Whispered Promises of Love

Feeling His Christmas Joy

The Christmas music filtering through the studio was enough to make Alan want to tear his hair out, but then his hairstylist would murder him, after she'd spent however long taming the floppy mess of his hair. He really should get a haircut. Kyle had been jokingly telling him so for weeks. Even as he'd run his hands through Alan's hair in those tiny stolen moments, that god damn smile so genuine and bright.

His co-star in question entered the waiting room and Alan's eyes widened.

"No. There's no fucking way I'm wearing that festive shit," he blurted.

Kyle looked like Christmas had thrown up over him. Dressed in a sweater that proclaimed Feel The Joy, with little hollies all over it and two hands strategically placed over his pecks and a Santa hat that blinked on and off with brightly coloured lights. Kyle looked absolutely ridiculous, and cute. The lights washed his brown skin in a red, then a green glow. He was always cute. Damn him.

Kyle smiled, cheeks bunching as he stood in front of the couch Alan had been lounging on, waiting for this damn interview to begin so he could get the fuck out of here. "Such a Grinch. You don't have to wear it."

"She's gonna ask where's my sweater and then I'll have to try my best not to be my sarcastic, grumpy self cuz it's fucking Christmas."

"No one expects you to be nice," Kyle chuckled. True. His reputation as a grump preceded him in the entertainment community. "Besides, I'm cute enough for both of us, in this, so you're good. Don't you want to feel my joy?" He cocked his hip and Alan shifted on the couch.

"I want to feel more than that. Fuck you, you tease." His hand twitched but he kept it to himself. Secretly dating his co-star had been a terrible idea from the start.

Terrible because he wanted to kiss his damn boyfriend right the fuck now and feel the shit out of his joy but if someone walked in...

He'd been the one to insist they not go public, so this whole mess was all his doing.

Kyle was the industry's rising golden boy, the super nice actor who was genuinely a good guy, who everyone loved and Alan was the one they loved to hate. He'd gotten his long suffering publicist something expensive and nice, as he usually did every year, just for putting up with his always saying-the-wrong-thing-in-interviews ass. He'd tried to tone done the sarcasm and grumpiness over the years, really he did, but this was just who he was and he didn't want any of his supposed bad boy ways to get Kyle flack for being linked to him in anyway. So the kept this thing secret which was the worst idea because he'd refused Kyle's invitation to come stay with his family for Christmas. It would surely get out that he'd visited Kyle and the already speculating media would eat it up. Alan didn't stay with anyone for Christmas. He was usually alone, not having any supportive family of his own to celebrate with. Hence why he'd gotten a reputation for being a Grinch.

Christmas just didn't have good memories for him. His family had made it clear having a queer son just wasn't on their agenda. Although they occasionally reached out since he'd gotten a measure of fame as an actor. Fuck them, they didn't deserve his love, so he ignored them. He'd always been just fine alone, except now he'd gone and fallen for the most Christmas loving, family-oriented person he knew.

Dammit.

Kyle leaned down. "Just a quickie?"

Alan sighed, acting annoyed but his foolish heart raced as Kyle brushed his mouth against his for a quick kiss, that Alan immediately turned into something more, his tongue flicking out to meet Kyle's. He had a reputation as a bad boy to maintain after all. Then Kyle ruined it by humming. "All I want for Christmas is you." Those lush lips shaping into an amused smile because he knew Alan fucking hated this damn song.