Plenty To Be Thankful For, by Lbilover

Caution: high sugar content might ruin your teeth... ;-)


“Sean, are you about ready? We’ve got to leave for my mom’s in a few minutes.” Elijah halted in the doorway to the den. His eyes went to the TV screen, where an old black and white movie was playing. “Oh no, not Holiday Inn again.”

Holiday Inn is a classic, Elijah,” Sean said from his seat on the couch, without taking his eyes from the screen. “The holidays wouldn’t be the same without it. For one thing, it’s the first movie in which Bing Crosby sang…”

“...White Christmas, I know,” Elijah said in a long-suffering voice. “You’ve told me that about a hundred times. But it’s also one of the silliest, sappiest, most sentimental movies ever made. I can’t understand why you’re so crazy about it.”

“Are you kidding? This movie has Astaire and Crosby and music by Irving Berlin. It’s a great movie. Honestly, the younger generation has no appreciation for the classics.” Sean shook his head sadly.

Elijah snorted. “Give me a break, gray beard. You weren’t even a glimmer of a sparkle of a twinkle in your parents’ eyes when this movie was made.”

Sean grinned then said, “Now hush, Lij. The Thanksgiving song is coming up. This is one of my favorite parts.” He shot Elijah a sidelong glance, full of mischief.

On the TV screen, Bing Crosby, staring in a forlorn sort of way at a huge turkey on a platter, was seated alone at a table set for Thanksgiving. Music began to play.

“I’ll just wait out in the…” began Elijah in a hunted voice.

“Oh no, you don’t, Elwood.” Sean jumped up and went to him. “C’mon, let’s dance.” He took Elijah in his arms, but the younger man resisted, saying, “Uh-uh, no way, Astin.”

Sean only laughed and pulled Elijah closer. He began to sway. With a sigh of resignation, Elijah relaxed into his arms. As they danced, turning slowly in a small circle, Sean sang along with Bing:

I've got plenty to be thankful for

I haven't got

A great big yacht

To sail from shore to shore

Still I've got plenty to be thankful for

I've got plenty to be thankful for

No private car

No caviar

No carpet on my floor

Still I've got plenty to be thankful for

I've got eyes to see with

Ears to hear with

Arms to hug with

Lips to kiss with

Someone to adore

How could anybody ask for more?

My needs are small

I buy them all

At the five and ten cent store

Oh, I've got plenty to be thankful for

The music stopped, and Sean looked into Elijah’s eyes. They were filled with tears.

“Oh fuck. This is ridiculous,” Elijah said, embarrassed. “Damn it, Sean, you do this to me every year.”

“Just trying to prove who really is the sappy sentimental one in this relationship,” Sean teased, wiping the tears from Elijah’s face with a gentle finger.

“I’m going to make you pay for this, you know that don’t you?"

"I certainly hope so," Sean replied. "I love the way you get even." He hesitated. "Elijah," he added in the most serious voice Elijah had ever heard him use, "there was a time when I felt just like Bing's character in that movie, when I thought I'd never have you in my life. Maybe I don't say this often enough, but I want you to know how thankful I am for you - every minute of every day."

"And you're calling me sappy and sentimental?" But the expression on Elijah's face was anything but humorous. He held Sean in a tight, wordless embrace for a long moment then pulled back. "Now shut up, Seanie, and use those lips to kiss the one you adore, okay?”

So Sean did.


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