Have Yourself A Very Merry…Thanksgiving By Patricia Thomas Rating: G...PG... Pairing: Surprise! Feedback: Always welcome. Author’s Note: I decided to pop out a story just in time for Thanksgiving! The sun was setting. I knew he would be here soon, so I looked out of the window. Sure enough, there was his car in the driveway. I heard the doorbell ring and got up to greet him. “Hi.” “Hey, come on in. Did you have a nice drive?” “Yes. Well, if you call being stuck in traffic for half an hour because of a four-car pile-up nice, then yes. I had a nice drive.” “Dinner’s all ready, so set yourself at the table. What would you like to drink?” “Wine, if you have it.” “I have anything you could ever want…to drink, that is.” I set the wine in front of him and we started eating. I glanced at his face every once in a while, wondering if he could possibly be thinking the same thing I was. It was hard to see him every day, to be working with him that closely, to have those constant conversations with him…and never know. I adored him. He was always so nice, so sweet, so good-natured… My thoughts were interrupted when I realized he was speaking to me. “What? Sorry.” “I said, ‘So, are you ready to tape more episodes of Green Screen?’ Geez, you listen well, don’t you?” “Yeah, I’m ready. I hope this lasts. I enjoy it so much, I don’t know what I’d do if I had to stop doing it every day.” “Drew’s too much of a staple on television. He always has to have a show on, or Nielsen wouldn’t know what to do.” “True. Working with you has been great, you know.” “You’re not so bad yourself.” Our eye contact lasted a bit longer than I had anticipated and I tore my eyes away. It was hard. Those deep, emotional pools were so entrancing; it was hard not to get lost in them. Getting lost was the fun of it, though. He couldn’t possibly think the same about my eyes. They weren’t nearly as appealing as his. Dinner was over soon, and we moved to the couch in the living room to watch football. I hated sports, but he loved them, so I was willing to endure the pain to spend more time with him. Now, I decided. Right now. Do it or die. But…what if he doesn’t like me back? Dammit, you’re not sixteen. This is not a high school crush. If he doesn’t like you back, you move on, simple as that. You don’t brood. But—no. No buts. Do it. Now. “Hey…um…” “Yeah?” “Can I…tell you something?” “Sure.” “Look, I know this is probably not appropriate for me to say, but I have to. It’s been…killing me to keep this in. I…I like you. I like you as much more than a friend. I constantly think about you, I always talk about you…you’re all I think about! I want you, but…if you don’t want me back…I guess…” “What…what is this? Are you pulling something on me?” He stood up, looking at me as though I was an animal in a zoo. Caged. Trapped. “No! No, I…I really like you.” “Dammit, Jeff, you can’t…I’m married! I’m straight! You can’t just—“ I cut him off with a kiss. At first, he resisted, but then I felt his lips relax against mine. Soon he was kissing me back with the fervor and passion I had only dreamed about. “Colin…” “Jeff…” The door shut behind us as we entered a new place that Thanksgiving… The End