SURPRISE!
By Cameron Lawton
Rory was in a
foul mood. He'd gone to bed early
because this year he had no reason to celebrate Christmas at all. Jack was away
on another of his bloody courses. Why he'd had to arrange it now, for Christ's
sake …
Rory peered
across at the red numbers on the alarm clock and swore. Four a.m. Four o'clock
in the fucking morning! He thumped the pillow and muttered
“Merry bloody
Christmas, Rory Sumner” and tried to get back to sleep but it was no good. He
was wide awake and now busting for a piss.
He padded into
the bathroom on bare feet and then got even more angry when some idiot started
revving a motorbike up outside his flat. He threw open the bathroom window and
stuck his head out, ready to ask the bastard if he knew what time it was.
His mouth,
already half-open to swear, dropped even wider when he saw Jack, luscious in
leather, gently twisting the throttle on a Norton Commando Interstate. His lover waved at him and pointed at the
motorbike.
“Like it?”
Jack cut the engine and threw a long leg off
the back of the bike, heaving it onto its stand, then racing up the steps to
the flat, waving the bike keys in his hand, obviously excited as a ….. as a kid
at Christmas.
When Rory opened
the door, Jack was leaning on the wall, twirling the keyring around his finger
and grinning, looking good enough to eat there and then.
“Happy Christmas,
Major Sumner,” he laughed, throwing the keys to Rory who caught them and then
grabbed Jack by the leather jacket's lapels and hauled him into his arms.
“You mad bastard!
What are you doing? I thought you were in London?” Rory finally managed to say
when they had finished kissing.
“I was. Just got
back.”
Rory leaned back
to look up into Jack's blue eyes and ran a hand over his soft blond hair.
“You're crazy,
Joachim.”
“Yup, crazy for
you,” his junior replied, bending forward to bite Rory's lip gently. “I remembered that you said you used to ride
a bike when you were a kid. So I got in touch with an old friend of mine and he
found that one...it is the right one, isn't it?” That little worried crease
between his eyebrows appeared again, as it usually did when Joachim was
concerned.
Rory kissed him
again, his tongue exploring Jack's mouth, half way between laughter and lust.
“You set all this
up? You told me you were going on a course, just to get me that bike?” Rory
asked.
Jack nodded.
“I wanted this
Christmas to be special. I wanted to get you something you'd really like.” He
hesitated and then continued in a rush. “Because this mate I went to see, he's
ex police and I had a long chat with him about work.”
Rory had led Jack
back to the bedroom and was getting him out of his jacket but he stopped and
frowned at his lover.
“Yes?”
“Listen, Rory.
You know we can't go on like this. Not in the Army. Well, Colin says that with
our experience, we could set up as private detectives, easy. It would mean
moving away from here but we could, you know, be together, properly.”
Rory threw
himself on the bed and let out a long sigh
“You'd do that?
Give up your career?”
“No – I'd take up
a new career, with you. What say, Boss?”
Rory dragged Jack
down with him and held him close.
“I say you are
one crazy bastard, Joachim but …. yes, let's do it. Oh hell, I didn't get you a
present!”
“Yes you did –
you've just said we can be a proper couple. Best present I wanted,” Jack
grinned down at Rory, tickling the hair on his chest. “All I ever wanted. Happy Christmas, Rory.”
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