Merry Christmas

by Simon

Sweaty, spent, breathless, Garth looked at Dick sprawled over his chest, where they were practically glued together, with something approaching annoyance.

Lazily, his lover raised his hands and removed the silk necktie holding the silk handkerchief in his mouth, allowing Garth to finally speak.

"WHAT was the meaning of THAT?"

"Well, it's Christmas."

"Excuse me?"

"...You know, Silent Night."




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