Christmas For The Wicked [Davey]

[Chaz Hutchinson]

Most of the evening was spent in silence, the two boys sharing slices of pizza while watching the movie. Chaz was comfortably curled up on the couch, Davey in his lap, his chin hooked over the blondes shoulder as he gazed at the screen. Occasionally sharing a joke or a memory, the two spent the evening watching not only the Lion King, but a follow-up Disney Classis as well. Once again, he hadn't been able to resist the puppy look, not that he'd tried very hard. He figured, if Davey was eating just to please him, he might as well do something back.

When the second movie had finally ended he yawned, stretching comfortably on the couch. "Think it's time we hit the hay sweetie" Chaz for one was super tired from the whole day, and the alcohol was starting to have its last effects, making him drowsy and making it hard for him to keep his eyes open. "Guest room for me as usual?"

Before his parents had died, Davey had spent a lot of time in this house with Chaz, so he was used to finding his way around the place. Standing up, he yawned again, his shirt riding up just a few inches to reveal his tanned stomach.

[David Easley]

The evening passed with the two boys watching The Lion King and stuffing themselves with leftover pizza. Or rather, Chaz stuffing himself. Davey on the other hand barely ate two slices. Tiny slices at that.

Sometime during the second movie (another Disney), feeling safe and warm in Chaz's arms Davey had fallen asleep. He felt Chaz stir and was vaguely aware of the Hufflepuff saying it was bedtime. Bed sounded good. He mumbled a sleepy response to Chaz's question. He didn't know what Chaz had asked really. He was still half-asleep.


Which was exactly why as the two boys stood up, he started wandering towards the door. When Davey was half-asleep like this, he had a habit of randomly wandering wherever his feet happened to take him. Tonight was the front door.

Davey wasn't sure why he did this. Probably because he was so tired. The Gryffindor was also a sleepwalker. In fact, it had gotten so bad that a few years ago his parents had put a special ward on the door that they activated before they went to bed to prevent him from wandering off in the middle of the night. It was rather effective.

Of course now with them gone, there was no one to activate it. So, for tonight he would have to hope Chaz stopped him before he wandered off

[Chaz Hutchinson]

Chaz laughed softly when he realised Davey was still half asleep, wandering towards the door rather than his bedroom. Walking over to him, he put his hand at the boys hip, gently steering him in the other direction. "Bed, sweetie. It's indoors, not outside." His voice was soft and warm, arms wrapped around the other as he tried getting him where he needed him to be - his own bedroom. "If you go outside I'll have to magic us a bed there and snuggle up with you to keep you warm, and it's bound to snow so I'd rather not do that..."

Not that he'd mind sharing a bed with Davey. They'd done it before when the blonde had had a bad dream or was scared because of a thunderstorm. It was nothing sexual, the two just cuddled up and went to sleep that way, and there was nothing awkward about it, even if they woke up tangled up together.

He managed to get his friend to his bed, helped him undress and put the covers over him, kissing his forehead the way his mum would've done. "Get some rest honey, you know I'll drag your ass around all day tomorrow" Chaz joked quietly, yawning before making his way towards the guestroom. He suddenly felt tired, worn out completely, and barely managed to undress before collapsing on top of the covers.

[David Easley]

Davey was just vaguely aware of Chaz leading him up to his room and of the older boy helping him undress and get in bed. He stirred slightly when Chaz kissed his forehead. clinging for a moment to the brunette before his hand slipped away and sleep overtook him once more.


For once, Davey slept soundly throughout the night. No nightmares plaguing him. That is, until about two in the morning when the storm started. It started as any storm would, a sprinkling of rain, a low rumble of thunder, random flashes of lightening.

However, it went from annoying to downright terrifying pretty fast. Lightning flashed erratically, rain poured down, and thunder crashed and rumbled.

With each low rumble Davey whimpered in fear, covering his head with the blanket much like a child would. Suddenly a loud clap of thunder had him scrambling from the bed running towards Chaz's room. The blond hesitated outside the door, unsure if he should go in. Another crash of thunder quickly made up his mind for him.

He opened the door and slipped into the room, making his way towards the bed. "Chaz?" he called softly, not sure if his friend was awake. The next rumble of thunder and flash of lightning however quickly had him thinking 'screw that' and he crawled in bed with the other boy.

The Gryffindor snuggled next to Chaz, trying to block out the sounds of the storm. He quickly learned however, that this would not be possible as this was one of the worst storms he'd experienced. With each crash of thunder, he shook more and more, practically burying himself in Chaz's arms.

He could feel another panic attack coming on as his breath became ragged and shallow and the first few tears slipped from his eyes. Davey hated storms. Was terrified of them in fact. As if that was not already obvious.

[Chaz Hutchinson]

Chaz had been asleep until the moment Davey appeared at his door - almost as if he'd unconsciously been waiting for it to happen. He pulled back the covers to let in his friend, tugging him into his arms without a word. As his best friend, he knew how terrified Davey was of thunder storms, and it hadn't been the first time the blonde had come to his bed in the middle of the night. Luckily this time he didn't have to cross an entire castle to get to him, and there was no danger of being caught after curfew.

Rubbing his back softly, the brunette stiffled a yawn and rested his chin on top of the others head. He very much wanted to fall asleep, but the needs of his friend overruled what his body was craving, and he blinked out into the dark room for a couple of moments, trying to stay awake. When he was sure he wasn't going to succumb to the desires of his body, he pressed lips to his friends forehead, bringing him even closer.

"Hey...it's alright honey." This was the second time today, and he was seriously running out of comforting words to say, except for the age old words he kept repeating over and over. It was okay, he was here, he'd help him. "You're safe sweetie...You can stay here with me." Even if the thunder kept rumbling on all night, he'd keep him safe in his arms, make sure that nothing happened to the tiny blonde.

[David Easley]

Although the storm continued to rage, Davey was comforted by Chaz's warm hand rubbing his back and slowly began to calm down. Part of him told him he should be ashamed of himself. Running to his friend over something silly as a storm. The other part however, defended him, saying he'd always been afraid of storms and it was always Chaz he sought out for comfort. Davey liked that half of the little voice in his head much better.

Why did people have that little voice anyway? Some people seemed to have conversations with it. If you looked closely, you could see it in their facial expressions. Especially when they thought no one was paying attention.

Finally Davey sniffled, wiping the last tears from his eyes. "I'm sorry" he whispered. He always apologized after a panic attack. Even though he knew it was something he could not really control. He just felt so bad putting all his fears and problems on Chaz. It wasn't Chaz's fault if Davey was scared of storms. Why should he have to help him all the time?

Of course he knew Chaz would argue that as his best friend it was his job to protect and take care of the younger boy, and while Davey was grateful for that, he also could not help but hope that someday this fear of storms would fade.

[Chaz Hutchinson]

Chaz shook his head when Davey apologised, putting his finger against the younger boys lips. He shouldn't have to feel bad for needing him so much, not when a part of Chaz really liked that he did. He liked feeling needed and wanted, and he enjoyed being able to take care of him. Of course he didn't want Davey to be so scared and on the verge of a panic attack, but he secretly had to admit that he liked being able to make things better. Being the ONLY person who could make things better. It was very selfish, but whenever a storm raged, he was sorta hoping it was bad enough to drive the younger male to his bed.

He couldn't really explain that to anyone though, because he knew what they would think. They'd assume it was something sexual, that he was repressing or denying his gay side, and that was simply not true. It had nothing to do with sex or wanting Davey, it was just...being the protector, the strong one. He liked that. Even when he was younger, he'd hated having to feel weak, and there was nothing that made him feel more relaxed and worth it than when he was able to make someone feel better. It was the part of him that always worried he wasn't a good enough friend that got silenced when Davey climbed into his bed at night.

"Do you feel better now? Can I get you some water or something?" His voice was quiet, lips inches away from Daveys cheek. They were pressed close together, his arms wrapped tightly around the younger boy. It was comfortable like this, despite the fact that they were both only clad in boxers.

[David Easley]

Davey loved that Chaz was always there for him. Always protecting him. Always the strong one. When a storm raged it was always Chaz's bed he ended up in. Only Chaz could make him feel safe.

He knew what some people would say,. That they were secretly shagging but didn't want anyone to know. That was not the case. Yes, Davey was gay. Yes, he was attracted to Chaz. No, they were not dating or having sex. Chaz simply protected him. Made him feel that everything would be alright.

He nodded when Chaz asked if he felt better. "I'm fine now" he said with a smile. "No, I'm good" he said when Chaz offered to get him some water. He just wanted to stay here wrapped up in Chaz's arms. The other boy's breath warm against his cheek.

Davey's mind flashed back to earlier in the evening when he'd first kissed Chaz. The kiss had been quick and unexpected but still sweet and warm. It was something he'd like to try again.

And so, gathering up all the courage he could muster, and quickly making his move before said courage failed him, he turned his face so that his lips were just inches away from Chaz's and for the second time that night, placed a soft kiss upon the older boys lips. The blond blushed and looked away. He shouldn't have done that.

[Chaz Hutchinson]

Chaz wasn't really surprised this time, at least, not by the kiss. What did surprise him was his own response, when he leaned in and connected their lips again the moment Davey pulled back. It should freak him out, it should make him stop right away, but he didn't. Why? Chaz honestly couldn't give an answer to that. It just. It felt. Like this was what he was supposed to be doing. Like this was the right thing. Besides, it was just another way to comfort him, wasn't it?

Of course he was smarter than that, but he honestly didn't want to think about it too much. He'd kissed back, the next move was up to Davey, and if the blonde pulled away, so be it. They'd probably play this off as the both of them being drunk anyway, when morning came. Though Chaz knew that wasn't exactly true. He'd slept off most of the alcohol, but still, thinking that Davey was inebriated was easier than trying to figure out why he'd really decided to kiss him.

Part of Chaz knew that Davey liked him as more than a friend, but whenever that voice in his head piped up, he was quick to shut it down. He didn't need to notice the way the other looked at him, all soft eyes and wistful smile, and he didn't need to understand that it was Davey being jealous when he spent the day with Caye instead of him. They worked well as friends, and anything beyond that was bound to fuck things up.

[David Easley]

Davey blinked in surprise. Chaz had kissed him back. Now what? The blond's first instinct was to pull away once more and retreat back to his own room. He quickly squashed that idiotic idea however. This was what he'd always wanted wasn't it? For him to kiss Chaz and for Chaz to kiss back.

So, with his mind made up the Gryffindor kissed the Hufflepuff once more. This time putting a little more force and passion into it. He didn't know what would happen in the morning. Neither did he care. He only cared about this moment. Right here. Right now.

Besides, he figured they'd probably just pass it off as the two of them being drunk. But he knew that was not the case. He had slept most of the alcohol off and as far as he could tell, so had Chaz. He could not detect any on his breath at any rate.

Still, when morning came they would laugh and joke about how wasted they had gotten and neither of them would mention the kiss. Things would return to normal and they would go back to being friends. Nothing more and nothing less. Just the way it should be.

But why should it have to be that why? Why couldn't they be a couple. Of course Davey knew why. Anything other than friendship between the two was bound to get fucked up. Still, that did not stop the blond from wanting it.

[Chaz Hutchinson]

Chaz couldn't remember breathing the few moments it took for Davey to make up his mind. All he knew was that he was waiting, heart beating quickly, not sure what he wanted the other to do. Part of him knew that it was better if his friend pulled away, went to his own bed, and slept off whatever weird funk they were in. But the other part, the part that wanted to be loved and cherished, the part that selfishly wanted someone to WANT him...well it got his wish.

He knew that it was wrong to want this, that he should be happy with Caye, but that was just the point. Caye didn't want him. Not the way she used to. They used to be crazy about each other, making out whenever they crossed paths. Now...well, ever since the night she'd cheated on him, things were different. She was different. Careless, as if he hardly mattered to her anymore. He knew that she loved him, that there was some reason they were still together, but more often than not it felt like it was more convenience than anything.

It wasnt a proper reason to kiss Davey back, let alone to pull the blonde on top of him and slide fingers down his side, but that was what he was doing now, regardless of the consequences. He was holding him close, returning the passion and craving more of whatever it was that was happening between them.

[David Easley]

Davey couldn't help but smile as the brunette kissed him back, pulling the blond on top of him. Running his hands down his sides.

He knew this was wrong. Knew they shouldn't be doing this. Chaz had a girlfriend. But at this point, Davey could care less. After all, from what he had observed, Caye didn't want Chaz anyway. Not the way she used to at least. After all, what kind of loving girlfriend would cheat on her guy anyway. Especially a guy as sweet and amazing as Chaz.

So, Davey buried his doubts and just went along with his heart. And his heart was telling him to kiss Chaz. To kiss him until the other boy told him to stop, or until the need for air overruled the desire to kiss.

Pressing closer against the brunette he placed a small kiss at the corner of his mouth, then several more on various places around his face. Lips, cheeks, nose, forehead, chin, even that little place just behind Chaz's ear.

Part of him, the pessimistic part said that he'd regret this in the morning. The other half though, the half that didn't drive him crazy with doom and gloom said what did he have to regret?

[Chaz Hutchinson]

Oh God that felt good. The others lips wandering over his face, hitting that sensitive spot just behind his ear. How did he know these things? Chaz was pretty damn sure he'd never told him what his turn-ons were, but that spot was definitely one of them. Brushing his thumb over Daveys lips, he quickly claimed them again, not wanting to think besides what his body wanted. His fingers slid lower, down to his hips where he brushed his fingertips over the blondes hipbone.

Letting his lips wander south, he licked at his collarbone, letting teeth graze softly at sensitive skin. Like he'd done with Caye, he liked experiencing what someone liked, loved discovering their sensitive spots. He was a very attentive lover, always giving more than he expected in return. Caye hadn't been his first, but she'd been the girl he had been with longest, so he knew exactly what got her eyes glazing over.

It was different with a boy. There were no breasts that he could play with, and he wasn't all too sure whether mans nipples were sensitive too. Letting his fingers play with the hem of his boxers, he grinned at him as they parted to catch their breath, before letting his lips wander.

[David Easley]

Davey laughed nervously. He seemed to have found out what Chaz liked without even knowing. That made him feel special for some reason. Like they were more connected than they'd thought.

He shivered slightly as Chaz's fingers brushed lightly over his hips. Then the brunettes lips grazed over his collarbone. Oh god that felt amazing. The blonde's collarbone was a very sensitive area for him. Although it was not as sensitive as the hollow at the base of his neck, or that spot below his ear. Where his jawline and neck met. If Chaz knew about those...

Another crash of thunder startled him and he jumped slightly, turning slightly fearful eyes towards the window. He knew that was a bad idea. Seeing the storm. The trees blowing in the wind, and the lightning flashing across the sky, the rain lashing against the windows, would only scare him more. But he couldn't help it. He had to look.

What was he? A masochist? Did he seriously get pleasure from scaring himself half to death? Davey tore his eyes away from the window and smiled at Chaz, leaning towards the brunette for another kiss. As long as Chaz was with him, he was safe.

[Chaz Hutchinson]

Chaz was determined to make him forget all about the storm. And possibly that there was another world outside of their bed. It was almost strange, thinking of it as their bed, but that's what it was right now. Not just the bed he slept in, but the bed they had made out in. Were making out in. Oh God. He knew he shouldn't be thinking about this right now, that he'd be freaking out worse than Davey was, and it was something neither of them would be able to stand at the moment. If he stopped now, if he allowed himself to think, he'd have to send Davey to his own bed, and with the storm still raging on, it would lead to a disastrous night for the both of them.

So instead he kissed him again, deciding to pick passion over reason, letting his fingers brush over skin he suddenly yearned to discover. His lips traveled, finding a soft spot at the base of his neck, sucking there until he'd heard his friends breath speeding up. It felt almost right like this. Almost as if he instinctively knew what the other liked, and how could that be wrong? How could it be wrong to cause pleasure in someone else, to want and feel wanted?

Of course he knew the answer to that. It was very simple. Caye. His girl. Nothing about this situation would be wrong if it weren't for her. But right now, the selfish part of him ignored this, the little voice in his head claiming that she'd done the same. That she'd done worse, sleeping with someone even. That wouldn't happen to him. He cared too much about Davey.