Part 4!

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Here's PART 4 of the Christmas fic. It gets a little sappy. Details inside, thank you for the comments! Keeps me going.

Getting There is Half the Fun

 

By Blossomcup

 

Couples:

 

Drew/Brad

 

Colin/Ryan

 

Greg/Jeff

 

Summary:

 

Christmas fic! The gang tries to head to Ohio for a white Christmas but get a little sidetracked along the way. How will this fare the crew?

 

NOTE: No wives! Fluffy! This makes no sense!

 

“I can’t wait until we can celebrate our engagement properly.” Brad whispered to Drew, who grinned.

 

“Hey, guys, some help would be nice!” Ryan barked, over by the van. The two walked over and had a look. “Oh, man. This doesn’t look good.”

 

“Wrench.” Brad said, holding out his palm. Colin looked to everyone and passed it. “Wrench.”

 

Brad tightened a few bolts. “Screwdriver.”

 

“Screwdriver.” He did some more things. “Soda.”

 

Colin frowned but handed him a Coke. “Soda.” Brad drank from it, handed it back and said, “Okay, now a rag.”

 

He cleaned his hands and shut the hood. “Try starting it now, Ryan.”

 

Ryan looked amused and tried it out. After two tries, it started up. “Hey!” Drew kissed his lover warmly. “Where did you learn that?”

 

“I used to work with my Dad as a mechanic.”

 

“Well then why didn’t you do it earlier?” Greg asked.

 

“I missed an open sky, I guess.” Brad told them as they all piled in.

 

 

It took another day but they were in Indiana. Ryan was getting better at his game. “Yes!” He hissed as he beat another level. “This isn’t so hard.”

 

“Jeff, you still have those comics?” Jeff handed back a stack, which Brad and Drew took.

 

“Wow. I haven’t read these in forever…I think I had this one.” Drew said, holding up a Fantastic Four and opening it. “Yep. They’re all back at the house in the attic.”

 

“How is your house, anyhow?” Jeff asked. “I’ve never been.”

 

Drew sighed wistfully. “I lived there since I was a kid, me, my Mom, and my two brothers. Always go back there when I can. There will be plenty of snow, just like when I was a kid. Mom would always see me out in the snow and have hot chocolate ready for me.” He shook his head. “I miss her.”

 

Drew’s mom had passed away two years ago. Brad rubbed his shoulder gently. “I know.” He decided to shake off the melancholy. “So what’s that one about?”

 

Drew went on a very nerdish rant about what was in the comic, why it was in the comic, what would be in the next comic, and what was in the comic before that one. They all listened, it was actually pretty interesting.

 

 

Greg drove next, he was flipping through the radio channels. “YES!” he said as he came to a Led Zeppelin song, cranking it up. “No headbanging behind the wheel, Greg!” Ryan shouted.

 

“Oh, you’re too old!”

 

“I’m five months younger than you!”

 

“Then Colin’s too old!”

 

“Okay.” Colin said, trying to shut out the noise.

 

Jeff looked behind him, seeing Drew and Brad not doing much of anything. “Can I see your rings?”

 

Drew held out his left hand. “Those are really nice.” The man smiled. “They are. And he is.” Brad put an arm around his lover.

 

“Hey, anyone hungry?” Ryan’s stomach growled as if on cue. “Yeah.”

 

Greg pulled into a restaurant and they all went in, Ryan and Jeff making a beeline for the bathroom. Drew sat down and Brad slid in next to him in the booth. Drew got out his notepad and started to play hangman with Brad. They did ‘marriage’ and ‘engagement’ before the food came.

 

“Cheers, you two lovebirds.” Greg said, raising his rum and coke in a toast which they all joined. “May you be happy and…aw, fuck, you know the rest.” He chuckled.

 

“I think I read about fifty comics in one sitting.” Drew said, trying to inconspicuously steal Brad’s fries. “Hey.” He spied a book rack, sliding out and going to check it out. He picked out three and paid for them at the register. “You tell anyone I swear I will kill you all.” He had bought some cheap romance novels. “I’m bored.”

 

“One of my old girlfriends used to read those. She called them ‘librarian porn.” Jeff said to them. At their looks, he said, “I hadn’t come out yet. Still figuring things out.”

 

“Weren’t we all.”

 

Drew was reading the first book diligently, flipping a page every few seconds. Brad looked over his shoulder. “What’s this one about?”

 

“A pirate and his wench. They’re about to go to their chambers and fuck.”

 

“Sounds like a fine piece of literature.”

 

“It’s actually not that bad.” Drew admitted. “Oh, wow.” He had come to one of the sex scenes. “Eh, I’ve seen worse.”

 

“You’ve done worse.” Ryan chuckled. Drew laughed.

 

“There’s not much that can make Drew blush. Other than Brad.” Greg snorted at Jeff’s comment.

 

Colin took a sip of his Coke. “I’ve seen porn that can make Drew blush.” Everyone who could stare did at that coming from Colin, of all people. “Yeah, it was some BDSM film. It was something called…’Sally’…Sally something.”

 

“Strap-On Sally 3?” Drew said, not looking up from his book. “Seen it. And yes, it made me blush. But I was 21 at the time.”

 

Colin shook his head. “Whatever works, my friend.”

 

 

It was another night of driving, but they made it to Ohio. It was 50 miles to Cleveland, and Drew’s childhood home. “Take this exit; we should be there in about twenty minutes.” Drew said with a grin.

 

Soon they were there, and got out and stretched. Drew sighed at the sight, the old house with shackles falling off the roof, the meadow in bad need of mowing, but the way he looked at it, it could’ve been a mansion. He walked up and the gang followed him inside. The house was a little dusty, but could be salvaged. Drew went straight upstairs. “This was my old room.”

 

He opened the squeaky door to reveal a dusty but made bed, rock posters and trumpet and accordion music on the shelves. “Wow. Hey, check this out!” Jeff exclaimed, raiding Drew’s closet and taking out a Josie and the Pussycats lunchbox. “I think I had one of these.”

 

“Wow, AC/DC. This is cool.” Greg admitted. Jeff came up. “Okay, here’s something I always wanted to know.”

 

“What?”

 

“Do Twinkies last forever. I’ll give you twenty bucks, take a bite.” He shoved it in Greg’s face, he pushed him away. “Get that away from me, that must be twenty years old.”

 

“Thirty.” Drew said, looking through his old records. “Wow, this all takes me back. Let’s go to the attic.”

 

They all walked up with him, hoping the floorboards weren’t going to crack and send them crashing into the kitchen.

 

 

They saw a bunch of mannequins and photo albums. “My Mom’s old wedding dress.” Drew pointed out. “And there’s my old band uniform.”

 

“Wow, Drew, you were a stick.” Ryan said as he examined it.

 

Drew opened an old album; the others looked over his shoulder. “There’s my dad, when he wasn’t in the hospital.” He turned a page. “Heh. That’s my Mom and me baking cookies. See, we’re still using the glass.” They chuckled.

 

He put the photo album down and went over to an old dresser. “What’s this?” Ryan asked, holding up an envelope. “It has your name on it.”

 

Drew opened it; it was dated the day before he was born. It read:

 

“Dear Drew,

 

I don’t know if you’ll ever read this, especially not now that you’re about to join us. I can’t wait for you to become a new addition to our family.

 

Your brothers can’t wait to see you, and your Dad talks to you every night. I feel you move inside me and you feel just right.

 

I love you, my sweet baby boy. Come here soon.

 

Love,

Mom”

 

Drew was wiping away tears by the end; everyone else was trying to keep their emotions in check. Drew slipped the letter into his pocket. “She was an amazing woman.” Drew whispered.

 

“She was.” They stayed in the attic for a while and went to sleep, Drew in his Mom’s old bed. He could still smell that old perfume he used to hate, but now was thinking it was the scent of heaven.

 

-TO BE CONTINUED-