A/N: I've never written a Taker/anyone story before. I hope I do him justice…
25 Days of Christmas
Day 13: Stockings (Taker/Shawn Michaels)
Mark watched as Shawn jogged up the stairs for what seemed to be the hundredth time that day. The slightly younger man had been bringing down boxes from the attic and was, apparently, still searching for one. He found it amusing to watch the blonde constantly going up and down, up and down, back and forth, back and forth. Especially considering that Shawn would occasionally mumble or yell, although the yelling usually happened in the attic (Mark had the feeling that Shawn didn't like spiders too much). All in all, Mark was having a good time watching the blonde as he dashed up the stairs and down, confusion evident on his face.
"Hey, Mark? Could you help me set up the tree?"
It was that time of year; Mark had known that since before Thanksgiving. If the shelves full of decorations and whatnot at Wal Mart didn't give it away, then the Salvation Army bell ringers did. Most of all though, as soon as Thanksgiving had passed, Shawn had been in 'the mood', and certainly not for sex, although he was being extremely giving in that aspect.
So, Mark helped Shawn set up the tree and decorate it. Then he helped Shawn clean the house in preparation for the other decorations. And then, he sat down and drank a beer while Shawn did the rest, because if he tried to help, Shawn would flip shit. He always did, and it seemed to be about the same shit every year. Mark isn't coordinated enough to tact the lights evenly along the doorways and the fireplace mantel. Mark can't carefully place the Santa, Frosty, and Christmas tree cookie jars on the kitchen counter; he just 'throws' them onto it. Mark's hands are too big so he can't hang the mistletoe up. According to Shawn, Mark's not experienced and careful enough to help with anything aside from decorating the tree and Mark was fine with that. Not having to help meant that he could watch Shawn do it and Shawn did have one nice ass.
After what seemed like forever, although it was barely three hours, Shawn had finished. Or so Mark thought. Sighing, Shawn plotted down on the couch and stared at the fireplace mantel. He sighed again and rubbed a hand over his face.
"What's wrong, Shawn?" Mark had to ask because he hated seeing Shawn sad or upset, even if it was over something incredibly stupid. Shawn looked over at him and Mark couldn't help the tightening in his pants when he saw that infamous pout on his lover's face.
"I wasn't able to find the stockings. I knew for damn sure that I had put them with the other decorations, but when I went to get them, they weren't there." Mark nodded, took a sip of his beer, and then reached down beside his chair. He pulled the stockings up and handed them to Shawn. The smaller man gaped at him and Mark chuckled.
"The box they were in was ruined and they had to be washed, so I washed them this morning before you woke up." Overcoming his shock, Shawn took the stockings in his hands and leaned over to kiss the taller man.
"You're the best, Mark…You really are."
Judging by the twinkle in Shawn's eyes, Mark knew that his lover was in a very giving mood indeed. Who knew that it'd be caused by him washing Christmas stockings?