Christmas Delights 3 by Valynda King Kay Berrisford RJ Scott Page B
Authors: Valynda King Kay Berrisford RJ Scott
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final. As an English student, Aiden
had no exams and only numerous pages of essays to complete. It drove him crazy
writing the same format again and again (point, example, point, with the
occasional block quote and witty remark to temper the monotony), and he made it
easier by taking breaks with YouTube videos. He spent far too much time
reviewing John Green and his brother's contribution to Blog Brothers, then to
Drunk History and My Drunk Kitchen to at least feel like he's celebrating and
hammered, before he finally stumbled onto the sweetest Christmas video that he
now wants to show Matt.
If only Matt would actually pay attention.
Ah, good, Aiden says to himself as he watches Matt eat the
second half of his impromptu dinner in a blink. He's about to ask him to pay
attention again when he gets up and heads to the mini-fridge.
Breathe in, breathe out, Aiden tells himself. He clicks idly
at the computer and watches a few laughing babies and cute animals with the
volume low to pass the time.
"Are you ready now?" he asks as Matt cracks a can
of coke. Matt swallows a few huge gulps and then shakes his head, as if he has
just woken up from a daze. He sees his boyfriend from across the room, and
though Aiden is still visibly annoyed, Matt smiles at him.
"Yeah, thanks for waiting." He walks over to the
bed and lays down on it. His attention is still not on Aiden and his new
loading YouTube video.
"Come on, Matt," he whines.
Matt laughs and then props his body up on his elbows.
"What? We have all night! Finals are over and there is still a few more
days before we have to leave."
"Technically less than forty-eight hours now,"
Aiden sighs, reiterating the dorm room’s policy for Christmas break. Two days
after a student’s last exam, they are expected to pack up and be whisked away
so that the college can shut down and clean.
"Shhhhh." Matt waves a hand in the air
dismissively. "You worry so much."
Aiden rolls his eyes and then goes to check his email
instead. His mom is complaining about the weather and before even finishing the
unnecessary diatribe about blizzards, clicks away from it. This is not how he
wants to spend the next less than 48 hours. He's been on YouTube, and not YouPorn
or any other place like that, because he wanted to wait for Matt to finish his
exams. Those precious 48 hours are supposed to be for real sex, not the kind
through a computer. And lots of it. Can he really be any more explicit than
that?
Aiden opens the video clip in his other tab and sighs.
"Come on, Matt. Humour me for a moment?" Aiden
says, and Matt finally listens. Whether or not it's because he's finally
satisfied, or because he hears the slight waving tension in Aiden's voice, he's
not quite sure. They've only been together for six months and are still trying
to figure out the whole nuances of the relationship.
Matt pulls up a spare chair and places an arm around Aiden,
who presses play. Already he feels his cheeks go red with embarrassment. Damn
his English major sentimental self, he thinks. He feels far too exposed showing
this romantic side of himself. It's bad enough he likes dicks, but he really
doesn't have to act gay, does he? Oh well, he thinks. Matt is probably aware of
all this romantic stuff anyway, and if not, he will be soon.
Matt is focused in on the video the same way he focuses in
on everything else - from Angry Birds to his biology textbook - with a furrowed
brow and his hands raised into an inverted V under his chin. Aiden always used
to think this was adorable, but now the standard impenetrable stare confuses
him.
The video is a simple one. It's ridiculous, really, and
Aiden knows it. It's this fake survey that is being given by a guy and a girl.
Both are really cute and Aiden's type, really, so maybe that's what drew him
initially. They are going around and asking people a few random questions about
the holidays. Do you put up Christmas lights? Drink eggnog? But these are just
buffers and meant to throw
had no exams and only numerous pages of essays to complete. It drove him crazy
writing the same format again and again (point, example, point, with the
occasional block quote and witty remark to temper the monotony), and he made it
easier by taking breaks with YouTube videos. He spent far too much time
reviewing John Green and his brother's contribution to Blog Brothers, then to
Drunk History and My Drunk Kitchen to at least feel like he's celebrating and
hammered, before he finally stumbled onto the sweetest Christmas video that he
now wants to show Matt.
If only Matt would actually pay attention.
Ah, good, Aiden says to himself as he watches Matt eat the
second half of his impromptu dinner in a blink. He's about to ask him to pay
attention again when he gets up and heads to the mini-fridge.
Breathe in, breathe out, Aiden tells himself. He clicks idly
at the computer and watches a few laughing babies and cute animals with the
volume low to pass the time.
"Are you ready now?" he asks as Matt cracks a can
of coke. Matt swallows a few huge gulps and then shakes his head, as if he has
just woken up from a daze. He sees his boyfriend from across the room, and
though Aiden is still visibly annoyed, Matt smiles at him.
"Yeah, thanks for waiting." He walks over to the
bed and lays down on it. His attention is still not on Aiden and his new
loading YouTube video.
"Come on, Matt," he whines.
Matt laughs and then props his body up on his elbows.
"What? We have all night! Finals are over and there is still a few more
days before we have to leave."
"Technically less than forty-eight hours now,"
Aiden sighs, reiterating the dorm room’s policy for Christmas break. Two days
after a student’s last exam, they are expected to pack up and be whisked away
so that the college can shut down and clean.
"Shhhhh." Matt waves a hand in the air
dismissively. "You worry so much."
Aiden rolls his eyes and then goes to check his email
instead. His mom is complaining about the weather and before even finishing the
unnecessary diatribe about blizzards, clicks away from it. This is not how he
wants to spend the next less than 48 hours. He's been on YouTube, and not YouPorn
or any other place like that, because he wanted to wait for Matt to finish his
exams. Those precious 48 hours are supposed to be for real sex, not the kind
through a computer. And lots of it. Can he really be any more explicit than
that?
Aiden opens the video clip in his other tab and sighs.
"Come on, Matt. Humour me for a moment?" Aiden
says, and Matt finally listens. Whether or not it's because he's finally
satisfied, or because he hears the slight waving tension in Aiden's voice, he's
not quite sure. They've only been together for six months and are still trying
to figure out the whole nuances of the relationship.
Matt pulls up a spare chair and places an arm around Aiden,
who presses play. Already he feels his cheeks go red with embarrassment. Damn
his English major sentimental self, he thinks. He feels far too exposed showing
this romantic side of himself. It's bad enough he likes dicks, but he really
doesn't have to act gay, does he? Oh well, he thinks. Matt is probably aware of
all this romantic stuff anyway, and if not, he will be soon.
Matt is focused in on the video the same way he focuses in
on everything else - from Angry Birds to his biology textbook - with a furrowed
brow and his hands raised into an inverted V under his chin. Aiden always used
to think this was adorable, but now the standard impenetrable stare confuses
him.
The video is a simple one. It's ridiculous, really, and
Aiden knows it. It's this fake survey that is being given by a guy and a girl.
Both are really cute and Aiden's type, really, so maybe that's what drew him
initially. They are going around and asking people a few random questions about
the holidays. Do you put up Christmas lights? Drink eggnog? But these are just
buffers and meant to throw
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