A Bash Brother Christmas
A/N: I am so sorry for the delay! But here's the conclusion! I hope you enjoy it and please leave a review on your way out! Now on to the story!
Chapter 2:
"Hi, Portman! What's up?" Fulton Reed asked, grinning broadly.
"How? What are you doing here?" Dean stuttered, still in shock. "I just spoke to you last night and you were still in Stillwater. How did you get here?"
"I took a bus here today," Fulton replied.
"All the way from Stillwater?" Dean asked in disbelief.
Fulton nodded. "Yeah. You can do that. And it's easier than you'd think."
"Awesome!" Just then he saw Fulton shiver. "Oh I'm such a moron!" He exclaimed sheepishly. "Come inside!" He stepped aside.
"You're not a moron," Fulton told him, picking up his bags and hockey sticks and entered. Kicking the door shut, he dropped his stuff on the floor and grabbed Dean in a huge bear hug.
Dean hugged Fulton tight, still not quite believing this was happening, but not wanting to ever let go. Finally, they pulled back enough to look into each other's eyes. "Fulton," he murmured, feeling a lump begin to form in his throat.
"I've missed you, Dean," Fulton said softly.
"I've missed you too," Dean replied. He began to tremble slightly, and without realizing what he was doing, he brought his hand up to Fulton's face. He started trembling a little harder as he reached out to touch his face. Everything around him faded until he was aware of only himself and Fulton.
"Dean," Fulton whispered, feeling his heart start to pound. He wasn't totally sure what was happening; only that he knew it was special and that he wanted it to happen. He leaned in slightly as his eyes started to close.
Dean's fingers reached Fulton's cheek and his heart started to race. His skin felt soft and smooth and perfect…
"Hey, it's Fulton!" An excited voice exclaimed, causing both of them to jump and breaking the spell.
Of all the rotten luck! "Dammit!" Dean swore under his breath.
"Hi, Dani," Fulton told her, though not taking his eyes off of Dean. He looked like he felt: crushed.
"What are you doing here?" She went on.
"I came to visit for a few days," he replied. Dean just glared at her. Why did she have to do that right then?
"Cool!" She exclaimed.
"Hello, Fulton, I'm so glad you made it!" Dean's mom said brightly as she entered the front hall. "How was your trip?"
"Fine, but long," Fulton told her as Dean's glare disappeared. He looked at him mom in shock. She knew about this?
"You knew he was coming, mom?" He asked her, surprised. "Why didn't you tell me?
"Because I wanted to surprise you," she replied with a smile. "You've not a good holiday break, with being lonely and all, that I wanted to make it better for you."
Dean threw his arms around her. "Thanks, Mom!"
"You're welcome, sweetie," she replied, hugging him back. "I love you, Dean."
"I love you too, Mom," Dean told her. He then turned to Fulton, who was talking to Dani. "Come on! Let's go up to my room and get you unpacked!" He picked up one of Fulton's bags.
"Yeah," Fulton replied, giving Dean a relieved look. He picked up the rest of his stuff and together they went upstairs to Dean's room.
"Man, I still can't believe you're here!" Dean exclaimed as he started helping Fulton unpack his stuff.
"I know," Fulton replied. "It was all so sudden and everything. I mean, Last night we were talking on the phone and two states away and less than twenty-four hours later, I'm here. It's almost unreal."
"How did it happen anyway," Dean asked as he leaned Fulton's hockey sticks up against the wall.
"You mom called and arranged everything," Fulton answered, putting his CDs on Dean's desk.
"My mom called you? When?"
"Not long after I hung up with you. My dad had to make a quick call and about thirty minutes later, your mom called and talked to my mom and set it up," Fulton replied.
Dean grinned. "Wow." He made some space in his top drawer and put Fulton's socks and underwear in it. "I'm going to have to thank her again."
Fulton nodded. "Me too. This is awesome!" He exclaimed happily. "I haven't seen you in months!" He finished putting his clothes in Dean's chest.
"It's been way to long," Dean said softly.
"Yes it has," Fulton agreed emotionally. The two gazed into each other's eyes
"None of the buddies I hang out with understand me like you do. They don't understand why I practice and play hockey so much. Usually they just want to listen to music and play video games all the time. That, or go to the arcade in the mall." He shook his head. "It gets old!"
"But you like to do those things too," Fulton pointed out, sounding confused.
"Yes, but not constantly," Dean replied. "And even if we play hockey on the lake a few blocks away, they don't play for very long. Or they started bickering and one quits and the others follow. It's frustrating and pathetic!"
"It's because they are not as devoted to it as you are," Fulton said. "They get bored and argue. You're serious about it, so you could play all day."
What Fulton said made sense. He was serious about hockey. And he was good at it and loved it so much that he could in fact end up making a career out of it. Maybe that was the difference. It was just something for fun and or just to pass time for his buddies, but much more to Dean. He had come back from the Junior Goodwill Games more mature and he credited Coach Bombay for that. While he still loved loud music and video games, they were by no means his whole life. He was now looking to the future and what he would be doing; something he bet had never even occurred to his buddies yet. They all lived in the moment. "See, you understand me so well," he told him. You are right about it being more serious for me." He paused and looked into Fulton's deep brown eyes. His heart started to beat faster. Not wanting to waste any more time, he went on. "And there's something else I'm serious about," he added softly in a voice full of emotion.
Fulton's heart skipped a beat. Could he possibly mean him? He was afraid to let himself believe it. "And what would that be?" He asked, his voice just as soft as Dean's.
Dean leaned closer to Fulton as he breathing quickened. "Something in this room," he answered huskily. He didn't want to make it too easy for him.
Fulton could hardly dare to breathe. Dean was in the room. Could that something really be him? He was surprised by how much he wanted it to be. He leaned in closer. "And what might that be?" He murmured.
"Something that's real close to me right now," Dean murmured back. He was so close to Fulton now that he could feel the other's breath on his face.
Fulton started trembling. "I'm really close to you right now," he whispered.
"Yes you are." Dean's voice was barely audible and he began to tremble himself. After all this time was it really about to happen? He reached out and gently caressed Fulton's cheek, noticing that Fulton's eyes closed as he did so. His skin was so soft and perfect.
"Oh, Dean," Fulton whispered. His touch was divine and he immediately wanted more.
"Yes, Fulton?" Dean whispered back. "Do you want something?"
Fulton stroked Dean's cheek tenderly. "Yes," he murmured. He trembled harder.
Dean was practically panting. Everything had faded except him and Fulton and what he wanted to happen. "Then take it," he said.
Fulton could hardly believe his ears. It sounded and looked like Dean felt the same way about him that he felt about Dean! Not wanting to give Dean a chance to change his mind, he smiled. "I think I will," he told him. Without waiting for an answer, he closed the remaining distance between them and pressed his lips hungrily to Dean's.
It was like instant sparks of electricity the moment their lips touched. Dean had never felt or tasted anything so wonderful. He moaned loudly and kissed Fulton back just as hungrily.
Fulton wrapped his arms around him and deepened the kiss. It felt so divine that he never wanted it to end. And for several long moments, it didn't. But finally the need to breathe overtook them and they pulled apart.
"Oh, my gosh!" Fulton exclaimed, panting.
"Wow!" Dean said, breathing hard. "That was amazing!"
"Very," Fulton agreed. "You're amazing, Portman."
Dean opened his mouth to speak, but one look into Fulton's eyes made him lose all train of thought. Not really caring, he leaned forward and kissed him again. Fulton moaned and kissed him back, bringing his hand up and caressing the side of Dean's face as he did so.
Dean did the same, and then wrapped his arms tightly around Fulton; he then moaned into Fulton's mouth as the other started rubbing his back. Then, once again, they pulled back momentarily for air before coming together for a third time, kissing each other deeply over and over.
As they kissed, Dean reached up and slid Fulton's bandanna off his head. Tossing it aside, he proceeded to thread his fingers through the other's soft, long locks. Fulton moaned and Dean took advantage of that to thrust his tongue inside his mouth to explore it thoroughly. He felt Fulton slide his bandanna off and groaned as he started stroking his thick, but short curls.
Then Fulton's tongue started dueling with his for supremacy and after a few moments, Dean relented and let it explore his mouth as he started rubbing Fulton's back.
Completely oblivious to anything but each other, their embrace went on and on as they kept kissing passionately and letting their hands roam over backs, chests, faces , and hair. Dean had never felt anything like this and never wanted it to end.
But just as Dean was sliding his lips down to Fulton's neck a loud, insistent voice yelled up the stairs.
"Dean, Fulton, it's dinnertime!"
Both boys groaned as they pulled back. "Darn," Fulton said.
"Double darn," Dean agreed. "But don't worry; we can come back to this later." He picked up his bandanna from where Fulton had dropped it on the floor and put it on his bed.
"I really hope so," Fulton told him, grabbing his bandanna off the floor.
"We will," Dean promised. He gestured to Fulton's bandanna. "Leave that here. My parents don't like me to wear mine at the dinner table so I don't think they would like you to wear yours either. He kissed him tenderly. "Come on, we better go."
Tossing his bandanna next to Dean's, he followed him out the door and downstairs.
Later, as they were clearing the dishes, Dustin let out a yelp. "It's snowing!"
"Yippee!" Dori exclaimed.
"Sweet!" Dani added.
Dean and Fulton grinned at each other. "All right!" Dean said and they high-fived. Things were getting even better; if that was even possible!
"Let's go out and play!" Dustin cried excitedly.
"Hold on!" Dean's mom exclaimed. "It's almost dark now. That'll have to wait until tomorrow."
The kids groaned, but Dean didn't mind. He wanted to go back upstairs and have more alone time with Fulton anyway. He caught Fulton's eye and nodded in the direction of the stairs. Fulton, getting it, nodded back and they started to leave the room.
"Hey, can we start a fire then?" Dani wanted to know.
"Yeah, can we?" Dustin added.
"I don't see why not," Dean's dad said with a smile.
The kids started cheering. "Bubby, we're going to light a fire!" Dani called excitedly to her retreating brother and his best friend.
They stopped and turned. "Cool," Dean said and started to turn back around.
"But aren't you going to stay and enjoy it with us?"
"Yeah?" Dustin added.
"After a while," Dean replied. With that they left before anyone could say anything more.
As they walked away they could hear Dani ask. "How come they don't want to stay?"
"Honey, Your brother hasn't seen Fulton in a long time. They want to hang out and catch up. They'll be back down later," Her mom replied reassuringly.
Dean didn't hear any more, but he was glad his mom understood. They did need time alone, even if it was for more reasons than she told Dani.
"You're mom's right," Fulton told him as they entered Dean's room. "We do have stuff to do."
"Yeah," Dean agreed, shivering a little as he kicked the door shut. Fulton looked very sexy with a lock of hair falling over his eye. "Starting with this." He pressed his lips to Fulton's hungrily. Fulton groaned and kissed him back.
Before long they were completely lost in each other and in their newfound love for one another. But all too soon Fulton pulled back.
"What's wrong, my love?" Dean asked, suddenly nervous at the worried look on Fulton's face.
"I'm just worried about what your parents will say when they find out. And mine," he replied softly.
"Hey, It's work out, love," Dean told him, squeezing his shoulder reassuringly. I'm pretty sure my folks will be okay with it. We'll tell them tomorrow. And I think yours will be okay too." He stroked Fulton's hair tenderly. "I promise."
Fulton smiled a little. "You really think so?" He asked hopefully.
Dean nodded. "I know so," he replied and kissed him lovingly. In response, Fulton crushed him to him and wrapped his arms around him, deepening the kiss.
Dean's arms came around Fulton and he moaned loudly into the kiss as they moved toward the bed. And as they fell on the bed, Dean's last thought was that in a single day it had turned from one of the worst to the best holiday break ever!
A/N: So what did you think? I hope everyone enjoyed that as I enjoyed writing it! Thank you for reading and please review on your way out! They mean so much to me!