tree frogs and the stars

“There’s a flame of magic inside every stone & every flower, every bird that sings & every frog that croaks. There’s magic in the trees & the hills & the river & the rocks, in the sea & the stars & the wind, a deep, wild magic that’s as old as the world itself. It’s in you too, my darling girl, and in me, and in every living creature, be it ever so small. Even the dirt I’m sweeping up now is stardust. In fact, all of us are made from the stuff of stars.”
―Kate Forsyth, ‘The Puzzle Ring’

12 Days of CP! Christmas (Zimbits)

Prompt list here

Day 1: Decorating the Haus

Bitty gave a little grunt as he stretched on his toes to loop a bauble onto a high branch of the tree. Jack stood in the doorway of the living room, holding a glass of mulled wine in each hand and eyeing Bitty’s exposed midriff with interest.

“Need a hand, bud?”

Bitty nodded without turning around. “Yeah, actually, can you please find the star? It’s in the box somewhere.”

Jack set the drinks down on the little table beside the couch, and started rummaging through the Christmas decoration box. He found the star, a multi-layered gold wire monstrosity that was nearly as big as his head. Even if he hadn’t been there when it was bequeathed to the first Haus tree four years ago, he would have known this was a Bittle-bought ornament just from looking at it. He’s pretty sure the (fake, plastic) tree of his frog and junior year had an empty beer bottle as a star.

“Here,” he said, passing it to Bitty.

“Thanks, honey.” Bitty took the star and then turned thoughtfully to the 7-foot pine tree in front of him. “Ummmm…”

Jack smirked at him. “Want me to do it?”

“That won’t be necessary, Mr. Zimmermann,” Bitty said, looking around for some kind of step to stand on. “I did all the hardwork-”

“Hey, I did some of the tinsel.”

“-on this tree and I’m going to darn well finish it. I think we can push the couch over here and I’ll-”

Before Bitty could make a move toward the couch, Jack swooped down and wrapped his arms low around Bitty’s hips, lifting him up onto his shoulder.

“Jack!” Bitty screeched, kicking his legs out. “Good lord, you fool, put me down.”

“Quick, put the star on!” Jack laughed, backing up to the tree and trying to hold his squirming boyfriend steady. He rested one big hand on Bitty’s ass to hold him tight against his chest.

“Put me down-”

“Put the star on and I’ll let you down.”

A moment later Bitty had one hand on Jack’s shoulder, pushing himself almost vertical against Jack’s body as he reached up to slip the star over the point of the tree.

“Alright, it’s on, now put me down!”

“What’s the hurry?” Jack said, turning his head to find a bit of exposed skin over Bitty’s hip where his shirt had ridden up in the struggle. Jack bit the spot gently. “Why don’t you make sure it’s on there good and tight?”

“You can kiss my ass, Jack Zimmermann.”

“Yes, I think I will.”

Jack wrapped his arms tighter around Bitty’s ass, laughing as Bitty started kicking his legs out again and protesting loudly in between giggles. Before Jack could get his lips in range of Bitty’s perk little cheeks, even covered in denim as they were, the two of them were interrupted by a chorus of voices from the doorway.