Michaelishious - Vol. 2018

Dec. 16: The Christmas Tree

Author's note:

This imagine is based on the story 'My Fucking Smooth Criminal', and the sequel 'Smooth Xscape'. Michael has multiple personalities, and this is one of them. And Gail is his... wife.
I guess you can read this one without reading the stories, but don't get offended by Gail going off at him. She has her reasons.
Oh and, he calls her 'Missy' for practical reasons.

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"Missyyyy?!!"

I groaned and widened my eyes, as Joe came stumbling through the door, in thick clothes, and snow all over him.

"JOE!!! GET OUT!"

I waved my arms to shoo him away, but it was too late. His untied scarf was too long, and in his eager to tell me whatever it was, he stepped on it and fell straight on his nose. Of course he did...

"OOOW!"

"Goddamit, Joe! Now there's snow everywhere, thanks to you! Why couldn't you take off your clothes before you came in? Or at least brush off all the snow and take your shoes off? But noooo... Always the Joe-way!"

I squinted at him for a while, before I decided to help him up. But the melting snow made the floor so slippery, that I ended up falling on top of him instead. And poor Joe groaned loudly.

"That... Was... My... Oooooh...!"

I started laughing, while I tried to get back onto my feet. But it was like Bambi on ice. And watching Joe writhing around on the ground, cupping his balls, didn't do it any less funny. Of course I felt bad for him, but it was his own fault, really. And I had to admit that he was awfully cute, looking like a snow bunny, in all those clothes.

"Oh, Joe..." I sighed, and shook my head. Then I started giggling again.

"I guess there won't be any Jingle Bells tonight, then?"

Joe scowled at me, and pursed his lips. But even though he tried to look offended, he was just too darn cute, and too red in his cheeks, to make me stop laughing. But after a couple of minutes, we were finally back on our feet, both cackling like goofs.

"What was it that you wanted to tell me, Joe?"

"Oh! I've found the perfect tree for us!"

His eyes were beaming like the sun itself, and a childish aura of joy surrounded him.

"Really? You went downtown searching for Christmas trees, looking like one?" I asked, with one arched eyebrow, and watched how his self-conscious gaze retracted to the floor boards for a few moments. But then he shook his head.

"No, Missy. I found a tree here!"
He pointed in the direction of the hill I knew were behind the house.
"You need to come and see! It's sooo beautiful."

Joe rambled on like a waterfall of words about Christmas, trees, decorations and cookies. There was simply no end. And before I even managed to protest, I had let him put on my warmest clothes, and shoved a large, knitted Santa hat down over my head.

"Very funny, Joe. I'm not gonna wear a stupid Santa hat in public. Even if my audience is a bunch of squirrels and an old mouse," I grunted, secretly amused by his eagerness.

"Aaw. Why not? You look so gosh dang hot in it!"

But just as he said that, he slammed his hand over his mouth in embarrassment. His beautiful, brown eyes were wide open, and he was blushing adorably.

"What?" I asked, knowing exactly why. Joe was always so shy. And the fact that his teenage hormones made him horny all the time, made it even cuter, because he constantly tried to hide it.