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Trip adjusted the wicked red bowtie around his neck and re-arranged himself on the bed for the tenth time. Any minute now, Jon would walk in the door and see his Christmas present. Trip had spent a lot of time and effort to make everything about this night perfect. They were both missing home and Christmas traditions, and he was determined to capture as much of that as possible even if they were literally in another galaxy.
He thought back to their Christmases in their San Francisco apartment and at his parents’ house. Jon liked tradition and while he was happy to include Trip’s with his own, he always insisted that they keep the ones he had grown up with. Trip was delighted to indulge him. After losing his parents so young, any good memories Jon had of his childhood Trip wanted to keep alive.
If they were in ‘frisco, Christmas Eve was for homemade pizza and watching White Christmas. NOT the one from 2134, the original. Stockings were first on Christmas morning. Gifts under the tree after that. Thankfully, Trip’s family didn’t open gifts until Christmas morning either, so there was no conflict. Even though the warm, sunny Florida weather at the Tucker household was the opposite of the cold Christmas Jon preferred, he loved spending time with Trip’s family. Even before they were a couple, Trip’s parents and siblings had welcomed Jon as a member of the family. His father had told Trip that he knew the two besties would wind up as a couple the first time he met Jon. That made Trip’s heart happy because had thought the same thing when he had met his husband.
Trip resisted looking at the chronometer. Jon was late. That wasn’t entirely surprising. The man lived to work. However, Trip had dropped several large hints that he wanted Jon ‘home’ early tonight. No matter where they were, it was Christmas Eve, and he wanted to spend it with his husband.
Trip heard someone outside the door, and relaxed himself into the bed and flexed his stomach. Time to put that six-pack on display. The door slid open and a harried and tired-looking Jon stepped through the doorway. Seeing the room dark except for some artfully displayed candles scatted around the room, he stopped short and took in the room before his eyes landed on his gorgeous, naked, and rapidly hardening husband on the bed.
“Oh!” Jon said. He tipped his head to the side, and a slow smile slid across his face. “Ohhh,” he murmured. “This is nice. Very nice.”
Trip gave him a seductive smile.
“I know it’s a bit early, but I thought you might like to unwrap your present now.”
Jon sauntered forward and knelt in front of Trip, his elbows on the mattress and his face close to Trip’s.
“It doesn’t look like there’s much unwrapping to do,” he hummed, his fingers starting at Trip’s left clavicle and sliding it’s way across the warm skin, winding it’s way down across Trip’s chest, over his nipples, and around every single one of those taut rectangles on his abdomen.
“I thought I’d make it easy for ya,” Trip murmured, a bit breathless. “On account of you just getting off shift and bein’ tired and all.”
Jon’s fingers wandered beneath Trip’s waist and started to trace up and down his hips and then his thighs, never touching the rigid member in the middle.
“I appreciate that,” Jon whispered, looking up and locking his eyes with Trip for the first time. “So, does that mean I get to enjoy my present right here and now?”
Trip nodded solemnly.
“Yes. You get to enjoy your present allllll night. And tomorrow. And, if you’re very, very good, the next day, and the day after that because we have an unprecedented three days off. Together. How does that sound, Husband Mine?”
Jon rose up on his knees to brush his lips ever so gently against Trip’s.
“That sounds like the best Christmas present I have ever gotten.” He reached up and tugged on the bright red bowtie around Trip’s throat. “As long as you keep this on the whole time.”
Trip smiled against Jon’s mouth before he leaned forward and pressed his lips more firmly into Jon’s.
“Merry Christmas, Jon. I love you.”
Jon nipped at Trip’s lower lip.
“Merry Christmas, Trip. I love you.”