Christmas Tales - Brandon Witt Page 0,39
pile of books. He held it out to me. “Then what’s this?”
I grabbed the cord dangling from the webcam and pulled it across the bed so the end of the USB input dragged across the sheets. “It’s not plugged in. See? I must have forgotten and left it here after filming yesterday.”
“You weren’t filming?” He glared at the cord, then looked at me, his expression softening. “Sorry. I thought…. That actually happened to me once. Years ago. I thought…. I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay. It’s understandable. I’m sorry I gave you a fright.” That was so not how I’d wanted our time together to end. At least his anger seemed to be fading.
He narrowed his eyes at the webcam again. “You were filming in your bed? Do you do webcam shows or something? That’s kinda hot.”
“God no!” The thought of that! I couldn’t help but laugh. “No, I’m not broadcasting myself jacking off or anything. Like anyone would want to see….” I realized what I was saying and let the words trail off. There was that look of pity again. How I hated that. I plunged ahead quickly. Better to have him judge me for what I was really doing instead of feeling sorry for the fat loser who…. “I make Buffy the Vampire Slayer videos.” I motioned to the living room as if James could see through the bedroom wall. “With Angel and Spike. On the show, they were the two vampires in love with Buffy. I recreate scenes from the show with my hamsters, and when I need a big graveyard scene, I set it up on the bed.”
James just stared at me. I couldn’t tell if he didn’t believe me or was blown away by my geek level. “You make Buffy movies with your hamsters?”
I nodded. “Yeah, something like that. It’s called Buffy and Her Teddy Bear Vampire Lovers.”
“Are you serious?”
“Yeah. We have over fifty thousand subscribers.” I was actually pretty proud of that fact, but the number didn’t seem to mean anything to James.
Still he inspected me. Slowly a grin grew over his face. “You really are serious, aren’t you?” His gaze wandered over the bed, and his smile widened. He chuckled softly. “I can just see you in here, miniature headstones, your little guys wandering around.” His eyes grew wide, and he looked at me again. “The vampire you got tonight. Will you use him in the show?”
I nodded. “Most of my toys are used in the show. I’ve got all the Buffy characters, so they all show up except for the actual Angel and Spike, of course. I also do some original stuff instead of just recreating the original episodes. Like sometimes they have to save mermaids, or Angel goes all dark and eats a centaur or whatever. Fans seem to really like—” I realized I was rambling and shut up.
James’s smile was huge by this point. “I wanna see.”
“What?” I flinched.
“I want to see. I want to see an episode of”—he snickered—“Buffy and Her Teddy Bear Vampire Lovers.”
“No.” I shook my head, and a feeling of horror poured over me. “Absolutely not.”
“Oh, come on. Please.” He crossed his arms over his chest, making the muscles pop. “I’m not leaving till I get to see.”
I couldn’t help but laugh. “You think that’s a threat?”
His smile softened as he unfolded his arms and reached up to palm my cheek again. “You really are the most adorable man.”
Normally being called adorable would’ve triggered every one of my issues. With James I just wanted him to say it again.
He kissed me quickly. Too quickly for my taste. “Go get your computer.” He smiled like an idea just hit him. He started to get out of bed. “You get the computer and I’ll get a couple of beers out of your fridge. Meet me back in bed in no less than two minutes.”
* * *
I was wrong before when I said I’d never been happier than after getting fucked by James. Well, not wrong. That was the happiest I’d ever been. I guess the truth of it is I got even happier less than half an hour later.
I discovered heaven as we sat in bed, the blanket over our laps, James’s arm over my shoulder, me constantly moving my hand over his hairy chest and belly. Both of us drinking beer. Watching endless episodes of Buffy and Her Teddy Bear Vampire Lovers on the computer positioned on pillows in James’s lap. The snow falling outside the bedroom window. Yeah. Completely