Dave hums, swelling when he hears Maxxie's pleasure, knowing that this is just the start of what he'd like to do tonight. Gripping his cock at the base, he starts to pump him up and down, still licking and kissing at the hot flesh before his eyes flick to the nightstand.

He wants to taste even more, do more and not linger too much after all their waiting. But he really doesn't want to stop what he's doing right now either.

"Fuck. I have some stuff in the drawer, babe. Can you get them?"

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