Bad Karma Christmas

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Author: BuffyAngel68

Title: Bad Karma Christmas

Rating: FRAO -- graphic sexual language

Pairing: Dead Zone Johnny/Bruce

Summary: A mishap during a beginner ski lesson and a previously unknown allergy combine to turn Johnny's opinion of the holidays from dislike to sheer loathing. That is, until Bruce makes it up to him...

Disclaimer: I don't own the recognizable characters portrayed here. All rights belong to their creators and the various writers, producers etc.

Feedback address: buffyangel68@yahoo.com

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Standing at the top of a very mild ski slope, Johnny Smith leaned forward slightly, peering down, then swiftly pulled back and dug one ski pole deeply into the snow, desperately trying to anchor himself. Reaching up with the other hand, he pulled the front edge of his knit hat down as far as the bridge of his nose, blocking out both the spectacular mountain view around him and his view of the tall black man beside him, who was currently gazing at Johnny with a tolerant smile. Being talked into skiing lessons was a thousand miles from what Johnny'd had in mind for their first Christmas as a couple, but he understood that being in love meant occasionally compromising, so he'd surrendered and allowed his former physical therapist to cajole him into a week in the mountains. He was now deeply regretting that decision.

"I'm cold." Johnny attempted in answer to his lover's challenge to produce all possible excuses and have them promptly shot down with fact and logic. He'd already gone through three reasons he shouldn't have to learn how to ski; temperature being the latest, and lamest as far as Bruce was concerned. He was getting frustrated with the cleverness of his companion's mind, but luckily his aggravation was tempered by amusement and love. Bruce reached out and peeled the hat back up, revealing the eyes he adored.

"You've got on polar fleece under a coat designed to protect arctic researchers. Next?"

"My leg hurts?"

"I gave you a massage before we came out. Face it, John, you can't come up with a single legitimate reason not to give this a shot."

"I'll die. How's that for a reason?"

"You will *not* die on the bunny slope."

"There you go, that's good incentive right there. Why do they call it the bunny slope, huh? If there're cute little rabbits out there I could ski right over one and never know. To me it'd just be a little bump, but he'll be traumatized and spend the rest of his life cringing whenever he hears a shooshing sound. I can't have that on my conscience, Bruce..."

Bruce leaned in and planted a kiss on Johnny's mouth that had Smith wondering if he would soon be up to his waist in melted snow. When they finally separated, Johnny stared at Bruce, dazed and slightly miffed that the rest of the excuses he'd thought up had deserted his brain. "Remind me why I put up with the hypnotic, mind-erasing effect your kisses have on me."

"Love... and the incredible sex."

"The sex... right. Anything for the sex."

"Atta-boy. Now just do like I showed you. Push off... that's right. Good. Hang on, man, I'm right behind you. You're doin', great, John! Slow sweeping turns... awright, Johnny! Way to go! Now do your snowplow to stop... Johnny? Johnny, no man! Ah, crap..." Bruce groaned, watching Johnny tumble to the ground in a tangle of flailing arms. In a moment of bravado and spur-of-the-moment triumph, Johnny had tried to come to a stop facing across instead of down the hill and had ended up tripping over the skis and his own feet. Leaving his own equipment behind, Bruce rushed downhill to where his lover lay flat on his back, face contorted in a grimace and one leg twisted at an awkward looking angle. "God, you okay, babe?"

"No," Johnny growled faintly. "I'm not okay."

"Why didn't you stop like I showed you?"

"Nobody else has to stop that way... ahhh shit, it hurts..."

"They've all been skiing longer than you!"

"You made me think I could do anything!"

"You try to act like Jonny Mosely instead of Johnny *Smith*, an' you're blamin' me?"

Johnny lifted his head slightly and threw Bruce's words of a few days before back in his face, using as sarcastic a tone as he could manage.

" 'Skiing is fun, Johnny. It'll be good exercise for your legs, Johnny. Fireplaces and hot cocoa and my head between your thighs all weekend long, Johnny...' "

"Okay, okay. It doesn't look that bad, you baby..." Bruce commiserated, gently examining the injury. Johnny sat up a little more and cracked Bruce in the head with one glove before dropping back into the snow.

"Shut up and get me to a doctor, you jackass!"

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THE HOTEL: TWO HOURS LATER

Johnny swung into the hotel lobby on crutches, feeling clumsy and awkward and pissed off, but shoving it all down inside. Intent thoughts ran through his head as he pushed on to the elevators, wanting nothing more than to get upstairs, take an ibuprofen, lie down and forget skiing had ever been invented.

(Keep the mask on. Calm and cool. You can kill him when you get home. Nobody will ever suspect you... and even if they do, one look at your sprained knee and it's automatic justifiable homicide.}

Bruce walked at Johnny's side, slowing his normal pace in order to keep up with his lover. When Johnny headed for the elevators, Bruce tugged on his arm ad lightly re-directed him.

"Damn it, Bruce, I wanna go to bed..."

"The doctor said you have to eat."

"Outside of his profession, the doctor doesn't know his ass from a bump on the bunny slope. I'm not hungry."

"John. You skipped breakfast 'cause you were too nervous and we missed lunch 'cause of your little... miscalculation..."

"Miscalculation?! Is that what you're calling it?!"

"Okay, take a deep breath, John, and chill out. Close your eyes and tune in to your body..."

Johnny reluctantly obeyed the gentle commands and found that beyond the pain of his injury, he really did need to eat. Slowly, he followed Bruce into the lodge's restaurant and gratefully sat at the table the hostess led them to.

"You up for anything in particular, or should I just order for both of us?" Bruce asked.

Johnny glared faintly. "Right. Silly question."

When the waiter approached, Bruce ordered two plates of the Christmas Special; goose, apple-pecan stuffing, squash with maple butter and fresh cranberry-walnut relish. The meals arrived and Johnny began to eat tentatively, but he was soon digging in as if he hadn't eaten in a month.

"Man... this is really good. I guess I was hungry. Kinda."

"An' I'll bet your knee's feelin' a little better too."

"A little." Johnny grudgingly admitted. "You know... I don't think I've had cranberry anything since I was a kid."

"How come?"

"I don't know. Weird... Maybe I just didn't like it then. This is terrific, though. I think there's even a hint of orange... really great."

Half an hour later both had finished their early dinner and were much more relaxed. After a second cup of coffee for each, Johnny paid the check and the pair were once more on their way up to their room. While they waited for the elevator, however, Bruce noticed Johnny was grimacing slightly and wiggling as if he were uncomfortable.

"What is it, babe?"

"No idea... my neck and my back... they're itching."

"Yeah? Here... lemme scratch for you." Bruce offered, moving around behind his lover and running his fingers rapidly up and down Johnny's back. He became confused when the other man reacted as if Bruce was making it worse. "John?"

"Stop... it's not helping..."

Swiftly, Bruce pulled down Johnny's collar and frowned deeply at what he saw.

"Uh-oh."

"I really, *really* don't wanna hear that from you right now!"

"I think I just found out why you've been unconsciously avoidin' cranberries for so long."

"No! It can't be!" Johnny cried out, frantic for anything else to be the cause.

"You're havin' an allergic reaction. The rash isn't bad yet, but it'll get worse if we don't..."

"No! I'm not going back there!"

"Sorry, you got no choice. C'mon. Back to the hospital..."

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The ER doctor smirked a bit at Johnny, making the blond want to slap him silly.

"You aren't exactly having the best day of your life are you, Mr. Smith?"

"Just give me the shot and dispense with the commentary, okay? I'm going crazy..."

"I can imagine. It was only a mild reaction, so this should start to relieve your suffering fairly quickly, but when you get back to your hotel, a cool shower and some calamine definitely couldn't hurt."

While he endured the needle, Johnny focused on being furious with Bruce to get him through it. That fury lasted until he looked sideways and directly into his lover's eyes. The regret and the worry he saw there dissolved his anger immediately.

"I'm so sorry, man. I didn't know..."

"It's okay, Bruce. This wasn't your fault. I had no clue either. And this morning was just... my stupidity. I should have listened and stopped the way you showed me." Johnny admitted as Bruce helped him off the exam table and slipped the crutches back under his arms. "I never should have yelled... or called you that ugly name."

"Hey, you were hurtin'. Pain is pretty much a bulletproof excuse for anything you could say to me, love. Let's go get you into that cool shower, hmmm?"

"Sounds good. And I remember some promise about a fireplace and your head somewhere that'll make me completely forget this day..."

"I can do that."

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Once both had emerged from the shower, Bruce laid the comforter from the bed out on the floor near the fire and Johnny carefully stretched out on his stomach. Bruce knelt beside him, drizzled calamine lotion down Johnny's back and, ever so gently, began to coat the pale skin with pink.

"Better?"

"The rash is. You know what your hands do to me... and there isn't a chance in hell of you getting inside me tonight. The damn hives are all the way..."

"I see that. The doc said it should only last for about another day, though. In the meantime... there are other things we can do. Lift up a second..."

Johnny complied and Bruce slipped the towel from around his waist. He slid it under his lover to protect the comforter, eased Johnny back down and lay close to him, stoking his hair.

"How about... I tell you everything your remorseful... and frustrated lover's gonna do to you once this rash is all gone? Would that work?"

"Hell, yeah... Johnny replied breathily, easing onto the opposite side from his damaged knee, where, fortunately, the hives also were less severe. He ended up facing Bruce. Their gazes connected and both men smiled.

"Okay. You just listen...and touch yourself all you want... you know I love seein' you fly solo, sweetness. First, I'm gonna strip you down, really slow... so slow you'll be going crazy before my skin ever touches yours. Then I'll make you sit an' wait while I striptease my clothes off. When I finally do stretch out over you... we'll both be so hard already that we'll have to fight not to come right there and then. I'll grind my hard cock against yours... an' you'll moan, right out loud the way I like. You never hold back on the sounds when we're together do you, John?"

"No... never. Hearing my voice and yours at the... same time... makes it that much hotter..." Johnny responded, stroking himself firmly up and then back down

"Yeah... me too. Your voice gets so deep and rough... it makes me want you ten times worse. When I know you can barely take it a second longer, I'll wrap my hand around the base of your big beautiful cock and squeeze until your need backs off a little. Then I'll slick my hand up... and slide one finger inside your tight... way-too-temptin' ass. Once you loosen up, I'll put another one in... and stretch you out real careful and slow. A third finger... I ask if you think you could take four... but you just giggle, real high pitched, and tell me maybe next time. What're you gonna be doin, John? Picture it an' tell me..."

"Ar... arching my back... yelling your name and... trying to get you to... move deeper... so you touch my... prostate..."

"Ah, but if I do that you'll lose it and blow before I get my cock anywhere near you... gonna wait and give you that touch when I push into you... which I start to do a minute later. I pull out the three fingers I've been drivin' you outta your mind with... I slide the condom on... I lube it up real good... and I drive and push, a little at a time, until the head pops in. Then I throw your legs over my shoulders... and I start to thrust, in and back out... in and back out. And finally, I hit your sweet spot... magic time. You can't hold off anymore... you come and come and come all over yourself. That's when I really start to find a rhythm. I'm poundin' you like a wild-man... goin' deeper and faster and stronger... until I pour everything I've got into the condom. Even through the latex, you can feel the heat and my pulse throbbing in your ass... and it draws a final scream... and one more burst of come out of you before we collapse on top of each other, exhausted... and more in love than we ever were."

Licking his lips, Bruce watched in wonder as Johnny groaned his lover's name and achieved his orgasm.

"Crap..."

"What?"

"I'm all sweaty. Probably washed off all the calamine..."

"We'll just have to get back in the shower then. I'll put more lotion on you after. You know, we *could* keep goin' like this all night. Oooh... this kind of vicious cycle I could get to like."

"I'll gag you first."

"Hey! I've been waitin on you to suggest somethin' kinky like that! Way to get adventurous, Johnny boy!"

Johnny sighed, gradually lifted himself up to a sitting position and gave Bruce his best 'Not tonight, I have a headache' look. "I was only kiddin'. You know me. Here. I'll help you up. Watch the knee..."

"Yeah, kidding or not, I don't trust you when it comes to your libido. I'm showering alone."

"You can't. Not on one leg. You need someone to hold you up. C'mon, you really wanna end up back in the ER with a concussion?"

"Okay. But no naughty hands or I'll brain you with my crutch and *you'll* be the one with a head injury!"

Bruce grinned as he supported his lover into the bathroom, planning how he would make his impromptu fantasy come true when they got home.