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Title: The Gifts of Love

Author: Adalisa

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Summary: It's Christmas time, and Champ thinks what to give Trevor as a gift.

Sequel to: The Lust of love

Rating: Pg-13

Disclaimer: Trevor, Champ and all Cupid characters were created by Rob Thomas, who is a genious, and belong to Tri Star Pictures, Sony and to the guys of ABC who didn't knew what they had and let die a wonderful series. So while someone else takes them, I play a little with them.

Content: Champ/Trevor

Warning: This has m/m. You should know that already, since you found this.

Spoilers: Hung Jury.

By Adalisa.

There's a lot written about those, you know? Eternal happiness, the knowledge that you're never alone, spring, summer... Everything _good_ in the world is sooner or latter refereed to as a gift of love.

But there's nothing written about gifts _to_ Love.

It's only one day before Christmas... I have the gifts for everyone under the tree, all wrapped up. Mom, Dad... Chris...

Yeah, I'm still seeing Chris. After the fiasco with the dinner Trevor fixed for us, I talked to her, and told her the whole truth.

Surprisingly enough, she listened to every word I said, and even to some I didn't had the courage to utter.

She guessed I was head over heels for Trevor, just by hearing me apologize to her.

And since there is no one in the building that doesn't know that Trevor's hobby is matchmaking, she offered to be my cover.

I still don't know what I have done to deserve such a great friend.

Mmm? Yes, I'm avoiding my troubles.

The thing is, I do not have a gift for Trevor.

What can I give to the love of my life, when I don't want him to know I love him, and he happens to be a pagan god of Love?

Yeah, he has complained long and loud about how Christians stole the whole Christmas idea from the Greeks.

In fact, he swears it was his idea to kiss people under the mistletoe. Uh? No! I have not placed Mistletoe all over our apartment...

...Well...

Yeah. I've thought about it.

But you can't blame me. I can still feel my lips tingling when I think of the kiss we shared.

Can we return to my trouble in hand?

The gift?

Thank you.

I'm standing outside the Mall wearing a Santa Claus suit because my agent thought it would be good for my career resume, praying to anyone in charge of embarrassing moments that no one I know comes around, while I play with my game-boy.

Of course, it didn't work yesterday.

Yesterday I was killing myself to think a good gift for Trevor when he and Claire came out from the store at the same moment. My own personal nightmare, you know? To make things worse, I know they're together now.

Because they got the terrible luck to get stuck with jury duty. Right before Christmas.

Doesn't that suck?

I might not get the chance to spend Christmas with Trevor, I still don't have a gift for him... And he is with Claire.

Can holidays get any worse?

I look up and see that the little kid who was tormenting me yesterday is still looking at me. Probably thinking that I should get a life.

But there is something in his eyes... He looks even more miserable than I am.

And I'm most definitively not going to let someone feel more miserable than me today.

* * *

Someone up there must really like me.

I'm sitting under our Christmas tree, Chris hugging me, as we see Trevor show us what Claire gave him.

A nice tie.

I feel bad for her. She lost her trip to New York and her chance to be with her boyfriend this Christmas, while I got the biggest donation for the Children Hospital this year, a nice and caring friend who helped me with the decorations... And Trevor.

Yes, he did manage a Christmas miracle. They sprung out the guy, who was innocent, paired a couple together and still got time to spend Christmas with me.

I know, I know. I'm beginning delusional again. He is not really spending the night _with_ me, but he is here, isn't he?

He got me a Game-boy game... Which means that I will have to buy a new game-boy, since I gave mine to the kid who helped me today.

Mmm?

You mean I didn't tell you? Well, his parents are a little tight with money, which is why he went to the toy store, just to see the toys. And I couldn't let him have a gift-less Christmas Eve, so I gave him my game-boy.

Anyway, it is then when Chris hands him my gift. My heart is doing somersaults inside my chest, and I don't know why I am so jumpy. Sure, I spend about three weeks looking for the gift... Sure I am totally sure that even if it sucks, he'll say it's great...

But I'm as nervous as in my first date.

Butterflies have decided to do the happy dance in my stomach. And when he opens it and smiles brightly upon seeing it, they decide to fly and flutter.

"Wow... Champ... this is... " Words fail him. For the first time since I meet him words fail him. And his smile...

I swear you could light up the whole city just with that smile.

"I saw it at the bookstore, and I thought you might like it." I tell him, as casual as I can while my heart is pounding so loud that I am sure that it's being listened to in L.A.

"Like it? Champ... I love it!" He begins flipping the page, his smile never leaving his face. The kind of smile you get when you start looking at your family album.

Which in a way, I guess it is.

I bought the book this morning, when I went to work. It is a mythology encyclopedia, with a lot of pictures.

At first, I had totally ruled off any myth reference, because I know that it kind of ticks Trevor that no one believes in Greek-Roman gods.

But this book, well... it is special.

It doesn't have any photograph of the statues and paintings that have been made around gods. All the photos are from Greece. The plains, the mountains, the forests...

The temples.

All the things he talks about endlessly.

When I saw it for the first time, I was awe filled by the beauty of that landscape. The place Trevor calls home.

We finish dinner, and he gives me a little privacy to say goodnight to Chris. It is a little awkward, as I still haven't told him that we 're just friends, but I manage to walk her to her own apartment without too much fuss.

"You made him very happy, Champ." Chris tells me, and I can't stop myself from blushing. I guess I did manage to give him a good gift.

I mean... just his smile alone told me that it was a great gift.

What really amazes me is how much time I spend thinking on his smile, his eyes, his lips...

I really shouldn't start thinking about his lips. Not when we're going to be alone in the apartment with too much alcohol at hand.

Sure, I have wondered how much alcohol would take to get Trevor in the same state that he was when he kissed me. I have given it a lot of thought. But I don't think I'll ever decide to find out what his real limit is.

I would have to get drunk with him and I know that my limit is quite low comparing to his. I don't want to blurt out my feelings in an awkward moment.

I open the door of the apartment to find it in absolute darkness. Only the tree is still on, it's twinkling lights giving the room an eerie glow.

Trevor is sitting under the tree, the book open in his lap. It seems that he has been drinking for a moment, since he has a cup in his left hand.

"Champ?" He looks at me with surprise and I think I see tears down his cheeks. That breaks me immediately. I mean... I can't see him cry. Not anymore.

"Trevor? What's wrong man?" I kneel at his side, wondering what did I do wrong now and what kind of explosion will come with this depression. But as always, he manages to surprise me.

Because even when there _are_ tears in his golden eyes, he is smiling.

"I thought you would spend the night with Chris..." he begins, changing subject as he usually does. Trevor doesn't like others worrying about him.

"She's going to phone home. A little family time, you know how is it. I though you would like the company." I sit at his side, and he hands me another cup. Now I can see what he has been watching. It's a picture of a Greek mountain, in spring. It's covered with green grass and the trees are blooming. "Miss home?"

My mouth obviously has been working more than my brain, because he turns to see me as if I had grown two heads. "I always thought you didn't believe me."

No taunts, no sarcasm. He is serious.

And I cannot lie to him when his brown eyes turn golden in the night.

"I live with you, Trevor. I see you when no one else does." I sigh, wondering if I can actually fool him with a half true. "But if I said anything, I would end up in the same place where they put you."

"So you don't think I'm crazy." Not a question. A statement. And he is smiling that warm smile that usually I've only seen directed at Claire when she agrees to help.

"If you are, then I'm too..." He laughs, and I start laughing too. I can't help it. It's this joy that fills me every time he is happy, every time I can make him smile.

And then he hugs me.

I cannot explain what I feel right now.

It is just like when he kissed me, as if everything in the world were perfect.

Happiness...

Peace...

A million different feelings that only have one name.

They are the Gifts of Love.

To be continued...

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Adalisa

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