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12/24

Sometimes it's really hard to believe that I'm approaching a whole year here in Darrow. I still don't really feel like I've settled in all that well, but I felt like that at home a lot of the time too. I miss hockey in the way that I assume someone might miss a limb that was viciously ripped away from their body, to be dramatic. But hockey was like that for me. It was a part of me, in my blood and in my bones, and sometimes I'm surprised to find that I've lived through losing it.

I might not have if it weren't for Bittle. He's the only thing that's kept me sane and sober throughout the whole ordeal. He's sort of my everything now, taking up the empty space that hockey left behind. He is what I'm passionate about now, what keeps me going through the tough days.

And he's the reason that I put all of this together. I wanted Christmas to be really special, and I know how stressed out he is lately. I want him to relax, and that why I rented out a room at Kagura for the week between Christmas and New Year's. It put a pretty sizable dent in my meager savings account, but it'll be worth it. I'm getting more and more used to not having an endless income. I'm better at budgeting and looking for deals, and I even get sort of excited about clipping coupons. So while the first few months were very hard, it's getting easier and I'm happy that my first sizable purchase will be something for me and Bittle to enjoy together.

I packed a bag for him and arranged for someone to take care of Elvis and the dogs, and talked to Derek and Blue to make sure they wouldn't be needing Bittle for the week. I brought everything up here, including our skates, and texted Bittle to ask him to meet me up here for some Christmas Eve cocoa in hopes of surprising him.

But the biggest surprise in store, it seems, was for me.

After checking in and dropping our luggage off in the room, I decided to take a quick stroll around the lodge while waiting for Bits to join me. There's a cafe up ahead, and I head for it in hopes of a good cup of coffee when suddenly I'm stopped in my tracks. It's like an invisible wall has gone up all around me, and anxiety wells up in my throat. I've never experienced anything like this, and it's terrifying. I don't know what to do.

"Ooh look, a new victim," someone says, and I look up to see two girls leaving the cafe. "And he's a cute one!"

"What's going on?" I ask, feeling my fingers start to tremble where they're pressed against my sides.

"The mistletoe got you, babe," one of the girls says, looking delighted. "But I'd be happy to free you."

She winks and puckers her shiny lips at me, and I feel panic clawing at my insides as I shake my head, not wanting them to come any closer.

"Um, no thanks," I breathe out. "I'll just--- stay here."

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To say I'd been shocked when Jack not only told me his plans, but also passed on that he'd also already cleared everything with Derek and Blue as far as work and got someone to look after the animals, is an understatement. I mean, I suppose I'm not too surprised at the efficiency and thoughtfulness given that it's Jack, but it's about the last thing in the world I ever expected.

And, if I'm honest, I'm so so looking forward to this little time away from everything. A full week with Jack with nothing else to worry about sounds like absolutely Heaven.

I'm not quite expecting the feeling that hit when I step through the big front doors with the rest of our bags, though. Some of the memories of the last time I was here are a little mortifying. Not all of them, of course, but they all carry a sort of bittersweetness about them now. Hopefully this trip will bring nothing but good memories, though.

But it does look like it's going to start with a familiar sight.

"Oh goodness," I mutter to myself, cringing a the small swarm of woman already surrounding poor Jack, who's currently stuck beneath the enchanted mistletoe. His eyes are comically wide and a little panicked and I quickly dart forward, hoping to head it off before it becomes a full on attack.

"Jack!" I wave to get his attention, which also gets the attention of the taller one of the girls. I can't really say I'm a possessive sort of guy, but I also don't appreciate the way she looks at me then. Or the way she looks at Jack. My eyes narrow as I step closer, carefully setting down the bags before I cross my arms over my chest. "These ladies botherin' you, sweetheart?"

My head jerks up at the sound of Bittle's voice and while I don't exactly relax, I do feel safer. I know that I'm not alone, that Bits will do whatever he can to help me, and it helps to calm me down. I can feel my cheeks heat up when he mentions the girls, and I swallow hard as I look from them to Bittle. "Uh--"

"We weren't bothering him," one of the girls says icily, gesturing towards me with a perfectly manicured nail. "We were trying to help him."

"Um, well. Thank you, but--" I clear my throat and wish more than anything that I could just sink into the floor. "But my boyfriend's here now, so I'm sure he can help me."

I'm still not really sure what's going on, but Bittle has been here longer than me. Hopefully he'll know what to do.

Jack's eyes are still so, so wide but something in his shoulders has relaxed just a bit and I feel my chest swell with some mix of pride and smugness when he calls me his boyfriend right in front of them. In all the time we've been together, Jack hasn't really shied away what our relationship means and I know he's pretty comfortable with his sexuality now even if it's not always easy to say it out loud (because goodness knows I can understand that) but it still means a whole lot to hear it. Something about it just never gets old.

Whatever lightness I'm feeling is quickly dashed by the look both girls are giving me then, like they're somewhere between disgusted and disbelieving.

"You?" the shorter one asks. "You're not serious."

"Oh, sweetheart, you have no idea," I reply before I can stop myself, sliding close enough to Jack to sling an arm around his middle then. And yes, it's a bit possessive, but honestly! I put on my brightest smile then, my voice just downright syrupy. "In fact, he's treating me to a little romantic getaway this week. Isn't that just the sweetest thing you've ever heard?"

The girl's words, along with her tone, catch my attention and my brows furrow. I open my mouth to say something but Bittle beats me to it. He molds himself against my side and holds me close, and I wrap my arm around his shoulders while glaring icily at the girls.

"Anything for you, babe," I say, looking down at him fondly. My cheeks are still pink and all of this is pretty awkward, but I'm glad that I'm able to defend my relationship. That's one good thing about Darrow, at least. I'm free to be who I am. "Now how about you get me out from under this mistletoe?"

"Gross," says the shorter of the two and, a few months ago, it might have hurt, but right now, with Jack's arm heavy across my shoulders, it doesn't get to me at all. No matter what these girls think, no matter what anyone thinks, Jack picked me. That's gotta mean something.

So, as they slowly start to turn away, I shift my hold on Jack, tucking my hand into his back pocket as I wave with just the fingers of the other one. "Ta-ta, ladies," I tell them, still overly sweet. I make sure the taller one is still looking as I push up onto my tiptoes and use my waving hand to guide Jack's face downward so I can press a kiss right to his lips, humming softly at the taste. It's not even entirely for show.

An amused huff escapes me at his blatant dismissal, and my eyes close as his lips touch mine. I can feel it when the mistletoe's hold gives way, but I still don't stop kissing him. He tastes like sugar, like the gourmet chocolates they left in the room, and I boldly lick the taste from his tongue before pulling away to smile at him.

"Well, that was an interesting start to the vacation," I tell him as I pull him away from the enchanted plant and reach down to take his hand in my own. "Thanks for saving me."

It's Jack who makes it a tongue kiss and I'm feeling about twenty pounds lighter when he pulls away, his eyes bright and locked on mine. I don't even know where those girls are now and, to be honest, I don't really care. Right now, everything is Jack and the promise of a whole week to do nothing but be with him. It sounds like heaven.

"Oh, honey," I reply with a warm laugh as his hand slides into mine. "I can honestly say that was my pleasure."

I give his hand a tight squeeze then before bending just enough to grab the bags I set down and nodding toward the stairs. "Is our room ready? I don't know about you, but I think I've had about enough of other people right now. Maybe we could put on the robes and order room service or something. Or, ooh! We could do the jacuzzi!"

"I am more okay with the no more other people plan." I reach over to take his bags from him, waving a hand to cut off any arguments, and nudge him towards the elevator. "Our room is ready, yeah. I already checked it out to make sure it was good."

I hit the button for the elevator with my elbow and step inside, relieved when the doors close without anyone else getting on. Bittle mentions the jacuzzi and my mind, without prompting, goes to all the things we could do in a big jacuzzi tub and I can feel my cheeks heat up slightly. "That sounds nice. The jacuzzi. The food, all of it. As long as it's me and you."

I barely refrain from rolling my eyes when Jack takes the bags from me as we head toward the elevator. Honestly, it's not like I'm some sort of weakling. But I know Jack is just being chivalrous and would probably argue something about this being a vacation for me so I don't put up too much of an argument.

Plus, we have better things to focus on anyway.

The elevator doors shut quietly and I give his hand a light squeeze. "Do we have one in the room? A jacuzzi?" I ask him because I've honestly never been into one of these rooms before. "I know there's one downstairs, but then we'd have to deal with other people."

Predictably, my nose wrinkles slightly at the mention of other people. The elevator doors open and I lead him out by the hand, heading towards our room. If I had my way, we'd probably stay in the room all week.

"It has a jacuzzi," I assure him. There's one big enough for two, and a basket full of different bath items that I couldn't really identify on first glance. When we get to the room, I turn to cock my hip out at him rather than let go of his hand. "Key's in my back pocket. Grab it and let us in, eh?"

Jack doesn't sound all that enthused either way, but it's hard to deny the little thrill that goes through me at the idea of having a whole jacuzzi to ourselves. I hope it's at least big enough for the both of us though I wouldn't mind sitting on the edge and just watching him relax in it if it comes to that.

"You know, you don't ever have to trick me into grabbing your butt," I tell him, grinning as I slip my hand into his back pocket, indulging in a quick grope before pulling out the keycard to the room. Throwing him a flirtatious little smile, I slide the card in the door and push it open after it flashes green, stepping in to hold it open so Jack can follow in with the bags.

My eyes go wide as soon as I step in though and I stand there, staring around as I take it all in. "Oh goodness, Jack, we have this place for a week? This must've cost a fortune!"

"Caught me," I say with a wink, laughing as he squeezes my ass. I follow him into the room and set the bags down, blushing a bit at his reaction and reaching up to rub at the back of my neck. "It wasn't that bad. I've been doing good with money and yeah, I might have splurged a bit. But I wanted to give you a good Christmas."

I want a good Christmas for myself, too. I always spend it with my parents and it hurts not to be able to see them, just like I'm sure Bits is hurting too. I just wanted to make it good for both of us. "And to relax. You hear me, mon chou? Nothing but sex and good food for at least the first two days."

A smirk appears on my face and I swoop in to pick him up by the thighs and pull him onto the king size bed, laying him out on his back before leaning over him. "I'll pin you down to this bed if I have to."

I'm pretty sure he wants it to be a good Christmas for the both of us. After all, it's not like he hasn't been suffering too with my moods lately and it's certainly not like he doesn't have people back home that he misses just as much as I do. And, honestly, a week spent with my absolute favorite person in all of Darrow sounds absolutely perfect to me.

I'm just about to tell him as much before he ducks in fast to pick me up by my thighs and then it's all I can do to squeal in surprise, kicking only a little before he's dropping me onto the bed and leaning over me.

"Is that a promise?" I ask, grinning up at him. It's easy as anything to wrap my legs around his waist and press my hands against his chest, feeling the hard warmth of him through the fabric. "Because I sure hope it is. Unless that means no jacuzzi."

"I could make it one," I purr, wrapping my hand around his thigh and sliding it slowly up to his ass, cupping all that firm muscle as I pull him closer. The whole week is sprawled out before us, full of possibilities, and a genuine smile splits my face as I lean down to steal a kiss.

Bittle's fingers press into my chest and I take one hand, feeling the tension in his wrist and fingers. He's been working so hard, and I lift his hand to press a kiss into his palm. "I'm thinking jacuzzi first. We need to get you into relaxation mode, which is kind of ironic coming from me, isn't it? But I stand by it."

Sweet a kiss as it is, something about that kiss to my palm just makes all my nerves flare bright. It's such a tender stop, more sensitive than I ever would've guessed and I feel a whole lot of blood just rush south in an instant.

"Relaxation mode, huh?" I reply with a grin, curling my fingers enough to graze my fingers along his jaw. "And how're you gonna do that, exactly?"

"Ah ah, mon chou," I tut, leaning into his touch as my eyes shine with amusement. "You leave the thinking up to me. We can start with a bath, though."

I kiss his palm again, because the reaction he had to that was not lost on me, and then I haul him up over my shoulder in a fireman's carry as I head for the bathroom. It's spacious and marbled with a giant jacuzzi tub in front of a window that looks out over the resort. There's a basket of oils and bath bombs next to it, but I think I'll leave those to him. As long as there's hot water and a naked Bittle, I'm good.

While he's still over my shoulder, I lean over to turn on the water. It steams up as it begins to fill the tub, and I reach up to grip Bittle's thigh to steady him.

"Oh my goodness, I grunt as Jack lifts me right clean up off the ground and drapes me over his shoulder. It's not the most comfortable thing, but I at least have abs to engage for padding and I laugh as I give his butt a nice little swat.

"Wouldn't say this is relaxing," I tell him, but I'm mostly teasing, and I'm honestly curious to see what he's got in mind.

He carries me into the other room, managing to not smash my head against the door frame in the process and even reaching up to steady me as he starts the water. From upside down, I can see the little basket of goodies by the tub, lotions and oils and bath bombs. Wow, this place has everything.

"Jack Laurent Zimmermann, if you so much as think about throwing me into the tub with my clothes on, I swear I'll tan your little Canadian behind," I warn him, giving his side a lightly little punch.

"That isn't necessarily the best way to dissuade me," I tease, pulling back from the tub and sliding him around until I can set him gently onto his feet. After pressing a soft kiss to his forehead, I pull his shirt up over his head and toss it aside. The low lighting glints off of the fine, golden hairs dusting his chest and I smooth my hands over his shoulders and down his arms, just watching him for a moment. It still surprises me sometimes that I'm able to do that, just watch him for no reason at all.

"Shoes off," I say in my best captain voice, stepping away from him so I can pull off my own shirt. My hands drop to my fly as I tow out of my sneakers, and I chuckle low in my throat when his eyes follow the motion. "Off."

The kiss Jack presses to my forehead is sweet and I'm still grinning up at him as he peels my shirt up and off of me. He starts working on his own shirt then and I smirk, happy to watch the show even as I toe off my shoes, first one and then the other.

I get a little distracted watching him pull down the zipper of his jeans, giving him a wide, innocent smile when he catches me.

Biting back a giggle, I unbutton my own jeans and slip them off, along with my underwear, still feeling a little bit of a flush to my cheeks even after all this time. Though I'd like to think it's from anticipation these days. I lean over then, testing the water in the tub and then glance at the little knob and buttons on the side. "Goodness, this tub is bigger than any I've ever seen. Ooh! Do you think there's wine in the mini-fridge? We should drink some while we're soaking."

"You're so spoiled," I say fondly, sounding quite happy about it. Bittle deserves to be spoiled. I turn to stride naked into the main part of the room, looking around expectantly. I did order the romance package, after all. There's a bottle of sparkling wine chilling in a bucket of ice, and I grab that along with a plate of chocolate dipped strawberries before heading back into the bathroom. The cold water drips from the bottle and runs down my chest, making me hiss as my skin pebbles up.

"Will this do, sir?" I smirk and set the items on the tiled edge of the window and climb into the tub, leaning forward to sling my arms around Bittle's hips and pull him down with a splash. He lands in my lap and I murmur happily as I press my lips to the side of his neck, gesturing distractedly to the basket of sweet smelling toiletries. "D'you want bubbles, mon chou?"

Jack disappears for a minute, padding his way into the other room before returning with a bottle of wine and a plate of strawberries. The condensation from the wine bottle drips off onto Jack's chest and I can't help but bite my lip at the sight before he's setting the items aside and scooping me up in his arms again.

"I can actually use my legs, you know!" I laugh, watching as some of the water from the tub goes splashing onto the tiled floor.

Behind me, Jack shifts, getting comfortable and I settle between his spread thighs, more than happy to lean against the broad expanse of his chest as the water continues to fill up the tub little by little. With a happy sigh, I lean back against him, my head pillowed on his shoulder as I drop my hands under the rising water, resting them over his knees.

"Mmm, not this time," I decide, tipping my head back enough to see him. I can feel my cheeks going warm again, but only in the best way. "Kinda like the idea of getting to see you if you we get into some hanky-panky. I'll take a strawberry though if you can reach 'em."

"You could, but what's relaxing about that?" I tease, bringing my knees up to cradle his body between my thighs as his hands, such fast talented hands, curl around my knees. My arms go around his shoulders and we settle like that in the hot water, and I am utterly content.

My eyes slip shut but crack open again when I feel his soft hair against my neck, and they open sleeping to meet his gaze. A corner of my mouth quirks up in amusement and I slide my hand up his chest, thumbing at the tight bud of his nipple. "Hanky panky, huh? This is supposed to be a relaxing bath."

I reach up to grab a strawberry with my draw hand and bring it around to press the tip of it to his mouth, smearing melting chocolate against his bottom lip. "Open up."

His hand is warm on my chest, callused thumb smoothing over my nipple and I barely contain a shiver at the heat it sends through me. "Hanky panky can be very relaxing," I point out with a grin. "The endorphin rush and all that."

He bumps my bottom lip with a strawberry, smearing some of the chocolate and I laugh as I open my mouth to try to take it between my teeth.

"Than' 'oo," I tell him before biting into it then letting out a small sound at how good it tastes. "Mmm, goodness. I should try to make a chocolate-dipped strawberry pie sometime. I bet that would be delicious."

"If you're still thinking about pie, I must be doing something wrong," I say with a laugh, biting into the strawberry myself and setting the stem onto the tray. Steam rises up around us, clinging to the icy window and beading up. Sinking a little deeper into the water, I pull him back more tightly against him and lean in to press kisses to the back of his neck, dragging my tongue across the soft spot behind his ear. "Let me pretend that you love me more than pie just for today, eh?"

I give him a little squeeze to let him know that I'm joking, sucking lightly at his ear lobe as my hand glides across his stomach under the water.

"Honey, you know better than that; I'm almost always thinkin' about pie," I tell him with a laugh, though that laugh quickly turns into a pleased little groan when I feel his lips at the back of my neck and his hand smoothing low across my stomach. The water is slowly rising as the tub fills up, covering most of our legs and up about midway to my chest and it's just the easies thing to lean back comfortably in Jack's embrace.

There's not much relaxation to be had when he's busy sucking at the my ear lobe, however. Heat rolls down my spine and I let out a breath kind of moan as I drop my hands to his thighs, squeezing as I manage a smile. "Happy to see if you can distract me though. This is a good start."

"Is that a challenge?" I ask, smirking as I drag my nose up the side of his throat. The room is filling with steam and my hand slips under the water to bypass his cock, dragging my nails lightly along the inside of his thigh. "You know how competitive I am."

My fingers slide up until I can lightly cup his balls, pressing my thumb up behind them in a tease. I hook my chin over his shoulder so I can watch his cock harden, humming in approval and sucking a mark into the top of his shoulder. "How am I doing?"

His voice is a low rumble against my neck and it's hard not to shiver as it rolls down my spine. I honestly don't even fight it, letting my eyes slip closed as I lean back against him even further.

Which is about when I feel his hand creeping higher up my thigh under the water, those big fingers of his curling around me as he presses a thumb to that little sensitive strip of skin behind my balls. I full-on shudder then, hips arching as he presses his lips to my shoulder.

"Oh," I breathe, letting my eyes slip shut for a moment as all the blood in my body rushes south. "Oh, goodness, that's... that's even better."

"Good," I breathe out, wrapping my fingers around his hard length and slowly working my first up and down. It's still a marvel just how easy sex with Bits can be. In the past, it's always been awkward and complicated but with him it just feels right. It's incredible and mindblowing and somehow never awkward. We just work together in so many ways, on and off the ice.

He lets out a whine that I feel low in my belly, muscles clenching as I hold him tighter, stroke a little faster. I have so many plans for us this week and this is just the warm up, a way for him to relax. There will be time for finesse later, but right now I just want him to come. "You're incredible, Bits."

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