Merry Chris-mas (BoyxBoy)

Chapter 2 - Show me some lovin'

Hiya! Thanks for reading this far guys~ :D Ah, and I’m sorry that I uploaded this a day late >.< Though the next chapter will be uploaded tomorrow!!! Now I don't wanna go all depressing on you, but my cat got killed today (horrible people!), so this chapter is a little sloppy :(

Nevertheless, I need to stay happy for you guys...

:D

Get ready for some boy on boy action, because Christmas is coming early!!! (well, technically not…)

Anywho! I hope that after reading this, you’ll all have some ideas on how to celebrate Christmas J ‘cause I have plenty more planned for this particular couple! I may even make a new oneshot of Chris and Ross for every event (Valentine’s Day, birthdays etc.) It’s up to you guys!!!

Comment and tell me if you’d like that ;P

Oh, and whoever is kind enough to vote, comment and maybe fan (pwetty pwease ^w^) will get a free cookie from me!!!

Ho Ho Ho! I bet you can’t resist that offer :D Oh, and the first one to comment will get a dedication for the next chapter!!!!!!!!

Right, now’s the time for you to read, and enjoy.

Ross’ POV >.<

“Excuse me, gah, sorry! Ah, uh, my bad, I slippe- Shoot, that’s a foot. Ah, sorry ma’am, just trying to get through- excuse me Sir, oh food!” I managed, slipping through the crowd of people I somehow got caught up in once I saw the buffet table at the edge of the hall. Sorry peeps, but you can’t deny a man food.

At the thought of savouring the delicious cakes they had spread out, I hauled myself out of the many people in the huge room, all talking somewhat peacefully, drinking dozens of alcoholic drinks between them. Che, and they call us teens bad.

Sparing one last glance at the distracted guests, I made my way to the front of the table. Popping a small cherry, with cream on top, into my mouth, I moaned at the yummy taste it had. Mrs Lumley sure can make me moan. Ah, why did that sound so perverted?

I wonder if she decorated this room too. It’s really cool. There was a huge festive tree in one corner of the room, clothed in colourful tinsel and elegant decorative figures. I remember walking past a fire place, that too was covered in pretty sparkles and fun pictures some kids obviously drew. But the fireplace wasn’t what stood out the most. No. The whole room seemed to have a calm, Christmas feel to it.

Red and green candles shone an afterglow over some of the darker areas of the room, and even though the main light was indeed on, the room itself wasn’t bright at all. The ceiling had festive angels dancing and passing presents to one another. I wonder if they were painted on.

Looking outside, through the huge French doors on the far side of the room, I saw the garden of fairy lights, scattered around the darkness outside. Hmmm, I bet that took a while.

I sighed, far too hungry to take in any more of my surroundings, and lent onto a nearby leather chair, licking the excess cream cake I just ate off of my fingers. Ugh, it dripped onto the shirt. Crap, mum's gunna kill me for this!

Whilst trying, and failing miserably, to remove the cream that somehow found it's way onto the 'special' shirt mum got for me, I managed to somehow get more - though this time I had no idea what it was - food onto my trousers. 

Aww damn!

“So, I guess you were able to make it.” An amused voice sounded behind me.

I jumped slightly, not expecting him to be here so soon…. Wait, it’s his parents’ party. Obviously he’ll be here!