Christmas For The Wicked [Davey]

[David Easley]

Davey was grateful that Chaz was trying to make him forget about the storm. That was just like him to try and make the blonde feel better. After all, wasn't that what friends were for? Davey knew that had the situation been reversed, he would've done the same thing for Chaz.

He hoped though, that Chaz didn't start thinking about what they were doing, and realize that it wasn't the brightest idea they'd had and send the younger boy back to his own bed. Davey didn't want to go back to his own bed. Was he being selfish? Maybe. But why shouldn't he be selfish once in a while? He'd wanted this for so long, and now that he finally had it, he wasn't about to let it go. Not yet at least.

The small blonde sighed softly as gentle fingers brushed over his skin. He and Chaz had cuddled and even given eachother little pecks on the cheek before, but they'd never been this intimate. Davey had to admit it was a little scary. But it felt so good too. It felt..right. As if it was meant to happen.

He could feel his breathing speed up as Chaz found that spot at the base of his neck. The older boy sucking at the soft skin. God, how did he know about that?

[Chaz Hutchinson]

The storm was dying down, he could hear it through the soft moans and heavy breathing that occurred in this bedroom. It had stopped thundering a few minutes ago, the sky wasn't lit up by lightning every few seconds and the branches of the trees hadn't hit the windows at all since he'd slipped down to kiss the spot at the base of Daveys neck. He knew that he had no solid reason to continue doing this anymore, and at the same time he didn't want his best friend to think that it was the only reason he'd kissed him.

Eventually he decided to let this continue for a couple more minutes, savouring every kiss and carress that he received, before pulling back. His breathing was laboured, eyes soft as he brushed his thumb over the others lips. They were red and swollen, and part of him felt this weird thrill in knowing that it had been him who'd been responsible for this look. It suited Davey, and a little voice in his head piped up, saying he wanted to see him like this more often.

Pushing this all back, he tried to give his friend the most honest smile he could muster, making sure that he didn't see anything of the silent freak-out threatening to take his brain hostage. "We should go sleep..." It was probably best if they didn't discuss this, at least not now, but if he was honest, he preferred never. "Do you wanna stay here in case the storm starts again?" Despite what had just happened, regardless of the fact that part of him needed to be alone right now, he was still a good enough friend to put Daveys needs first.

[David Easley]

Davey smiled softly at the feeling of gentle hands carressing his skin. Although it had been scary as fuck at first, Davey was glad he'd taken the plunge and kissed Chaz. Of course now it just left him wanting more. But he knew better than to push it. Poor Chaz was probably already freaked out enough from the kiss. It wouldn't do to push things anymore past their comfort zone. They'd done enough of that tonight.

So, Davey would just have to be content with cuddling for now. And that was alright. It was warm, safe, familiar. As cheesy and cliched as it sounded, cuddling with Chaz was like cuddling with a much beloved stuffed animal. Yes, Davey still had all his little animals from when he was a baby. Not that he actually slept with any of them of course. They were all in storage. But that was beside the point. The point was, he loved cuddling with Chaz. He knew that even after their worst fights, snuggling up next to eachother was their silent way of saying 'I'm sorry'

The blond shrugged when Chaz asked him if he wanted to stay in case the storm started again. The truth was, he did want to stay, but he also knew that Chaz needed some time to himself. Not sure how to answer he grew shy and quiet again. "I-I don't have to stay. I can go back to my own bed if you need to be alone for a while" he said softly, chewing nervously on his bottom lip.

[Chaz Hutchinson]

"I-I don't have to stay. I can go back to my own bed if you need to be alone for a while"

And here he'd been, hoping that the blonde would make the decision for him. Chaz chewed on his lip too, noticing that it felt hot and slightly stung underneath his teeth. Taking a deep breath, he decided to plunge much like Davey had, except in this case he wasn't being selfish. He was thinking of what was better in the long run, for the both of them, and that obviously had to include making things as comfortable as possible. Or at least not as incredibly awkward as they'd be if Davey left right now.

"Stay. I'd like you to." It was half true at least, and he figured that he could pretend to be asleep at some point and freak out in quiet. He was good at that. Could be sitting with his friends and be miles away at the same time. So there was no reason that Davey should notice, except for the way that Davey almost always seemed to notice. He sincerely hoped that this time he'd let him off the hook for that.

[David Easley]

Davey smiled shyly. "Are you sure?" he asked biting his lip with nervousness. He didn't want Chaz to feel uncomfortable after all. True, they had slept in the same bed more times than either boy cared to count. But for some reason, tonight Davey couldn't help but feel like he was intruding on his friend's personal space. Of course he knew that was a bit ridiculous after their little smooch-fest. But still, Davey had always been the type of person that was never really sure about his decisions.


Davey hated that about himself. He hated that he was never really sure of himself, that he never quite had the confidence that Chaz did. Of course he had to admit, sometimes it was an act. Sometimes he was just being selfish. Pretending to be scared or whatever, just so he could run to Chaz for comfort. He knew it was wrong, but he couldn't stop. Didn't want to stop. He wanted Chaz to make him feel safe. The blond knew he was being petty and jealous, but he didn't want Chaz to be with Caye, he wanted Chaz to be with him. He wanted the brunette all to himself.

But he couldn't have the other boy to himself. So he had to settle for this. For secret cuddles in the middle of the night. For random hugs and kisses on the cheek. He knew that when they got back to school, both boys would go on abouut their business as if nothing had happened. That was how it had to be. No one would ever know of what happened here. Unless of course Chaz told Tom. Which he probably would. But Tom was a cool guy. Davey knew he wouldn't spill their secret.

But why did it have to be such a secret? Why did they have to keep this in the dark? Davey knew why of course. It was because of Caye. Chaz was with Caye. Of course that didn't stop Davey from selfishly wishing that Chaz were with him. Because as much as he tried to deny it, he wasn't falling for Chaz. He was already in love with him.

[Chaz Hutchinson]

"Yeah I'm sure" Chaz managed a reassuring smile, brushing a kiss over Davey's forehead and cheek before turning around, his back facing the Gryffindor. "G'night" Although he wasn't acting like he normally was, he knew that his friend wouldn't call him out on it. Couldn't, because it meant having to discuss things they would rather not talk about. Not right now, but really not ever if he could manage it.

Eyes opened, he stared into the room, letting the scared, crazed feeling in his head take hostage of his entire being. He just about managed to keep breathing evenly, fingers curled into fists in front of his chest. What had he just done? What had happened to make him react like this to that kiss? He couldn't simply play it off as being lonely, as missing Caye, because he knew full well that this hadn't been some nameless girl. It was Davey, his best friend. His best, very much MALE friend.

He wasn't gay. He liked girls. He loved Caye. This was just. It was a mistake. That's all it was. A stupid mistake, and though he knew he should turn around and tell his friend exactly that, he couldn't find it in him to hurt the blonde. Of course, not saying a thing and treating him like nothing had happened would hurt worse, but in the long run, they'd still be the way they were now. Close friends, closer than brothers, cuddling together, loving each other as much as either of them could.

Besides. It wasn't like Davey didn't have these same feelings about the situation. Right? His friend had been just as confused as he was, offering to leave and all that. He probably felt just as freaked out and scared as Chaz was feeling at the moment, and he could bet that Davey was regretting this. But there would be nothing to regret, because he'd make damn sure that it wouldn't change their relationship!

With that thought firmly planted in his head, Chaz finally managed to relax enough to fall asleep, aided by the soft even breathing that came from behind him. Tomorrow would be better, one way or the other. They'd get over this weird funk, and they'd be the way they always were. Best friends. Nothing more.

[David Easley]

Much to his surprise and delight, Davey woke to see a blanket of freshly fallen snow covering the ground. He quickly jumped out of bed and ran to the window, nearly squealing with glee when he saw that it was still snowing. Taking a running jump, he landed on the bed next to Chaz and quickly straddled his best friend, bouncing up and down on Chaz's torso. "Chaz! Wake up! Wake up! It's snowing!!!" It was no surprise that Davey loved snow, and for it to be snowing Christmas morning was even better.

He bounced on Chaz a bit more tugging at his friend. "Wake. Up!!!!" he excalimed impatiently. What was taking Chaz so long to wake up? Finally Davey stopped his bouncing and sat there pouting, still sitting on his friend.

Davey knew that snow made him hyper, and silly, and childish. But he didn't care. He just wanted to go out and play in it. If Chaz ever got up that is. Tired of waiting for his friend, he let out a small growl and got off the bed and started getting his clothes out. He had every intention of pelting Chaz with snowballs while they were outside.