1 week later

"We can't come over," Tempest complains over the phone. "Too much studying to do. I'm sorry, buddy."

"We'll survive," I sigh.

"Hey, do me a favor? Call me beforehand if you end up fighting? You know, before one of you ends up with a concussion."

I roll my eyes. "We're fine. We haven't fought in like, three weeks," I explain lowly. I know Frasier can't hear me over the sound of the heater. "You go study. We're good. Bye."

Frasier is so damn cute in an oversized sweater.

I pull a blanket around myself as I sit on the bed. Frasier has some look on his face. I let him stay smug without any questions. There's a Christmas special on TV. I think it's a little early for Christmas specials, but I'm not complaining.

"You goin' home for Christmas?" I ask. He nods his head 'yes'.

"Not like I want to," he chuckles, wincing as he accidentally hits his sprained wrist on a chair. "I got a rape-y uncle who's wanted my ass since I was thirteen and a stepmom young enough to be my girlfriend. One stuck-up sister, another sister that's too scared to talk to me normally because I know something awful about her, but you know. Family is great. Don't forget my very Polish, very accomplished, very judgmental father who thought-" Frasier cuts himself short. "Don't worry about it. I'll live. I'll be looking for a good fuck when I get back, though."

"What are boyfriends for?" I sigh. "I--"

"Not to mention cousins that think I'm the devil for liking penis, a grandmother who told me to my face that I'm her least favorite grandchild-" Frasier seems to go on out of the blue without even knowing it. I don't stop it. "-a brother-in-law that also wants on my ass. He even told me what he wanted to do to me, can you believe that? My fucking sister was in the other room. Ten feet away, and he tells me he wants to pull my hair and fuck me into his bed."

"Sounds like a shitty guy."

"He's a doctor, though. So my father doesn't care what kind of trash he is," Frasier grumbles angrily. "He wants me to be a doctor, too. He thinks my major is medicine right now. Like hell."

"Maybe you should stay here," I suggest seriously. "I'm not going anywhere... I'm sure a few of our buddies are staying here, too. Tempest and Sherman are staying. We'll have a small party and exchange gifts and everything." Frasier shrugs.

"I probably should go. Dad always threatens to stop sending me money if I defy him in any way. And it'll be nice to speak Polish again for a while." My turn to shrug. "Hey, I think your bruise is completely gone," Frasier smiles.

I sigh, inching over to take Frasier into my arms, under the blanket. He tosses the thread on the floor and kisses my cheek. Some old show plays on the TV, but we don't notice. I'm absorbed in Frasier right now. His soft hands and beautiful lips control me, and before we know it, we're making more noise than the TV.

It's incredible.

*****

"No, Papa. It's a boyfriend. Not girlfriend. Boyf- well you know that I-" Frasier huffs loudly, tugging at his hair. "To nie jest coś, co mogę przerastać, tato." Frasier tosses a pillow against the wall. "I know that's what you think, Papa-- Mam zamiar zatrzymać się w ten sposób. Wiesz o tym."

I pour him a cup of coffee and fix it the way he likes with lots of cream, but not much sugar. I look over my finals review and sigh. Two days.

"Bye, Papa." Frasier tosses his phone aside and runs his hands through his mess of hair. It hangs well past his shoulders now, but I love it. "Sorry about that. My father seems to think that my 'gay phase' should be just about over by now. Thanks." He sips from his coffee cup. "It was okay in middle school and high school, but goodness forbid I let a penis get in the way of my future."

"At least your Dad cares about your future," I sigh. "My dad is too sick to do anything and my mom probably still wishes we were small enough to beat the snot out of... I don't know."

"Well, I'm leaving the day after finals are over," Frasier groans. "You can go for me instead, you know." He raises his eyebrows suggestively.

"Nah, I'm good."

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Let me know what you think! How do you think the holiday is going to go?

Yep that's it, really. No more things to say.