Matthew Gray Gubler Short Stories - Christmas Edition

Not Tonight Santa #2

Contains innuendo (references to a theme containing smut)

Also; Matthew can play the guitar in this.

No stocking this morning

But that don't make me blue

There's one thing I'm wanting

That I can only get from you.

It was seven am on the morning of Christmas Day and you just couldn't sleep any longer. Forget the presents and the stockings filled with knick-knacks: there was only one thing you were wanting and there was only one person you could get it from: Matthew.

You poked his bare chest with your finger. He shuffled in his sleep but did not wake. You poked him harder. He moaned and rubbed the spot where your nail had left an impression but still he did not wake. Oops. You shook him gently.

"Mhmmmm?" He refused to open his eyes and you couldn't tell if he was still asleep or not.

"It's Christmas Day. Get up."

"Urrrrrrrgh." He groaned. "What time is it?"

"Seven oh three."

"Fuck off."

You knew he didn't mean it in a mean spirited way, it was just that he wasn't a morning person. In fact, the only time he was ever awake this early was if he was getting in from the night before.

"Please?"

He pushed you away gently. "No."

"But I really want to do it now," you whispered in his ear.

That seemed to wake him up a bit – until he realised just what it was you were after. He groaned again.

"Babe, no. Wake me up at a decent hour and then maybe we'll talk."

You let out a frustrated growl. "Fine." You raised the duvet upwards and got out of bed. If he wasn't going to get up then there was no point in you hanging around.

At around nine you tried again.

You opened the bedroom door. "Oh Maaaatthew."

You heard him moan. This was going to fun. Not.

You made your way over to his side of the bed. "Baybeeeeeeee."

His right hand jumped out from under the covers, covering your face. "Sshhhhh, Y/N. It's sleep time."

You rolled your eyes, your eyelashes tickling the pads of his freakishly large hands. You removed his hand from your face and began tugging at it. "Matthew, come on. I've been waiting hours for you and you promised that today was the day when we could finally... you know." You weren't strong enough to pull him off the bed but the pulling was hard enough to make him wince.

"Urgh, OK, OK! Give me five minutes to wake up and then we can have a crack at it."

You squealed. "Yay! I promise it will be worth it."

He just groaned, turning onto his side.

"Merry Christmas, by the way!"

"Yeah, yeah, yeah." He shooed you out of the room with a flick of the wrist. Grinning, you ran down the stairs, to set up the equipment he had promised you both could use and to make sure that the blinds were closed...

"Finally!" You cheered, half exasperated when Matthew appeared an hour and a half later in just his boxers. "Five minutes my ass!"

Matthew pulled a face at you as he yawned and then stretched. He was in a bit of a better mood now.

He walked over to the couch and sat down next to you, leaning in for a kiss. You scrunched your nose up at him in a joking manner but puckered up anyway and he planted a firm kiss to your lips. You kissed him back eagerly.

"I'm guessing you're only after one thing this morning?" He winked at you, tugging at your silk nightdress.

You gave him a shy smile. You had been waiting hours for him to get up but now that he was here, even though you wanted it more than anything, you decided to tease him just a little.

"Kind of."

He was slightly taken aback. "What do you mean 'kind of'?"

You shrugged. "Well... it's just that I've been waiting ages for you and now I'm kind of not in the mood."

"How can you not be in the mood? You've wanted to try this out since I met you." He pointed at the instruments you were going to use. He was still unsure if he wanted to go through with it – and he was the adventurous one.

Again you shrugged. "I was thinking that we could open presents first... and that maybe we should wait until when it's dark out to do it."

"Oh come on! This is my big Christmas gift to you. There might be people round later and I know you certainly don't want an audience - or a chance of Shemar trying to join in because you know he will!"

You thought about it before nodding. "OK, then."

He kissed you again. "That's my girl." He leaned over to pick up the main tools you were going to be using. He handed you yours and you held it firmly in your hands. This was it. You were going to wow him with your skills.

"Not too tight, babe."

"Oops." You blushed bright red.

He told ahold of his. "Ready?"

You bit your bottom lip. "Yeah."

"OK." He nodded. "1...2...3" He started playing the intro to Y/F/S - your favourite song - on his guitar and you joined in on yours keeping perfect timing. You had spent weeks perfecting this and now that Matthew was home you finally got to show him what you had learned whilst he had been away on set. He nodded along, grinning widely at you. You could tell that he was proud of you and, whilst you were quietly confident with your new talents, he had been right. You certainly wouldn't have wanted to do this in front of an audience – or have Shemar singing tunelessly along –and despite him being grumpy earlier it was really shaping up to be a perfect Christmas.