Oh, the weather outside is frightful

But the fire is so delightful

And since we've no place to go

Let It Snow! Let It Snow! Let It Snow!

It doesn't show signs of stopping

And I've bought some corn for popping

The lights are turned way down low

Let It Snow! Let It Snow! Let It Snow!

When we finally kiss goodnight

How I'll hate going out in the storm!

But if you'll really hold me tight

All the way home, I'll be warm

The fire is slowly dying

And, my dear, we're still goodbye-ing

But as long as you love me so

Let It Snow! Let It Snow! Let It Snow!

Brian shivered violently as he took out his overnight bag and the bag of groceries, and locked up the car. The weather forecast had predicted a huge snowstorm for Christmas Eve, and the temperature was dropping fast. There were already small flakes coming down.

Brian hoped that the heating system at the house worked; it had been a while since he'd been out here to stay for any length of time. He'd have to check out back to see if the maintenance people had followed through with their promise to bring in some wood for the fireplace.

Looking up at the house, Brian wondered yet again why he'd decided to spend the holiday here by himself. He refused to admit that he was sulking; instead, he told himself that Babylon was getting boring, the faces (and bodies) all looking the same. And the remnants of the gang tended to get on his nerves around this time of year.

Debbie and Carl were hosting a big party at their house tonight, but Brian wasn't in the mood to be sociable. Ted and Emmett were planning to be there with their respective boyfriends. Michael and Ben had invited their neighbors, the 'Stepford' fags, and even Hunter was bringing his new girlfriend.

Too many 'happy' couples for Brian to deal with and remain sane.

Mel and Lindsay had refused to come down to Pittsburgh for Christmas. They'd just purchased a new home, and wanted to spend the holidays there. Brian was disappointed that he wouldn't be seeing Gus, but Lindsay had promised him (without Mel's knowledge, Brian suspected) that she would bring him to visit after the new year.

And Justin… well, Justin was backpacking his way across Europe with a friend he'd met while taking an art class in New York. He'd been over there for two months now. The last Brian had heard, the two young men were absorbing the artistically rich, historic ambiance of Athens, and had no plans of returning to the States before February, at the earliest.

Walking up to the front door, Brian juggled the groceries and his bag until he got the door unlocked. He stepped into the foyer and shook the snow from his hair. He then paused, frowning at the soft glow that was coming from the living room area. He quietly placed the bags onto the floor and padded over to the entranceway, relaxing at the sight in front of him.

There was a tall, beautifully decorated Christmas tree standing next to the fireplace, which had a fire burning in it. A stereo was set up beneath the tree, softly playing Christmas music. On the floor in front of the fireplace was a futon mattress, piled high with pillows and occupied by a familiar figure.

Crouching down beside the makeshift bed, Brian studied Justin. He was lying on his side, one hand flung out across the mattress. His blond hair was tousled from sleep, and fell lightly over his face. Thick lashes fanned over Justin's pale skin, which glowed softly in the flickering light. The duvet had slipped down, exposing Justin's bare chest. Brian's fingers twitched, wanting to touch him.

He was breathtaking. And he was home.

Santa had been very good to Brian this year.

Standing up, Brian crossed the room to grab the bag of groceries. He walked into the kitchen and opened the refrigerator to store the perishables. The refrigerator was full, causing Brian to laugh. Obviously, Justin was planning on being home for a while. Brian managed to fit the few things he brought into the fridge, then returned to the living room and his sleeping partner.

Brian silently undressed then pulled back the duvet and slipped underneath, spooning his body against Justin's warm back. He brushed a strand of hair off Justin's cheek - the boy really needed a haircut - then pressed a kiss onto it as he wrapped his arm around Justin's slim waist.

Justin stirred, at first burying his head deeper into the pillow, and then as Brian kissed his way down Justin's neck, twisted his head around and blinked at Brian. He smiled sleepily and said, "Hi there."

"Hi there yourself. What are you doing here, slumming it in the Pitts? I thought you were busy taking Europe by storm."

Justin chuckled as he turned in Brian's arms until he was facing him. "Roger met some chick in Paris, and I got tired of sharing a room with all the hetero sex."

"Hmmm, I can see where that might harm you." Brian ran his palm down Justin's bare back then gave his hip a gentle shove, forcing Justin onto his back. Brian moved to straddle Justin, grinning down at him as he said, "Rage had better use some of his restorative powers on you, to repair the damage."

"I could go for that," Justin said with a laughing groan.

Brian bent, capturing Justin's mouth with his own in a deep, frantic kiss. Tongues tangled, each man desperately trying to make up for the past months' absence in a single moment. Brian finally pulled back a fraction, gentling his movements. He lifted his head and gazed at Justin. "Any better?"

Justin cradled Brian's head with his hand, tugging him back down. "It's a start," he murmured against Brian's lips.

Stretching his body out full-length against Justin's, Brian continued to kiss him as he petted his fingers down Justin's side. He then slid his hand underneath Justin's ass and lifted, pressing their erections together. "God, you're so fucking hot."

Justin wrapped his legs around Brian's thigh and thrust upward, eliciting a moan from both of them at the contact. He whispered, "Fuck me, Brian," as he worked one hand in between their bodies and grasped Brian's cock in a snug grip.

Arching upward at the touch, Brian pressed his forehead against Justin's chest as his dick was stroked in just the way he liked. Justin's hand moved slowly up and down the length, and his thumb caressed the head gently on each upward movement.

God, it had been so long, and if Justin continued for much longer, it would be over way too quickly. Brian hissed before he reached down to halt Justin's hand. "Stop." When Justin nodded, Brian gave him a quick kiss before sitting up between Justin's spread legs. He raised an eyebrow in question, asking, "Supplies?"

Justin slipped his hand underneath one of the pillows, handing Brian a condom and the lube before rolling over and spreading his legs invitingly.

Brian quickly rolled the condom onto his cock and lubed it. He tossed the bottle to one side and leaned over, licking and nipping down Justin's spine until he reached the top of his crack. Cupping his palms over Justin's buttocks, he separated them and ran his tongue over the skin to Justin's entrance. He painted wet circles around the pucker then suddenly thrust in, causing Justin to shudder and push his hips backward, forcing Brian's tongue in even deeper.

"Oh, God, Brian… don't stop… that feels so good."

Brian continued to plunge his tongue in and out, enjoying the quiet groans that were coming from Justin. When Justin starting rotating his hips, grinding his erection into the mattress, Brian pulled away with a low chuckle. He tugged on Justin's hips, encouraging him to rise up until he was seated in Brian's lap, his legs on either side of Brian's.

Positioning his cock at Justin's hole, Brian slowly pushed in, groaning as the welcomed tightness encompassed him. He wrapped one arm around Justin's middle and caressed Justin's chest with the other hand as he began to move. He shifted the angle of his hips, making sure that he was hitting Justin's nerve center with each thrust.

Justin rose up until only the tip of Brian's cock was inside him, then sat back down hard. He laid his head onto Brian's shoulder and shivered as his prostate was hit over and over again. Reaching his arm back, he hooked his hand around Brian's head and pulled him down for a long kiss. "Love you," he breathed into Brian's mouth as he felt his orgasm near.

Brian felt Justin's body tensing and he slid his hand down taut stomach muscles until he was able to encircle the hard dick with his fingers. Two firm tugs and Justin stiffened in orgasm, his cock spurting come onto Brian's hand. Brian continued to move his hand until he felt Justin's dick begin to soften.

Justin grabbed Brian's wet hand, raising it to his mouth and licking the semen off. Brian moaned quietly into his neck then grasped his hips and began to pound into him. Giving one last thrust, Brian dug his fingers into the warm flesh and came.

Justin fell forward onto the bed, huffing as Brian's full weight landed on him. He wiggled out from underneath Brian's recumbent form, and after kissing Brian on the cheek, got up and padded out to the bathroom. Wetting a washcloth, he quickly cleaned up and returned to the living room. Justin carefully wiped the come off Brian before tossing the cloth to one side. He picked up his robe and slipped it on then walked over to the large windows to gaze outside. "Hey, Brian, come here. It's snowing."

Brian got to his feet and crossed the room to stand behind his partner, pulling Justin against his chest. They both stared out the window and watched the falling snow, which was already lying thick on the ground. "We're going to be stuck here," Brian observed, not really caring.

"It's beautiful," Justin murmured as he pressed back into Brian's embrace. "We're going to have a white Christmas."

Brian merely hmmm'ed at him, his eyes closed and his body relaxed. The two men stood there, enjoying the quiet moment together. When the stereo finally switched CDs, Brian asked softly, without opening his eyes, "How did you know I was coming out to the house tonight?"

Justin chuckled as he nestled his head back into the crook of Brian's neck. "I called the office this morning when I got into town and a little bird told me."

Cynthia was a busybody who spent too much time interfering with his personal life, Brian thought. He decided she deserved a raise when he felt Justin covering his hands with his own. "So when do you go back to New York?" he asked, half-fearing the answer.

When Justin didn't respond, Brian lifted his head and turned his lover around in his arms. "Justin?"

Justin peeked up at him through his lashes, a happy smile lighting his face. "I don't."

"What?"

Reaching up, Justin pulled Brian's head down until their foreheads were touching. "I've been there for over two years now, Brian, and I hate it. I'm moving back to Pittsburgh."

"Well, merry Christmas to me."

Justin replied, "No, Brian. It's a merry Christmas for us both."

Brian smiled slowly and kissed him.

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