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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Supernatural_RPF, CW_Network_RPF, Real_Person_Fiction
  Relationship:
      Christian_Kane/Chad_Michael_Murray, Jensen_Ackles/Jared_Padalecki, Misha
      Collins/Michael_Rosenbaum
  Character:
      Christian_Kane, Chad_Michael_Murray, Jensen_Ackles, Jared_Padalecki,
      Misha_Collins, Michael_Rosenbaum
  Additional Tags:
      Alternate_Universe_-_High_School, Teacher-Student_Relationship, Underage
      Sex
  Series:
      Part 19 of Loveland_High_verse
  Stats:
      Published: 2010-11-05 Words: 7006
****** Their Joyful Tone to Every Home ******
by anyothergirl415
Summary
     How the boys spend their Christmas’ apart and then together.
“Michael, are you certain your parents won’t mind you here?” Mrs. K – though
Mike most frequently called her Grandma now-a-days – smiled softly as she
offered out a tray of cinnamon rolls. She was awesome. Especially since she
never seemed to mind when Mike stayed the night so he’d stopped trying to
pretend he’d just come over early.
Right now he was standing in the kitchen, holding Calliope, hair still ruffled
from sleep and glasses still perched on his nose. He was wearing candy cane PJ
bottoms and a neon yellow shirt that Misha swore was green. He was also
ridiculously happy and he grinned over at the little girl whose head was
currently resting on his shoulder. “Nah, we’re Jewish Grandma and we take that
seriously. Mostly. We don’t celebrate Christmas so spending it with my second
family is good enough for me.”
“Not like you guys really celebrated Hanukkah much.” Misha mumbled as he walked
into the room. He stopped long enough to touch the small of Mike’s back and
kiss Calliope’s head. “Your parents are too busy to even realize it’s
December.”
“Misha, be nice.” Grandma insisted but smiled regardless and offered the
cinnamon rolls to him instead. “Well Michael, we’re glad you could come spend
the day with us, always makes things a little more exciting.”
Calliope lifted up, head whipping around to find Misha. When she did her lips
stretched in a wide grin and she clapped her hands, bouncing in Mike’s arms
where he held her tightly. “Da!” She exclaimed happily, opening and closing her
fingers in quick fists. “Da! Da!”
Misha froze with his hand extended to the cinnamon rolls. He looked at his
Grandma for a moment before turning to Mike and Calliope and slowly grinning.
“Did you hear that? She said Da Da! She knows who I am!”
As a laugh bubbled up in Mike, Misha swept forward and grabbed the little girl,
sweeping her around in the air for a moment before pulling her in close and
squeezing her tightly. Mike had been reading a lot about babies and how they
grew, their life phases, anything he could learn to be helpful for Misha and
raising her. So he knew that it wasn’t likely that Calliope actually knew he
was Da Da, rather she was just making noises, but he was smart enough not to
point that out.
Instead, he stepped toward Grandma and took the cinnamon rolls, carrying them
over to the table and pushing at his glasses. Misha was cooing back at Calliope
now, trying to get her to say it again and Mike laughed softly, crossing back
to him to slide in at his back and wrap arms around his middle. “Don’t
encourage her to grow up too fast, we have to enjoy these little moments while
we can.”
“Oh, you’re right. I want her to be this cute and adorable forever.” Misha
sighed wistfully and leaned back against Mike, looking back enough to gently
kiss him.
“Look up here boys!” Grandma called and when Mike looked to her she was holding
up a camera, smiling at them.
Mike most definitely wanted a copy of that picture, his arms around Misha’s
middle, Calliope in Misha’s arms. It had to be kind of perfect. Of course, this
was really the first Christmas he’d ever had so the whole thing was bound to be
amazing. They were going to spend all morning together, open presents, have
lunch, and when Calliope went down for her nap they were heading over to see
Chad and meet up with Jared and Jensen there. Mike couldn’t imagine a better
Christmas if he tried.
They gathered around the table and Mike tried to feed Calliope pieces of
cinnamon roll but she was far too fascinated with the icing and getting it all
over her hands. Misha and Grandma laughed while Mike tried to dodge getting an
icing covered hand smeared in his hair. There was this amazing thing about
being in that home, surrounded by these three people. The more time he spent
there, the less Mike found he needed to state random facts. Here, he could just
be and he always felt like he belonged.
Once they’d eaten they moved out to the living room. Misha put Calliope in her
walker and she bounced up and down, adorably oblivious as to what was happening
now. They had to open presents for her until she got distracted with the paper
and started ripping it herself. It was almost as cute as when they dressed her
up as a fairy for Halloween. Those pictures were up on Mike’s board at home and
he thought these pictures would be a good addition to them.
Mike was a little surprised by the amount of presents he got. He had insisted
to Grandma that it wasn’t necessary but she laughed and shook her head and Mike
was immensely glad he’d thought to get her things too because otherwise he’d
feel like ass. He got a thick encyclopedia full of strange and bizarre
information and laughed when Misha insisted he didn’t need that since he
already was one. Misha gave him a necklace made of knotted leather and Mike
couldn’t resist gently kissing him.
“I kind of really like belonging,” Mike told Misha softly as they watched
Calliope trying to pull back the shiny paper and put it in her mouth. When
Misha looked curiously over at him, Mike leaned forward and kissed him once
more. “You make feel like I don’t have to try and belong.”
“I know,” Misha murmured and kissed him back with a smile. “Because you do
belong. For all we know, Calli was calling you Da Da this morning and not me.”
Mike laughed and scooted a little closer to his boyfriend. Certainly the best
Christmas ever, even if it was the first.

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All morning Jared had been waiting for this. For the first time in his
seventeen years alive Christmas morning didn’t hold the same level of
excitement that he was used to it being. Instead, he was eagerly awaiting
lunch, when the Ackles would come over and Jensen and he would make their
relationship official. He was fairly certain both their parents already knew
but since they hadn’t addressed it out loud, Jensen and he had reached the
conclusion that they should.
It might mean they wouldn’t be allowed to crash at each other’s places any more
but Jared was willing to take the risk. He wanted to be able to treat Jensen
like his boyfriend no matter where they were. And, well, Jared sort of wanted
his parents to have time to adjust to the idea that he and Jensen were going to
be long term. They might call him too young for that kind of declaration but
Jared was prepared to hold his ground.
“What’s the matter Jared? We thought you wanted the iPhone.” Jared’s mom
dropped down beside him on the couch, squeezing his knee.
Jared flushed and looked down at the phone he’d been clutching. Of course he
wanted the iPhone, who didn’t? And he felt the pinch of guilt for making his
mom look so concerned. “I do want it! I’m so excited about! I was just
waiting…”
Her smiled was soft and fond and she leaned forward to kiss his temple. “I
know. Don’t worry; they should be here at any minute.”
This was part of how Jared knew that his mom was well aware of their
relationship. But he thought it showed a certain level of responsibility on
their part that they were willing to make the official announcement. It seemed
really unlikely that they’d freak out about it or anything but Jared was still
nervous. Jensen thought that was adorable, however, Jared wasn’t certain he
really wanted to be adorable.
There was a knock on the door and Jared jumped off the couch, bouncing across
the living room to the front door before he could even call out, “I’ve got it!”
Tugging the front door open, Jared grinned instantly when his eyes met his
boyfriend’s and he forced himself not to jump forward into the boy’s arms.
“Hey.” He smiled a little softer at them; dropping his gaze and pulling the
door open wider for the Ackles family. “Come on in guys.”
“Good to see you Jared,” Mrs. Ackles smiled at him, touching his arm as she
passed.
“You too.” Jared smiled politely back and watched as Mackenzie then Mr. Ackles
passed. Jensen had fallen to the back of the line and Jared’s breath caught a
little in his throat when he stepped in. Jared really couldn’t say why, it
wasn’t like Jensen was dressed special or anything. He simply looked gorgeous
as usual and he smiled up at Jared softly, fingers brushing over his side.
“Hey,” Jared whispered, grasping his hand and squeezing quickly before letting
go.
“Hi.” Jensen whispered back and wet his lips. Jared knew that look, Jensen
wanted to kiss him hello, wanted to hold him close and everything but they
couldn’t. Not yet.
"Boys, come help with lunch," Jared's mom called from the kitchen and their
almost moment was shattered.
"I got an iPhone." Jared lifted his new phone to show Jensen as they headed
toward the kitchen.
Jensen grinned and held up a thin black device. "I got a kindle. I'll show you
mine if you show me yours."
Jared snorted at the bad joke but they switched devices anyway, Jensen happily
telling Jared all the books he'd already downloaded. They ended up not being
all that much help for the lunch, both too busy pressing up against each
other’s sides and pointing out interesting things about their new toys.
Megan and Mackenzie were giggling almost constantly in the living room – Jared
didn’t even want to know what about – and their moms were lamenting how sad it
was not to have their oldest sons with them this Christmas. When they were all
younger, when Mackenzie and Megan were just babies, they had spent Christmas
together every year. It was sort of pleasantly surreal to be doing it again,
since everything had stopped when Jared and Jensen’s fight cause a rift in the
family.
They sat down for ham, potatoes, and other various succulent things shortly
after one and Jared shifted his chair too close to Jensen’s, the nerves
building once more. Their dads were contemplating who might win the game that
day but Jared tuned it out, staring down at his potatoes instead and trying to
remind himself how good everything would taste if he could just get himself to
eat.
About the time Jensen’s hand settled on Jared’s thigh under the table, his mom
seemed to pick up on the fact that he wasn’t stuffing his face like he normally
would. She frowned and cleared her throat, setting her fork down. “Jared?
What’s the matter?”
Jared looked up, startled at being addressed as the conversation around the
table faded off. “Uh,” he murmured and looked over at Jensen who blushed but
dipped his head in a nod. “Well, actually, Jensen and I wanted to talk to you
guys about something.”
“You’re not breaking up are you?” Mackenzie said quickly, her eyes widening as
she flipped blonde hair over her shoulder.
“Mack!” Jensen almost squeaked and looked around quickly. The flush on his
cheeks darkened and he sighed, looking down. “No. We’re not breaking up. We
just wanted to officially come out as a couple to you guys because, even though
you obviously know, we just wanted to make sure there weren’t any
misunderstandings about the whole… thing.”
Jared was slightly annoyed but mostly relieved when their parents burst into
laughter, their sisters joining in. He shared an annoyed look with Jensen
before groaning. “Shut up. This is important to us.”
“Oh baby, we know it is,” Mrs. Ackles insisted, fighting against her laughter.
“We just think it’s cute is all.”
“And very grown up.” Jared’s dad quickly added, smiling at them with a level of
clear acceptance that had Jared’s heart swelling. Part of him had thought maybe
their dads would have the hardest time being okay with their idea of their sons
together. But apparently they’d already all had this conversation and agreed
that supporting them was the best idea.
“You two really aren’t that sneaky,” Megan pointed out with a wave of her fork,
rolling her eyes with Jared stuck his tongue out at her. “We’ve pretty much all
seen you kissing.”
“Oh,” Jensen muttered and stabbed at his potatoes, his cheeks so red it was a
little painful. “Well, then, you’ll be okay with us going to the same college
together.”
“Oh? Have you made a decision where you’re going?” Mr. Ackles asked as the last
of the laughter eased off and everyone went back to eating.
“Well, we talked with Chad, and Mike and Misha. Misha isn’t going to school
because of Calli, he’s going to just try and do work for a while until she’s
older. So obviously Mike doesn’t want to go very far away. And Chad can’t
cause-“ Jared cut his ramble short as Jensen squeezed his thigh to thankfully
stop him from saying anything about Mr. Kane. “Uh, finances. So, we’re thinking
CSU. Fort Collins is only twenty minutes away; we’d still be close to here and
everyone else. And, they have a really good business program.”
“And a good medical program.” Jensen added and smiled over at Jared. “So we’re
gonna accept their offers and request to room together in the dorms. That
pretty much covers all of it.”
Their parents shared looks that sort of freaked Jared out a little before they
were all smiling and nodding. Jared didn’t want to think about his parents
knowing Jensen’s well enough to speak without words but he thought maybe it was
just an adult thing.
“That sounds great boys. Just let us know how we can help. It’s good to see you
both taking a real interest in your future.” Mrs. Ackles smiled softly at them,
looking nothing but proud.
“Does that mean it’s still okay with us to get together with Chad, Mike and
Misha after we eat?” Jensen asked with his best, most winning smile. “We wanted
to exchange gifts and you know, this is Chad’s first Christmas after
everything…”
Jared watched sympathy cross their mothers’ faces and he had to look away to
keep from laughing. After all, Chad was so much happier living with Mr. Kane.
His Christmas this year was probably somewhere close to perfect. Of course, all
his parents knew was that Mr. Kane was apparently a very nice teacher that had
opened his door to a student in need.
“Sure, you boys can go over there. Chad could probably use some friends this
Christmas.” Jared’s mom smiled and pushed a bowl of green beans to Jared. “Just
eat first.”
Jared laughed and reached out for the bowl. He was in too good of a mood to
complain about eating vegetables at this point. Jensen smiled at him and
squeezed his thigh again and Jared was pretty sure this was the most perfect
Christmas ever.

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When Chad woke his first thought was not yay, it’s Christmas! Instead, it was
him rolling over to find a cold bed and something more along the lines of why
the hell is Christian up so early? Chad had no desire to open his eyes or move
out from under the covers that were keeping him so warm, but something smelled
very good and Chad couldn’t help blinking a few times, wincing at the soft
light spilling from around the blinds.
Chad didn’t actually realize it was Christmas until sometime after he had
rolled over and burrowed back under the blankets. Good smell or not, Chad was
absolutely certain there was no reason to be up before noon during winter
break. Just because his older – and as he insisted, more mature – boyfriend
said sleeping in was a waste of the day, didn’t mean Chad had to follow the
same logic.
But it wasn’t that much later when the bed was dipping again and Ickis was
there snuffling over him, trying to get under the blanket. Chad groaned and
turned from the dog, only to find himself with a face full of cat fur.
“God, what’s with you two?” He grunted and finally gave up on the idea of more
sleep, twisting around and flopping out on his back. Oblina scooted over,
curling against his neck, and Ickis walked across his stomach.
"It's Christmas Chad, they just want some holiday cheer," Christian came nearly
sweeping into the room, balancing a tray of food. "But they both better be on
their way because that bed isn't big enough for the four of us."
This was how Chad remembered what day it was and he sat up, staring at
Christian with wide eyes. There'd never been a reason to acknowledge the
holiday before. Besides the gift Jared always gave him, his parents didn't
really address it. And since his mom was currently on some cruise in the
Bahamas, Chad had figured it would be the same this year.
Only Christian had decorated the entire house and his friends were coming over
later and Chad had even gone Christmas shopping. Still, somehow, the day had
managed to slip his mind. Now he sat up, smiling softly up at Christian. “I
forgot it was Christmas.”
There was a brief moment when Chad could see a flicker of sadness cross
Christian’s face before he was clearing his throat and crossing the room.
“Well, it’ll be the last time you do. From here on out I’m gonna make every
holiday super special.”
Sometimes, Chad wondered if Christian saw him as a fixer upper project, like he
got a little thrill out of putting his broken pieces back together. When he
thought about it long enough it made something churn unpleasantly in his gut
but then Christian would get this look in his eyes, this warmth that Chad
couldn’t deny and that churning would fade away. Like now, as he set the tray
of food on the night stand and shooed Ickis and Oblina out of the room.
“I didn’t mean it in a bad way you know,” Chad murmured, running a hand up
through his hair to try and flatten it out. Judging from the fond look in
Christian’s eyes, it didn’t get him very far. “Just, forgot is all. Mind too
caught up on you and this whole new…” Chad cut himself off before he said
world. He might have lived a slightly deprived life but he knew Disney well
enough to not walk into that joke.
Laughing quietly, Christian closed the door behind the animals and turned back
to walk over to the tray. "Well I plan on spoiling you so much on every holiday
you'll be counting down
the days."
Chad grinned as he watched the man lift the tray. "So breakfast in bed?"
"Part of the spoiling." Christian settled the tray on the other side of Chad.
As their lips touched Chad instinctively move closer and Christian moaned, like
the way Chad always silently asked for more was the hottest thing he’d ever
see.
Chad was still naked so he was finding Christian’s sweats rather annoying at
the moment and he pulled at the man’s shirt, falling back from the kiss to tug
the offending material off. “Should have just cooked naked,” he murmured with a
soft laugh, head falling back as Christian climbed over him on the bed and
started sucking kisses along his neck.
“There are places I’d rather bacon grease not get,” Christian pointed out with
his own laugh and pulled back, smirking at Chad. “We must put this on hold, I
don’t want to food to be completely cold.”
“Food is trumping potential blow job?” Chad’s brows rose and he sighed.
“Typical men. Gotta think with their stomach then their dick then their brain.”
Christian snorted and rolled to the side, slipping under the blanket and
sitting up against the headboard so he could drag the tray of food onto his
lap. “So I suppose that officially makes you the girl in our relationship?”
Feigning as much offense as he could muster, Chad slumped against Christian’s
side and pouted, lower lip jutting out. “You wouldn’t love me if I were a
girl.”
“Sure I would. I’d probably just adopt you as a little sister or something
because the girl thing just doesn’t get me going.” Christian mumbled around a
mouthful of bacon which likely made his words a lot less… crass. Or something.
Chad kind of loved the way he was right now. They’d been out of school for just
about a week and he and Christian were definitely falling into a comfortable
sort of normality. They’d even gotten things taken care of at the police
station with Chad’s statement, and they’d finished blocking the rest of the
Spring play so when they went back to rehearsing in January they wouldn’t have
to do much work. Mostly though, they relaxed, Christian read with the sexiest
pair of glasses in the world, and Chad played the PS3 that Christian claimed he
had long before Chad came but he seriously doubted it.
That was alright; sometimes Chad loved being spoiled by Christian. Sometimes it
felt like too much, or like he didn’t deserve it, but every time it felt like
it was too much, Christian brought him back from the edge of that. He told Chad
that he had to learn it was normal to be selfish sometimes, that wanting
things, wanting people’s attention, was completely normal. Chad forced himself
to understand and believe it because Christian had suggested therapy once and
Chad really didn’t want that.
Possibly one of the best things though was the way Chad was healing. He
couldn’t explain to Christian what it felt like to watch his bruises disappear
and know they wouldn’t ever be coming back. Chad didn’t have to wait for the
next ball to drop, he didn’t have to creep around the house and pray his dad
didn’t hear him. Christian was even going out of is way not to drink any
alcohol though Chad insisted it was alright, he appreciated the special thought
anyway.
“Where have you gone?” Christian murmured after a while spent in silence, his
hand sliding through Chad’s hair even as his free one grabbed another piece of
bacon.
Chad had silently been cutting off and enjoying pieces of the chocolate chip
pancakes Christian had made and he laughed softly, tilting his head up toward
his boyfriend. “I got lost in my mind for a big there. It was rather
terrifying.”
“I imagine it would be.” Christian smirked, ducking in time to miss the swing
of Chad’s syrup covered fork. “Let’s make a deal though. How about no thinking
about the past today? How about you just have one full day not comparing your
new life to the old one?”
Chad was silent through another few bites of pancakes, contemplating
Christian’s request and the probability that he could actually do that. Of
course, if he voiced his doubts about it, Christian would probably tell him the
best he could do was try. So Chad nodded and smiled at the man once more.
“Yeah, okay. I’ll try.”
“That’s all I ask.” Christian’s smile softened until he snatched the fork from
Chad’s hand and helped himself to the pancakes.
“Do you miss your parents?” Chad asked quietly, snatching a piece of bacon and
looking down at it as he waited for Christian to answer. He knew that
Christian’s parents died when he was younger, that he said he didn’t even
remember them, but Chad understood the different ways to miss someone.
Christian hummed thoughtfully as he finished off the last of the large stack of
pancakes. Chad was just beginning to consider taking back the question when the
man answered. "I miss the idea of parents. Maybe you get that. It's this time
of year that's the worse I suppose, when you see what everyone else has and you
wish you knew what it felt like."
This was one of those moments when Chad knew that Christian had been sent to
him for a reason. He could put into words exactly what Chad had thought but
couldn't say. "Yeah. I use to listen to Jared talk about how great his
Christmas was and I'd lie. I'd make up a grand story about my Christmas and how
awesome it was." Chad laughed a little weakly and shook his head. "I can
remember the only gift I ever got from them. A new pair of pants. I had thought
it was so amazing."
That flicker of sadness was back on Christian's face and he turned to gently
kiss Chad's temple. "Honestly, and I hope you take this in a good way, I hate
your parents. My grandma used to say that you should never hate someone, that
the emotion was too strong to be given out but I think with them, they deserve
it."
Lips pursing, Chad thought about hate, what it meant to feel so strongly, and
he sighed. "I'm not sure I can hate them but I feel like I should. Should I?"
The smile on Christian's face was a little breath taking, like the words Chad
had said had completely blown his mind. "No. If you can't hate them, it just
makes you more amazing."
Laughing softly, Chad shook his head but managed to resist vocally denying it.
"You never told me how your parents died."
Christian sighed softly and moved to set the tray of empty plates to the side.
"It was a car accident. Black ice on the road. I was four, staying with a
babysitter. I don’t even remember that night, too young but I can sometimes
remember my mom's voice though it's kind of like a dream you know?"
Something tight clenched in Chad's chest and he scooted closer to Christian
like he could take away the sadness in his eyes just by being near. "That's so
young. God, I can't imagine how that must have felt."
"I'm not sure I got it, you know? I was too little to really understand what it
meant, hearing that my mom and dad wouldn’t be coming home." Christian smiled
sadly at Chad and slid fingers down his cheek. "My grandma was really good to
me. So even though I missed really knowing my parents, I was happy."
"Good. I would have been really sad if you weren't happy." Chad grinned at
Christian and slid across his lap, arms draping over his shoulders. "I got you
Christmas gifts."
Christian stared at him with slightly wide eyes, likely because Chad was still
naked and his half hard cock was brushing over Christian’s abs. He cleared his
throat and slowly stroked fingers down Chad's sides. "Anything good?"
"You'll see." Chad murmured and rocked forward, his ass purposefully rolling
along Christian's cotton covered cock. "Wanna give you something else first
though."
A moan caught in Christian's throat and he rocked up, his fingers slowly
curling around Chad's cock and squeezing. "And what's that?"
"Me." Chad answered without hesitation, thrusting up into the loose ring of
Christian's fingers. "Want you to fuck me Christian, been waiting so long. I
swear I'm all better, won't hurt me."
"God, sometimes you make me feel a little crazy you know? Like you're just too
much." Christian rolled them in one swift motion, pinning Chad to the bed and
grinning down at him.
Hair fell on either side of. Chad's head, giving him the illusion they were in
some private world. "When I was younger I used to close myself off with pillows
under my bed and pretend it was my secret cave."
Christian's smile was soft and fond as he considered this. "Did it make you
feel safe?"
"When nowhere else did, yeah." Chad rolled his body up, lips parting with the
wave of pleasure that followed. "Don't gotta pretend anymore."
"Don't have to." Christian corrected with a breathy laugh.
"Will you fuck me?" Chad whispered, hands sliding down Christian's back. He was
almost a little worried that Christian wouldn’t, that his hesitation thus far
wasn’t just about Chad being injured but everything else too. The giant age
gap, the student thing – which was not at all minor – and Chad’s shaky past.
But his worries seemed to be temporarily unfounded. Because Christian growled
low in the back of his throat and slid up to his knees, shoving hard until he
could kick out of his sweats. Chad would never get tired of the look in his
eyes.
It made him feel powerful, knowing he could affect Christian like that. It also
made him completely hard and eager for the next step.
Christian slid back between his legs and dropped a bottle of lube and a condom
to the side. Before Chad could beg him to get on with it, wet hot heat
enveloped his cock and a finger nudged along his entrance. They had been
building up to this, Chad already knew what it felt like to be stretched and he
spread his legs a little Wider, greedy for more.
Chad felt each finger, the slow stretch and caress, absolutely perfect. But it
was no longer enough. Christian’s mouth moved over him sloppy wet and
overheated until Chad was begging without forming any real words. He'd needed
Christian for so long it was maddening.
Then cool air was coating his cock as Christian pulled completely free and
crawled up him. Their eyes met and they shared a warm smile.
"You sure?" Christian asked quietly maybe more because he felt like he had too.
Of course, Christian didn't have to ask, it was more than okay. And no part of
Chad was hesitant any longer. "Yes, very sure. Aren't you?" There were those
nerves again. How could Chad ever compete with anyone Christian had had before?
"Completely. No idea how long I've wanted you," Christian murmured and their
lips met in another slow, languid glide.
Then Christian was pulling back and Chad stared up at the ceiling, listening to
the tear of foil and the hitch in Christian's breath. When their eyes met again
Chad lifted his legs and Christian smiled his approval.
There was the brief touch of something slick and blunt before the following
stretch. Sharper, the burn more intense, and Chad sucked in his breath and held
it. He forced himself to relax and closed his eyes, deep steadying breaths that
lengthened with each push of Christian forward.
He hadn't thought that a cock would feel so much different from three fingers
but Christian was longer, thicker. It felt like it took forever for the man to
finally be buried in him and the moment he was, Chad felt his heart skip a
beat. It was silly and sentimental to suddenly feel complete but that was the
only way to describe it.
Chad was so lost in the sensation he didn't hear Christian talk at first. Then
gentle fingers were touching his cheek and he opened his eyes to see worried
ones looking back at him.
"Too much?" Christian asked quietly, already withdrawing.
"No." Chad grasped his arm quickly to keep him from backing further away,
leaving Christian no choice but to slide forward once more. That had Chad
arching his body, digging his heels into the mattress to drive himself further
up. “God, Christian.”
“Jesus,” Christian gasped softly and drew back, thrusting steadily forward a
moment later. There was no hesitation to his movements, a quick in and out that
increased with each inhale. Christian’s moans were low and deep, echoing around
them and driving Chad insane.
Chad forced his eyes open because he had to watch Christian move, the way his
hair swayed with each thrust. Chad couldn’t help it, reaching up to thread his
fingers up into his boyfriend’s hair and savoring the slick slide along his
fingers. Yeah, he had a thing for Christian’s hair that he really couldn’t
escape. There was no way to describe how it felt, Christian thrusting into him,
and Chad clenched around him, panting heavily as his spine continued to twist
up toward his boyfriend’s body.
“Christian,” Chad moaned and wrapped his legs tight around Christian’s body,
holding him there as pleasure peaked and flared through him. Without even being
touched, just the lingering ghost wet of Christian’s mouth from before and the
repeated thrust of the man’s cock into his prostate, Chad’s entire body tensed
and his orgasm burned through him.
“Fuck.” Christian groaned, maybe because he found the idea of Chad losing it so
easily appealing. His hips stilled and Chad watched his lips part, flush as his
eyes fluttered closed and the pleasure of his orgasm coursed through him.
When Christian collapsed on him, all of the remaining air whooshed out Chad’s
lungs and it was enough to make him smile. His arms slowly wrapped around
Christian, stroking down his back and laughing at the sweat damp muscles. “Old
man.”
“Excuse me.” Christian pushed his hands into the mattress and he lifted up,
peering down at Chad with slightly wide eyes. “I just made you come without
being touched and the first thing you say is old man?”
Chad grinned and shook his head, slowly dropping his legs to the mattress. He
felt weak and loose, muscles stretched and skin damp. If he focused on it - if
he wasn’t trying to catch his breath and ease off the race of his heart - Chad
thought he might be able to feel Christian still throbbing in him. “I meant it
with all my fondest endearments I swear.”
“Mmhmm.” Christian laughed softly and pulled back, dropping to his side next to
Chad and gently wiping the hair off his brow. “How you feelin’?”
“Amazing.” Chad grinned sleepily over at Christian and wet his lips. “Can we do
that all the time now? Like, three or four times a day?”
Christian blinked a few times and snorted, pressing his lips to Chad’s collar
bone. “I am not seventeen Chad. My rebound time is not nearly as impressive.”
“Mmm.” Chad agreed with a slow nod then shrugged. “Two times at least? Morning
and night?”
“Never at school.” Christian pulled back to meet Chad’s gaze once more and this
time it was completely serious. “This is more than important now Chad. You live
here, we can’t raise suspicion to anything okay?”
The smile fluttered off Chad’s face and he sighed, dropping his gaze. “Maybe I
should drop out.”
“Bite your tongue,” Christian snapped and rolled his eyes. “Jesus, Chad, my
dick was just in you less than two minutes ago, can we savor the moment for a
little while?”
Chad snorted and turned into Christian, slipping an arm over his waist and
tucking his leg between Christian’s and pressing his lips to the man’s chest.
He fell into silence for a while, listening to Christian breath, thinking about
how nice it would be to take a nap after a morning of food and sex. Then, “can
we have sex once more before everyone else comes over?”
Christian hummed thoughtfully and laughed. “Alright. But not in the living
room. I am not looking my students in the eye in a room I had sex in a half
hour before.”
“Oh come on, you’re kinky like that.” Chad laughed and snuggled a little
closer. He really didn’t need any presents - though those would likely be nice
- Chad was already positive that this was the absolute best Christmas ever.

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“Did you know-”
“Mike. Honestly. It’s Christmas. Spare us a day would you?” Chad sighed with as
much dramatic flair as he could muster and carried the tray of cookies across
the living room, setting them on the table once he was certain Ickis was
outside.
“But it’s really interesting,” Mike defended and reached out for a cookie,
grinning up at Chad. When no one said anything more - just the soft sound of
laughter and the background soundtrack of the Christmas CD Christian was
obsessed with - Mike continued. “Slugs have four noses.”
Jared and Jensen groaned at the same time Misha snorted into his hot chocolate,
sending little fluffs of whipped cream up around him. Chad shook his head,
dropping onto the couch beside Christian and curling up against his side. He
was glad that he’d convinced the man to stay, it made him feel less like the
fifth wheel. The M’s got to be together and the J’s got to be together so Chad
was confident the C’s should be too.
“I don’t get it,” Christian said quietly against Chad’s ear as Jared noted a
few vulgar jokes about the splashes of cream on Misha’s lips.
“It’s Mike’s thing.” Chad smiled softly over at him, laying a hand gently on
Christian’s abs. He’d tried to explain his friends to Christian but it was
complicated. After all, Chad wasn’t sure how to break everyone down into words
that existed in the English language. “Random facts, he’s a really strange
person.”
“I’m not strange,” Mike called out, effectively ceasing the conversation in the
room. Everyone looked at him, at his Yamaka, his gaudy reindeer sweater, and
his tight yellow and brown plaid pants. Mike looked down as well and rolled his
eyes. “Okay. A little strange. The facts, however, are real truths that I feel
everyone should know. And just think, one day you’ll remember these facts when
the conversation you’re having is getting boring, and it’ll spice things up
again.”
“Fair enough.” Christian nodded and smiled at them, his hand curving around
Chad’s neck for a moment as he leaned forward and gently kissed his temple.
“Going to check on the kids and get more drinks. Don’t have too much fun
without me.”
Chad watched him go and smiled softly, dragging his teeth slowly over his lip.
When he looked back toward his friends they were all watching him with clear
suspicion. “What?”
“Dude, you’ve got Bambi eyes.” Jensen snorted and reached out, slapping his
calf. “What happened?”
“Did he propose?” Jared suggested with a wide grin.
“I bet he got him a pretty ring.” Misha offered, his grin just as wide, still
smeared with whipped cream.
“It’s probably engraved with his name.” Mike agreed with a nod, at least having
the decency to try not and grin with the clear amusement his friends were
having on his behalf.
“Oh, I bet he sang it to.” Jensen smirked, reaching out to snag a cookie. “Did
he sing his proposal.”
“Jesus you guys are like, evil. Or something.” Chad rolled his eyes, annoyed
that he couldn’t come up with a better come back. “Would you drop it?”
“Something happened,” Jared insisted and watched Chad for a long moment until
his eyes slowly widened and Chad looked away because he knew his best friend
had figured it out. “Oh my god you guys had sex.” He whisper hissed the words,
leaning across the table.
Chad looked quickly over his shoulder to make sure Christian wasn’t around and
when he turned back the four boys had scooted impossible close. “What? You want
details.”
“Yes!” It came out like a shout because the four said it all at once, making
Chad flinch.
There had to be something really perverted about them all wanting details about
their teacher. Especially since these were his friends and he knew the kind of
details they wanted. “It was good, great. Both times.”
“Two times!”
“When?”
“This morning?”
“Oh god did it happen in here?”
Chad wasn’t sure who said what and he looked around at the four of them with a
lot less disbelief than he probably should have. “Are you guys for real?”
“Of course we are,” Jared insisted once more and reached out, slapping Chad’s
arm. “Come on! You’re sleeping with a what? Twenty nine year old? Dude! You’re
like our in to live sexy porn.”
Chad blinked at Jared then looked over at Jensen, rolling his lips together.
“Did you realize your boyfriend is kind of messed up in the head?”
“I believe he makes valid points.” Jensen shrugged and reached out to ruffle
Jared’s hair. “Unless you’re willing to provide video proof of course.”
“Oh Jesus Christ.” Chad groaned and bent forward until his head dropped hard
down onto the coffee table. “You guys are just-” Whatever more Chad had to say
was drowned out but the sudden burst and swell of laughter. Chad slowly looked
up and the boys were all slumping toward each other, shaking with their
amusement, and Chad was beginning to get the feeling that he’d just been
played. Big time. “You guys fucking suck.”
“Oh come on Chad!” Jared snorted, wiping at his eyes. “Do you really think we
want details about our teacher? Not all of us are pervs like you!”
Chad hated that they’d actually managed to make him blush and he blew out an
annoyed breath, folding arms over his chest. “Get out of my house. All of you.
Go away and never speak to me again.”
“Obviously I’ve missed something interesting.” Christian said as he came back
into the room, carrying fresh mugs of hot chocolate. When Chad looked up and
shook his head, Christian nodded. “Alright, I won’t ask.”
“Best Christmas ever.” Mike pointed out and snatched up the nearest mug,
sipping from it.
Misha snorted and shook his head. “You’re Jewish.”
“Yeah, I know.” Mike grinned and shrugged. “Which is what makes it the best.”
“I’ll second that,” Chad murmured and slumped against Christian’s side. He
turned into the automatic touch from the man and decided that even if he never
got this again, if something happened and suddenly Chad didn’t have any of
this, he would still be happy with this memory.
“Love you,” Christian whispered against his ear and yeah, it probably just got
a little bit better.
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