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Oh, and there's quite a lot of sex in this chapter, I just thought I'd let you know, haha
If you read it, then I hope you enjoy it!
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It had been busy days, Christmas was only ten days away so they'd been buying presents on their spare time, and they had started moving some of Michael's things into boxes, especially from his room, to make space for James' things; they were also starting to make small decisions as a couple without really noticing it, like choosing a brand of milk that they both liked so they didn't buy two different ones, in which order they'd arrange their books, stuff like that. Final exams had already arrived and Michael's students had already handed in their final projects, so him and James were officially not teacher and student anymore, and they celebrated the closure of their eventful semester with a big fancy dinner at an Argentinian restaurant downtown.

Michael was in the living room, staring pensively at his wall, thinking how they'd arrange the frames on that wall now because James had a couple of gorgeous ones that would definitely go there; one was a print of an illustration of a young local artist, and the other one was a very rare Star Wars poster that he had absolutely fell in love with since he first saw it hanging on James' bedroom. "Babe, the illustration on your room, the one with the rabbits, is it much smaller than the Star Wars poster? I can't remember the size very well", said Michael a bit loudly so James would hear him in the kitchen; James hesitated for a moment, squinting a bit to remember, "It's smaller, I think it's the same size as the one in the middle of your wall… why?" he answered, smiling a bit at the end, realizing what Michael was doing. "I'm mentally arranging the frames on the living room wall and I want to add those two, is it okay?" he asked, still looking at the wall but not focused on it now. James chuckled and peeked to look at him and Michael turned to look at him too, "of course it's okay, thanks for including them" said James, smiling sweetly at him. Michael smiled lovingly too, "well, it is your house now too baby, your things are happily included", he said. "You just want to be the owner of that Star Wars poster, don't try to fool me" said James, squinting and pouting jokingly, "is that why you asked me to move in with you?" he added, side-smiling. Michael laughed and rolled his eyes, "damn it James, you discovered my plan", he said, with an exaggerated, malicious voice, causing James to laugh. "Dork. I love you" said James fondly, returning his attention to the cups of tea he was preparing, a soft smile on his lips. "I love you too" he heard Michael say from the other room with a laugh.

A suspicious bunch of papers were resting on the kitchen bar and they suddenly gained James' attention as he added the sugar to the cups of tea, "are these our final projects?" asked James excitedly after reading the first two lines of the one on the top, since he had never seen anything school-related hanging around at Michael's apartment like that, he always kept everything in his binder. "Yeah, I was starting to check them earlier" said Michael after looking at what James was holding in his hands, like he had found a treasure, peeking at some of the essays curiously and forgetting about the tea. "How did we do?" asked James glancing quickly at Michael with a small smile, and Michael chuckled, "Well, I haven't checked them all, but this far they've been alright, some good, some bad, you know how it is. I've already checked yours, actually" he said, and smiled mischievously at James. "Really? What did I get?" asked James with big eyes and a smile, still clutching to the essays on his hands; Michael smiled widely and started walking slowly towards James, crossing his arms, "well, Mr. McAvoy, it wouldn't be very fair to your classmates if I told you your grade before I told them, would it?" he said, reaching James and taking the papers from him gently, but smiling sexily at him, letting him know his intentions; James smirked, staring at Michael, "sorry Mr. Fassbender, I just wanted to know if I did good", he said after a moment, looking him up and down discretely, with a small smirk still on his lips. Michael snorted silently, knowing this was leading to something interesting, "You always do a very good job, James. You know you're my best student", he said, sending his body a bit more upfront to be closer to his boyfriend and looking a second longer at his lips; "am I?" said James, tilting his head a bit, in character, gorgeous as always, and Michael felt a shiver run down his spine, his senses suddenly sharpening at the expectation and the sensation of James' fingertips running through his forearm, almost undetectable, but so incredibly there.

Michael nodded silently, almost in defeat of the game he had started himself because of the raw sexiness in James' look; "well, then maybe you could teach me something else, professor", said James, knowing what he was doing to Michael when he said the word "professor" like that, using a slightly more innocent tone than the one he usually spoke with, and it was starting to worry Michael how sexy he found it that he was acting like this. Well, whatever –he thought- after all, there was a reason why it was such a well-known cliché, the teacher/student roleplaying… and it was even better for them because it was actually true, and they knew what being in the situation was, wanting each other, wishing to touch, to kiss, to talk, but not being able to.

"I can definitely teach you something else, anything you'd like" said Michael, taking James' hand with his own and entwining their fingers, getting close to him and staying half inch away from his mouth, "but I was thinking more of giving you some kind of… – he bit James' lip, pulling it slowly-… prize. For being such a good student, you know?" James eyes darkened right then as he inhaled deeply, concentrating on playing the game, "well… can I take both?" he said in a small voice, feeling inexplicably nervous, like he was actually doing this with an extremely handsome teacher that he didn't have a relationship with; it was apparently easy for him to get into the character quickly. Michael grinned devilishly, causing James to shiver in lust and expectation, "yes, you can" said Michael, tracing James' jaw slowly with his thumb, "what do you want to start with, the teaching or the prize?" he added, speaking huskily, thrilled with the situation. James stared at Michael's eyes for a moment, then smiled and turned his face a bit to kiss Michael's thumb, whispering, "teach me something, Mr. Fassbender". Michael growled as he felt his erection fill up completely with a twitch, and ran his open hands quickly from James' back to his ass and stopped right beneath it, picking him up slightly and placing him on the stool, briefly remembering their first kiss, since it had been right there and in the same position.

Michael was eager, but controlled himself quickly and approached James' mouth slowly, kissing him with his lips closed and placing his hands on the small of his back, James immediately moving his hands to reach the back of Michael's head. He concentrated on the feeling of his lips on James', picturing it as if it was the first time they kissed, since they were playing to be in a different situation than theirs; he opened his mouth slightly, and so did James, and stayed like that for a moment, sharing their breath and looking at each other's eyes, the anticipation and desire of licking and sucking and biting making them enjoy the slight torment of that little pause. James opened his mouth a bit more, slowly, conducting Michael's lips with his and sucking in a breath, not sure if his or Michael's anymore, but it made his skin blush; Michael started exploring James' lips with the tip of his tongue, causing James to whimper silently, and when he felt James' warm tongue against his, he retrieved it for a moment, wanting to take James to the edge of wanting him. James closed his eyes tightly and sighed in slight desperation and tightened his fingers, raking them through Michael's short hair. Michael smiled almost imperceptibly as he noticed James' eagerness and licked his lower lip, then reached inside James' mouth and rolled their tongues together, both of them moaning softly and James' legs spread instinctively, giving Michael an easier access to getting even closer. They kissed unhurriedly but deep, enjoying the taste of each other and the small noises their partner made, as well as the delicious sensation of their hands exploring each other's bodies, James enjoying Michael's hard muscled chest and back, Michael relishing on the slight curve of James' waist and his perfectly lean toned arms underneath that sweater of his.

"You've ever been with a man before, James?" asked Michael, releasing James' lips softly. James frowned slightly, very confused for a moment, and then remembered they were role-playing; he gave it a thought and figured this version of James hadn't, because knowing Michael, he knew he'd find it even sexier. "No, professor" said James against Michael's mouth, looking up at his eyes through eyelashes; Michael smiled naughtily and nodded, kissing James' chin, "I see... then I'll teach you how to" he said with a lower tone in his voice, causing James to shudder, "would you like that?" he added, and James nodded, answering "yes, Mr. Michael –he smiled sexily- I'd love to learn how to fuck you" he said, whispering that last part and looking almost innocently at Michael, who moaned at James' words, "or get fucked by you, rather" he added after a moment, and Michael sighed heavily, "fuck James – he licked his jaw then bit his earlobe- how do you always manage to be so fucking sexy?"; James chuckled, "when have I been sexy for you before, Mister?", he said, and Michael laughed softly, realizing he had slightly forgotten the character, and he swallowed hoarsely. "All the time, James... you make me so hot in class just by looking at you and your gorgeous body, and hearing you speak in that thick, sexy accent… fuck, you make me want to grab you and bend you over my desk, babe" he said, acknowledging how unbearably true all these things were, blushing a bit since he had never said them aloud like that. James moaned and bit Michael's lip then licked it hotly, "yeah? What do you like about my body, what makes you hot about looking at me?" he asked, and Michael noticed he was genuinely curious about it underneath the lustful voice, and felt stupid about not always letting James know how absolutely crazy he was about his body, he always kind of assumed he knew it, because it was obvious; he was aware that James thought Michael was hotter than him, but that was nothing but a lie.

"Fuck, where to start? – he said, looking down at James' body with a lustful expression- first of all, your face is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen… and your lips look so red and tasty, they drive me crazy -he licked James' lower lip softly- I always want to lick them, bite them, make them even redder, specially when you lick them yourself involuntarily, it's so sexy…", James bit his own lip and his breathing had started to quicken a bit, sending his body upfront and as close as it could be to Michael's, "and your skin –he continued- is so perfect and elegant, I love the color, and the freckles… they make me wonder where else they are, you know? how you'd react if I traced the ones on your neck with my tongue… and if they're on your chest and stomach, how you'd clench under me as I licked them too".

James was staring at him with shiny eyes and a slightly parted mouth, then kissed his chin and continued kissing his jaw and neck openly, causing Michael to moan and needing to concentrate a bit more to keep talking, "what else, Mister? What makes you want to bend me over your desk?" Michael inhaled deeply, resting his hand on the kitchen bar for support and he thrust his hips against James' erection, both of them moaning as James straddled Michael with his legs. "Ah, yes… -Michael kept talking- whenever you wear tight clothes and I can see your figure, your lean and strong back and arms; your flat, hard abs…and your ass, so round and tight, it's so hot... I can tell you work out, what do you do to have that body, babe?" James was clutching to Michael's neck and rocking his hips against his, "thank you, I.. ah, I do Yoga", he said, smiling a bit and not being able to say anything else. Of course Michael knew this, James had told him he practiced Yoga since their first date, and he remembered his train of thought hadn't been so innocent when he learnt that about him. "So you must be really flexible…" he said, and remembered with a smile that one time when the Yoga benefits had been very, very convenient. "I am" said James, nodding and sighing heavily against Michael's mouth. Michael sighed too and gave a slightly harder thrust, suddenly wishing for a whole less clothes on their bodies, "you're fucking hot, that's what you are", he said, proceeding to take James' sweater off, kissing his shoulders immediately.

Michael started kissing James' chest and stomach as he pushed him downwards carefully, so he could rest his upper body on the kitchen bar, but for him to be completely laid down he'd have to raise his legs, cause he was still sitting on the stool. James supported himself with his elbows and forearms on the bar, as he said, "so, what are you gonna teach me today, Mr. Fassbender?" in a seductive voice as he enjoyed the warmth of Michael's mouth on his clavicles, chest and stomach. Michael turned up his face to look and smile at him and started undoing James' pants as he rose him from the stool, James' abs tightening with the strength he needed to handle the position, causing Michael to shudder slightly at the sight. "I'm going to teach you how the best blowjob you'll ever get is done", said Michael huskily as he stared at James' eyes in an almost challenging way, but could see a miniscule, blink-and-you-miss-it worriedness in James' eyes, and understood quickly; he smiled sweetly and lowered himself to reach James' lips, kissing him softly then whispering at his ear, "you already know how to babe, you have, by so much, given me the best I've ever had… it's just for the characters, okay? Wanna keep playing along?" James smiled and nodded, releasing a bit of the tension he had felt when Michael mentioned that before, but he believed every word he said and was now eager to continue, "yes, please show me" he said turning his face to look at Michael, then realized he was completely naked and Michael was very dressed, so he pulled at his shirt and Michael took it off along with his pants, making a bit of a show of it since he knew James loved it when he stripped off.

Once he was naked, he placed himself again between James' legs and placed his hands on his thighs, pulling James' legs up to place them on his shoulders as he made a small squat to help him position, so James' was just lying down on his shoulders and upper back all of a sudden, and he chuckled nervously at the unexpected movement but loved the idea of the arrangement, watching his own legs rest on Michael's shoulders, the stool forgotten underneath them. Michael smiled at him and raised en eyebrow suggestively as he closed the gap of his mouth and James' erection, James panting already. He took James' penis with his hand, circling his leg, and started pumping lightly up and down as he traced a small line with the tip of his tongue along James' testicles, who shuddered under his touch; after a few agonizing seconds, Michael cupped them in his mouth, first one, then the other, and sucked a bit, James moaning softly and tensing his thighs as he did, then moaned loudly as Michael ran his tongue all the way up to the tip, then did it a couple times more as he clenched his hands on James' hips.

He started licking and slightly sucking at the head and placed the very tip of his tongue on his slit for a moment, causing James to buck his hips a bit with a moan; Michael smiled at the reaction, feeling himself getting even more aroused. He took James' cock in his hand once again so it wouldn't be moving, and licked the juncture of the head and the shaft, knowing it was the most sensible spot, and James started saying some unintelligible words between moans, reaching for Michael's head with his hand to caress his hair; Michael began tapping his tongue in that spot as he squeezed James' thigh and then his ass, then let James guide the movement a bit with his hand as he now sucked on him. "You like it babe?" asked Michael as he grabbed some air for a second, and James just smiled and nodded, "yes, fuck yes"; Michael chuckled and bit him playfully on the side, "watch the language, Mr. McAvoy", and James chuckled too as he bit his lip, taking Michael's head, urging him to continue what he was doing, and after a minute of licking and sucking and a bit of biting, James gasped, "mmm…. Mr. Fassbender, this really is the best blowjob, you're gonna make me come like this", starting to feel how he was getting close to finish, and Michael moaned with his mouth still on James' cock, "well, I hope you took notes, James" he said after liberating him from his mouth inch by inch and winked at him, James sniggered and moaned at the same time, relishing on how amazingly hot Michael looked as he released his cock from his mouth, leaving a warm sensation along with him that cooled off quickly and was making James quiver with desire.

"Mmm, ah, yes… so, if this is the lesson, what's the prize you talked about before, professor?" said James, panting and caressing Michael's cheek as he kissed James' inner thigh; Michael smiled and sent his body upfront as he ran his hands from James' legs up to his shoulders, then pulled himself back again, pulling James with him, who moved his legs down from Michael's shoulders to surround his waist. Kissing James hotly, Michael whispered against his mouth, "you're gonna get a whole lot of cock"; James whimpered and kissed Michael again, whispering "just what I was hoping for". Michael carried him to place him carefully on the ground, and James clutched to his neck as they kissed, Michael pausing just a second to lick his middle finger, and they started to walk towards the living room. James felt his boyfriend's hand run through his back and then his cleft, placing the wet finger on his entrance and drawing small circles with it, causing James' knees to give in a little as he moaned against Michael's mouth, clutching tighter to him and trying to keep walking; "I got you" said Michael as he tightened his hold on James' waist and kept working on stretching him out, his whole finger now inside of him.

They bumped with the couch behind Michael and he sat down, carrying James on top of him so he was straddling Michael's legs with his own, and caressed James' thigh, hip and left side with his free hand, already preparing a second finger. James moaned loudly as he felt it getting in and bucked his hips back to make it faster, eager to get that sensation he loved so much; "so you're not as innocent as you look, James" said Michael as he felt James' eagerness, teasing him, and James licked all along Michael's throat to his ear, whispering, "I can be as innocent as you want me to be, Mr. Fassbender", then bucked his hips a bit to create some friction against Michael's cock, who responded in the same way, grunting. "Good" he said, and taking James by his sides, he switched their places, James being pressed against the couch, and Michael kneeling in front of him. James' legs were bent completely against his chest, basically sitting on Michael's upper thighs, and Michael took James' knees to spread them up a bit to the sides so their chests would be fully pressed against each other. He was pretty much caging James, which was just what he wanted, as it was important to let James know he was the one in control this time; he placed the tip of his cock in place and started pushing in not so slowly, knowing James was already prepared for him. "I've dreamed of this so many times, James" said Michael against James' neck, kissing it wetly; James was breathing heavily, his mouth slightly open and his hands on Michael's back and arms, "me too… all the time, aah, yes… when you're explaining something on the blackboard and … mmm…. and I can see the bulge on your tight pants… fuck, I always wondered how big your cock was if it looked normally like that", Michael chuckled and moaned at James' mouth, "but now that I know…it's even better than what I dreamed of" he said, his cheeks burning as he was too turned on, the sensation of Michael filling him up as good as it always was. Michael gave a hard thrust once he was inside completely, and James shouted in pleasure, sending his head back slightly, "that's it baby", said Michael as he thrust his hips again, pressing his body against James', "take it all, yes, …ah, like that" he moaned, causing James to whimper loudly at the words and sensations, "aaah, yes, Mr. Fassbender, you're so hot" he said, and Michael grunted against his neck, his fingers entwined harshly, "yeah? You like getting fucked by your teacher, babe?" he said gruffly, James answering with a loud moan that transformed into a "yes!" and an eager buck of his hips.

After a few minutes of thrusting and grunting, James knew he wasn't going to last too long since he had been very close to finishing earlier, and Michael was being fucking magnificent. He shouted with a particular deep thrust that hit his sweet spot, which Michael was doing on purpose, and said, "please Michael, fuck me, come inside me baby" a bit desperately; Michael stopped what he was doing and after a moment where he took a deep breath, whispered, "who said you could call me Michael?" against James' mouth, teasing him, wanting him to beg again. James smirked, "sorry, sir", he said with an innocent voice, his fingertips soft against the curve of Michael's ass, causing him to shudder in lust with the word "sir" directed at him by this gorgeous, panting, red-lipped younger man. Who knew he was this common of a guy? Not himself, apparently, thought Michael a little embarrassed. "Please keep doing me, Mr. Michael, I'll be good now", added James, adventuring to lick Michael's lower lip with the tip of his tongue. Michael smiled hungrily and moaned at James' sexiness, "that's better, I didn't want to have to punish you", he whispered, and continued with what he had left unfinished; James smiled and said, "maybe next time, professor", smiling seductively at him. After a few more thrusts, their bodies began to tense and their moans transformed into loud dirtiness that later made them hope nobody was home at the flats down or upstairs. Michael came as soon as he felt James tighten around him and the warm liquid on their bellies, both finishing together, their entwined bodies relaxing for a couple minutes before Michael carefully moved his body slightly away from James, knowing his boyfriend's legs would be a bit cramped from the position they had been in. Really though, he thanked everyday for Yoga.

"Mmm, James, that was amazing babe", said Michael as he straightened James' legs and kissed his beloved freckled shoulder. "It was!… wow, it really was" said James, still recovering, "are we still in character?" he asked, looking at Michael with a small smile; Michael chuckled and bit him lovingly, "not unless you want to", he said. James shook his head, smiling brightly, "nope. Hi, you" he said, enjoying to be tenderly handled by Michael as he was being pulled into a hug and down on the couch, so they'd be lying on it. Michael laughed and hugged him tighter, amazed by how much James could make his heart melt with just a few words and a smile; "hi, you" he answered back, pecking him on the tip of his nose. "I love you, Michael", said James softly against Michael's warm skin, enjoying the scent; "I love you too, sweetheart. Thank you for trusting me and having the confidence to do these things… I mean, I know it wasn't hardcore or anything, but it was special, and I'm so, so happy you're the one that I can share this with… fuck, I love you so much!" he said, a bit frantic at the end and tightening his hold like he was hugging a teddy bear. James laughed and cupped Michael's face with his hands, placing his palms on his cheeks lovingly, "hey, silly! – He kissed Michael's lips softly- it makes me incredibly happy to share this with you too, you're amazing and I adore you… there's nothing I wouldn't do with you, really". Michael smiled as he caressed James' side. "I know… me neither" he said, thinking vaguely of the possibilities, not just the sex-related ones, but all the possibilities and opportunities of them doing things that would've scared him before, but not now, not with James by his side. "And I don't mean just in sex", said James, as if he was reading Michael's mind, causing him to chuckle. "I know, I didn't mean that either, gorgeous", he said, pecking his forehead as James smiled contently.

Michael stretched to take a couple of tissues he (now) had next to the couch, along with the blanket he kept under it, cleaning his and James' belly first, then covering them both with the thick blanket. "That's what I call being prepared" said James sleepily with a chuckle, and Michael sniggered too, "well, after a few times you learn what's important to have in hand" he said, closing his eyes. "Mmm, I love this, can we stay like this all day?" said James against Michael's chest, his delicate hands clutching to him and the blanket, making Michael feel like he'd burst of how much he loved this man, how much he venerated his elegant, sweet features and movements. "Yes, of course… anything you want" he said softly, and James smiled again, thinking about how lucky he was. "Thank you, honey bunny", he said, wanting to make Michael laugh, and he did, answering "you're welcome, pumpkin" in a teasing tone. James smiled against Michael's skin, happy to have someone to be silly with and be able to call each other pet names in reference to Tarantino movies without the need to explain; someone who was attentive enough to have put a blanket under his couch for the next time they were in a situation where they'd need it and he didn't have to go look it up, because he knew Michael knew James would've felt lonely without him even if it was just a minute… God, someone so incredibly gorgeous, inside and out, smart, who read amazing books, wrote beautifully, who had a body to be absolutely crazy about and a face any model or actor would be jealous of. What on earth was Michael doing with him? He'd never know, but he felt as lucky as if he had just won three different lotteries on the same day.

A familiar and annoying noise woke Michael up, confused as he didn't recognize immediately what it was, but then remembered it was his cellphone that made that sound from hell. He closed his eyes again after noticing James hadn't woken up, so he pulled him close and prepared to sleep again when his cellphone made the same sound. Really? Two messages in a row? -he thought-, and not being able to sleep again, he moved carefully, but failed since James made a frown and then opened his eyes slowly; Michael loved it when James was waking up, because he was the sweetest, cutest person on earth, so he stayed there quietly with a little smile on his face. James made a sleepy sound and clutched to Michael tightly, "hi" he said with a raspy voice, as Michael caressed his hair. "Hi baby", he answered back as he admired his beautiful features; "how long did we sleep?" said James with his eyes still closed, "I have no idea. It's dark outside but that's all I know… actually I was going to get my cellphone cause I got a couple of messages and they woke me up" said Michael almost whispering, as if not to break the calm aura of their couch.

James nodded and rubbed his eyes lazily as Michael kissed his cheek and then got up from the couch to get the cellphone, which was on the pocket of his forgotten jeans. He chuckled as he saw all the clothes just hanging around in the kitchen and tidied them up a little before checking his messages. He could hear James make a sound of distress and quickly peeked his head to see what had happened, but he was just sitting on the couch with a painful face, "what happened?!" asked Michael worriedly, and James turned his face in surprise then chuckled, "sorry, I'm just sore. It's your fault", he said, and got up from the couch pulling the blanket with him and covering up with it like a cape. Michael laughed, "Sorry babe, we can have a long shower to calm the soreness if you want", he said, and James pouted as he agreed with his head, then looked at the kitchen bar, "look, we forgot the tea… I can warm those up again, do you want some?" he said, and Michael smirked as he answered, "yeah, we got into something a bit more interesting. Sure, I'd love some tea… I can warm them up, you sit down", he said, but James just got in the kitchen and took the cups with one hand and spanked Michael's butt playfully with the other. "Hey!" Michael chuckled, "sorry, but you're not wearing anything and your butt is tempting" said James, getting close to him and kissing his neck warmly. "I'll take care of the tea, don't worry. What were the messages about?" he said as he placed the mugs in the microwave and looked in a cupboard to get a box of cookies. "Oh, I haven't checked" said Michael, who had forgotten about that, and quickly took his cellphone as he put his underwear on, since it was getting chilly.

"It's my mom", he said distractedly as he read the messages, "she wants to know what I'll do for the Holidays", he added as he put the cellphone away. "What do you mean? You're not going to be with your family?" asked James with a small frown; "Yeah, I was planning to be there on Christmas, but I don't know about New Year's Eve, I was actually going to ask what your plans were" said Michael as he got close to James to take a cookie from the box. "Well… my family takes Christmas very seriously – said James with a small chuckle – I'll be there on Christmas Eve too, but at New Year's we're usually there until midnight then all the cousins or younger ones go with our friends or other parties, so it's not as important" he said, and Michael nodded. "Yeah, it's pretty much the same back home. I was thinking maybe you wanted to come with me… I want you to meet my parents, and they want to meet you too, bu-" –he was interrupted by James- "Your parents know about me?" he asked with big eyes, and that took Michael by surprise. "Of course they know about you, James –he said, astonishment and a slight hurt combined in his voice- do you think I don't tell people about you?" James heard what it sounded like and shook his head, "no, of course not –he said, placing his hand on Michael's chest- I didn't mean it like that… you just had never told me about it, is all". Michael sighed, "Sorry, you're right. I just want you to really believe me when I tell you how serious I am about you, and I thought it was clear that my parents know about you since we're even moving in together, you know?" he said with a softer tone now, almost pouting, and James smiled sweetly at him as he nodded and surrounded his neck with his arms, going on his tiptoes. "Mhm, I know baby, you're right– he kissed Michael's lips tenderly- I love you", he said with the sweetest voice and look in his eyes, and Michael felt a little guilty about jumping on him like that. "I love you too. You're the most perfect, amazing person I know, and I happen to have the luck to be in a relationship with you, so please, know that I talk about you every time I have the chance because you make me so proud and happy", said Michael, hugging James underneath the blanket, his cool hands making him shiver a bit, but James didn't mind at all. "Thank you, gorgeous. You make me the proudest person alive just to be by your side", said James with a little knot in his throat, "and I'd love to spend New Year's at your parents' house" he added, smiling and biting his lip.

Michael lifted his eyebrows, "really?" he asked, pulling his head back to look at James' eyes, and the microwave made the finishing noise at the same time, so James chuckled and took the mugs out, handing one to Michael. "Of course. I want to meet your parents too, I just hadn't asked before because I was waiting for you to say so", he said, smiling teasingly as he took a sip from his cup. Michael rolled his eyes playfully and smiled back, "well, then we'll ask your parents if it's alright by them if you come with me, and then we can tell mine that you're going on New Year's" he said, the warm cup feeling amazing in his hands; he really had to put some clothes on or he was going to freeze. "Sounds like a plan to me", said James, smiling beautifully, excited about it and just a little scared, but in the good way. Michael nodded, "you know what else sounds like a plan? You and I taking that hot shower, because I'm freezing" he said, and James laughed then winked at him after saying "that's the third best idea you've had today".