M.j's place, aw, thank you. Merry Christmas to you too. :) Debwood-1999, chp 19, ah, Jeff & his sex toys :P Oh, gawd I love those peppermint mochas... redsandman99, chp 19, ooh, cookie. (noms happily) Chp 20, very true. ;)

Christmas Shots; 2011
Chapter twenty-one/ 'Santa Loves You'
Rated; M/ L (mentions of Jeff 'stripper' dancing & humping couches)
Pairing; Jedam. Jay/Heath.
Set-up; E&C tease Jeff about his dancing. Gerard Davis is my OC.

Gerard shook the small gift box. It was addressed to him and was very tiny, wrapped in red and green paper with pictures of Christmas themed cookies printed on it in shapes of Santas and snowmen and wreathes. He shook the gift and it rattled and he pondered what it could be.

"What did ya get me?" He asked.

Jeff looked back and saw the present Gerard was holding. "Uh.. we got you Frank. He fit right inside the box."

Gerard narrowed his eyes. "He's not that tiny."

"You'd be surprised. And my wrapping skillz are epic." Jeff smirked.

"And Frank is tiny. Have you guys seen him? He's short! Gerard likes midgets! Oh, my god." Jay teased.

"You are not funny." Gerard said apathetically, shaking it harder.

"Whoa, stop that." Jeff warned.

"Oh, my god, you'll kill him!" Jay screeched and Gerard giggled, turning the package over.

"Honey, if he's in here, he'll suffocate before Christmas."

"It's only tomorrow." Jeff informed. He saw Gerard nod and he wrapped his arm around the smaller male's shoulders. "Why don't you just ask him out?"

Gerard shook his head. "Complicated."

Jeff patted Gerard on the back and dropped it. Frank was one of Gerard's best friends and unrequited love.

Adam sighed as he dragged a box full of gifts in from the bedroom. "God, Jeff.. we need this many?"

Jeff got up and put his hand on his hip. He gave a look. "What're you, Scrooge? It's Christmas." Jeff grinned and kissed his blonde on the cheek. "Is Mama coming tomorrow?"

"Bright and early." Adam smiled.

"I dunno why she just didn't wanna stay here." Jeff added, going over to the tree to fix a bulb.

"Too much testosterone for her." Jay grunted deliberately and put his hands behind his head, wiggling his hips in a circle like a bad male stripper porn guy. He laughed when Adam punched him. "Ass."

"Dick." Adam shot back.

"And the dicks fuck the asses." Jay grinned widely.

"The only dick to fuck my ass is Jeffy's. Now behave, heathen, or I'll tell Mama on you." Adam warned, flipping his hair back in a rather overtly prissy manner before turning and strutting away.

Jay shook his head, snorting a laugh. "She wants me."

"You sick freak!" Adam shouted from the kitchen. "Stay away from my mother!"

Jay cackled louder.

"I will tell Heath everything!"

Jay snorted. "Ooh, I'm so scared."

"And then Gingerbread will pout for a few seconds and eventually give into Jay's own pouting and they'll make sweet love on the couch."

Jay glared over at Gerard who just smiled, crossing his legs and placing his hands over-lapped on top of his knee.

"No one's fucking on my couch." Jeff informed, placing the rest of the presents just right.

"We have our own couch to fuck on, thank you." Jay folding his arms.

"Good for you." Jeff muttered.

"How the hell does our conversations always turn to couch-fucking?" Adam asked, emerging from the kitchen.

"Ask your brother." Jeff pointed at Jay and the short-haired blond proceeded to look innocent.

"Jeff's fault." Jay shrugged.

Gerard quirked an eye. "Huh?"

"Last year's Christmas party." Jay began.

"Oh, god. Spare the boy. Shut up." Jeff groaned.

"Jeff had a little too much to drink and started dancing." Jay wet his lips and smiled.

"Stripper dancing." Adam added with a closed smile.

"Fuck you both." Jeff grumbled.

Jay smirked. "And he was all thrusting his hips and taking off clothes... pants hanging low off his ass and shirt ridding up.. and he went over to the couch, placed his hands on the back of it.."

"And started gyrating his hips like he was fucking it." Adam giggled. "It was funny.. and hott." Adam licked his lips, moaning.

"You've earned a spanking later, Adam Copeland." Jeff warned, glaring at his precious brat.

Adam shrugged. "Maybe he thought I was the couch." He looked at Jeff. "You were drunk."

Gerard shook his head and got up, getting his coat and gathering his things. "Imma head out, guys. See ya later."

"Be careful, roads might be slick." Jeff called and Gerard nodded, heading for the door. Jeff looked back at Jay. "Shame on you." He then looked at Adam. "And shame on you."

Jay and Adam looked at each other, both with bottom lips puckered out. They shrugged and burst into a fit of laughter as Jeff rolled his eyes.

"Just for that, Santa is not visiting two blond Canadians this year."

"Psh. Santa loves us." Jay grumbled, sitting down on the couch.

"Yeah. Totally loves us." Adam put in, sitting down beside Jay and snuggling up to him on the couch before laying his head in the other man's lap.

Jeff shook his head, a slow smirk forming on his lips. Yeah, 'Santa' totally loved them. It was definitely true.

The story about Jeff dancing was inspired by the video of Jeff as a character of his named Buick who dances & practically humps a couch. Our inside joke is that Adam was the couch- mainly b/c Adam sez he felt like a couch in Rhi's 'Snowbound'. & yes, it always does go to couch-fuckage w/ me. Inside my head there's lots of fuckage on couches. My OC Frank Mason is kinda short. Technically so is Gerard in my wrestling boy world, but Frank is smaller compared to them. & that's the joke.