Author's Note: Hey everyone! I'm back with my first ever Christmas story. I don't even think I've ever really incorporated a holiday into a story, but if I did it was not a big focus at all. I also don't have any stories where the main characters are already a couple. So, I figured here's a cute, full of smut, Christmas story where Joey and Chandler are already a couple and all their friends know. Hope you enjoy, please read and review! Happy Holidays Everyone!
I come home from work and find my lovely boyfriend, yes boyfriend Joey, in the kitchen. His face is stuffed in the fridge, probably hoping he'll find food hiding in the back somewhere. I smirk and quietly shuffle over behind him. He starts standing up and I quickly pinch his butt cheek and he jumps the rest of the way up and turns around with a glaring smirk.
"Hey, watch it," he playfully warns me.
"Sorry, there was a cute ass in my way," I grin at him and his smile only widens as he leans in to give me my kiss hello. I kiss him back happily. He then holds up a beer he has in his hand.
"Want one?" he offers.
"Nah, I'm good. I'm satisfied enough with these," I tease and lean back in for more of his lips. I feel him smile around my mouth as he hungrily kisses me back. He pushes me forward so he can get the fridge door closed. He reaches over to place his unopened beer on the counter and uses his hands instead to pull me even closer. I brush up against him, running my hands through his hair as I take in my delicious treat of his lips. Much to Joey's disappointment, my mind starts to wander and soon I pull back, looking over at the windows of our apartment.
"We should put a tree up," I state out of nowhere.
"A Christmas tree?" he clarifies.
"Yeah, wouldn't it look nice by the windows? We could push the couch over there for a while," I suggest, pointing to the opposite side of our apartment.
"Sure, whatever you want," he responds and is already leaning back into my lips. I kiss him once and then withdraw again. He frowns at me, visibly bummed by my lack of not having sex with him.
"No, I'm serious. This is our first Christmas together. I think it would be fun. We can pick out a tree, decorate it, make a whole night out of it," I say, ignoring his silent pouts.
"Okay, you got it," he agrees and once again attempts to pull me back, but I'm staring off towards the windows and interrupt his attempts by saying: "Alright, let's go get one!"
"Right now?" Joey whines.
"Yeah, you said 'you got it', lets go pick out a tree and set it up tonight!" I exclaim, excited.
"How about in… twenty minutes?" Joey impishly challenges.
I tilt a knowing smirk at him.
"Joseph…" I tease in a parent-like voice. "Only twenty minutes?"
His eyebrows rise instantly.
"Wow, building some endurance are ya?" He says with a huge grin.
I keep my stare matched with his until I fold.
"No, twenty is already a huge exaggeration," I laugh and he laughs too, expecting us to get started on this timed lovemaking right now, but I distractedly turn and grab his coat off the foosball table.
"Chandler," he says watching me, still surprised by my rejections towards him.
The truth is, we've been together almost a year now and don't get me wrong, I'm still immensely attracted to Joey and love jumping into bed with him any chance I get, but I'm a the point now where sometimes couple things like sharing our first Christmas together gets me more excited than sex…sometimes. I mean I'm literally the last person in the world to care about holidays, but having someone like Joey to share them with makes me the most sentimental, cliché guy out there.
"I'm sorry Joe, I just, I've never been so serious with someone at Christmas. The only other person I've spent Christmas with is Janice and we both know how that went," I remind him. His face scrunches up at even the mere mention of Janice's name. I walk back over to him and run my hands down his arms.
"I promise I'm not gonna forget," I say, pretty smoothly if I may say so myself. I kiss him lightly on the lips. He licks his lips into a smile and grabs his coat.
We return with a six-foot tree. We lug it into our apartment and drop it on the living room floor. We drag the couch across the room and then finally stand the tree up in front of the windows.
"Alright, I'm exhausted," Joey states.
I look at him.
"You still have work to do."
"Chandler, I'm tired, we can work on the tree more tomorrow," he complains.
I cross my arms.
"I'm not talking about the tree," I say and wait for him to catch on.
He instantly perks up when it clicks.
"Oh, that work I can do," the words roll off his tongue in a devilish manner.
He walks right over to me and wraps his arms around me.
I pretend I'm still being stern with him and keep my arms crossed.
He kisses me and I pretend not to care so he dips down, lowering his hands below my ass and literally picks me up, carrying me to fucking bedroom.
God, I love my boyfriend.