The house glittered brightly as Lance pulled into the driveway of his home. Every square inch of the house was covered in lights. Lance thought that Chris had gone a little overboard with the decorations, but he wasn't about to voice that opinion. Chris could be a tad tempremental.
He walked up the front walk to the door. An enormous wreath graced the door. Little lights blinked in time to the Christmas carol that tinkled from the depths of the greenery.
Pulling his key from his pocket he quickly unlocked the door and entered the entryway. He sniffed the air. There were the usual smells as of late: cinnamon, gingerbread, and other sugary scents. Today he smelled something a little different. Outdoorsy, but not the spruce scent of the Christmas tree.
He glanced up to see that the entire ceiling was green. The ceiling was literally covered in plant life, every square centimeter. If he wasn't mistaken it was all mistletoe.
He stood gawking at the ceiling. This was unbelievable. How could Chris have done this? He had to have had help. Damn Justin and Joey. It had to be them. They would have thought that this was hilarious. Chris needed little encouragement.
Just as he was about to call out Chris' name, a streak of jingling green pinned him against the front door. Lance found his arms full of a wiggling elf. Chris' hands held his face as he attacked Lance's lips. One of Chris' thighs pushed up between Lance's legs.
"Chris. Chris, stop for a minute." Lance gasped as he pulled back from Chris' wet lips.
The pout on Chris' lips was competition for Justin's and Brianna's pouts when they didn't get exactly what they wanted exactly when they wanted it. Lance steeled himself against it (at least for the moment). If Chris' greeting was any indication of his wishes, Lance would be more than happy to fulfill those wishes.
"Chris, why is the ceiling covered in mistletoe? And why are you dressed like an elf?" Lance asked with a chuckle as he took in Chris' costume.
Chris was wearing a emerald green tunic and tights. Nice tights that showed off his legs. Little elf shoes, the kind with the curled toes, and they had little bells. His hair was spiked and full of glitter. He even had pointy little ears on. Lance ran a finger over Chris' ear as Chris launched into an explanation.
"Well, Justin and Joey came over this morning with Brianna because they wanted cookies. We were all just sitting around snacking when Justin pointed out that we didn't have any mistletoe up. Well, it wouldn't be Christmas without mistletoe so we got into the car and drove to the store. Joey said that I should put some in every room so we did. We had to go to so many places before we finally had enough."
"You mean to tell me that the whole house is like this." Oh my God.
"Of course not, silly. I didn't do the closets or the pantry." Chris moved forward to capture Lance's lips.
Lance stopped him with another question. "What about the costume?"
"Oh, this old thing. I decided that for the party I could dress up as an elf and youcoulddressasSanta. Brianna would be so excited." He moved forward again for a kiss, only to be stopped yet another time.
"Wait a minute. What did you say?"
"Brianna's going to love the party. Just think, her first Christmas! It should be special."
"No, you said that I'm supposed to dress up as Santa. When did this all happen, and why am I dressing as Santa and not Joey? He's got the build more than I do."
"Brianna might be upset if her daddy's missing. Besides if you ever want to get inside this elf's tights ever again, you'll do it."
"Fair enough." Lance said with a sigh.
Chris bounced up and down on his toes in excitement. "I knew you'd see it my way. Come with me; the suit's upstairs. You should see our room it's great. Santa and his elf can have a little fun. We've got a lot of kissin' to do."
Lance just laughed as he was dragged up the stairs. Chris' over-enthusiasm wasn't always a bad thing.
End.