It’s MY birthday but YOU get the gift!

It might be MY birthday today, but here’s a gift for all of YOU – a holiday themed snippet I wrote that takes place immediately after the end of Memory’s Prisoner…

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THE GREATEST GIFT

An indistinct noise pulled Joey from his deep and restful sleep. Eyes still closed he stretched languidly, feeling the pleasant ache in his muscles. He smiled to himself as he remembered just why his body felt so heavy and sated.

Mitch.

After being apart for so long they were unable to get enough of one another, making love off and on for hours before finally falling asleep in each other’s arms.

The noise came again and Joey furrowed his brow. It sounded like…sleigh bells? In July? He rolled over, blinking opening his eyes into the near darkness of the bedroom. He automatically reached for Mitch but his hand encountered nothing but cool bed sheets. He sat up then, confused, as the sound of movement downstairs caught his attention.

Joey turned to kneel on the bed, facing the headboard, the sheet falling away from his naked body. He peered over the half-wall of the upstairs bedroom to look down onto the main living area of the loft, searching for Mitch. The overhang obscured part of his view of the living room but he could see the glow of the Christmas tree, painting the loft in soft multi-colored hues, illuminating the scattered remains of his Welcome Home party the night before.

Home.

From Joey’s perspective he’d only been gone for eight weeks. And that was long enough. But the reality, which Mitch had lived through – was that Joey had been gone for two years.

Curious as to what Mitch was doing, Joey slipped on his boxers and padded down the stairs, stopping halfway at the sight that greeted him. He clapped his hand over his mouth in a feeble attempt to stop the laugh that bubbled up. There was Mitch on his hands and knees on a blanket in front of the Christmas tree, dressed in nothing but a pair of skin tight red boxer briefs…and a Santa hat. With a jingle bell on the end.

Joey’s laugh caught Mitch’s attention and he straightened up, dropping the gift in his hand as Joey walked over and kneeled down next to him.

“What are you doing?” Joey smiled.

Mitch shrugged, grinning. “I didn’t have a chance to put out your gifts last night. I’ve got a couple years to make up for.”

Joey’s voice went soft. “I don’t need presents, Mitch. When I woke up and found you there, still waiting for me after all those years…that – “ his voice broke. “That was the greatest gift you could’ve ever given me.”

Mitch cupped Joey’s face with his hands. “I love you,” he whispered, heartfelt. “I would have waited forever.” Then he was kissing Joey soft and slow for long minutes.

When they eventually moved apart Mitch guided Joey’s left hand to the waistband of his red boxer briefs, leering playfully at him. “Would you like to unwrap this gift at least?”

Joey slipped his hand inside without hesitation, grinning widely at Mitch’s gasp. “Merry Christmas to me,” he chuckled as he toppled them both down onto the blanket.

~~~~~~

Interested in what came before?

MEMORY’S PRISONER

Detectives Mitchell Reid and Joseph Valentino of the Chicago Police Department have finally moved from friends to lovers, partners on the job and off. Then an escaped bank robber with a thirst for vengeance shatters their world. The police tactical raid to recapture the convict goes horribly wrong, leaving Mitch severely wounded and Joey with a devastating head injury. They both survive, but Joey’s long-term coma and memory loss will change their lives – and love – forever.

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