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You For Christmas

(A M/M Short Story)

Valerie Ullmer

2017 Smashwords Edition

You For Christmas (A M/M Short Story)

Copyright © 2017 Valerie Ullmer  Smashwords Edition.

All rights reserved.  No part of this book may be reproduced, scanned, or distributed in either print or electronic form without written permission from the author.  Quotes used in reviews are the one exception.  No alteration of content is allowed.

This book is a work of fiction and any resemblance to persons, living or dead, places and locales, or events, is purely coincidental.  All characters and events portrayed in this book are completely fictitious and dreamed up by the author.

Cover Designed by Valerie Ullmer (valerieullmerdesigns.com)

Chapter One

Parker

Parker shook off the soft flakes of snow and stomped his feet on the porch to get circulation back in his cold feet.  He ran his hand through his brown hair, mussing it to get the moisture out, before he unlocked and opened the door to the apartment, blowing out a relieved breath when heat surrounded him.  He listened for Jonah to call out, but as Parker stood there, he couldn’t hear any sounds coming from inside.

Parker spotted Jonah’s dark blue parka hanging up on the peg.  His boots tucked under the bench.  The little signs of how Jonah kept his belongings neat made Parker smile.  Even after over three years of living together.

They were complete opposites in every way.  From the way they looked to their personalities.  But despite everything, they somehow meshed and became best friends.

Jonah was self-assured, quiet, and completed everything with intensity and focus.  He stood at six two, broad-shouldered, and a muscular body he earned from working out five days a week.  The thought of dragging himself to the gym exhausted Parker.  Adding the brooding, beautiful look, Jonah had dark, almost black hair.  The look came from his Korean ancestry on his father’s side.  His light brown eyes were vibrant and would shine hazel on a sunny day.  Jonah’s eyes could pierce him with a look that made Parker believe he had no secrets to hide.

Although Parker had successfully managed to keep one in all the years they’d known each other.

Parker, on the other hand, never took anything seriously.  He loved laughing and having a good time.  Although he thrived in art and computer classes, he struggled with the ones Jonah excelled at.  Business and finance.  Parker stood at under six foot.  He was in shape, not anything close to Jonah, but he had managed to pack muscle on his skinny frame throughout the years by running to class when he was late.  He had messy brown hair he’d kept longer than absolutely necessary, but not because it was fashionable.  Most of the time Parker would become too involved in a project or spending time with Jonah to bother getting it cut.  He loved evenings where they lazed on the couch and Jonah would run his fingers through it.

Parker took off the last of his winter gear he’d donned to make the trek across campus.  As he stepped past the foyer, he heard Jonah’s low clipped voice coming from the other room.  He couldn’t make out the words, but Jonah never showed emotion easily, even to Parker, who knew him better than anyone.  So, if he was angry, it meant he was on the phone with his estranged parents.  The couple managed to bring out Jonah’s temper with quick efficiency.

Parker pulled his socks back into place and walked toward Jonah’s bedroom.  He didn’t want to intrude so when he reached the doorway, he leaned against the frame.

When he sensed movement, Jonah glanced up and met Parker’s eyes.  Parker’s heart squeezed at the pain etched on Jonah’s face.  Without thinking, he pushed off and walked straight to Jonah’s arms and buried his face against Jonah’s neck.  As Jonah wrapped one arm around him, Parker’s arms reached around him so he could rub Jonah’s back for comfort.

After several minutes, the tension left Jonah and he sagged against Parker.  Parker planned to back out of the room and give him space, but Jonah’s arm tightened around him, not quite ready to let go.  Parker’s thoughts ceased as he caught Jonah’s scent, something that reminded Parker of home every time he smelled the combination of a rainstorm and fresh-cut cedar.

Jonah’s chest rumbled with the last few terse words and ended his phone call.  Jonah dropped his arm and tossed his cell on the dresser next to his bed.

Parker let the silence grow between them, knowing Jonah would only talk when he was ready.  When Jonah took and deep breath and stepped back, Parker dropped his hold.

Are you okay?

Jonah’s hollow laugh made Parker flinch.

My parents.  They wanted me to know they have transferred my entire trust fund into the bank account.

Parker nodded.  Something about Jonah’s flat tone had him confused.  Parker wondered why this information upset Jonah.

They also told me I was old enough to take care of myself.

Parker scoffed.  Jonah was the most capable man he’d ever met.  When Parker