Simple Gifts

Simple Gifts

The
snow crunched as Geoff walked between the trees, branches hanging heavy with white. “This one looks good.”

Eli stepped up and knocked the snow off the limbs, sending white flurries flying on the breeze and right into Geoff’s face. “Sorry.” He couldn’t stop himself from snickering.

“You think that’s funny?” Geoff bounded toward his lover, arms gripping him tightly as he sent them both flying into a huge drift of white. Eli started to protest, but Geoff quelled it with a touch of his lips, capturing Eli’s with his own. The snow, the cold, the wind—all vanished, as Geoff felt his lover beneath him, a soft moan mingling with the song of the winter birds. Geoff traced his tongue over the ridge of Eli’s lips, the shape familiar, the taste known, the warmth home.

The winter wind picked up, its tendrils working beneath his layers, and Geoff slivered slightly. Pulling away, he got to his feet before helping Eli to his.

“We should decide and get back. It’ll be dark soon,” Eli commented as he trudged out of the drift, stomping off the snow. “The temperature’s going to start dropping fast.”

Geoff pulled Eli to him, chest to chest. “I’ll keep you warm.” He felt Eli shiver against him and smiled, knowing it wasn’t entirely from the cold. After another kiss, they returned their attention to the Douglas fir standing in front of them. “I like it,” Eli said, as he felt the soft needles.

“Me too.” Geoff picked up the canvas bag they’d brought with them and pulled out the saw, handing it to Eli. He held the branches up at the base and watched as Eli leaned into the tree and began to cut. A crack and a shift signaled that the tree was ready to fall, and Geoff held it upright as Eli cut through and stepped back. Geoff let the tree fall away from them and retrieved a length of rope from the bag. Tying it around the trunk, they put away the tools and grabbed the bag before dragging the tree along the row toward the road.

“Find a good one?” Old man Nichols smiled as they approached the office of the cut-your-own Christmas tree farm.

Geoff grinned as he displayed their prize before stowing it in the back of the truck. “How much do we owe you, Greg?”

The man made dismissive noises, “After all you helped out after the storm this year? You take it, and have a merry Christmas.” He patted both Geoff and Eli on the shoulders as he walked over to other customers emerging from the field of trees.

With a final wave, they climbed into the truck and Geoff started the engine, pulling out of the parking lot. Geoff turned on the radio and Christmas music filled the cabin of the truck as they drove the short distance toward the farm.

Pulling into the drive, Geoff parked near the house, and together he and Eli unloaded the tree, setting in the snow near the back door. “We’ll bring it in tomorrow.” Eli nodded his agreement as he opened the back door, holding it for Geoff.

The warmth of the house wrapped around him like one of Eli’s warm hugs, and after stomping off the snow, he slipped off his outdoor gear. Geoff then tromped into the kitchen, with Eli right behind him. Heading for the coffee pot, he poured them each a steaming mug.

“Did you get a good one?” Len called from the living room.

“Sure did. We’ll put it up tomorrow.” Geoff carried their mugs into the living room, setting them on the coffee table before sitting on the sofa. Thinking Eli was right behind him, Geoff looked around for his missing lover, then heard his footsteps climbing the stairs. Geoff retrieved his mug and sipped, the warm liquid finally thawing him from the inside. Turning to Len, he whispered, “I can’t figure it out what to get Eli for Christmas.”

Len scoffed. “And you’re asking me?”

Geoff shook his head; he knew better. “No, just hoping for some inspiration.” He shifted, getting comfortable as the images on the television flickered, capturing his attention.

The sofa next to him dipped, and Geoff handed Eli his coffee, moving closer to hold his lover as they watched the mindless chatter. Geoff knew Eli wouldn’t sit long—he never did, rarely watching television at all—so Geoff enjoyed the quiet closeness before Eli’s energy got the best of him.

The windows darkened as the light faded, and the wind picked up. Eli finished his coffee and, as Geoff expected, got up and put his mug in the sink before going back upstairs. Soon, thumping and bumps echoed through the house, and Geoff turned to Len. “I’ll go see what he’s doing.”

Len got out of his chair. “I’ll start dinner.”

Geoff followed the noise and found Eli in the closet of the spare bedroom, digging through boxes. “What are you looking for?”

“The things for the tree.” He didn’t add a “duh,” but it was clearly implied in his tone.

Geoff tapped him on the shoulder and pointed to a neat stack of four large boxes standing in the corner of the room. “I got them out yesterday.”

Eli returned the boxes he’d dragged out to the closet and shut the door. “Would you help me carry them downstairs?” Eli picked up two boxes and began carrying them out of the room. Geoff didn’t answer, but picked up the other two boxes, smiling as he watched Eli’s backside, that butt flexing as he descended the stairs.

They put the boxes in the living room and Eli began digging through them. Geoff got out of the way and let Eli have his fun. He’d learned the year before that this was something Eli absolutely loved to do.

Papers were spread on the living room floor and Eli hauled in pine boughs he’d cut and gathered. Boxes were opened and ribbons, bows, and simple wooden decorations spilled out. Geoff rested on the sofa, listening to the sounds of home. He heard Len in the kitchen, the dishes clanking, and footsteps as Eli moved through the room, covering the mantle with pine boughs tied with gold and red ribbon. “Do you need help?”

“No,” Geoff heard both Eli and Len reply as they continued their tasks. The aromas of dinner drifted in from the kitchen as the room filled with the scent of pine. Eli hummed softly to himself as he worked, tying sprays with bows that hung on the spindles going up the stairs.

Feeling guilty, Geoff got up and went into the basement, returning with the large tree stand, placing it in the back so it would be ready for the tree. Then, figuring “What the hell,” he slipped on his coats and boots, took the stand outside, and fastened it onto the tree. Giving everything a good shake, he hauled the tree in the back door, through the kitchen, and to the living room, setting it in front of the large window.

Eli stopped what he was doing. “I could have helped.”

“You were having too much fun.” Geoff stood back, looking at the tree to make sure it was standing straight and tall.

“Can I decorate it tonight?” The childlike wonder in Eli’s eyes was fun to see.

“You could.” Geoff took off his coat and boots, putting them in the mud room and returning. “Or you could decorate it tomorrow.” Geoff slipped his arms around Eli’s waist, pressing his hips against his lover’s butt, Geoff’s chest to his back, as he kissed the base of Eli’s neck. “I know something else fun we can do tonight.”

Eli dropped the pine bough he’d been holding, and it rustled as it landed on the papers. Eli’s hand slid along Geoff’s hip.

“I’ll take that as a yes.”

Eli’s head nodded slowly as Geoff nibbled on a warm ear.

“Hmm.” A throat clearing interrupted them. “Dinner’s almost ready.” They both heard the amusement in Len’s voice as they broke apart and walked to the kitchen for dinner. Geoff set the table, and Eli helped Len bring over the food. They sat down and dishes were passed. After filling their plates, they began to eat.

“I stopped by the bakery today.” Len passed a plate of fresh bread. “Your uncle gave me a message.”

Eli put down his fork, his attention riveted on Len. Eli’s Amish family rarely sent messages to him. His father didn’t approve of him living among the “English.”

“Your uncle told me that your family hopes you’ll join them for Christmas.” Geoff watched as Eli’s face lit up for second but then faded again. He knew that Eli missed his family, particularly at this time of year. But Eli couldn’t tell his family that he was gay. They wouldn’t accept him, but, more importantly, his family’s place in the Amish community would be threatened. The members would blame and possible shun his family if they found out, so though he visited them occasionally, it was always alone. Geoff knew Eli felt guilty that Geoff couldn’t come with him whenever he left to visit them, and even more guilty when he returned because of the omission he’d made to his family.

“I’ll see my uncle in the next few days and tell him I’ll visit right after Christmas.” Geoff saw a sadness behind his lover’s eyes, a sadness he hated.

Geoff felt Eli’s hand slip into his and he knew that his lover had once again chosen him over his family, just like he’d done eighteen months earlier, when he’d left the community to be with Geoff. He held Eli's hand as he ate slowly, watching his lover’s reaction. Gone was the smile and excitement of a few moments earlier, now replaced with conflicted emotions, sadness, and what Geoff knew had to be a touch of the “what-ifs.”

Geoff breathed a sigh of relief as the conversation around the table shifted to the farm and how the cattle and horses were doing, as well as a discussion of grain stores. Len commented between bites, “If this cold weather keeps up, we may need to buy additional feed.”

“It won’t. They’re already calling for a thaw early next week.” Len nodded at Geoff’s words, knowing the weather could be fickle. “But I’ll make some calls just in case.” That would ensure they wouldn’t need the additional feed.

Conversation continued with general farm topics and upcoming work and plans discussed and agreed to. Geoff and Len lingered over coffee while Eli put his dishes in the sink and disappeared into the living room.

Finishing his coffee, Geoff got up and started loading the dishwasher and cleaning up the kitchen while Len carried his coffee into to the living room. Geoff heard the leather chair creak and the television switch on.

Geoff watched from the kitchen as Eli worked, his movements now perfunctory, mechanical, the joy and excitement from an hour before gone. He hated that. One of the things he loved about Eli was his excitement and enthusiasm, whether he was cleaning stalls, teaching his students how to ride, or flying across a field on his horse Misty. He did everything with such joy and energy that when it was wasn’t there, the room seemed dull and the light a little dim.

Geoff tried to stop himself, but couldn’t, and a huge yawn stretched his face before he could suppress it. “That’ll wait until tomorrow.” Geoff stepped forward, his hands stroking Eli’s shoulders. “Let’s put this away and go upstairs.” Eli’s heart definitely wasn’t in what he was doing any more, because he just nodded his head and wrapped up the pine boughs in the paper before placing them outside on the porch and walking quietly upstairs.

Geoff went out and made a final tour of the barn before coming back inside and closing the house up for the night. After a quick good-night to Len, he headed upstairs as well.

Their room was dark, and Geoff cleaned up quietly, climbing beneath the covers in silence. Eli’s warmth immediately extended around him and arms hugged him close.

“Sometimes I wish I knew how to be in two places at once.” Eli pressed his back to Geoff’s chest, and he used the opportunity to encircle his lover in his arms, stroking the warm skin with his hands.

“You don’t have to, Tiger. You know I’ll understand.”

Eli rolled in his grasp, their eyes meeting and Eli’s lips touching his. “I know.” Geoff felt Eli’s hands on his body, pulling him close, and the lips became more insistent, almost demanding. Geoff knew what Eli wanted and he gave it to him. Taking him into his arms, he returned Eli’s near-frantic kiss, stroking his lover’s hair and hot, smooth skin. He loved everything about Eli, this man who had given him everything possible and given up more than anyone could ever expect.

“Geoff, please….”

He kissed his way down his lover’s body, savoring every inch of skin as it passed beneath his lips: the smooth skin on top of hard muscle on Eli’s chest, the hard nubs tickling against his tongue, the ridges and softness of his belly as it heaved with every breath Eli took. “Just relax and let everything fall away. Just feel and know how much I love you.”

Eli nodded and gasped in the darkness as Geoff ran his tongue along Eli’s length. This was the sensual communication of love. They could see almost nothing; they didn’t have to. Tongues and hands communicated everything they had to say. Geoff slid his lips over Eli’s crown, slowly taking the shaft into his mouth. He could feel Eli’s body vibrating with excitement as he took him deep; small whimpers and sighs of passion filled the room. Eli began begging and pleading, but Geoff kept him on the edge, wanting it to build.

“I need….”

“I know what you need, and you’ll get it, but first I want to love you.” He couldn’t see Eli’s face, but he imagined his eyes half closed and clouded with passion, his mouth open in an expression of awed ecstasy. He’d seen it before and he hoped he was making Eli feel that way again.