Title: You Light Up My life
Characters: Chris & Verge and bits of the rest of the gang
Beta'd by Mel
"Do you have your gloves, and your hat?" I asked. He always forgets his hat, and then his ears turn bright red, and he complains about being cold. I had a pair of earmuffs for him in my pocket, because sometimes they get cold even under his hat. "Which coat are bringing?" I asked. He held up his fleece pullover jacket. "That’s not going to be warm enough," I informed him. "Go get your peacoat."
"For fuck's sake we live in California," he said.
"Your point?" I asked. "We're having a cold spell. It's supposed to drop below forty, tonight. Get your peacoat."
Chris huffed over to the closet and retrieved his thick wool navy coat from the closet, and shuffled his arms into it. I walked over him and buttoned it up.
"Are you happy now?" he asked.
"No," I said, "I want a kiss."
Chris took hold of the rainbow yarn dread-lock tassels of my khaki scarf and pulled me to him for a long firm kiss, in which his tongue fully explored my mouth--sending a wave of excitement throughout my body.
"Mmmm, I'm happy now," I said as we separated from the kiss.
"Good," he said. He turned me around and applied a playful swat to my butt. "Now stop being so bossy, and let's go."
Chris and I got to the front door to find Cupid sitting with her leash draped through her teeth ready for a walk.
Chris laughed. "Pushy little bitch, isn't she?" he said.
I squatted down to pet her. "Oh, what a good girl you are," I said as I rubbed her ears. "We're not going for a walk, baby. We're going to be gone for a long time."
Cupid gave me her best pleading look, the one with the sad eyes, and followed it with a tiny little whimper.
My heart broke. "What do you think?" I motioned my head towards the little beagle. "We could put her sweater on and bring a blanket for her to lay down on."
Chris gave a sigh. He liked to pretend he was immune to her puppy dog eyes, but he wasn't. She had him whipped. "Alright, you put her sweater on, and I'll go grab her blanket," he said.
I began to put on a furry little Santa sweater, and Cupid did a little happy dance as she spread kisses all over my face.
Now that the family was ready, we went outside and climbed into the back seat of Syd's mustang. Samantha was riding shotgun. We were meeting the others at the park.
"Were we supposed to bring anything?" Syd asked.
"No," Chris replied. "Katie said she was bringing everything we need."
"Great," Syd answered. "Sam and I thought we would stop for coffee on our way. Does that sound okay?”
"Oh, that sounds great. I'd love a peppermint mocha," I answered.
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We arrived at the park. It was beautiful, all the Christmas decorations and lights filled the park with magic and the spirit of goodwill. There were shoppers and tourists all around, a long line of children waiting outside Santa's workshop to have their picture taken, skaters circling the outdoor rink, and carolers dressed in Dickens' fair singing The Christmas Song.
“Chestnuts roasting on an open fire,
Jack Frost nipping on your nose, Yuletide carols being sung by a choir,
And folks dressed up like Eskimo,” Chris sang to me as we made our way to the large roped off area, were Katie and TJ were standing in front of a pile of boxes. We were early, so the expected large crowds hadn't arrived yet.
We walked up and gave kisses and hugs. Katie didn't have a lot of time to talk, she handed us each a t-shirt and a candle, with small dixie cup on it to catch the droppings.
Katie did take time to crouch down and give Cupid a cuddle and handed me a small child size t-shirt for her. "Jamie, Leo, Claire and her brood all went to get some hot chocolate. We thought we would find a spot pointing towards the skating rink, so the kids can watch the skaters.”
"Don't forget to give them the cards," TJ said.
Katie handed us each a stack of Holiday Cards.
"So, will you come join us when you're done here," I asked.
Katie and TJ both smiled and nodded.
Syd, Samantha, Chris, Cupid and I headed for a space near the rink--someplace we could put down Cupid's blanket, and have a place for the kids to sit. We got there and put on our t-shirts, they were slightly hidden by our big coats, but we left our coats unbuttoned for as long as possible. I slipped Cupid's shirt on over her sweater.
During the next half hour, the rest of the family, and over 1,000 other people joined us. The crowd also donned their, Light up the Night for Equality, t-shirts, while some wore, Second Class Citizen, shirts. By then everyone had lit his or her candle. The large crowd began to sing quietly. There were no big protest signs. Just a peaceful candle light vigil in protest of the loss of the right we once had to marry.
Over the course of the evening, Cupid curled up on her blanket and fell asleep. We handed out the, 5 Rights NOT afforded to 1 of every 10 people in the US, holiday cards, and we had several good conversations with shoppers and other people who had come to the park to enjoy the holiday festivities.
We were all especially happy to have Samantha with us. I know, I know, you must think us crazy. But, this fall Dean Samantha Smothers came out of the closet--of course it was in a beautiful Calvin Cline tweed suit. The Dean had even gone so far as to host a symposium at the University on how the defeat of Prop 8 would help boost California’s economy.
It was a wonderful evening, spent with those I hold dear. Chris and I looked at our wedding rings, and longed for the day that once again our marriage would be legal. We said a little prayer that our state would restore our rights before TJ and Katie’s wedding this summer.
We bade our goodbyes to the family, and then to Syd and Samantha as they went up the stairwell to their flat. We entered the house, shed our outdoor gear, turned the heaters on, fed Cupid, and settled on the sofa.
Chris poured himself a mug of eggnog. I pulled a blanked over the both of us and cuddled into him. "The protest was good tonight," I said.
"Yes," Chris answered, "I just wish we didn't have to do it. But, we'll be there every time." He kissed me on the top of my head.
I turned my head and leaned into him for a proper kiss. It was a short one. "Uck, you taste like eggnog," I said.
"Not all of me," he said. Chris directed my head to his lap.
"You horny bugger," I said with a laugh. I undid his jeans and released his rapidly growing erection.
I began to lick the tip of his cock, circling it and teasing his slit. He arched up into me, wanting me to take more of him into my mouth. Chris began to pant, and I continued with the teasing. I was hoping I could get him to beg. I love it when my Top turns into a melty, mushy, beggar.
Instead he placed his hand on the top of my head, and pushed me farther down his cock.
I opened my mouth wider to accommodate his largeness, and felt him pushing against the back of my throat. I closed my lips, moved my tongue around his shaft, and began to lightly suck. He thrust himself in and out of my mouth. My planned slow, teasing blowjob had quickly turned to him fucking my face, and I could feel myself growing achingly hard. I slid my hand into the waistband of my sweatpants and took hold of myself. I began to stroke my cock, and Chris continued to fuck me.
He now had both of his hands on my head, and was guiding the pace of his hip thrusts with my head bobs. "I'm coming Babe!" he shouted.
I felt my own balls pull upwards at his declaration. I came in my pants as I swallowed all of his seed. He stopped his thrusts, and I kept his cock in my mouth for a short while longer to make sure I fully drained it. He moved his hands off of my head, and began to rub my back. "Fuck, I trained you well," he laughed as he rested his head against the back of the sofa.
I gave him an evil grin. "You think so, huh. You know all those nights you were working late...I became the BJ King down at Blow Buddies." I told him.
He responded with a very firm swat to my butt. "You better not have," he said. Chris pulled me up, so that I was now draped over his lap, butt in the air. He quickly divested me of my pants, and began to teasingly swat my butt. "Are you going to take that back?" he asked.
I looked up at him; I was still having fun. "Nope, did I ever tell that I won the tea bagger of the year award in 2001."
He applied several more swats. "Do I need to get the paddle?" He asked, his voice still teasing.
"No, no paddle," I said. I smiled up at him, and wiggled my butt. "You know I belong to you, and have only ever been yours."
"Damn right," he said. Chris applied a very firm swat. "It had better stay that way, too."
I gave a little yelp, but he had released his hold on me, so I turned over to sit on his lap. "Forever, I promise."