Kevin's Stories, Volume Two: Christmas Edition

Michael Bennett set his briefcase on the floor next to the couch and sifted through the papers he’d just removed from it. He’d removed his suit coat and shoes and now lay spread out on the couch.

Nearby, his husband, Kevin Flaherty, added Christmas decorations to an already over decorated tree. Kevin, dressed in tight black jeans and a garish red Christmas sweater complete with Santa Claus and his reindeer, stood on tip-toe to reach a few branches at the top. He was alternately humming and singing Good King Wenceslas. Michael figured he resorted to humming when he couldn’t remember the words.

“Hey, sweetheart, I have a question for you,” Michael said, briefly looking up from the court papers.
“Hmm?” Kevin stopped his decorating, tucked a dark strand of hair behind his ears, and looked at Michael expectantly.

For a moment, staring at Kevin’s cherry lip-glossed mouth and crystal holly stud in his nose, Michael forgot what he was going to say. He blinked and cleared his throat. “A few actually. Weren’t you done decorating the tree several days ago?”

“Well, I was. But I went to get a few stocking stuffers for you today and I saw these,” Kevin paused, indicating the glittery gold, red, and green Christmas balls, “and I just had to have them.”

“More presents? I thought you were done buying gifts for me.”

Kevin smiled. “Stocking stuffers don’t count, babe.”

Michael shook his head. “What time are Noah and Charlie coming?”

“Should be here in like half an hour.”

Not enough time for a thorough sexing up of his hot little Kevin, Michael supposed. Damn. “Okay. And the last question is, why Good King Wenceslas? Most people I know go around singing Jingle Bells or Silent Night or even Santa Claus is Coming to Town.”

“I don’t know. It’s always been my favorite.”

Michael bit his tongue to keep from asking why he didn’t know all the proper words then. He had a feeling his husband was going to keep him on his toes for the rest of their lives.