Danny stepped backwards. He'd just put up the Christmas tree in the living room. The fairy lights were twinkling, tinsel shimmering and other decorations making everything look jolly. He felt a smile creep onto his face, his work looked wonderful. He loved this part of Christmas. But there was just one thing missing from making the spirit of Christmas come about fully, and his name was Tom. With a sigh Danny walked into the kitchen and pulled out the bottle of wine he was supposed to save for Tom's arrival. The thought of Tom not been there ruined his mood and he was starting to feel anger bubble up. He poured himself a glass of the red liquid and walked back into the living room to stand in front of the fire. Tom was in Paris working and wouldn't be home until the 31st December. The thought made Danny's emotions boil even more. It would have been a little more tolerable if his friends actually cared to come over once in a while, but they didn't, and even the dog, Bruce, ignored him when he'd called out.
"It's fucking Christmas and I'm here alone! Oh, don't worry about me, I don't need anyone around during a time when everybody should have somebody!" Danny ranted to the fire. "Stupid fucking Christmas cheer my arse! If they wanted Christmas cheer they'd be here with me! But noooooo, everybody has something better to do than be with Danny Jones!"
"I don't," Danny spun around, sloshing wine over the side of the glass and onto his shirt, some dripping onto the white carpet.
"Tom!" Danny said, a smile splitting his face. He roughly placed the wine on the coffee table before launching himself at Tom, his arms wrapping around the blonde's neck.
"Hey," Tom smiled.
"You're back early!" Danny all but squealed.
"Sure am," Tom grinned before kissing Danny. The kiss was passionate but knowingly loving. "You spilt some wine on your good shirt," Tom rubbed his thumb over the red stain on the pale blue button up Danny was wearing. Then he started to unbutton the shirt, kissing the flesh that was revealed each time he popped a button. Finally Danny's shirt was thrown to the floor.
"Bedroom?" Danny asked when Tom stopped and stared at him.
"No, not tonight," Tom said softly. Danny's face dropped a little, he'd been so ready. Tom flicked the living room light off. The fire and Christmas tree lights engulfed the room in a soft glow. Tom then pulled Danny to the floor, in front of the fire, and kissed him again. "I love you Danny,"
"I love you too, Tom," Danny replied. He was more than happy Tom was home early.