twelve presents for the man i love (ao3)
a fic, for @theballumplace and their amazing christmas advent calendar full of wonderful pieces of work🎅🏼
There’s a coldness all throughout the room, though there’s a contrast as the bright morning winter sun illuminates the surroundings, all white and golden and beautiful. The beams reach the walls and eventually cascade down onto the bed, hitting Callum’s face.
Callum twitches his nose and squints his eyes, the light already irritating him out of his peaceful slumber. He’s never been one to be able to sleep with any form of light near him. He stretches out his limbs, starting with his legs, and the sheets are still annoyingly tangling around his thighs. He kicks at the sheets gently, attempting to free himself from their tight grasp. Then he moves his arms, and he instantly feels a tension relieving crack at his elbows but mostly his skin is hit with a searing and sharp coldness and he suddenly regrets moving, quickly tucking his arms back under the bed sheets. A soft moan falls from his lips as he rolls over onto his side, getting comfortable and warm once again, clinging onto the last remaining dregs of sleep, hoping and praying for a lazy and slow morning. Ben’s sleeping soundly next to him, and Callum watches as his torso rises and later falls with every breath. It’s peaceful, a calmness between them with no rush nor desire to do anything.
Callum shuffles at an agonisingly slow pace, trying to not disturb Ben with his movements. With every moment that passes, he nudges closer and closer to Ben until eventually he lets his hand - now comfortably warm once again - touch Ben’s back. He delicately traces the curve of Ben’s spine up and down with his index finger, the touch from the knuckle to the fingertip.
A grumble falls from Ben’s mouth, the sound soft and his head falls forward, pulling away from Callum, as he rests it even further into his pillow. “Mornin’.” He says and his voice is thick and deep from his sleep, yet it’s unwittingly soft. Callum can’t help but smile at it, unbelieving that he gets to witness this everyday now. Ben reaches his arm out behind him and grabs onto Callum’s hand, not caring to lock their fingers together, but tugging gently.
Callum understands what Ben wants instantly and complies, shuffling ever closer to Ben, their bodies now finally touching as Callum wraps his arms around Ben, pressing gentle kiss after gentle kiss to the nape of his neck. His hands are touching Ben’s stomach, dropping lower by the second to rest against his waistband, comforting. Their fingers are locking now, threading in the gaps between each finger, all warm and soft. Ben lets out a dry chuckle, a bright beaming smile on his face, though he tries to disguise it by letting his pillow smother his face. Callum wraps his legs around Ben’s, trapping him as a way of stopping him squirming even further into the pillow. The soles of his feet press against Ben’s shins, cold skin against warm, and it’s an all too familiar feeling.
Ben lets out a squeal, which turns into a loud giggling fit when Callum nudges his nose against Ben’s neck even more, kissing him over and over again with hot, wet lips. “Get off!” Ben argues through the giggles erupting from him, showing that there’s not an ounce of malice in his body towards his boyfriend. “You’re freezing! You always put your cold feet on me when we’re in bed together.”
“How about you warm me up then?” Callum counteracts the argument flirtatiously, towering over Ben. He’s pinning Ben down into the mattress now, feet somehow still pressing against Ben’s skin. Their faces are now just centimetres apart, the tension building between them palpable. Ben looks at Callum’s lips and then his eyes flicker up to meet Callum’s, a silent conversation happening between them within just a matter of seconds, though it feels longer. Callum leans down, the muscles in his arms visibly shaking as moves in an excruciatingly slow press up motion. With every second that passes, Callum edges closer to finally share the first proper kiss of the day.
Closer, and closer still.
He can feel Ben’s breath hitting his face - that is, until Ben cheekily manages to break free from the hold Callum has over him, and he rolls over and stretches his body half out of the bed.
Callum rolls his eyes and flops down onto his back, letting out a soft exasperated groan though he’s grateful that he can relax his muscles temporarily.
Ben pops back up, sitting back on the bed, pushing his pillow against the headboard to make himself more comfortable. He’s holding something in his hand, which Callum instantly realises. It’s a present, with shiny gold wrapping paper obscuring the view of what it actually is, but it looks soft, because Callum can see that Ben’s hand just sinks into it without even applying too much pressure.
“Merry Christmas.” Ben smiles, passing the present over to Callum.
Callum takes it, of course he does, but there’s confusion on his face and in his voice. “It’s only the first.”
“I know.” Ben says, and he settles down in the bed, putting his head on his hand, elbow digging into the mattress. “I just fancy doing things a bit differently this year. Open it then.” He nods his head in the direction of the present.
Callum rolls his eyes but smiles nonetheless. He opens up the paper, ripping it right where the tape sticks it together and instantly he recognises what it is. He lets out a laugh, peeling the present from out of the wrapping paper that encases them. “Fluffy socks.” He chuckles, shaking his head in disbelief. “You really bought me fluffy socks?”
Ben grins, looking up to Callum. “I told you, your feet are freezing!”
“Alright, I’ve got the hint now!” Callum laughs. “So, er, if I put these on now, can I have that cuddle?” He asks.
A blush forms on Ben’s cheeks and a shy smile creeps onto his lips. “I suppose so.” He concedes.
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