Christmas With My Grinch by BLMorticia

Author:BLMorticia
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Publisher: Triad Literary Books
Published: 2013-12-09T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Two

Brisk winds blew the tree branches and Bryant tried his best to stay upright on the stepladder. He only had one tree to go before putting the rest of the colorful lights on the gate. It was his dream to be one of the featured houses on the Garden District Home Tour, outdoing a few of his more famous neighbors. They ain’t got nothin’ on us. Having a home to share with his partner was a big part of his joy, and he wanted to show it to everyone.

“Babe, hand me that last string?” Bryant reached down and took it from Nathan who shivered. “I’m almost done, sweets. It is kinda nippy out here.”

“Kinda?” Nathan glanced at him and his teeth chattered.

“Babe, it’s colder in New York right now. They’re havin’ freezing winds and temps in the low teens. This is summer compared to them.”

“I know, I know, but I also didn’t stand outside there for more than thirty minutes puttin’ up Christmas decorations.” Nathan rubbed his gloved hands together and blew on them.

“Stop your whinin’, babe.” Bryant stepped down and took the bag from Nathan, kissing the back of his hand. “Almost done, honey. Just the fence, then we can go back inside. The cookies should be done very soon so we need to hurry. I only want it on the front.”

“You sure about that, babe? I mean, you don’t wanna go all the way around the house with them? I tell ya, we could be an emergency landing strip for Louis Armstrong airport!”

Bryant whacked his lover’s ass. “You’re such a snarky bastard, you know that? And I love ya’ for it. C’mon, Grinch, let’s go finish.”

Nathan followed close behind him and pinched Bryant’s buttocks as they walked. Once they made it to the front of the gate, Bryant took one end while he handed Nathan the other to complete the task. When Bryant was satisfied with the job, they headed back inside. The moment they went in, the stove rang in time with his phone timer, signaling the cookies were done.

“Now, we need to put the frosting on.” Bryant grabbed the mitts and lifted the pans from the oven, placing them on the laminated counter.

“Oh, aren’t you the Martha Stewart? Look at ya.” Nathan removed his gloves and smirked at him. “I’m glad you’re doin’ all the cookin’ ‘cause I hate it!”

“You despise it ‘cause you can’t,” Bryant added. “And since you won’t let me teach you…” Bryant winked in his direction and removed the gloves. He squeezed the frosting tube contents on the top of his desserts.

“Nope, I don’t wanna learn. Cookin’ is such a pain. I’d much rather eat out but now that I gotta good man who can cook…” Nathan leaned into him and kissed his cheek once before going lower on his neck to his collarbone.

“Uh huh. Whew, baby. Hold on until I finish, will ya'?” Bryant attempted to stay focused on the task at hand, but Nathan was making this exceedingly difficult.

Nathan bit his shoulder through the material.

Download

Copyright Disclaimer:
This site does not store any files on its server. We only index and link to content provided by other sites. Please contact the content providers to delete copyright contents if any and email us, we'll remove relevant links or contents immediately.