Under Different Circumstances
Merry Christmas!
I wrote this while P. came to visit me. I wrote this when she fell asleep, in the afternoon.
Disclaimer: I'm almost done catching up!
Under Different Circumstances
Merry Christmas!
Vincent got up early, since it was probably his most favourite day of the year. He could honestly say he counted down the days to the holiday since summer and now that it was here, he couldn't help but be extremely happy.
When he got up, he donned his Santa Claus hat and placed all the Christmas presents he hid under the tree they decorated a few weeks back. It took him a few minutes to place everything neatly and once all the presents were exactly where they were supposed to be, it was just a matter of waiting for Jean-Pierre to wake up.
Vincent was willing to wait until the older man rose on his own and he did putter around the bedroom for about eight minutes or so, but then he started fidgeting. It was Christmas Day, he was super excited and his husband was sleeping the day away. There was something definitively wrong with the picture.
He was about to simply wake up his partner and to hell with it, but when he walked back to the bed, he didn't have the heart to do it. Jean-Pierre looked so peaceful lying there, curled up to one side; face relaxed, that Vincent sighed to himself and sat down on the edge of the bed.
He picked up a book to do some light reading, but there wasn't enough light. He put it down and twiddled his thumbs for another couple of seconds, before deciding to fold some socks, instead.
That lasted for a whole of four minutes and by then he had enough. He put the socks away and decided it was now or never. He ran from his spot, to the bed, and jumped on Jean-Pierre, before yelling loudly "MERRY CHRISTMAS!". He landed on Jean-Pierre's stomach and at least he got a reaction out of his lover.
Jean-Pierre opened up his eyes quickly, as he was startled awake, and as the rest of his body tried to catch up with what just happened. His hands went flying left and right and he somehow managed to knock Vincent's glasses off, but the younger man didn't seem to mind. Instead, he busied himself by smiling widely at Jean-Pierre, who looked more disgruntled than anything.
"Merry Christmas, my love." Vincent said again, this time calmer. Jean-Pierre groaned something unintelligible and turned about in his bed, getting more comfortable.
"Jeaaaaaaan, get up!" Vincent poked his arm, but the older man moaned and buried himself deeper into the blankets.
"Allez, réveille, c'est Noël!"/ "Come on, get up, it's Christmas!" He probed and shoved, but Jean-Pierre was a heavy sleeper and when he wanted to sleep, there were few things that could wake him up. Vincent huffed and was about to leave and sulk elsewhere, but then an idea came to him.
Figuring he had nothing to lose and if this didn't work, then he would give up for real, he bent down and kissed Jean-Pierre's lips. Despite the fact those lips remained unmoving at first, Vincent continued kissing his lover, until finally, he got a response.
It was slow at first, but Jean-Pierre quickly caught up with the tempo, until he was actually pulling Vincent closer and he had his hands roaming free under Vincent's pyjama top.
Vincent was about to think that if this continued into what it was progressing to, it would be an excellent start to his morning, but when they pulled away for air, Vincent was met with a pair of groggy, blue eyes and a lopsided smile.
"Finally, you're awake!" Vincent said with a smile of his own.
"Joyeux Noël à toi aussi, mon cœur, mais tu n'penses pas qu'yé un peu tôt pour s'lever?"/ "Merry Christmas to you too, love, but don't you think it's a bit early to get up?" Jean-Pierre mumbled. Vincent said nothing and pouted.
"Allez, r'couche toi, Noël s'ra encore là dans une coup' d'heures."/ "Come on, go back to sleep, Christmas'll still be there in a few hours." As Jean-Pierre settled back into the blankets and quickly fell asleep, Vincent found himself thinking maybe getting up at six in the morning hadn't been the wisest of ideas; especially not when they had been up until three doing… things.
Maybe Jean-Pierre was right and sleep would be good. With that thought in mind, he got under the blankets and spooned behind Jean-Pierre, a yawn coming to him.
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Started writing: December 26th 2010, 2:56pm
Finished writing: December 26th 2010, 3:28pm
Started typing: January 9th 2011, 3:00pm
Finished typing: January 9th 2010, 3:25pm