| Christmas Cookies |
| Justin sighed in relief when he entered his and Lance's house. The day had been both mentally and physically exhausting and he was glad it was over. He shrugged off his coat and unwrapped the scarf Lance had bought him, hanging them both on the coat rack by the door. All he wanted to do was find his lover, cuddle next to him by the fire, and sleep till morning. Walking into the kitchen, Justin stopped in the doorway and smiled as he watched his lover. Lance was standing by the counter, face and clothes covered in flour, cutting cookie dough into the shapes of little hearts, stars and Christmas trees. The kitchen stereo was turned up loudly, and Lance was singing and dancing without a care. "You better watch out, you better not cry, you better not pout, I'm telling you why. Santa Clause is coming to town!" Lance did a half-twirl, still not noticing Justin in the doorway, and Justin grinned when he saw that Lance was wearing his 'Kiss the Cook' apron. 'I just might have to do a little more than that if he keeps shaking that fine ass of his,' thought Justin. He licked his lips but said nothing. "He's making a list, he's checking it twice. He's gonna find out who's naughty or nice," sang Lance, and Justin fell in love with his voice all over again, loving the way that Lance's accent got thicker when he wasn't so nervous about singing. Lance did a little booty dance as he put the cookies in the oven, singing, "Santa Clause is coming to ... shit!" Lance dropped the cookie he was about to eat on the ground when he twirled and saw Justin standing in the doorway. Justin grinned when Lance turned forty different shades of red, and walked up to his boyfriend. Lance refused to look at him, choosing to trace patterns in the flour that fell on the ground with his foot. "How long have you been there?" he whispered, the embarrassment evident in his voice. Justin wrapped his arms around Lance and kissed the top of his head. "Long enough to witness that little booty dance you were doing by the oven," he whispered. Lance buried his head in the crook of Justin's neck as Justin laughed, mimicking Lance's dance. Once he was finished and Lance's face returned to a semi-normal color, Justin hopped up on the counter and watched Lance cut cookies. "Whatcha doing?" he asked in his nosy little boy voice. Lance grinned excitedly and turned, returning with a plate full of lopsided cookies smothered in homemade frosting. Lance's face was beaming with pride as he declared, "I made Christmas cookies!" Justin chuckled and thought that Lance was too cute, ignoring the fact that the cookies didn't look too healthy. "You want one?" Lance asked. Justin looked at the cookies with a wary face and shook his head. �That�s okay babe. I'm pretty full right now." Lance's eyes filled with hurt but he tried to hide it. He turned with his back to Justin and cut more cookies, but at a slower pace. "That's okay," he whispered. "You don't have to have any." "Hey now," said Justin, hopping off the counter and wrapping his arms around Lance's slim waist. "I would love to try one of your cookies." Lance stopped cutting but didn't look up. "Really?" he asked in a small voice, but Justin could hear the hope. He chuckled and snatched a cookie from the plate, pausing to take a deep breath and squeeze his eyes shut, before taking a large bite. He eyes flew open when it tasted normal. "Hey, these are pretty good!" he said, trying to hide the amazement from his voice as he grabbed a few more cookies. Lance whirled around with another winning smile. "Really? You're not just saying that to make me feel better?" he asked. "Really," said Justin with a mouth full of cookie. "These are the BEST!" Lance eyed Justin's face and licked his lips. "I'm actually kinda hungry myself." Justin held out a cookie, but Lance pushed his hand away. He leaned forward and slowly licked the bit of frosting that remained on the corner of Justin's mouth. The cookies were forgotten as Justin dropped them on the floor and pushed Lance against the counter, his expert tongue tasting every inch of Lance's mouth. Justin moaned and licked at Lance's lips slowly before diving back into the mouth he knew better than his own. Lance's mouth tasted like Christmas cookies and Dr. Pepper, a surprisingly delicious taste that Justin couldn't seem to get enough of. Lance pulled back, his breathing heavy and eyes clouded over with lust. He licked his lips and nibbled on Justin's earlobe, causing the younger man's mouth to fall open and incoherent moans to escape. "I think," Lance panted into Justin's ear, "I think we should go upstairs." Justin nodded eagerly, allowing Lance to drag him toward the staircase. "Wait!" Justin yelled, leaving Lance by the stairs and running into the kitchen as fast as he could. He returned in record time, sauntering up to Lance and waving the can of frosting in his face. "I think we could use this," he whispered lowly. Lance moaned and grabbed Justin's hand, practically dragging him up the steps. This was going to be a very merry Christmas indeed. THE END |
| written by Robin |