Vajazzled

"Vajazzled, you say?"

"Just...don't." Rob rubbed his face, the heavy stubble rasping softly as he did
so. "Grab me a beer?"

Tim cracked off the top and passed it over, running a consoling hand down Rob's
arm as he did so. Family at Christmas, can't beat it.

"So", he hesitated, "Could you tell it was a Christmas tree?"

Rob took a long pull, shooting a filthy look Tim's way. His Adam's apple shifted
as he swallowed. And kept swallowing.

"Just asking. So I can't decorate my bits, eh?"

His jest died on his tongue as Rob lunged for him.