#callummacgillivray

[anedendarkly]

Whether at home or in a remote cottage in the Scottish Highlands, the tradition was the same.

Callum, dressed in nothing but a robe and one of his laciest pairs of underwear, gently woke his husband with kisses before giving him his presents. “Good mornin’,” he whispered with a grin. “And Merry Christmas, husband mine.”

    Guildias’ first reaction was a smile. His arm made itself at home around Callum’s waist, locking him in place. The shades were a perfect fit. Complementary as the year before.

    “You’ve found a niche and you’re not leaving the trench. Your present is pending. There is something you must do for yourself, first.” Callum was pulled flat, skin-to-skin. Whispered promises of a gratifying nature poured in his ear. Lace, however appealing, would need to be cast aside for more vigorous affairs.

[anedendarkly]

A card for a card, to return the gesture from the previous year.

It’s no phallic snowman but it suits you.

Merry Christmas, MJ

-Callum

    Callum had succeeded in getting a laugh out of the Ravnos. Even if he wasn't there to see it, Peter was free to tell him.

    “Think he’s warmed back up t’me?”

[anedendarkly]

Callum carefully placed the sunglasses on his sleeping husband’s face before kissing him awake.

And making sure no one got poked in the eye in the process.

“Merry Christmas, husband mine,” he murmured, dressed in another part of his gift to his vampire. “I thought I’d add to both yer collection and yer garden. They look great on you, by the way.” That last accompanied by more kisses.

    The most pleasant image to awaken to was rather green tonight. Ah. The reason was felt, removed for inspection, and returned. He needn’t say a thing. All he needed to do was pull his Scotsman over his body like a blanket. He needed to feel that lacy gift, and he needed to roll their bodies to give a proper Christmas greeting. His own little gift would have to wait until after the festivities.

[anedendarkly]

Callum squinted at his husband, not entirely sure if he believed that or not. “I better get cookin’ then and so should you. Do we have bread?”

    “You would know, Callum. You’re the one with a proper stomach.” Jacket hung, hair tied. He could still cook. Not quite the bloody delights Devon would whip up, but enough knowledge to satisfy a bear.

    “Should I be brushing the meat with honey? Tisk. I should have saved that question for his presence.”

[anedendarkly]

“Forever and always.” Callum stole another kiss and ushered Jolly Roger inside. “When is Pete supposed to get here again?”

    “I forget already.” He didn’t, but entertaining to keep Callum on his toes.

[anedendarkly]

Callum laughed. “I definitely don’t. My nudity is for you and you only, husband mine. You can have as much of it as you like even without hidin’ my clothes.”

    “How monogamist of you.” Guildias smiled, headed back to the truck for what remained of the pumpkins.

[anedendarkly]

Thankfully there was no one around to hear Guildias, or see how he made Callum blush. “Somethin’ tells me I’m no’ goin’ to have a stitch on until sometime tomorrow,” he chuckled.

    “If I must hide every single article of clothing to achieve my goal, I shall. But not until Peter is well down the road. I don’t think you want such company.”

[anedendarkly]

“All right. Later then,” he added with a little grin. “After Pete goes home.” They would have all the time in the world then. He placed the pumpkins on the porch and kissed Guildias on the way to get more.

    “When Peter is long gone and your clothes are long lost.” The same strength in his voice as their first afternoon. Not a care in the world who might overhear.