Christmas - Tora/Hiroto [oneshot]
Title: Christmas
Author: beyondtheremix
Genre: fluff
Pairing: Tora/Hiroto
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I don't own.
Summary: Stockings hung far away from the chimney.
Christmas
"Tora?"
The line fuzzed over for a second before the older man hummed his assent.
"Are you done yet? I think I lost the car."
“Eh?” Snorting, Tora grabbed another package off the brightly colored shelf and tossed it in his basket.
"I'll be out in a second, I just need to checkout. Can you meet me out front?"
"The one across from the bookstore?"
"Yeah. With the green banners."
"Gotcha," Hiroto replied, teeth chattering as he ended the call and tucked his phone away.
Darting out from beneath the overhang of a liquor store, Hiroto made his way up the street wishing his hands weren't so full - then at least he'd be able to pull his hood up. Right now the snowy wind wasn’t too bad but freezing cold all the same.
He might have parked the car up this way... or maybe the next block over. We should have taken the subway, Hiroto sighed, stepping carefully through the slosh in the road. There wasn't much traffic, but then again everyone who had a car to traffic had long since gone. The snow had picked up and was beginning to pile comically high atop Hiroto's shoulders when he finally made it to the bookstore. Shaking like a wet dog, he abruptly remembered the fragile bundle in his arms. Oops. Hiroto peeked into the white box and surveyed the damage. Every strawberry had shifted to the right and the chocolate ‘Merry Christmas’ was now facedown…
Well at least they hadn’t taken the subway.
Now to make it to the car in one piece.
---
Tora blinked dumbly at the glowing green numbers on the checkout screen before shaking his head; wandering through these huge superstores had that same sort of dazzling-daze, mind-numbing effect on him. It was probably the lights, maybe the smell, but either way it was the only place Tora could think of that would be selling these.
And he needed these.
Paying the cashier, he crammed everything into a small tote he'd gotten free the day before and gravitated towards the automated doors. Was that a man in a reindeer suit across the street?
"Find everything you need?"
Tora swiveled mid-step, turning to face the soft voice muffled amongst the falling snow and a woolen scarf.
"I guess," he frowned, swatting at the powdery white drenching Hiroto's coat and filling his hood. "You should learn to dress yourself, you know."
"You mean I should start dressing like Guitora the Yeti?" the other grinned through his shivers.
Tora had a big furry trooper hat shoved over his head, an extra two inches all the way round his skull and line of faux fur covering his eyebrows. He was dressed in a scarf, coat, jacket, sweater, three t-shirts, and (Hiroto knew this for fact) a pair of long underwear over his briefs and beneath two pairs of sweats.
"Well at least I'm warm," he muttered, plopping his fuzzy headgear over the other's wet hair.
"Fine, but I still say I wouldn't be able to walk." Rolling his eyes, Tora followed Hiroto back down the street.
"Now where did we park?"
---
Cheery holiday music crackled over the oldies station as they inched forward. Hiroto twisted the volume a notch higher and rolled the car window down, peering out the side to see if they had enough room to clear the lamppost and its adjoining mailboxes.
"Oh God not the jingling bells," Tora groaned in the passenger seat. "Can't we at least put on a CD or something?"
"Shut it," Hiroto grimaced, waving a hand at the older man. "I'm the one with the license here."
The loud thump and grind of metal on metal drowned out the music for a minute.
"Soooo…what do you want to do first when we get home?" Hiroto coughed and ignored the raised eyebrows.
The scratches wouldn't look too out of place. Not next to his dented bumper and bug speckled windshields.
---
On the couch Tora nudged Hiroto with a thigh, "Needs windows," before resuming the steady rub-rub of his towel through dripping wet hair.
Propping his chin up on the other's knee, Hiroto pondered it for a moment, head moving beneath Tora's palms while navy cotton and glass coffee table jostled in and out of his vision. He resisted the urge to wipe his sticky fingers on their shaggy rug and instead reached for the bag of tree-shaped marshmallows.
Popping a pink one into his mouth, he leaned back between Tora's legs.
"Cut-outs or lollipop windows?"
Fingers stilled and slid down to the curve of his neck. Tora leaned over and rested his chin on Hiroto's head.
"Can't we do both?"
"Mmm..."
Hiroto reached for a bag of chocolates. "I think you should have said something before I iced the walls together."
"It's not like we're going to eat it," Tora snorted, making a face and grabbing the beheaded Santa from the other's hand. "Just use regular glue when you're done. And stop eating all these before we’ve had your cake."
Sticking his tongue out childishly at the older man, Hiroto stood and dropped the wet towel into Tora’s lap; venturing into the kitchen for a proper knife.
"Cut-out lollipop it is."
---
The soft glow of the warm kitchen light and a few flickering candles threw the two guitarists into angles of ominous shadow.
"It's time," Tora chuckled darkly, his voice a strange, evil croak. Lifting the square cardboard with its store-bought, some assembly required, handcrafted gingerbread house, he smirked at the younger man and pranced away with their cooling rack.
Rolling his eyes, Hiroto followed with a camera.
"I swear, if you get us evicted on Christmas Eve I'm never going to talk to you again."
---
Setting their masterpiece on the blue tile floor, Tora pulled out his lighter and waited.
Without another word Hiroto entered the small shower stall and slid a metal cookie tray under the cooling rack. Prodding Tora with his foot until there was enough room to squeeze in, he pulled out his own Zippo.
"On three."
They crouched down on the bathroom floor.
"One..."
Tora's excitement was definitely infectious.
"Two..."
Hiroto took a quick ‘before’ shot of their afternoon's labor.
"Three."
The snapsnapsnap of two lighters echoed down the hall.
Inside the bathroom, newspaper heartily stuffed behind sugar-paned windows shriveled and burned.
With a satisfied sound Tora plopped back onto his behind, grinning when the sparks finally began to shoot out from the crowded sparklers of their makeshift chimney, while Hiroto snapped a few candid images of the other man’s happy peace signs.
"Die Harrrrrrrrrrrd," Tora hissed triumphantly, a semi-whispered cheer for their odd ritual-like destruction.
Snorting, Hiroto cautiously eyed the gingerbread burning black, watched the marshmallow trees melt into a forest of bubbling goo while his lollipop windows sweat droplets of liquid clear sugar before curdling and slipping off completely, bits and pieces falling amongst the charred ashes of his tray.
Tora was ridiculous.
---
"So we are going to see the sunrise tomorrow, right?"
Hiroto hip checked the larger man away from the sink, mumbling around his toothbrush and looking at Tora inquiringly.
"If you take the stocking off our bed."
Tora shoved back twice as hard, sending the smaller man to the floor with his toothbrush in hand and earning himself a pained look as Hiroto got up to spit in the sink.
"Don't make that face."
Tora pointed accusingly at the other’s protruding lip.
"We have to get up early as it is for the live and sound checks. It’s already going to be a long, tiring day, why make it any longer and tiring?"
Sighing, Hiroto finished brushing and set his toothbrush back in its place.
"I know, I know."
"We'll go on New Year's," Tora promised, wrapping his arms around the smaller's waist and pulling him towards the bed. "And you can keep the stocking."
Smiling and leaning into the soft kisses, Hiroto supposed sunrise on New Year's made a lot more sense.
---
Groaning as the alarm shrilled through his short-lived night, Tora fumbled for the alarm, only realizing he was reaching for the wrong side of the bed when his fingers met warm warm skin. Punching it off, he flopped back over Hiroto's chest and fought desperately for five more minutes.
"Tora get off."
Hiroto sighed and squinted at the clock, trying to get up and start a new, thrilling albeit exhausting, day.
"No."
"Tora."
“No, it’s not time yet.”
“Tora!”
“No... Don't look…"
Hiroto blushed and was forced to lie back down.
Of course Tora knew. Tora always knew. He didn't want Hiroto to be disappointed, disappointed that this one time he bothered putting up a stocking it would of course be empty because there was no Santa Claus.
"Tora please?"
"What if it's empty?"
"I don't care, now move."
Sighing, Tora rolled to the side and buried his head in a pillow almost wishing they didn't have a live today so he could sleep in.
Sitting back on his knees, Hiroto unhooked the floppy stocking off the headboard and tipped it into his lap. He wasn’t expecting anything to be honest, it was more the anticipation, the feeling of hanging it up the night before and waiting, hoping. Although nothing was still disappointing. The stocking already felt inconceivably light.
Surprisingly a silver chain spilled out, a small pendant dangling from its links, followed by a crumpled scrap of notebook paper.
I love you, in Tora's crazy scrawl.
P.S. I take my Poncakes cheeks raised high. And I want five more minutes after. With a scrambled side of eggs.
"Dork," Hiroto laughed, swatting Tora's naked backside and pretending he didn't feel the slight burn of his eyes.
Fighting to hold back the pleased grin that wanted to shine and keep up the suave persona, Tora tugged the smaller man into his arms and buried them back underneath the sheets, sneaking kisses and sliding touches on their early Christmas morning.
It never really mattered if his stocking was empty or the place beneath their tree bare.
His heart was full, their hearts were full, and that was all that really mattered.
A/N:
OMG TITLE.
SO CREATIVE.
lol for aliceinfiction
I guess this kind of turned out to be a collage of different scenes and snippets of conversation.
My writing started to die towards the end but Merry Christmas :)
EDIT: Got 2nd place! And here is the interview Tora's ridiculousness was inspired by.
Archive
Author: beyondtheremix
Genre: fluff
Pairing: Tora/Hiroto
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I don't own.
Summary: Stockings hung far away from the chimney.
Christmas
"Tora?"
The line fuzzed over for a second before the older man hummed his assent.
"Are you done yet? I think I lost the car."
“Eh?” Snorting, Tora grabbed another package off the brightly colored shelf and tossed it in his basket.
"I'll be out in a second, I just need to checkout. Can you meet me out front?"
"The one across from the bookstore?"
"Yeah. With the green banners."
"Gotcha," Hiroto replied, teeth chattering as he ended the call and tucked his phone away.
Darting out from beneath the overhang of a liquor store, Hiroto made his way up the street wishing his hands weren't so full - then at least he'd be able to pull his hood up. Right now the snowy wind wasn’t too bad but freezing cold all the same.
He might have parked the car up this way... or maybe the next block over. We should have taken the subway, Hiroto sighed, stepping carefully through the slosh in the road. There wasn't much traffic, but then again everyone who had a car to traffic had long since gone. The snow had picked up and was beginning to pile comically high atop Hiroto's shoulders when he finally made it to the bookstore. Shaking like a wet dog, he abruptly remembered the fragile bundle in his arms. Oops. Hiroto peeked into the white box and surveyed the damage. Every strawberry had shifted to the right and the chocolate ‘Merry Christmas’ was now facedown…
Well at least they hadn’t taken the subway.
Now to make it to the car in one piece.
---
Tora blinked dumbly at the glowing green numbers on the checkout screen before shaking his head; wandering through these huge superstores had that same sort of dazzling-daze, mind-numbing effect on him. It was probably the lights, maybe the smell, but either way it was the only place Tora could think of that would be selling these.
And he needed these.
Paying the cashier, he crammed everything into a small tote he'd gotten free the day before and gravitated towards the automated doors. Was that a man in a reindeer suit across the street?
"Find everything you need?"
Tora swiveled mid-step, turning to face the soft voice muffled amongst the falling snow and a woolen scarf.
"I guess," he frowned, swatting at the powdery white drenching Hiroto's coat and filling his hood. "You should learn to dress yourself, you know."
"You mean I should start dressing like Guitora the Yeti?" the other grinned through his shivers.
Tora had a big furry trooper hat shoved over his head, an extra two inches all the way round his skull and line of faux fur covering his eyebrows. He was dressed in a scarf, coat, jacket, sweater, three t-shirts, and (Hiroto knew this for fact) a pair of long underwear over his briefs and beneath two pairs of sweats.
"Well at least I'm warm," he muttered, plopping his fuzzy headgear over the other's wet hair.
"Fine, but I still say I wouldn't be able to walk." Rolling his eyes, Tora followed Hiroto back down the street.
"Now where did we park?"
---
Cheery holiday music crackled over the oldies station as they inched forward. Hiroto twisted the volume a notch higher and rolled the car window down, peering out the side to see if they had enough room to clear the lamppost and its adjoining mailboxes.
"Oh God not the jingling bells," Tora groaned in the passenger seat. "Can't we at least put on a CD or something?"
"Shut it," Hiroto grimaced, waving a hand at the older man. "I'm the one with the license here."
The loud thump and grind of metal on metal drowned out the music for a minute.
"Soooo…what do you want to do first when we get home?" Hiroto coughed and ignored the raised eyebrows.
The scratches wouldn't look too out of place. Not next to his dented bumper and bug speckled windshields.
---
On the couch Tora nudged Hiroto with a thigh, "Needs windows," before resuming the steady rub-rub of his towel through dripping wet hair.
Propping his chin up on the other's knee, Hiroto pondered it for a moment, head moving beneath Tora's palms while navy cotton and glass coffee table jostled in and out of his vision. He resisted the urge to wipe his sticky fingers on their shaggy rug and instead reached for the bag of tree-shaped marshmallows.
Popping a pink one into his mouth, he leaned back between Tora's legs.
"Cut-outs or lollipop windows?"
Fingers stilled and slid down to the curve of his neck. Tora leaned over and rested his chin on Hiroto's head.
"Can't we do both?"
"Mmm..."
Hiroto reached for a bag of chocolates. "I think you should have said something before I iced the walls together."
"It's not like we're going to eat it," Tora snorted, making a face and grabbing the beheaded Santa from the other's hand. "Just use regular glue when you're done. And stop eating all these before we’ve had your cake."
Sticking his tongue out childishly at the older man, Hiroto stood and dropped the wet towel into Tora’s lap; venturing into the kitchen for a proper knife.
"Cut-out lollipop it is."
---
The soft glow of the warm kitchen light and a few flickering candles threw the two guitarists into angles of ominous shadow.
"It's time," Tora chuckled darkly, his voice a strange, evil croak. Lifting the square cardboard with its store-bought, some assembly required, handcrafted gingerbread house, he smirked at the younger man and pranced away with their cooling rack.
Rolling his eyes, Hiroto followed with a camera.
"I swear, if you get us evicted on Christmas Eve I'm never going to talk to you again."
---
Setting their masterpiece on the blue tile floor, Tora pulled out his lighter and waited.
Without another word Hiroto entered the small shower stall and slid a metal cookie tray under the cooling rack. Prodding Tora with his foot until there was enough room to squeeze in, he pulled out his own Zippo.
"On three."
They crouched down on the bathroom floor.
"One..."
Tora's excitement was definitely infectious.
"Two..."
Hiroto took a quick ‘before’ shot of their afternoon's labor.
"Three."
The snapsnapsnap of two lighters echoed down the hall.
Inside the bathroom, newspaper heartily stuffed behind sugar-paned windows shriveled and burned.
With a satisfied sound Tora plopped back onto his behind, grinning when the sparks finally began to shoot out from the crowded sparklers of their makeshift chimney, while Hiroto snapped a few candid images of the other man’s happy peace signs.
"Die Harrrrrrrrrrrd," Tora hissed triumphantly, a semi-whispered cheer for their odd ritual-like destruction.
Snorting, Hiroto cautiously eyed the gingerbread burning black, watched the marshmallow trees melt into a forest of bubbling goo while his lollipop windows sweat droplets of liquid clear sugar before curdling and slipping off completely, bits and pieces falling amongst the charred ashes of his tray.
Tora was ridiculous.
---
"So we are going to see the sunrise tomorrow, right?"
Hiroto hip checked the larger man away from the sink, mumbling around his toothbrush and looking at Tora inquiringly.
"If you take the stocking off our bed."
Tora shoved back twice as hard, sending the smaller man to the floor with his toothbrush in hand and earning himself a pained look as Hiroto got up to spit in the sink.
"Don't make that face."
Tora pointed accusingly at the other’s protruding lip.
"We have to get up early as it is for the live and sound checks. It’s already going to be a long, tiring day, why make it any longer and tiring?"
Sighing, Hiroto finished brushing and set his toothbrush back in its place.
"I know, I know."
"We'll go on New Year's," Tora promised, wrapping his arms around the smaller's waist and pulling him towards the bed. "And you can keep the stocking."
Smiling and leaning into the soft kisses, Hiroto supposed sunrise on New Year's made a lot more sense.
---
Groaning as the alarm shrilled through his short-lived night, Tora fumbled for the alarm, only realizing he was reaching for the wrong side of the bed when his fingers met warm warm skin. Punching it off, he flopped back over Hiroto's chest and fought desperately for five more minutes.
"Tora get off."
Hiroto sighed and squinted at the clock, trying to get up and start a new, thrilling albeit exhausting, day.
"No."
"Tora."
“No, it’s not time yet.”
“Tora!”
“No... Don't look…"
Hiroto blushed and was forced to lie back down.
Of course Tora knew. Tora always knew. He didn't want Hiroto to be disappointed, disappointed that this one time he bothered putting up a stocking it would of course be empty because there was no Santa Claus.
"Tora please?"
"What if it's empty?"
"I don't care, now move."
Sighing, Tora rolled to the side and buried his head in a pillow almost wishing they didn't have a live today so he could sleep in.
Sitting back on his knees, Hiroto unhooked the floppy stocking off the headboard and tipped it into his lap. He wasn’t expecting anything to be honest, it was more the anticipation, the feeling of hanging it up the night before and waiting, hoping. Although nothing was still disappointing. The stocking already felt inconceivably light.
Surprisingly a silver chain spilled out, a small pendant dangling from its links, followed by a crumpled scrap of notebook paper.
I love you, in Tora's crazy scrawl.
P.S. I take my Poncakes cheeks raised high. And I want five more minutes after. With a scrambled side of eggs.
"Dork," Hiroto laughed, swatting Tora's naked backside and pretending he didn't feel the slight burn of his eyes.
Fighting to hold back the pleased grin that wanted to shine and keep up the suave persona, Tora tugged the smaller man into his arms and buried them back underneath the sheets, sneaking kisses and sliding touches on their early Christmas morning.
It never really mattered if his stocking was empty or the place beneath their tree bare.
His heart was full, their hearts were full, and that was all that really mattered.
A/N:
OMG TITLE.
SO CREATIVE.
lol for aliceinfiction
I guess this kind of turned out to be a collage of different scenes and snippets of conversation.
My writing started to die towards the end but Merry Christmas :)
EDIT: Got 2nd place! And here is the interview Tora's ridiculousness was inspired by.
Archive