So, as Gage moved through the rows of trees at what he hoped was their last stop of the afternoon, he was only half seeing what they had in stock. Mostly he was watching as Travis moved easily through the forest of green that would eventually grace someone’s living room as they awaited Christmas Day.
Gage just wanted to go home.
“Fucking hell,” Gage groaned. “Why won’t this one do?”
Travis turned around to face him, causing Gage to stop suddenly or slam into him as they passed yet another perfectly acceptable Christmas tree. Before he knew what was happening, Travis’ hand snaked out, sliding behind his neck as he pulled him close.
Without warning – ok, maybe there was a little warning based on how close Travis got – his lover slammed his mouth down on his and eagerly stole a kiss. Grabbing Travis’ shirt, Gage twisted his hands in the soft cotton, pulling him closer as he sought the one thing that would at least take the edge off of his frustration temporarily.
“God, you taste good,” he moaned softly into Travis’ mouth.
“If there weren’t little kids around, I’d shove you to your knees and bury my cock in your mouth,” Travis breathed roughly against his ear when he pulled back.
“Well, that’s more incentive to find the damned tree and go home.”
Linking his fingers with Gage’s, Travis pulled him along as they continued through the trees at the far end of the lot.
“This one’ll do,” Travis said when they came upon another bristly green tree that looked just like every other one they had looked at.
“Want me to take a pic?” Gage offered as he reached for his cell phone.
“Nope.” Travis stared at the tree, then turned to face Gage. “Don’t move.”
Within minutes, Travis was back with one of the attendants and they were putting the moves on the tree to get it prepared to take a trip down the highway.
Once they’d paid up and were back in the truck, Gage put it in gear and pulled out of the relatively empty parking lot. “She’s gonna kick your ass, you know that, right?”
“I’m sure she will, but we’ll deal with that when we get home.”
Gage shot a quick glance at Travis and grinned. Yeah, he was pretty sure he understood exactly how Travis intended to “deal” with Kylie.
And he couldn’t fucking wait.
♂♀♂
Kylie
Kylie dropped her phone back onto the table and smiled. She wasn’t sure exactly how much longer she’d be able to stall them, but considering the sales she’d seen, she knew she had to get them out of her hair long enough to make an effort to find something for them for Christmas.
She’d already received Gage’s opinion on the matter loud and clear. He wasn’t at all thrilled about being sent out on a Saturday in search of a Christmas tree, but it had been the only idea she could come up with at the time. Honestly, at least half of the pictures they’d sent her already were trees she would’ve been fine with. Only then, she wouldn’t have time to continue her internet search.
At the moment, she was chatting with one of the sales people at the big box electronics store, hoping to get just the thing for Gage. It wasn’t that she knew exactly what it was she was searching for, but she had a decent idea.
Another text came in, and she grabbed her phone to read the screen.
Found it. On the way home.
Wait. What?
How did they find one? She hadn’t given them go ahead to come home.
Glancing down at the sales ads lining the kitchen table, she knew she had to hurry.
Crap, crap, crap.
Running to the coffee machine, she started a fresh pot, intending to appear relaxed when they got home. After all, she didn’t want them to know what she’d been up to.
After sliding all of the ads into a pile and shoving them into the bottom cabinet where they kept the blender and the hand mixers that no one ever used, she rushed back to get her coffee.
By the time she was camped out on the couch, the television on and a cup of coffee by her side, she was sweating. Next time she’d have to be a little more prepared. It didn’t surprise her that her men had finally given up on her and picked out a tree on their own. She could practically feel Gage’s tension in his texts.
Taking a sip of her coffee and getting comfortable on the couch, she smiled to herself. She’d just have to make it up to him.
But, as another idea came to her, maybe she could make him work a little more for it.
♂♂♀
Travis
“Move it where?” Gage asked several hours later, clearly exasperated by Kylie’s constant need to move the Christmas tree – now strung with lights, but lacking ornaments – from one corner to another.