A/N: Same warnings and whatever. It’s short. I was uninspired. I like the next one better, but like I said. They’re short, fun, fics. Just for kicks. Review if it suits you.

Who doesn’t know this song? –chuckles- A brownie for whoever can tell me where the title is from?

With a Great Big Hug and a Kiss from Me to You, Won’t You Say You Love Me Too?

The big breasted redhead stood up on a chair near the side of the room, with a short red dress on and a glass of wine in her hand. She held her arms up for the attention of the large room and after clearing her throat loudly she got it.

Most of the occupants of the room were either middle-aged or getting there. It was a business party more than anything. The organizer of the party –the redhead- was smiling broadly as she glanced knowingly around at her co-workers.

“Hello there!” She called excitedly. She was obviously proud of her work on the party and its success thus far. “I know this is just our little Christmas…”

A small brunet beside her coughed loudly to interrupt.

“…slash Hanukah party…” The girl was satisfied with the change to the title of the party. “but I would like to make one last order for this year. I have set up several mistletoe around this house and I am demanding that any two people caught under one of these little decorations, honor its importance and kiss. I don’t care who you are. This will be good for everybody! Remember, this is a time for celebration. Don’t be shy, and don’t hesitate to grab a co-worker and pull them under the little greenery! Don’t forget about the open bar!” She laughed and took a sip of her wine. “Now have fun! Merry Christmas and Happy Hanukah!”

She got down off the chair with the help of her friend and drinks were clinked and devoured greedily.

While that side of the room immediately started kissing under the mistletoe and drinking until they were drunk enough to kiss anyone, both beautiful and unattractive, on the other side near the bar sat only one man. While others stood receiving drinks and leaving quickly, he sat there sadly; the very image of beauty and depression.

His brown hair teased his eyes with gentle strokes as he settled himself on the stool.

“What can I do you for?” The bartender asked.

“How about a new job?” He asked cynically.

“Aw, come on. These guys aren’t that bad.” He laughed softy.

“There not that bad to you because you’re being paid for this. I have to suffer through it without compensation.” The man retorted.

“You could just leave if it makes you that miserable.” The handsome bartender suggested, smirking cutely.

“No, you can’t!” The redhead snapped sitting beside him and putting her hand on his arm. He turned to her grumpily.

“Hi, Jessica. Nice speech.” He grunted.

“Shawn, it’s not healthy…”

“Now we’re getting into health?” He asked gesturing to her other hand which held a cigarette and now a martini.

“…for a twenty-one year old stud to be sitting here so depressed. I’m forbidding you to leave unless it’s with some other woman or man that you plan on fucking through the night.” Jessica seemed quite persistent on that. “I’ll find you someone.” And with that she was gone.

Shawn looked at the bartender accusingly and gestured to her as if to make a point.

“With the pit bull on the lookout I’ll never get out of here.” He growled and leaned his head into his arms. “A scotch, my good man!” He said into his arm.

“Why are you so depressed? Don’t you have someone special?” The bartender asked as he watered down some scotch so Shawn wouldn’t be hit as hard by it.

“I’m currently having a spousal disagreement with my significant other and it ain’t looking too good. I was kind of hoping I could do some groveling tonight. I’ll never be able to live if I knew I didn’t give it my all.” He sighed.

“Is he a tall blonde? Crystal blue eyes, tall, perfect hands, long legs, and broad shoulders?” The bartender asked raising his brow.

Shawn looked up to him both shocked and confused.

“How the hell did you know?” He asked, his hair tousled, a scowl on his face.

The bartender pointed behind Shawn and he became fearful. He didn’t want to turn and have it be true. He didn’t want to turn and have it be not true either. He fought with himself for a second, then slowly turned to find himself face to face with his lover, Kyle. He was at a loss for words. Kyle looked stunning. He had dressed up in silk for the party and obviously was not angry anymore because he wore all the clothes Shawn had pointed out he thought were most sexy on him and he left the cleave of his chest open. That smell of body spray Axe. It drove him wild because Kyle mixed it with something else, but he wouldn’t reveal what. No, Kyle was definitely not mad anymore and he looked… perfect.

Shawn suddenly became self-conscious and sat up straighter, turning fully to Kyle in shock.

“Kyle. What are you…? I thought we were still fighting?”

“You should be more careful where you sit if you think we’re supposed to be fighting.” Kyle told him seductively.

Shawn immediately looked up and gasped.

Mistletoe.

Great gods, how had he not noticed that when he’d sat down.

Kyle leaned forward and kissed him passionately. He pulled Shawn out of his seat and shoved him into the bar supporting his head with his hand under Shawn’s head. He arched Shawn’s head so they could connect perfectly for the kiss. When they parted Shawn and Kyle blushed looking up at the bartender who was smiling deviously.

“Thank you for taking care of him, Andrew.” Kyle whispered, quite out of breath.

“You know each other?” Shawn asked accusingly.

“Yes. He’s been admiring you for a while. I’d like you to meet the man I was jealous of, your secret admirer: Andrew. I tracked him down and as it turned out he was your bartender here tonight so I asked him to hold you here along with Jessica.”

“You met…?” Shawn looked at Andrew upside-down. “Uh, why is everyone conspiring against me?”

“It’s not against you. I realized, I’ve known Andrew for years and he’s perfectly harmless and in fact brought up the idea of a threesome so I asked him to set this up with us.”

Shawn gaped at him dumbfounded. “You are willing to do a threesome?” He gasped as he felt Kyle’s mischievous hand slide up his thigh and over his crotch.

“If you are.” Kyle nodded lustily.

“I’m game!” Shawn gasped and his head fell back to the side of the bar as Kyle squeezed him. “Let’s leave.” He begged. Kyle pulled Shawn into his lap on the stool.

“Allow me, gentlemen?” Andrew asked smirking and laughing as they stood and all got ready to leave. Andrew gestured to some other apprentice to take over for him and they were gone. Out the door and to Kyle’s house where the fun would begin.

END

A/N: Okay, this is a little soon for Christmas, but it’s about that time anyway and this is for that in celebration. Review if you want.

PREVIEW: He placed the baby in a carrier on the floor beside him, then covered her and relaxed standing. The infant was silent as she watched her dad.

“Was she inconveniencing you, Sir?” He asked referring to the baby.

“No.” Detective Morgan became defensive, then realized he didn’t know this gorgeous man’s name. He had been so eager to leave before for his date and now he was content to just stare into this beauty’s eyes. “Well, I was going to leave, but I think I’ve changed my mind. What is your name by the way?” He leaned back onto his desk allowing his shirt to cleave open where he had removed his neck tie from, to see if he could get a rise out of this man and prove his theory right. His chest opened up and Morgan watched this man check him out. He was positive now. Time to start his attack. Love attack, that is.