Prompt (057) Christmas
Daniel, Jack
"Jack, can we please go back to the cabin?" Daniel asked, shivering. It was fucking cold in Minnesota in mid-December and he was raised in Egypt. He always kept his apartment a balmy 80-ish degrees Fahrenheit. How did Jack justify making him freeze to death in the Minnesota winter?
He was looking for a tree.
He was looking for a fucking Christmas tree.
Daniel felt like hurting someone. Someone with brown eyes. Someone who was wearing way too little and was way too cheerful for this weather. Someone called Jack.
"Not yet," Jack said, like he had after examining the last five pine trees.
"Why?" Daniel was not whining. He wasn't.
"This one's too short."
"The last one was too thick. Jack, please, I'm fucking freezing out here!"
Jack spared him a glance before moving through the trees again, looking for another suitable Christmas tree. Daniel didn't understand why they didn't just buy a fake one. Easier to set up and take down, less maintenance, and definitely easier to clean up after. Real trees were just a pain in the ass. "Then do jumping jacks or something."
"I can't move enough for jumping jacks," Daniel replied icily.
"Not my fault you couldn't leave the house with less than twenty layers," Jack said, his voice muffled by pine needles as he examined yet another tree.
"Jaaack…"
"Daaaniel…" Jack imitated. Daniel scowled at him. Jack didn't notice.
"I'm going to go back to the cabin," Daniel said, firmly ignoring the voice that told him he was acting like a petulant child.
"In what car?" Jack asked, moving on to yet another tree.
"The truck," Daniel answered.
Jack stopped to look at him. "And leave me here?"
"You could walk," Daniel said.
"Not with a tree," Jack pointed out.
"Then don't get one and come home with me now," Daniel finished.
"We need a tree," Jack said stubbornly.
"Fine. Freeze to death out here, because I am not coming back for you," Daniel snapped, and turned. Before he'd gone three steps, Jack was behind him, arms twining around his waist.
"But then I wouldn't be able to give you your Christmas present," he said, in such a sultry, seductive tone Daniel shivered. And not from the cold this time.
He took a few moments to weigh warmth versus Jack's "present", even though he already knew which he'd chosen. Nevertheless, his sigh was as put-upon as he could make it. "Fine. But you better find a tree quickly, because I won't wait for long."
Jack ruffled Daniel's hair as he moved away, his grin far too smug in Daniel's opinion.