Christmas Fic!

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Title - All I Want for Christmas is You  
Author - Rycolfan
Rating - NC-17 (for language)
Pairing - Greg/Jeff, Colin/Ryan, Brad/Chip
Summary - Christmas Eve with the boys...
Disclaimer - This isn't real, peeps....no offense intended!
Feedback - is sunshine and kittens!

A while back I said that I'd write a Greffie Christmas fic for draconica_nova and she asked me to include the other pairings...in fact, she said that she'd die of squee-induced joy if I did all three!  Anyhoo, here we have the finished fic.  I hope it's okay.  Enjoy, and Merry Christmas!  ^_^
 

Greg sighed and adjusted his position slightly, keeping his tired eyes fixed on the road ahead.  He'd been driving for over three hours and, despite having stopped for refreshments several times, his butt felt like it had been trampled by an elephant.  He glanced at the sleeping form of his passenger and cleared his throat loudly.  When this had no effect, he decided on the direct approach.
 
"Er, honey?” he began in a deceptively sweet voice.  “In order to navigate properly, it helps if you're actually AWAKE!"
 
Jeff was jolted out of his slumber by the shout; the map slipping from his grasp and hitting the floor with a thwack.  "Wha…?" he asked groggily, looking around for the emergency.
 
"Oh, I'm sorry; did I disturb you?" Greg asked with a wicked grin.
 
"Bastard," Jeff muttered, trying his best to stretch his body in the confined space.  Greg's eyes flicked repeatedly to the small amount of abdomen on display; a delicious snippet of what lay underneath the many layers of clothes.  "It's not like you need me to navigate," Jeff continued, his voice still clogged with sleep, "we're following the others."
 
Greg shrugged, glancing in his mirror before changing lane to mirror the movements of the car in front.  "We could get separated, though; traffic's always a bitch on Christmas Eve.  Besides, I need you to keep me awake."
 
"Wow, that just fills me with confidence," Jeff replied sarcastically, reaching over to pat Greg's thigh.  "You know, I did offer to take over."
 
Greg snorted.  "Believe me; you wouldn't like me as a passenger."
 
"I know how to handle you," Jeff smiled, sliding his hand up Greg's leg and cupping slightly.
 
Greg's sudden intake of breath, and the slight veering of the car, showed how much of an effect he was having.  "Keep doing that and I'll pull of the road now.  To hell with Drew's plans."
 
Jeff let out a soft chuckle.  "Tempting; but I think the guys would send out a search party, and I've no wish to be found with my pants down around my ankles again."
 
The memory of that encounter swam to the front of Greg's mind, and he smirked.  "It was worth it just for the look on Wayne's face, man.  I think we may have scarred him for life."
 
"Says the man who wasn't standing half-naked at the time."
 
Greg's wise-ass reply was cut off as he hit the brakes suddenly, causing their luggage and gifts to slide off the back seat.  "Geez, Ryan, give a dude some warning."
 
They saw Ryan, who was driving the car in front of them, raise his hand in a kind of backwards apology, then indicate to turn off at the next exit.
 
"I hope they didn't want their presents in one piece," Jeff muttered, reaching behind Greg to pick up what he could.
 
 
 
Night was falling by the time the three cars pulled up at the large log cabin.  It was a welcome sight; the flicker of firelight coming from within and a steady stream of smoke trailing from the chimney.  Pine trees enclosed it on three sides, providing some shelter from the elements, and an icy blue lake stretched off into the distance. As they killed their engines, the front door opened and Drew appeared; smiling from ear to ear. 
 
"You made it."
 
"Did you doubt it?" Ryan asked with a grin as everyone got out.
 
"I did with your driving skills, man," Greg called, stretching his cramped muscles.
 
Ryan turned to him and raised his hands.  "Don't look at me; that was Brad's fault."
 
Brad, who was starting to unload with Chip, looked up at the mention of his name; his expression highly indignant.  "What did I do?"  
 
Ryan opened his mouth to tell him exactly what he did, or rather didn't do, but Colin clapped his hand over it with a smile.  "Play nicely children.  It's Christmas."
 
Drew clapped his hands together.  "That's right.  Tis the season to be merry, and I've got plenty of booze that'll do the job."  He walked down the steps to grab some bags from Chip, who was staggering under the weight.  "Let's get you all inside; it’s freezing out here."
 
 

Half an hour later, having unpacked and settled into their room, Greg and Jeff wandered into the main living area; which was being kept warm by a crackling log fire.  Chip and Brad were already there, curled up together on one of the large, plush, couches with beers in hand. 

“Where’s Drew?” Jeff asked, grabbing a couple of bottles off the table and handing one to Greg. There was a crash from the next room and a loud curse. “Never mind,” he grinned, collapsing onto the couch opposite.

“He’s sorting dinner out,” Brad explained, taking another swig from his bottle.

“Yeah; fairly unsuccessfully from the sounds of it,” Chip laughed. “Maybe one of us should give him a hand.”

“Don’t look at me, man,” Greg snorted, holding his free hand up. “Hot and potentially dangerous kitchen appliances, plus me, equals disaster.”

“It’s true,” Jeff nodded ruefully. “You name it, he’s burnt it.”

“Well, who is good in the kitchen?” Chip asked, clearly undeterred.

Brad raised his hand. “I vote Colin.”

“Vote me for what?” Colin asked casually as he walked in; Ryan a few steps behind.

“Sexiest man alive?” Ryan suggested, wrapping his arms around Colin’s chest when he stopped in front of the others.

Brad let out a bark of laughter which he quickly disguised as a cough at Ryan’s look. “Not quite. We were discussing who could best help Drew in the kitchen.” He proceeded to put on his best puppy dog look. “Col?”

Colin rolled his eyes, but smiled all the same. “Say no more; I’m on it.” He moved out of Ryan’s arms and headed for the kitchen, cheekily plucking the beer out of Brad’s hand on the way.

“Hey!” Brad called indignantly.

Ryan chuckled as he sank into a comfy looking armchair. “Are you gonna sit down too, Greg?” You’re making the place look untidy.”

“I’ve been sitting down for the last three hours, dude. My ass needs me to stand for a while.” He glanced out of the window at the darkening sky. “There are some fucking serious looking clouds heading our way.”

Ryan flipped the lid off his beer and settled back more comfortably. “Just as well we’re not planning on going anywhere then. You know that Drew will have brought enough food to last a month.”

“Yeah,” Brad sniggered, “but will any of it actually be edible once he’s done with it?”

“I heard that, Brad,” Drew shouted from the kitchen.

“Busted,” Jeff said gleefully; enjoying the slightly alarmed expression on Brad’s face immensely.

 

Despite the chaos, dinner turned out fairly well; although that was mainly down to Colin’s famed culinary skills. Ryan joked that it was his main reason for marrying him, and paid for it with a face full of whipped cream. As they all moved to sit back in front of the fire, intending to consume a plentiful amount of alcohol before the night was through, Drew stopped Ryan and Colin in their tracks and pointed upwards.

“You can’t argue with tradition,” Drew said cheerily, as they both looked up at the sprig of mistletoe which was dangling above their heads.

Ryan looked like he was about to protest, but Colin simply shrugged and pulled him into a full lip-lock. Greg, who had successfully passed beneath the seasonal sprig undetected, noticed with a great deal of amusement that Ryan’s eyes were slightly glazed when they broke apart. Colin took Ryan’s hand with a smug expression and led him to the couch.

“Oh, look at that,” Brad said in feigned surprise, as he stopped Chip in the same spot, and then proceeded to kiss him senseless.

“Geez, how to give a dude indigestion,” Greg said loudly, looking repulsed.

Jeff sat down beside him and planted a kiss on his lips, effectively stopping any further protest. “All better,” he said confidently a moment later. “Now stop being grumpy or you won’t get any presents from Santa.”

 

The evening passed by in a blur of alcohol, fun, and laughter. They played a variety of games, with the older team of Ryan, Colin, and Greg, taking on the younger team of Brad, Chip, and Jeff, while Drew took the judge’s chair.

“That’s not fair,” Brad protested after the oldies wiped the floor with them for the fifth time in a row. “Those two can clearly read each other’s minds.”

Colin and Ryan looked at each other and improvised having a silent conversation, ending with Colin turning to Brad and shaking his head. “We don’t know what you mean.”

There were a few muffled sniggers and Chip put his arm around Brad consolingly.

“Hey, look,” Jeff interrupted, pointing at the window, “it’s snowing.”

Everyone got up to go and have a proper look, opening the front door to discover a wintry wonderland.  Brad grabbed Chip’s hand and dragged him outside; the snow quickly regressing both of them to children. Drew, Colin, and Ryan looked at each other and shrugged before going out to join them; laughing as they dodged snowballs hurled in their direction from the other two.

Greg snorted and looked across at Jeff, whose eyes were sparkling with amusement as he watched the scene. He curled his fingers around Jeff’s hand, drawing the younger man’s attention, and pulled a small gift from his pocket; handing it to him with a grin.

Jeff looked surprised but pleased. “But it’s not Christmas yet.”

Greg shrugged. “It will be in a few minutes, but I can take it back if you want.”

He reached for the gift, but Jeff quickly moved it out of his reach with a laugh. “No, it’s fine.”

The wrapping paper was quickly torn off to reveal a small box. Jeff opened it and blinked; rendered momentarily speechless. 

“I’m kinda hoping that you’ll wear it on the third finger of your left hand,” Greg murmured, his eyes fixed on the shocked face of his lover.

Jeff looked up at him, a smile threatening to break through at any moment. “Are you serious?”

Greg nodded and took his hand. “Marry me.”

Jeff’s face lit up and he pulled Greg into a kiss; trying to convey everything that he was feeling. Greg wrapped his arms around him, and smirked against his lips. “Just to be clear; is that a yes?”

“Of course it is,” Jeff laughed; his eyes suspiciously bright. “I love you.”

As Greg slipped the ring onto Jeff’s finger, symbolizing the promise of their future together, the clock on the mantelpiece struck twelve.   A few snowflakes drifted through the open door as their lips met again, with a whispered, “Merry Christmas.”