The Naughty List

Chapter 6: A Peculiar Proposition

Quinothy followed his lover across the snow covered square. He saw The Grinch roll his eyes when the Whos began to sing carols. The Grinch suddenly stopped walking when they got to the edge of the square. Less people were there and Quinothy's knees were weak as The Grinch stared down into his cold, gray orbs.
"Look, I need your help," said The Grinch.
"What is it Grinchy?" Whimpered Quinothy.
The Grinch's 9'3 frame looked intimidatingly hot to Quinothy as he towered above his lover's 2'1 height.
"I need you..." said The Grinch.
"I need you," Quinothy replied.
"I'm not finished," continued The Grinch. "I need your help."
Quinothy nodded for his lover to continue. His messy bun was getting mussed in the wind, so he tucked a strand behind his ear as he stared at the furry's 26 pack abs.
"I hate Christmas with every fiber of my being," The Grinch began. "It all began-"
"Shh..." Quinothy whispered. "It can wait, just tell me what you need help with."
The Grinch grinned. "I need you to help my minions and me with something. I know how brilliant you are when it comes to plots and deception."
Quinothy beamed with pride. He felt his face grow red as he blushed. "Oh some people say that uwu," Quinothy said shyly.
"Don't be modest, it's okay," said The Grinch. "Do you want to leave as soon as this event ends?"
Quinothy smiled and nodded as they disappeared into the crowd together.