A Christmas Story (1)

Series: Stories series. Like shorts, these are generally done by request and have some personification of the requester in the story.  Unlike shorts, these are longer (6k+ words) and move descriptive and world building. 

 

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It was the most wonderful time of the year! That is, if you are all for the hype and believe the song that's blasted on everything with a speaker a hundred times a day. Malls were filled with overly energetic children and burnt out parents. Nights have become quite, still, and cold. Snowflakes drifted down in slow, lazy spirals, dusting the quiet suburban and city yards in white. At one such place, a porch light glowed warm against the cold, and two young men stood on the walkway, shivering only a little, but grinning a lot. As they held each other wand watched the snow, both could think of no where else they would rather be. It was their first Christmas together, as in together together, and they were both way to excited about it. Their parents, blissfully, were both supportive and over joyed at the new couple, and were currently leaving them alone. Two men? Raging hormones? ALONE! What could possibly go wrong? Evan tugged at the hem of his tank top, the absolute perfect clothing to be wearing in the snow by the way, his breath fogging in the winter air. He was already laughing.

“Dude, you are insane,” he said, stamping his feet in the snow, but clearly no anger in his voice. “Who drags their boyfriend outside on Christmas Eve? In a tank no less!”

 

The other young man, Cody, was wearing the world’s ugliest knitted Christmas sweater. It assaulted the eyes with reds, greens, and was of course violently glittery. It even had a button you could press to make the whole damn thing light up and sing. Cody loved it, Evan pretended to hate it. But that was their thing, well one of them. Evan was the one who looked like a bad boy but was the calm one, and totally devoted to his Cody. Cody was always the jokester, always full of ridiculous ideas, and always the one who could talk Evan into anything. Cody knew dragging Evan outside on Christmas Eve was ridiculous. Hell, he counted on it being ridiculous. That was half the fun. But seeing Evan out there in the snow, with that damn messy hair, a tank top that did absolutely nothing to hide the body under it, cheeks already red from the cold... Cody felt that warm, stupid flutter in his chest that had absolutely nothing to do with the temperature.

 

“Because,” Cody announced dramatically, “it’s time for you to unwrap your present.”

 

Evan snorted. “Oh really?” he said, hands on hips. “Time to unwrap my present, huh?”

 

 

 

 

Evan stepped forward, laughing under his breath as he grabbed the hem of the obnoxious sweater. Cody lifted his arms obediently, smirking the whole time. Evan dragged it up, slowly, teasingly, until the sweater peeled off and Cody was left standing shirtless in the snowfall. Was it wise? No. Was it hot as hell? Oh yeah...

 

And oh, Evan lit up.

 

Cody’s chest and torso was covered in that soft, full, warm body hair Evan adored far more than he ever admitted out loud. For an younger man, Cody had a lot of it, and Evan couldn’t stop staring. It framed his pecs, tapered down his abs, and made a perfect trail disappearing into his jeans. Evan giggled, like a kid unable to control himself. And why would he? This was his man after all. 

 

“Oh my god,” Evan whispered, eyes sparkling. “Fucking perfect.”

 

Cody grinned, rolling his shoulders back with the kind of confidence that came naturally only when he knew Evan was looking. Snowflakes clung to his chest hair like tiny ornaments, and instead of wiping them away, he pushed his arms up behind his head, just to frame everything better. Just to tease Evan that much more. His torso rose and expanded, chest lifting, the thick, warm hair across it shifting with the motion. Even in the dim winter light, every detail stood out. The hair curled softly over his pecs, tapering as it traveled downward, following the sculpted grooves of his midsection. He flexed again. His pecs hardened under the hair, lifting slightly, a firm swell under the soft covering. Then his abs tightened all at once, the whole core locking in like a shield. The muscles bunched together beneath the hair, outlining every ridge, upper abs, midline, the deep cuts near his obliques. The body hair only made it more dramatic, highlighting the shape as the muscles pushed forward beneath it. The way the porch light hit him made him look carved out of something heavier than stone, something warm, alive, and full of challenge. Cody flexed harder, drawing in just enough air to make his stomach flatten, the eight distinct bricks of his abs rising like armor plates. He even gave his torso a slight twist, showing off how deep the grooves went, how the muscle rolled under the hair in a slow, controlled wave.

A smile crept across his face, crooked, cocky, unmistakably a dare.

The look he gave Evan wasn’t just confidence.
It was invitation.
It was permission.
It was: Come try to break this wall.

“Well?” Cody said, voice dropping into a playful challenge. “Go for it.”

 

Evans brain blue screened, fizzled out, took a moment to reboot, then clicked. This was yet another one of their things, and the main on that had them actually meet. It was about two years ago, they were just two random kids in a local gym's boxing class. They took it up, because why not? Along with the other guys, they always were taking turns on the heavy bag before, little by little would only be paired up together. Then some time after that realizing they loved the same thing: the thud of a solid gut shot, the rush, the trust, the weirdly intimate tension of it all. A shared secret. A shared thrill. Yeah, something that made them as hard as a rock just thinking about it. It was the place their whole relationship had started. Now back in the present, shirtless in the snow, Cody wanted some. And Evan’s whole face brightened, breath quickening, hands already curling into fists. Cody locked his hands behind him,chest hair catching flakes like they were tiny decorations, that cocky grin spreading across his face.

 

“Alright, boy,” he said, and damn how he said it. “Let’s see if you can dent me.”

 

Evan tried to control the rush of blood going south, rolled his shoulders, took a breath, and swung.

 

THUD.

 

His fist hit Cody’s hairy abs, and for a split second Evan could feel everything. The warmth of Cody’s body against the freezing air, the soft drag of body hair brushing his knuckles, the immediate, immovable hardness beneath it. Cody didn’t flinch. Didn’t grunt. Didn’t even exhale. Didn’t move. Didn’t want to move. The impact hit deep in his abs, traveling through the warm, soft layer of hair before sinking right into the muscle he tensed for him. The hit felt good, damn good, but not painful. It was solid, meaningful. He liked the weight behind Evan’s fist, liked the trust it took for Evan to throw it. And God, Evan’s face afterward! His wide eyes, almost offended that Cody didn’t flinch, Cody could’ve kissed him right there in the snow.

 

 

 

Then Evan hit Cody again.
And again.

And again..... 

 

“Are you... are you kidding me?”

Evan blinked, his voice both respect, love, and maybe a little annoyed. 

 

“That all you got?”

Cody smirked, cocky as hell.

  

Evan pulled his arm back and fired another shot, lower this time, aiming at that thickly haired lower belly.

His fist plunged forward, knuckles brushing through Cody’s warm body hair before sinking into the dense muscle beneath. The lower belly was always Cody’s sweet spot, where the hair thickened into a soft, dark mat over rock-solid abs. Evan felt that hair compress under his knuckles for a split second before bam, the wall of muscle stopped him cold.  The impact rippled up Evan’s arm, but Cody’s lower abs held firm, flexing in a powerful band beneath the hair. The muscle tensed so hard Evan could feel the individual ridges through the softness, like hitting a heavily padded brick. Evan gritted his teeth, focused (or tried too) stepped in closer, and hammered another shot. This time, the right side, just above the hip. His fist slid across Cody’s obliques, the thick body hair brushing his skin before the oblique muscle flexed sharply, deflecting the blow with insulting ease. Then another shot. Left side. Right into that hairy lower abline.

THUD.

Nothing.

Cody exhaled slowly, almost bored, knowing damn well it would just drive Evan more.

“You’re cute when you’re trying.”

Evan wasn’t having it. He dropped his stance just like they taught in the gym, hips low, shoulder aligned, fist tight, and delivered a clean uppercut into Cody’s gut. His fist tunneled up through the body hair, burying deep into the soft warmth before slamming into the densely packed core beneath. Cody’s abs flexed hard, the whole lower belly tightening under the hit. Evan felt everything, every ridge, every line, every impossible band of muscle stacking up and locking into place like armor. Cody’s breath didn’t even hitch. Evan was on fire now, feeling it in his chest. He charged in with a flurry, with purpose, A left. A right. Left-left combo across the centerline. A sharp hook into the upper abs, where the hair thinned just enough for him to see the muscle snap tight underneath. Then another low shot, right below the navel, where the body hair was the thickest.

Impact after impact.
Shock after shock.
Snow flying around them with every punch.

And Cody? That fucking bastard, Cody just stood there, chest bare, abs flexed, hair shifting with each hit, smiling like the world's cockiest Christmas present. Evan’s knuckles were warm, almost burning, from hitting that unbreakable body. The sensation of Cody’s hair brushing his skin with every punch was oddly comforting, soft on the surface, steel underneath.

Evan kept going.

A hard straight punch dead center. Another to the ribs. Another right into the solar plexus.

His fists bounced off Cody’s abs like they were molded concrete covered in fur. Evan’s breath grew ragged, part cold, part exertion, part amazement. But would he stop? hell no. He aimed one last blow at the lower belly again, trying to push deeper, trying to make that thick hair part enough for him to feel some weakness.

THUMP.

 

Nothing. Cody just looked down at him with amused eyes. Evan’s breath hitched. He loved this, loved the way Cody’s body was both soft and impossibly solid at the same time. Evans fist flew, hitting Cody again. Then again, then harder. Each time, Evan could feel Cody’s abs tighten under his fist, the muscles shifting, bunching, almost asking for more. Demanding more. The hair along Cody’s torso trembled with the impact, and watching it made Evan’s head swim.

 

“Fuck” Evan muttered between hits, “Never enough...”

 

Cody just grinned wider. “Come on. Break me.”

 

Challenge accepted.

 

Evan planted his feet in the snow, grit his teeth, switched his stance, and began throwing combinations again. Did he want to hurt his boyfriend? Maybe a little... Definitely wanted to break that amazing ab wall? Yes. Do some something that weren't G rated after? Also yes. But first, Evan had to make Cody pay for that cocky ass grin. A left hook, right jab, left-left uppercuts, right hook to the obliques. Each punch slammed into Cody’s warm, hairy midsection, sending a satisfying shock up Evan’s arm. But Cody’s body barely moved, absorbing every hit like it was nothing. The more Evan tried to break that abs wall, the more impossible it became. And the more impossible it became, the more Evan fell for Cody.

 

“Why—won’t—you—bend?!” Evan said between punches, each word punctuated by another body shot.

Evan hit him again, aiming higher this time, right into the upper abs. His fist drove through the cold air and struck deep into Cody’s torso, burying through the thick chest hair that thinned only slightly as it reached the upper abdomen. Cody flexed slowly but deliberately. The muscle rose beneath the hair like a barrier snapping into place, the upper abs forming a tight, ridged platform. Evan’s knuckles bounced off it, like literally freaking bounced, as if he had struck a padded steel plate. Evan didn't care, he didn’t stop. He shifted his stance, twisted his shoulder, and fired a right hook that drilled straight into Cody’s liver region. His fist crashed into the dense mass of muscle and hair there, feeling the warmth of Cody’s body fight against the cold winter air. The blow sank deep, but Cody’s torso shifted only a fraction...absorbing, deflecting, then stabilizing like the hit was a mild inconvenience.

Cody grunted from the pressure, but it wasn’t pain.
More like satisfaction.

Because of course it was good.... and of course it didn't hurt.  

Evan followed immediately with an uppercut to the solar plexus, one of the few spots on Cody’s torso barely covered in hair. His fist struck directly into the tight bundle of muscle there, and he felt Cody’s abs recoil, hardening like a locked vault.

Then Evan unleashed hell... or tried too. 

Left hook to the ribs.
Right hook to the ribs.
Another.
Another.

His fists hammered into Cody’s obliques, feeling the layers of muscle tense and bunch beneath the soft spread of hair. Each strike sent small shocks up Evan’s arms, but Cody held firm, chest rising in steady breaths, body braced like he could take this all night. Evan jabbed at the center belly next. Quick hits, sharp hits, rapid-fire hits. All punches that peppered the thick mat of hair covering Cody’s midsection.

Thud. Thud. Thud-thud-thud.

Nothing. Cody’s belly didn’t dent. Didn’t fold. Didn’t even tremble. Finally, Evan stepped in and drove two straight punches into the sternum. Clean, direct hits right above the chest hairline, where Cody’s torso was smoother and even more defined.

BAM.
BAM.

The force rattled Evan’s shoulders, but Cody only grunted again, breath hitching with the impact. Every noise Cody made was a reaction, not a weakness. Grunts of effort. Gasps of breath. Short exhalations when a punch landed just right. But not one sound of pain. Not even close. Evan’s arms began to burn, muscles screaming from throwing everything he had. His lungs ached from the cold air and the nonstop exertion. Each breath came out ragged, leaving foggy bursts in the snowy night. He was about to gas out, they both knew it. 

Evan threw one last combination. One last attempt.  Left to the ribs, right to the upper abs, a final heavy hook to the lower belly.... and Cody barely shifted.

It hit Evan harder than any punch he’d thrown:
He still hadn’t broken that wall. He wouldn't tonight. 

A few more moments passed and Evan… He was breathless now. Bent forward, chest heaving. Steam rising from his sweat-dampened skin despite the freezing air. His vision sparkled around the edges, little stars dancing from the effort. His knuckles were red, warm, tingling from repeated impact. His arms trembled with exhaustion, shoulders burning like they’d been set on fire.

 

 

 

He’s getting better, Cody thought.

He could feel it in the way Evan planted his feet, the way he put his shoulder behind his strikes. But he also felt the difference, the parts Evan hadn’t learned to use yet. The strength he would have someday. The fury and accuracy that would come with training and time. Right now? Evan’s punches were ok. But honestly, they weren’t there yet.... and Cody loved that. He loved feeling strong against Evan's punches, driving Evan to become better. He also loved taking this hits, having Evan try to break him. And once Evan could? Cody was so ready for that. But for now? Cody stood tall, unbothered, letting his boyfriend throw everything he had into those gut shots. With every punch, Cody’s pride swelled a little bigger. This was Evan, HIS Evan, fighting the cold, fighting the burn in his arms, breathing hard but refusing to stop.

Every impact felt like a promise.

 

We’ve got time.
We’re only eighteen.
You’re gonna get stronger.
I’ll be right here for every bit of it.

 

Another breath, and Evan slowed, finally dropping his hands, steam rising from his skin.

 

“You…” Evan gasped, doubled over with hands on his knees. “You’re impossible.”

 

Cody stepped forward and swept him up into his arms instantly. Both boys were laughing like complete idiots as Cody carried his breathless boyfriend back toward the house, chest hair dusted white, arms strong and steady around Evan’s shaking, delighted body.

 

“Best. Christmas. Ever.”