Notes: This is based on featherless-wings' "All I Want For Christmas" from a few years ago that I read for the first time the other week. So go read that lovely diddy first before reading this! I'd never entertained the idea of slash for any of the characters, but I totally enjoyed featherless' story. I guess my brain took the "~The End?~" as a challenge to figure out how to fuck things up. And here we are. :o) (My apologies to featherless if s/he hates it.)

For the purposes of this 'fic: Christmas was actually on Friday in '64 but is on Saturday here because it seemed to work better. This is the TV universe but with some RP elements for convenience's sake (I'm lazy?) and due to generic fandom familiarity (again, I'm lazy). Their ages are Mike-21, Peter-20, Micky-19, and Davy-17. I've taken liberties with a few other ages, days of the week, and things.

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C1 — Saturday/Christmas, the morning after

The barest glow filtered in through the window's shades in the bedroom they shared upstairs. Just on this side of consciousness, Mike perceived warmth. Had he been the type to be able to sleep in the daytime, he would have had no problem returning once again to the land of slumber. But he wasn't, and besides, although comfortably warm, the idea that something was 'off' tickled at the back of his mind. Awaking more and blinking to clear his vision, he noticed the profound difference from normal, that the soft morning light illuminated a different spot than he was used to seeing while lying on his left side: his empty bed a few feet in front of him, nearer to the door than where he currently was situated. As consciousness continued to take hold, he also noticed that he was he was being spooned; a warm body was curled up flush behind him, all but hugging him with an arm slung over his waist. The breath coming against his neck was slow and steady. Micky. A bolt of understanding flashed through Mike's veins causing his pulse to thrum and his heart to feel full. Flushing from head to toe, he took some time to revel in these sweet and innocent, yet thoroughly intimate, sensations. He had never been privy to waking up like this with anyone before in his life — nor had it even really occurred to him that he might ever expect to at some point. As he basked in the cocooned, blissful feeling of being with Micky like this, his mind drifted.

He eventually meandered to the thought that it was a shame Micky wasn't awake to consciously appreciate any of this. He won't be awake for another... What time is it, anyhow?, Mike wondered. He loathed to move, truly, but with daylight present and their expectation to be across town "early" as Micky had mentioned, the impulse to find out the time took hold. He had to sit up some and crane his neck a bit in order to see the clock perched on the night stand between their beds. In the process of doing so, Micky's right arm around him and the body connected to it stiffened somewhat. Mike paused his own movement in response, but it became apparent Micky was only stirring in his sleep as a reaction and wasn't fully awake, at least yet.

Suddenly he worried if his friend might go berserk once he woke up and realized what had happened. After all, there had been some alcohol involved. But no, he thought, if this took a downward turn, it would be far more likely of Micky to show his regret by blowing off the situation, claiming it was harmless experimentation he'd been after, no hard feelings, and everything would go back to normal. Apprehension settled in the pit of Mike's stomach that threatened to make him sick. Pensive, he closed his eyes. But maybe a reaction like that from Micky would be for the best., he thought. Yeah, he swallowed audibly, painfully, past a newfound lump in his throat, it prob'ly would. What we did is... wrong. It ain't normal. An' it ain't like this could ever be an actual thing between us. Handlin' it that way, playin' it off, there won't be any real complications. It wouldn't even have to be that weird.

A deep frown was present as his mind had said those words to himself. He took a deep breath past that lump in his throat and further past the small but twisting knot in his stomach. Damn, though, if his heart didn't already ache with dread at the thought of letting go of being with Micky in this way; he had wanted for months — if he were honest with himself, months and months — keeping his feelings anchored out of sight and his hands and lips to himself. He had been successful in suppressing his feelings for the longest time, well over a year now. All up until last night when Micky had been so sweet to him and smiled at him and blushed when he spoke and stood there gazing fixedly at him and the slight buzz of alcohol propelled him... That damned mistletoe and the opportunity that presented itself. Literally all he could think of was hands and lips and Micky. Lacking the normal ability to think things through properly and rationally, he was incapable of keeping himself in check any longer, and he simply went for it — and he found heaven when the affection was returned. And he had since been able to enjoy every single second of yesterday evening with Micky through to the early hours of today, hands and lips and other parts very much not kept to himself and instead shared with the only person he had ever had a crush on. It was an incredible experiece, and he hadn't regretted any of it. But that is where it would have to stay. He took another deep, steadying breath and told himself last night would get it out of his system, and he would be fine again.

Finally registering the time, he saw the clock read 6:34. They needed to go soon. Micky's family lived not quite an hour away, so it didn't leave them all that long to get on the road. Secretly Mike was pleased to have been comfortable enough to not wake up earlier than he had despite the lack of space to work with on Micky's bed; he was, or at least until his brain had started kicking in had been, physically relaxed when he should have felt cramped and stiff, all things considered. Sighing back down into his friend's embrace, there was no question at all that it was comfortable in every sense, and he didn't want the cozy, satisfying feeling that threatened him with a good time to end. He lay there wondering just how long he could get away enjoying it before—

Micky's body and arm stiffened again as if on cue. A sluggish yawn followed. And then a gentle squeeze; Micky had squeezed his waist. With that action, Mike melted. What sounded like a purr came from Micky's mouth, and breath came even closer, forehead and nose and lips nuzzling his neck. Mike pressed his eyes shut, and his mouth involuntarily parted. Oh, God., he thought as his dick also proceeded to twitch without his consent.

But then Micky stilled.

Mike took that opportunity to pry his eyes open and carefully turn onto his back to look over at his bedmate. How he wished everything weren't different in the sobering light of day. He was in bed, naked, with another man. With his closest friend. His nineteen-year-old, goofball, ostensibly straight, and also very naked best friend. In a lost effort, he breathed to calm his rushing heart and told himself it would all work out alright; that if he didn't expect anything, then he couldn't be disappointed, and he couldn't disappoint in turn. And that's how it would have to be. They'd just break this off then and there.

When he had turned, Micky's familiar scent hit his nose, and they locked eyes only inches apart. The heavy-lidded, innocent, sexy-as-hell, contented smile he was met with took his breath away. A shy smile of his own broke out across his face, another action from him without his permission. He was lost, and there was no way he could deny it to himself in this moment. So he didn't bother trying; he once again simply was.

Micky blinked a few times in rapid succession in an attempt to fully wake up. "I thought for a minute this was all just a really great dream." The morning roughness of his voice was perfectly delicious.

Mike felt almost tipsy again. Really great..., his brain repeated, having seemingly disconnected from the rest of his body. He grinned like a fool. Just a dream? "Nah."

"Merry Christmas, Mike.", Micky repeated his words from the night before. He used his free hand, having had it shift to Mike's narrow hip when he'd turned, to help leverage himself forward and down and plant a gentle kiss on his friend's still-soft lips. He didn't feel like he had to ask for the privilege of doing so this time around.

The kiss permeated every last cell of Mike's body, and though it lasted seconds, he felt that it was over all too quickly. Without thought, he rolled over onto his right side to completely face his friend, only half an inch separating their noses. His voice was dark gravel. "Merry Christmas, Mick." He moved his left hand to his curls and then around to cup the back of his head and press him in for a longer and deeper kiss that Micky was so willingly offering. He opened his mouth to the alluring and now-familiar taste of him. As they shifted their bodies closer to together once again, found himself to be mostly hard already. Oh.; he noticed so was Micky. Their second kiss was passionate; different from the previous night, their mutual exploration wasn't as nervous or unsure as it had been. Mike wasted no time in shoving his reservations aside and his tongue into its new favorite location in Micky's mouth. He was getting what he'd wanted for Christmas, even if it was the most terrifically bad idea he'd ever had, and even though he knew he'd have no choice but to return this present. He just was no longer prepared to give it back just yet.

After learning more about what gave each other the most pleasure, culminating in a deep and needy kiss before they each found their releases with a still-s0hy groan, they ended up cuddling again which soon devolved to a small fit of giggles due to how strange yet perfect everything felt between them, up to and including the evidence of their activities since they no longer had a stray shirt handy to wipe it away. They lazed for a couple of minutes longer, enjoying sporadic, saccharine kisses before Mike's brain once again kicked back into some semblance of a gear and it occurred to him they actually had somewhere to be. "We gotta get goin'." It came out as much a whine as a directive.

Micky whined back, but with a grin accompanying it. Then with a quick, final peck on Mike's lips — that the latter man was neither prepared for nor inclined to end once it had begun and then ended in the same instant — he bounced out of bed and grabbed some articles of clothing out of a drawer. "Dibs on the first shower. ...unless you want to join me.", he wiggled his eyebrows suggestively.

"Naw.", Mike replied, his lips upturned, eyes bashfully darting back and forth from Micky's face to his naked body, posed in front of the chest of drawers giving him a good view of his pert backside. They hadn't exactly seen each other yet, and despite Micky more or less putting himself on display, Mike felt like he was intruding on his privacy so tried to keep his eyes up. "We wouldn' both fit in there and get clean." But he found the idea to pique his interest nonetheless.

After Micky floated on cloud nine through the door and down the stairs, bypassing the upstairs half bath entirely in favor of said shower, Mike's smile faded, but not completely. This feels so good. Like nothing else., he thought, flopping back down onto the mattress from where he had been perched on his elbows into almost a sitting position. But we have to get it figured out. I shouldn't'a taken that opportunity to just feel. Or this morning, either. He ran a hand over his face. Cain't take it back now. So we'll just have to cool it long before Peter gets back in on Tuesday. He nodded through his decision. Tonight. I'll nip this in the bud tonight to make sure it ends before tomorrow. That'll give us more'n enough time to get calmed down and back to normal. But he couldn't rid himself of the unbelievable feeling of having Micky look at him like that, body pressed up against him, mouth on his...

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