"Work you bloody thing." Clattering sounds from the kitchen along with the smell of burning toast. My eyes spring open noticing the space beside me in bed is empty.
"B.....Babe....." Stretching my arms above my head i release a yawn. This has been one of the best sleeps i've had in a while. Much more comfier than our mattress back at home... probably, because we haven't 'tested' this one's springs out yet. All a sudden the sound of soft grunting followed by a struggling Mark carrying a tray opening the partly open door with his leg as he enters the bedroom. "What are-"
"Breakfast!" He grins in a boyish way lifting up the rectangular tray. The burning smell becomes much stronger even a small cloud of grey smoke follows Mark into the room, as he walks over to the bed. "But um... it kinda didn't work as planned..." He places the tray onto my lap which shows a couple pieces of toast and bacon which are burnt topped with beans and scrambled egg to disguise them. Even though it hasn't turned out the way he planned it still warms my heart knowing he went to the trouble of making me this.
"Aww thank you babe!" Quickly i give his cheek a soft peck before taking hold of my knife and fork ready to dig in.
"You don't have to eat it you know... i'll get you something else." He takes hold of the corner to the plate. Gently i tap his hand. "Ey get off. Get your own!" I grin tearing a piece of the black toast which makes a crunching sound when chewing it. Well they say burnt toast is good to strengthen your teeth..right? Mark watches me fight my way through the breakfast.
"Shall we do anything today?"
"It's completely up to you babe." Wiping my mouth on the napkin i stroke his bare leg giving it a gentle squeeze.
"Erm.... we could go and get a tree to decorate... four days to go..."
"Where has the time gone?! Sounds like a plan! Let me just finish this then we can go."
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Once i've finished my breakfast we get changed into some warm clothing topped with thermal padded coats and leather gloves before we go on search for our Christmas tree. "The snow's almost up to my knees! I'm never gonna make it to the forest." Mark pouts shuffling through the snow. I don't know why he's moaning i'm only a few inches taller than him and we've only been walking for 5 minutes... if that!
"Should of wore some of your high heels then." Teasingly i joke kicking some of the snow as we make our way into the forest area.
"Ha ha." Mark sarcastically laughs scooping some snow to throw at me. It hits against my chest and chin the coldness of it makes me shiver.
"OI!" Trying to be serious i frown my eyebrows at him. "Come on i'm frozen!"
We enter the forest area and after 15 minutes of fighting Mark's snowballs we finally decide on the perfect tree for Christmas. "How are we gonna carry this back?" Mark stares at the now cut down tree laying in front of us. It's just a little taller than what i am, but it sure does feel heavier!
"Drag it?" Taking the middle of the tree i take a tight grip to it Mark does the same as we both start to pull it.
"This... is...gonna...take...forever..." Mark all ready starts to pant. To be honest it's lighter than what i thought i could easily drag it by myself, but i'm not letting him off that lightly.
"Stop moaning and pull." All of a sudden the tree becomes much heavier than it did a few seconds ago. I start pulling harder almost causing me to fall into the snow. "What the...." As i turn around i notice what the problem is. Mark's sat on the bottom of the tree which has increased the weight.
"What?" He tries to keep a straight face sitting comfortably on it. "You look like you can handle it..."
"Not with you bloody sat on it. Get up."
"Please..." Mark tries to pull the puppy dog stunt on me. Sadly this time for him it's not going to work.
"If you get up and help... then once we're back to the apartment we can test the bed out before decorating..." Cheekily i wink at him, as his eyes stretch with excitement. Jumping to his feet Mark takes a strong grip to the tree, as we continue to drag it back to the apartment.
It took longer than expected with Mr 'i don't want to pull it' along side me. "Right...now for the fun part... you should be good at this Marko... you're into colourful things." Gently i tap his bum whilst i go on search for the bag of decorations. I pick up one of Mark's rucksacks looking for the various types of Christmas decorations until i stumble across something i didn't expect to find. "Erm.. Babe?"
Footsteps hit against the floor and the bedroom door swings opens. "Gaz don't go in my-....oh." After a few seconds a cheeky grin appears on his face as he places his hand under his chin.
"Why have you brought Twister on our holiday?"
Mark trails his finger against the door frame acting like a shy school girl trying to flirt. "I thought we could have... a bit of... fun..." He flutters his eyelashes at me.
"Fun? You know i hate these bloody games... i never win... everyone cheats."
"But..." Kneeling beside me on the floor now Mark takes my hands softly stroking his thumbs against my palms. "We could make it...more interesting...and fun..."
"How...?"
"Strip...Strip Twister..."
Blinking a few times i release a giggle expecting this all to be one of his jokes. Mark looks at me in a relax kind of way something tells me he's being serious. "Erm..."
"Come on... it'll be fun! Then we can decorate... if you can get up that is... Grandad.."
Trying my best i pull a shocked face holding back my giggles. "Right. You're on."
10 minutes into the game of 'strip twister' we have no idea what we're doing all i know is that i'm winning seeing as i've only lost my socks. Where as Mark's lost his shirt and trousers all he's left in is his boxers and socks. "Oh no not red!!" He pouts whilst on all fours in front of me. Knowing what it means almost causes me to fall over laughing. It means that Mark has to remove his boxers, and if he doesn't i automatically win. "Come on babe... get your pants off!"
"Shut up Barlow. Who even made these stupid rules up anyway?!" Trying his best with his free hand he pulls down his boxers to his ankles.
"Um... you did?" It's hard to keep focus on the game now that Mark's completely naked... well apart from his socks, but i doubt they'll be left on much longer. "Mmm..." I grip tightly to the bottom of my lip trying to hold myself back from giving his backside a hard whack.
"What? It's your go." Mark mumbles hardly audible, but i chose to ignore his words i'm too focused on the view in front of me. "Come on Gaz... i'm cold..." My trousers grow to become tighter and something begins to twitch. Do i really risk losing the game for my own pleasure? "Ga-" Is all Mark manages as i take a tight grip onto his hips pulling him against the zip on my trousers. "Oh...er..."
Without wasting anymore time i unzip myself allowing my hardened self to bounce against Mark's skin. "Aaah...that's better..." Loudly i moan releasing a sigh pulling him even closer.
"Does this mean you've lost?" Mark happily grins tilting his head backwards looking smug. He's gonna get it now. He knows i hate losing games and having it rubbed in my face. "L o s e r!" Using his finger and thumb he makes a 'L' shape on his forehead.
"Oh you're laughing now..." After reaching for a condom out of my wallet and securing it onto my hardened self i squirt a cold liquid onto the palm of my hand rubbing it against Mark's entrance.
"Nnnnnggg.... Gaaaz..." He hisses through his teeth feeling the sharp coldness against him.
"Now... are you going to act like a grown up?" I ask whilst positioning myself onto him correctly, digging my fingers into his hips.
"Mmm...you're... you're... still a... lose- Arrrgh Gaz!" Mark yelps uncontrollable when i slam myself deep inside of him. Finding the right angle i start to increase my thrusts hitting the right places causing Mark to squirm underneath me, as he struggles to keep his position on all fours.
"I...I've...missed...this...feeling..." Loudly i pant holding myself inside him for a brief moment exploring him before abruptly pulling out again. Mark soon becomes hungry for more, as he starts to buck his hips backwards allowing me to fit deeply inside him again.
"M... More...please Gary.. more please...." Obeying Mark's wish i begin to pound inside him into a rhythmic pattern.
"Ohh...Mark..." Chattering my teeth i drag my nails down his back causing it to redden slightly. Not that he minds. The body in front of me begins to weaken, as Mark's knees start to tremble. He's close. He's so close.
"G...G...Gary...i..." Quickly Mark lays his head backwards whilst i run a hand through his hair tugging his head even more backwards enough for our lips to meet. One, two, three more thrusts causing Mark to clench around me giving that final push to knock us both over the edge. "GAAAAZZ...." Falling onto his bare stomach Mark lays flat on the cold plastic twister mat exploding all over it, followed by me crashing on top of him releasing myself.
"Fuck Markie!"
Our arms and legs become tangled as we use the Twister mat as a blanket to cover our naked bodies whilst we lay beside the fire. "So... this decorating?" Mark trails his finger up my stomach towards my chest.
"Tomorrow... it's a little late now... besides... i had to celebrate my winning..."
"Bloody liar Barlow! I clearly won that game!"
"Yeah yeah...." Taking in a deep breath i rest my head against his as we cuddle together looking at the Christmas tree laying in front of the sofa.
"Hmm... can't wait for our photo shoot after this..."
My head instantly lifts by surprise. "Photo shoot? What photo shoot?"
"Oh... didn't i tell you?" Mark laughs a little. Knowing that would be the reaction of mine he was hoping for.
"Um... no? Oooh is it for your radio tour?"
Mark shakes his head. "Nope.. that's not until next year sometime. This one is just the two of us... for charity."
"Oh nice. Which charity? Bit early for Children in need isn't it?"
"Not that one. This one's for Aids..."
Feeling confused i lift my head to get a better look at him. "Aids? As in the disease?"
Again Mark nods. "Yep... it's for a gay magazine and all profits go to charity... but there's a catch..." Now i understand what he's hinting at.
"We're...we're going to be naked...aren't we?"
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