Snowed In On Christmas Eve

When David Jacobs woke up on Christmas Eve, New York City was already covered with a blanket of snow, and more was on its way. As soon as he looked out his window, David immediately started flipping out, much to the dismay of his bedmate, Jack Kelly.

"No, no, no, no, NO! It can’t be snowing now! I have so much to get done! Last minute shopping, decorating, baking the cookies for dinner tomorrow... Snow just complicates everything!" David grumbled while pacing the floor of the Midtown apartment the two shared. "Jack, this can’t be happening!"

Jack Kelly sleepily sat up in bed, annoyed at David’s behavior. "Davey, calm down. It’s only..." Jack glanced at the clock, his eyes widening, "eight o’clock? Davey, you mean to tell me you woke me up on this early on one of my days off? Are you kidding me?"

"Jack, it’s Christmas Eve. And I still need to get presents for my parents. And it’s a freakin’ blizzard outside. Why did I leave the most important present for last minute?" David stopped his pacing for a few seconds to look out his window for the millionth time since he got out of bed. "Oh no, it’s coming down even harder now! I’m never going to be able to get to the store!"

Jack’s response to David’s panicking was to simply throw a pillow at him. "Davey, if you are so worried about getting caught in the storm, stop your pacing, get dressed, and go now before it gets worse. And if you aren’t going to go, then come back to bed with me," Jack suggested, patting the spot on the bed next to him.

David turned around, with a look of realization on his face. "I just had a great idea, thanks Jack... I’m going to go now before the storm gets worse!" With that, he began scurrying around the room, bundling himself up to confront the storm. Jack simply rolled his eyes, and lay back down under the covers.

Just as David was buttoning his coat, the power went out. This sent David into yet another panic.

"Shoot! That’s just one more thing to add to my list of bad Christmas Eve omens. First snow, and then a power outage. What’s next?" David rambled on, while Jack peeked out from behind the covers, watching with amusement as to what his partner’s next move would be. "I’m heading out now, Jack. Stay warm!" And with that, he left the apartment.

Only to return a few minutes later, more complaints on his lips. "The elevator’s not working. And I am not walking down ten flights of steps. What am I going to do now, Jack? Not only will I show up at my parent’s house tomorrow with no gifts for them, but we will probably freeze to death tonight if our heat doesn’t come on again!"

Jack simply smirked at David’s last comment. "I know one way we can keep warm."

David was not in any mood for any of Jack’s responses, and glared at him, not catching any of Jack’s not-so-subtle advances. "Oh yeah, and what is that?"

Jack reached out and grabbed his boyfriend’s arm, pulling him into bed. "I’ll give you three guesses, and the first two don’t count,"

"But...but...I have so much to do! I can’t spend the entire day in bed, everything will be-" Jack cut his rambling off with a kiss, and David basically melted under his touch. "Oh, screw it," Davey muttered, kicking off his snow boots, climbing into bed next to his lover. "Merry Christmas Eve, Jack."