It was cold out, the air was crisp and freezing, Roger looks out the window and touched the cold glass. He huffs and flops on the couch, “Babe! Babe! I’m bored!”
John giggles coming into the room with two steaming cups of hot chocolate, “Are you a jail bird now? Can’t wait for the New Years to come up. Here’s to the end of 1983!”
“I feel like it.” Roger whines pitifully at him, “It hasn’t stopped snowing!”
“Poor baby.” John kisses his cheek and sets the mug downs on the coffee table, “Maybe some holiday cheer will make you feel better.”
“Mm, maybe I do need some holiday cheer.” Roger reaches out for John’s supple arse. He hisses getting blinded by the Christmas lights, “Fucker.”
“Simply have a wonderful Christmas time.” John sings grabbing the record,
“No!” Roger whines, “The Beatles are forbidden in this house! Queen only!” He jokes.
“He wasn’t a Beatle though. This was his solo career.” John giggles,
“I’m telling Freddie you’re being mean.” Roger pouts.
John laughs, “Like I’m scared of him. I’m 5’11ft and he’s 5’7ft on a good day.”
Roger laughs and sips the hot chocolate getting some cool whip on his lip. John giggles and kisses him, “Mm you’re so sweet.”
Roger blushes and giggles softly, “I love you Johnny.”
“I love you too, Goldie.”
They nuzzle their noses together and giggle, “Your nose is cold.” John whispers cupping his cheek running up to his face and touches his nose. John places a soft kiss to his nose, “You need cuddles.”
“ASAP.” Roger giggles, sticking his hands under John’s sweater, AKA Roger’s sweater from when they first started dating eight years, six months, a bazillion days ago, but who’s counting?
John grabs the blanket and pulls it up on them, he snuggles into his chest curling small, “Hey, Rog?”
“Yes baby?”
“You want an early Christmas present?” John asks softly,
Roger kisses his head, “I’d be delighted.”
John scampers off his lap and runs down into the small basement which was basically a small flat. A tiny bedroom, a bathroom with a living room, and a kitchenette. A few minutes later John returns with a little hound dog with big floppy ears.
Roger gasps and reaches over, “Puppy!”
John smiles and hands the happy little thing to him. The puppy licks his face and the tail is going around and around so fast it’s a blur, “Oh Johnny! You got me a puppy!”
John smiles and kisses his cheek, “You talked about wanting your own.”
Roger buries his face into the puppy’s smooth soft fur, “Thank you, John.”
“Anytime honey.”
The doorbell chimes and John giggles going to get it. Brian is there with a small tin of something wrapped in foil. Freddie is clinging to his arm teeth chattering, he only has a light coat on and a hat much too big for his head.
“Jesus on a cracker you need to dress warmer, Fred.” John says rushing them inside.
The hound runs and greets them tail wagging hard. The pooch whines and paws at Brian’s jeans for the tin he’s holding high above, “Not for you.” Brian says gently to the dog.
Roger comes stumbling in clutching his puppy close, “Sorry about Shiloh.”
“Shiloh?” John says softly, “What a lovely name for a lovely puppy.”
There’s smiles around the room as Shiloh gets to know Brian and Freddie. Roger takes the tin of peanut butter candy to the kitchen so Shiloh can’t gobble it down like he desperately wants to.
John and Roger cuddle on the couch, Brian is sprawled out on top of Freddie on the other couch. The older man has a firm grip on Brian’s ass right now and we all know what they’re going to be doing in the basement later that night.
“I love watching Christmas movies and cuddling by the fire.” Roger yawns sleepily,
“I do too, darling!” Freddie calls out yawning as well.
“I believe it’s time to call it a night and go to bed.” John says scooping up Roger in his arms as he gets up,
“Agree. We want Santa to come, don't we Brian?” Freddie teases, making the younger man roll his eyes, “Naughty bugger.”
The couple part words and go to their separate rooms for the night. It was a very peaceful night even, Shiloh seemed to be settled in very nicely. The next morning John was the first one up so he walked Shiloh and got the pup fed. Then John worked on a quick breakfast for his husband and their friends.
Freddie came upstairs in a robe, his hair tousled around wildly and his neck looked like it was attacked by a vampire, “Coffee?” John asks chuckling some,
“6 cream, 6 sugars darling.” Freddie yawns sitting down and tucking into his food.
Roger came downstairs next he kisses John passionately, dipping him down some, “Morning, Goldie.” John chuckles,
“Love you.” Roger yawns sitting down,
“Love you too, you forgot your trousers upstairs.” John kisses his cheek setting his coffee next to him,
“Don’t need trousers.” Roger grouched shoveling scrambled eggs into his mouth.
“Once Brian is awake and fed we’ll open up Christmas presents!” John claps his hands together.
As if on cue Brian stumbles upstairs and chugs down a cup of coffee John had set down for him, “Another!”
John pours him another glass, “Your last one until you get some food in your belly.”
Brian grumbles and limps over to Freddie. He kisses his cheek and sits down to eat. They get their bellies filled and crowd into the living room Shiloh nipping their heels playfully. They plop down on the couch and John starts grabbing at gifts.
Freddie got a lovely bath set including somethings for a facial, a bed set, some new winter clothes, and a few cat accessories.
Brian had gotten some books, clothes, a cool hologram space notebook, a bed set, and something for his red special.
Gifts were passed around more and more until the pile under the tree grew smaller and smaller. The storm started to howl outside and their attention turned to the ceiling. The lights flickered wildly before landing them in the dark. Luckily Roger got the generator running yet they still all cuddled for warmth and opened the remaining presents. It was the best Christmas they’ve had so far and neither of them wanted to change this moment.
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