Swift and Max from COME UNTO THESE YELLOW SANDS
Police chiefs don’t get Christmas Eve
off.
But Swift was used to that. He had
been used to it even before the relationship between him and Max had become
official. Being a night owl, it was no hardship to wait up for Max. He took his
time preparing every detail of what felt like their first Christmas Eve
together, although it was not technically their first. Not at all.
He wound a few Christmas lights
around the bookshelves and statuary, lit the strategically placed red and white
candles, and set up the Christmas tree. The latter took all of five minutes. It
was an small artificial tree from the 1960s which he’d picked up at a flea
market the first winter he’d spent at Stone
Coast . The tree was white as were
the star-shaped lights. The scratched and faded bulbs were red and silver. It
was about as kitschy as Christmas could get, and Swift dearly loved it.
He spent the rest of the evening cooking
and listening to music. Mostly Christmas
Time With Motown, Max’s favorite holiday record. It took a fair bit of time
to get their midnight repast ready and
prepare for the following day’s meal. Not that Max would have Christmas day off
either, but they would get to spend a portion of it together and Swift had
learned to make every minute count.
Swift could not sing to save his
life, but that didn’t stop him humming along with Smokey Robinson.
Well
I wish it could be Christmas every day
When
the kids start singing and the band begins to play
Oh
I wish it could be Christmas every day
So
let the bells ring out for Christmas
Tomorrow he was doing a full on
traditional feast with a small roasted goose stuffed with chestnuts and
cranberries among other goodies as the centerpiece. He was even doing a figgy
pudding which he had attempted just for laughs, but the pudding had turned out to
be astonishingly delicious after a liberal dosing of cognac and rum. That was
tomorrow taken care of – and probably a
number of nights to follow because there would be a ridiculous amount of
leftovers.
Tonight’s meal would be relatively light:
bacon-wrapped scallops, spinach, fennel and citrus salad, and wild rice, all set
off to perfection by a nice white wine.
After the cooking and clean up was
done, Swift had a glass of the nice wine while he sat in front of the fire and
jotted down some notes.
At a quarter after eleven, Max’s key scraped
in the front door lock, and Max let himself in. Snow dusted his dark hair and
the wide shoulders of his sheepskin coat.
“You’re early.”
“Doesn’t feel early to me,” Max
said, bending over the sofa to drop a kiss on Swift’s neck. “Working?”
Swift shook his head and tossed the
legal pad aside.
“Something smells great.”
“Hungry?”
“Starving.”
Max followed him into the kitchen
talking about what had been a relatively crime free Christmas Eve and watched
Swift dish out the food.
“Do you want eat at the table or in
front of the fire?” Swift asked.
“Fire.”
They returned with their plates to
the warmth of the fireplace.
Max stopped talking and devoted
himself to the food. Swift watched him, smiling. He enjoyed Max’s heartfelt
appreciation of his cooking.
At last Max set his empty plate
aside, heaved a deep sigh of relief and smiled back at Swift. “Christ, it’s
good to be home. I thought the night would never end.”
“Maybe we’ll get snowed in.”
“Maybe we will.” Max’s gaze grew
thoughtful. “Are you sorry you didn’t go to your mother’s?”
“No. I wanted to spend Christmas
with you.”
“If I could have got away?”
“No.” It wasn’t easy to explain
without sounding hardhearted, but if anyone understood, Max did. “Too many
memories. I want more new memories, new…traditions to balance against the old
before I try that. I’ll see her in the spring.”
Max nodded.
“You want another glass of wine?”
“I’ll switch to beer.”
Swift rose to refill his glass and
get Max a beer from the fridge. When he returned to the couch Max was looking
at the legal pad. Swift resisted the instinct to take the pad from Max. They
had no secrets from each other.
Max looked up and there was
something in his expression, a softness, a light. It took Swift aback, that
funny regard.
“Are you writing again?”
Swift’s face warmed, though that
could have been the wine. “I don’t know. Maybe. Just playing around with words
right now.”
Max looked down at the page. “‘The
first bell is winter. Frozen breath of cold blue streets.’ What’s it mean?”
Swift laughed. “Probably nothing.”
He took the pad away, tossed it on the table.
Max reached out and Swift moved
into the curve of his arm. He put his head back, staring up at the open ceiling
beams. He was smiling.
“Happy?” Max asked softly.
Swift assented.
There was a smile in Max’s voice as
he asked, “What do you say to working on another of those new Christmas
traditions?”
I love this pair so it was good to see them again!
ReplyDeleteYou know, you could do a recipe book, after Christmas, with all the feasts you've given your characters!
These are so wonderful. Each one, a little gift of hope and love wrapped and bowed under the tree. Presents for all us romantics. I hope you have a very Merry Christmas, Josh. No lumps of coal this year.
ReplyDeleteThat's exactly it, Karan. Trying to bring a little extra warmth and light to the season. :-)
DeleteThis is such a lovely, heart-warming glimpse of Swift and Max. Thank you! So happy to see them again! (⌒▽⌒)
ReplyDeleteI love Swift's tree - small but precious!
What a lovely time. I always love the chemistry between Max and Swift. And this new tradition they created together, I so approve!
ReplyDeleteThanks so much for the beautiful moments, Josh/ :)
This was just perfect. Perfect. I love Max and Swift! I think they might be my second favorites. ;-) You are rockin the Christmas Coda's, my friend! Thank you.
ReplyDeleteDear Santa, you made me SO HAPPY today...
ReplyDeleteSwift's kitschy and retro Christmas tree made me grin widely and I've actually replaced "Christmas With Rat Pack" CD with "Christmas Time With Motown" today. ;) Thank you also for sharing Swift's cooking and writing with us — and Max being so sweetly seductive. :) Thank you, Josh!
And you found a picture of his angel statue, too. How cool. :)
My favorite couple, thank you ♡♡♡
ReplyDeleteJust beautiful, Josh. And mouth-watering! This time I told myself at the start not to get too pulled-in; that this is not the beginning of a new story. Even so, it was delightful. Thank you for the Christmas glimpse.
ReplyDelete:-D
DeleteYOU CANNOT RESIST MY POWER!!!! I WILL PULL YOU IN!!!!
Or dying trying.
Love Max and Swift. This little coda is simply gorgeous.
ReplyDeleteAnother winning coda, Josh. Christmas traditions are the best and I'm glad Swift is starting some new ones.
ReplyDeleteJust beautiful...
ReplyDeleteMax and Swift and Christmas in Maine. Lovely!
ReplyDeleteDrat. I keep trying to hit the LIKE button on these comments.
ReplyDeleteI love this! CUTYS is tied with Fair Game as my favorite story by you. So nice to see them again. And an excellent choice of music, decor and food. I miss goose. My mom would make one every Christmas. Put I'll pass on the Christmas Eve dinner lol. I hope you revisit them next year for the Christmas Advent :o)
ReplyDeleteI took a little more time here since I knew there wouldn't be a follow up book. I wanted readers to know Swift and Max are healthy and very happy.
DeleteSuch a shame too - love these two. But I'll relish every little snippet I can get.
Delete:o)
And who knows? Perhaps visiting certain characters will become a semi-regular holiday tradition! :-)
DeleteI love this, Max and Swift are so special, but reading it at teatime was a mistake :-)
ReplyDeleteThank you Josh
I am sooo happy! :D
ReplyDeleteIt's like you knew I am having a crappy week and you gave me a little something guaranteed to make me smile. I love Swift and Max, they are the sweetest story. I am so over the moon that you wrote a Christmas Coda about them.
You are the best!
This is always the toughest week of December. Not sure why! Glad I could make it a little lighter and brighter. :-)
DeleteMaking new traditions - very appropriate for Swift. I miss this story!
ReplyDeleteGorgeous piece, Josh. Loved every word.
ReplyDeleteThank you very much!
DeleteI love Swift and Max and their home life. It makes me so happy that Swift has finally been able to create a sanctuary for himself.
ReplyDeleteOh yes. Swift has found his sanctuary.
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ReplyDelete//I wanted readers to know Swift and Max are healthy and very happy.//
That is, you wanted to make us happy! Thank you very much!
Ciao
Antonella
That can't be much surprise by now! :-D
DeleteSwift and Max being so settled and happy makes me happy :-). A little surprised that Swift loves a kitschy tree, but not at his favorite Christmas music. The hint of Swift possibly writing again (and how pleased it seems to make Max)is like icing on an already luscious cake. (had to get in a food reference) :-P
ReplyDeleteMaybe Swift saw a potential poem in that nutty little tree. ;-)
DeleteThanks, Josh. Saved this little morsel to read after I got through Monday. Glad I did. Have I mentioned how much I'm enjoying these?
ReplyDeleteCheers, Kelly
I'm so glad they're being enjoyed!
DeleteNothing profound to say — just thank you so much, especially for this one. I think of CUTYS as your darkest story, as well as among the most beautiful. I especially appreciate that little snippet of a nascent poem.
ReplyDeleteOn a sillier note, we had a goose this year for a large Thanksgiving family dinner. My husband ordered it without asking and I was mostly appalled because my only experience with goose was very many years ago when my mother almost burned our house down trying to prepare a wild goose my dad shot, and I still recalled the awful smell. Anyway, my husband found a great recipe and cooked outside with a convection oven and everyone (except the vegetarians) declared it a great hit. I even tried a bite...
I love your goose story. I've only had goose once and I was a kid so the flavor seemed too strong and strange. I'd like to try it now that my palate has grown up a little.
DeleteAnother funny thing is that this turned into a whole Facebook discussion with pro-goose and con-goose votes and cooking suggestions. I guess domestic goose is much less "gamey" or hardly at all. We also had turkey and goose broth soup and leftovers and I enjoyed it.
DeleteOh how funny! Nice to know the stories are serving to start conversations too. :-D
DeleteThanks again for a wonderful coda! Swift and Max are one of my favorite couples, so I loved checking in on them again. Fabulous job! :-)
ReplyDeleteI'm so glad that Swift and Max are happy and that Swift is writing again. :-)
ReplyDeleteMe too! Swift deserves a little peace and happiness.
DeleteThank you. It's wonderful to know Swift is (maybe) writing again.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Pender!
DeleteSWIFT!!!!!!
ReplyDeletethis made my holiday 2012. Come Unto These Yellow Sands is one of my favorite novella (books even) ever. Something about how vulnerable - but not weak - Swift is. And that it isn't the usual mystery - the protegonist isn't trying to silve the case, he just wants to help one guy in some small way but couldn't care less who the murderer actually is.
Of course, it doesn't hurt that after reading a TON of crap when I first stumbled into m/m romance, finding something that is well-written was a blessing. it isn't just that the plots are well-constructed and the characters believable, each sentence is just well-crafted. Without ever showing us more than a handful of sentences about that post card, it is so easy to see how both Max and Swift were overcome by ... inertia and caution to let the moment the past summer slip by when they each wanted to make the step toward a deeper relationship.
but again, i just need to squee, "SWIFT!" he seems like a real person to me - so happy he might start writing again, that he is moving, however cautiously, toward a reconciliation with his mother.
Swift is writing again!
ReplyDeleteThat makes me warmly happy!
It feel's as the start of settled happyness for him near Max. This is another great coda.
I'm way late with commenting but still, I wanted to thank you for this little, great peek into their life!
ReplyDeleteCUTYS was a hard read for me in the way that it made me feel almost too much. I'm going to re-read it soon to see how I feel now about it.
Swift resisted the instinct to take the pad from Max. They had no secrets from each other.
It takes a strong charcter for this 'no secrets' thing. It's fascinating how Swift can be so strong and still so sensitive.
I've just reread this, thanks to Johanna, and loved it once more. And ordered ''Christmas Time With Motown'' ;-). I'm not a christmassy person, but I love soul and R&B!
ReplyDeleteCiao
Antonella
I've been listening to Christmas music all day while I write these new codas. :-)
ReplyDeleteMakes me want to reread the book!
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