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All I Want for Christmas	By : Need2ScreamNow Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Avenged Sevenfold Views: 1340 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not know or own anything associated with Avenged Sevenfold. This is all fiction and I'm not making any mula.

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- 1-All I Want for Christmas
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*More than you could ever know
Make my wish come true
All I want for Christmas is you
You, baby

I won't ask for much this Christmas
I won't even wish for snow
I'm just gonna keep on waiting
Underneath the mistletoe
I won't make a list and send it
To the North Pole for Saint Nick
I won't even stay awake to
Hear those magic reindeer click
'Cause I just want you here tonight
Holding on to me so tight
What more can I do
Baby, all I want for Christmas is you
You

All the lights are shining
So brightly everywhere
And the sound of children's
Laughter fills the air
And everyone is singing
I hear those sleigh bells ringing
Santa won't you bring me the one I really need
Won't you please bring my baby to me

Oh, I don't want a lot for Christmas
This is all I'm asking for
I just want to see my baby
Standing right outside my door
Oh I just want him for my own
More than you could ever know
Make my wish come true
Baby all I want for Christmas is
You

All I want for Christmas is you, baby
All I want for Christmas is you, baby.

The Christmas tree’s white lights glowed brightly in the dark room. The tree was its own sun illuminating shiny foil wrapping paper under the tree and the scattered needles that would have to be picked up before everyone came over Christmas Day. Johnny stared at the glowing tree and bit his lip so he wouldn’t cry. It wasn’t so bad. He’d be back in like two days. He was a grown up, it was absolutely ridiculous to cry over something like this. They both had lives and sometimes life didn’t take holidays into consideration. Still, he sniffled. Just in time, of course, for Brian to come out of the bedroom and hear it. Brian sighed and dropped his backpack in the hall and wrapped him in a hug kissing his forehead. “I love you.” Brian murmured. Johnny closed his eyes and swallowed the lump in his throat. “I love you, too.” He whispered. Brian’s long fingers ran up his neck and the back of his head messing up his short hair.

“Why do you have to go now?” Johnny asked. Stupid question. Callous question, really. Of course Brian would go home when his mom asked him for help. Johnny wasn’t the center of his world, obviously. Brian nuzzled the side of his head, “I’ll try to get back tomorrow night, if not, I’ll be home early the next morning.” He said. Soft lips pressed against his temple and then his cheek. Johnny straightened and raised his head so the next kiss would land on his lips. Brian’s tongue pressed against his bottom lip and he turned his head away. The guitarist made a soft sound and tried to bring his head around again. Johnny put his hands on his chest and gently pushed him away, “You need to go.” He said softly. If he let Brian kiss him now he’d be crying like the chicks on Lifetime. Brian let go and sighed as he went back to grab his bag. “I’m sorry, baby.” He murmured kissing his forehead again. Johnny tried to channel action movie personas and shrugged. “It’s your family.” That weak little line probably had Bruce Lee rolling over in his grave.

“I love you.” Brian said, “I love you.” He repeated stealing a quick kiss. A reluctant smile tugged Johnny’s lips, “I know. I love you too.” He pushed him to the garage door. Brian was gone a moment later. He waited to hear the garage door open and trundle shut and then he sat in the hallway and sniffled again. How could he be so excited for twenty-four days and now feel like Christmas was a stupid holiday? He wiped his eyes and stared at the sparkling tree. It was supposed to be their first Christmas together. They were supposed to stay up for the next ten hours and watch A Christmas Story over and over again until their eyes bled and they could repeat the entire movie verbatim. He was supposed to wake up tomorrow with Brian’s warm body next to his.

“You’ve spent Christmas Eve alone before.” He chided wiping his eyes again. He’d spent a lot of Christmas Eves alone. He stared at the cheery tree and the shadowed presents under it. He’d rather they be Brian. He climbed to his feet and flipped a light switch extinguishing the tiny sun and headed for the bedroom.
Brian had his clothes piled on his side of the bed where he usually dropped them when he changed. Johnny changed from jeans to pajama pants and picked up Brian’s shirt before pulling the covers back. He held Brian’s pillow against his chest with his shirt pressed against his cheek. He watched the red LED numbers tick by passing minutes and hours until, finally, he fell into a fitful sleep.
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Johnny jerked awake when frozen hands gripped his hips. The red numbers that had kept him company all night told him it was five in the morning. After that, panic set in and he started to struggle. Why did he sleep on his stomach?

“Johnny, it’s me.” Brian’s warm voice whispered. The fight left Johnny and he stilled again feeling his heart thud against the mattress. The cold hands slid down his body and thumbs stroked over his clothed backside. His heart hadn’t regained its regular rhythm yet and began to accelerate again with every gentle stroke. He shifted his hips and Brian tugged his pants down. Cold hands touched his skin again and Johnny squirmed. “Your hands are so cold.” He whined.

“I’m trying to warm them up.” Brian said softly, his breath whispered across Johnny’s shoulder blade and lips and a warm tongue followed the trail. The cold hands disappeared and he made a small sound in the back of his throat. Warm skin pressed against his naked back, Brian’s heavy body settled on top of his straddling his hips. Johnny wriggled again wondering how undressed Brian was.

“I’ve got other things I need to warm up.” He murmured and Johnny giggled. “That was so corny.” His body shook with laughter and Brian’s smiling lips pressed against his neck. “Does that mean you’re not going to warm me up?” he asked. Johnny got his arms under him and pushed up. He didn’t get far with Brian’s full weight pressing on him but the guitarist got the hint and sat up. Johnny was trapped in the sheets so he just propped himself on his elbow and looked at the guitarist over his shoulder. Brian had pajama pants on too, sort of. If he stood up they’d in all likelihood fall right off.

“What do you want me to warm up?” he purred watching milky moonlight spill across the colorful monsters on his muscular arm. A lopsided smile lit Brian’s face, “My lips are pretty cold.” He murmured leaning forward. He pressed a chaste kiss against his lips and Johnny smiled. “Is your tongue cold?” he asked against his mouth.

“Freezing.” He mumbled. Johnny opened his mouth and his warm tongue pressed against his. He sucked languidly on Brian’s tongue feeling his body tremble each time. The sheets were pulled off and Brian pressed him back and stripped his pants off too. Free of the sheets Johnny used his feet to tug Brian’s pants the rest of the way off and wrapped his legs around his waist still sucking.
Brian wrestled his tongue back and cursed letting his hips roll forward so the tip of his penis brushed against Johnny’s ass. A low growl bubbled out of his throat and Johnny’s eyes half closed. Brian would have drawn this out, driving him crazy, but now he had the guitarist right where he wanted him, literally. His legs pulled Brian closer and he felt the tip brush his entrance. Brian’s body trembled, his chest rose and fell with uneven breaths. Johnny tightened his legs. Brian made a low sound, “Lube.” He pleaded breathlessly. Johnny tried to keep the smile off his face as he stretched out reaching for the bedside table. Brian pressed a kiss to his chest and his mouth covered a nipple. Johnny arched with a small sound and Brian’s tip pushed harder against his unyielding body. Brian pulled his mouth away and grabbed his hips keeping them still. Johnny handed him the tube and let his head fall back with a soft sigh.

Brian pressed a cool finger into him, taking his sweet time stretching. Johnny twisted his body as much as he could trying to hurry him up. Brian pressed their lips together while he added a second finger. Johnny’s body stilled as Brian’s tongue invaded his mouth he sucked and bit the silky muscle. Brian’s fingers dug into his hips and when he pulled back something better than fingers pressed into Johnny. A satisfied groan slipped past Johnny’s lips before Brian attacked them again. Johnny surged up into him and Brian’s lips slid off his as he pushed back. Johnny twisted his fingers in Brian’s hair holding his head against his neck while he thrust. Unintelligible words and low cries fed the knotting fire in Johnny’s belly.

“Harder Syn.” Johnny pleaded. Brian changed the angle of his thrusts and Johnny arched with a sharp cry of pleasure. Brian’s arms wrapped around his waist keeping their bodies flush against each other. Johnny pushed his head back into the pillow rubbing his body against Brian’s for desperately needed friction. Brian groaned and he surged forward one more time pushing deep into Johnny. Warmth spilled into him and added to the lingering pleasure of Brian’s pulsing body. Every muscle locked in place and Johnny dug his nails into Brian’s shoulders as his climax pounded through him.

Johnny collapsed against the mattress with his breath ripping in and out of him. Brian’s body was a heavy comforter and when he made a move to slide off him the bassist held him in place. Instead the taller man rolled over so Johnny was splayed against his chest.

“I didn’t want you to move because I was warm.” Johnny muttered. Brian pulled the sheets up, “Better?” he asked. Johnny kissed his neck and settled against him.

The next morning Johnny jerked awake and came face to face with a sleepy Brian. “What’s wrong?” he murmured. Johnny blinked and smiled before pressing a kiss to his lips and slipping his tongue into his mouth. Brian’s rough fingers stroked up his sides and down his spine.

“I thought I dreamed last night.” Johnny whispered when he broke the kiss. Brian’s lips quirked into a smile, “I hope it was better than a dream.” He nuzzled Johnny’s cheek and brushed his lips along his jaw line. Johnny folded his arms on Brian’s chest, “What about your parents?” he asked. Another smile quirked Brian’s lips, “I may have lied, a little.” He confessed. “I had to get you one more thing and it didn’t come in until last night.”

“What? What’d you get?” Johnny asked sitting up. Brian sat up with him, “Well, I didn’t wrap it so you should be able to find it.” He said. Johnny rolled out of bed and scampered down the short hall to the living room. Late morning sunlight hit the lights and ornaments making them twinkle gold. There, against the far wall was a frame. He crept toward the frame like it might jump up and run from him. He pulled it away from the wall and turned it around.

The poster was huge, coming up to his waist and almost as wide as his arms would reach. He stepped back and stared awestruck. It had to be authentic, he couldn’t even think how much it had cost. An original movie poster for Nosferatu. Brian’s arms circled his waist and hugged him against his warm skin. “You like it?” he asked. Johnny turned in his arms and hugged him. “I fucking love it.” He whispered. “But next year,” he said pulling back some, “all I want for Christmas is you.” He placed a small kiss on his cheek and hugged him again.

Make my wish come true
Baby all I want for Christmas is
You
All I want for Christmas is you, baby
All I want for Christmas is you.

*"All I Want for Christmas" belongs to Mariah Carey

A/N: Well, I gave myself the warm and fuzzies at least, lol.
Merry Christmas/Kwanza/Hanukah/Solstice/and whatever else you celebrate.
And a happy freaking New Year. ^_^ Thank you for reading and reviewing.
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