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As soon as Marco shuts the bedroom door to get changed for Christmas lunch, Jean sneaks into the hallway with a sly grin plastered on his face. Tape in one hand and a branch of mistletoe in the other, he quietly sticks it in place above the doorway. Jean steps back to appreciate his work. Satisfied, he slouches back against the wall to wait. He is careful to stay silent, so as not to alert Marco to his presence. Not that he had to, what with the Christmas music blasting from the living room, but why not.
After about five minutes, he hears the doorknob turn. Jean perks up and springs over to the doorway from the wall on which he was leaning in time for the door being opened. Marco’s eyes widen, more than a little surprised to see his boyfriend appear right in front of his face. “Jean, what…?” he asks, noticing Jean’s mischievous smirk.
Jean points up. Marco’s gaze follows his finger until he spots the mistletoe above them. He looks back to Jean, who fucking winks at him. Marco can’t suppress the smile tugging at his cheeks. “People are going to start arriving soon,” he murmurs. He takes Jean’s hands in his, gently brushing his thumbs over the knuckles. Jean leans closer, so Marco can feel his warm breath against the side of his face.
“So what?” Jean teases.
Marco sighs, “So nothing, and presses his lips softly against Jean’s. The kiss is slow and tender at first, building in intensity. Jean lets go of Marco’s hands, opting instead to wrap his arms around his boyfriend’s neck and deepening the kiss. Marco lets out a faint, prolonged hum and moves his own hands to rest on Jean’s hips, under the ridiculous Christmas sweater he’s wearing.
An eternity passes before Jean has to pull out of the kiss for air. He rests his forehead on Marco’s and whispers, “Merry Christmas, Marco.”
“Merry Christmas, Jean,” comes Marco’s breathless reply.
In perfect time, the doorbell chimes. Reluctantly, the pair make their way over to the front door to welcome their friends inside.