Silvester
Silvester
Pairing: B/F
Rating: PG
Length: 566 words
Warnings: sap!
With illustration
‘Where are you taking me?!’ Bela protested weakly as the car door next to him slammed shut.
Maybe the whole trusting Farin thing hadn’t been such a great idea after all.
It had sounded good when Farin had turned up unexpectedly at Bela’s doorstep an hour ago, with a smile on his face and a bottle of champagne in his hand. ‘I’m surprised you aren’t out, old man’, he’d said only half jokingly. There was some truth to that, though, as to most of Farin’s statements, because most people took New Year’s Eve as an excuse to party and get drunk somewhere, and Bela hadn’t been an exception until a few years ago. But recently he just hadn’t… felt like it. Maybe he was getting old.
The engine rumbled to life and Bela felt the car rolling into motion to god knew where. This was retarded. He reached a hand up to push away the soft scarf that was blindfolding him.
‘Nuh-uh,’ Farin laughed from the driver’s seat, and slapped his hand away lightly. ‘Don’t spoil the surprise, you impatient git. It’ll be worth it.’
Bela just humphed, but put his hand back into his lap.
They drove on wordlessly for some time, ethnic music on the radio and the thunder of the first premature fireworks outside. The curves of the road seemed oddly familiar, but then, Bela decided, anything would have felt oddly familiar with a blindfold on.
Soon after Farin reduced his speed, they took a sharp left turn and stopped in what Bela assumed was a driveway.
Farin got out to open the door on Bela’s side. Suddenly nervous, Bela grabbed the other man’s hand tightly as he got out clumsily. ‘Are you sure this is a good idea?’ he asked and pulled up his eyebrows quizzically, which quite probably got lot behind the blindfold, but hey, it was worth a try.
Farin remained silent. Oh.
He was led along a short, paved path, then - ‘careful’ - a step up, a door creaked open, and Bela’s nose told him where he was. The subtle smell of tea, wood, leather and a faint whiff of dog, combined with something unique was undeniably…
‘Your house? All this trouble to get me to your house? You are aware that you just could have asked me over, right?’
But Farin still didn’t reply, and Bela sighed to himself and frowned. Why did he love this oddball again?
Up the stairs, up the stairs, how far were they? Finally, an even floor under his feet for some time, then two, three steps up and - ‘duck, but step up’ - and cold air hit him.
Farin stepped out behind him and pulled the blindfold off.
They were on his roof, in the middle of nowhere, the lights of the city only blinking on the horizon. A blanket was laid out to sit on, and a small basket stood to the side.
‘A picnic on the roof?’ Bela said incredulously. He turned around, smiling at the tall blonde behind him. ‘You’re… thank you. This is… incredibly sappy. And romantic. And wonderful. And… cold.’
They both laughed.
When the grandfather clock inside struck the new year, Bela was cuddled between Farin’s legs, his lover’s arms wrapped tightly around him, and they stared up at the magnificently painted sky with childish delight in their eyes.
All was well.
Pairing: B/F
Rating: PG
Length: 566 words
Warnings: sap!
With illustration
‘Where are you taking me?!’ Bela protested weakly as the car door next to him slammed shut.
Maybe the whole trusting Farin thing hadn’t been such a great idea after all.
It had sounded good when Farin had turned up unexpectedly at Bela’s doorstep an hour ago, with a smile on his face and a bottle of champagne in his hand. ‘I’m surprised you aren’t out, old man’, he’d said only half jokingly. There was some truth to that, though, as to most of Farin’s statements, because most people took New Year’s Eve as an excuse to party and get drunk somewhere, and Bela hadn’t been an exception until a few years ago. But recently he just hadn’t… felt like it. Maybe he was getting old.
The engine rumbled to life and Bela felt the car rolling into motion to god knew where. This was retarded. He reached a hand up to push away the soft scarf that was blindfolding him.
‘Nuh-uh,’ Farin laughed from the driver’s seat, and slapped his hand away lightly. ‘Don’t spoil the surprise, you impatient git. It’ll be worth it.’
Bela just humphed, but put his hand back into his lap.
They drove on wordlessly for some time, ethnic music on the radio and the thunder of the first premature fireworks outside. The curves of the road seemed oddly familiar, but then, Bela decided, anything would have felt oddly familiar with a blindfold on.
Soon after Farin reduced his speed, they took a sharp left turn and stopped in what Bela assumed was a driveway.
Farin got out to open the door on Bela’s side. Suddenly nervous, Bela grabbed the other man’s hand tightly as he got out clumsily. ‘Are you sure this is a good idea?’ he asked and pulled up his eyebrows quizzically, which quite probably got lot behind the blindfold, but hey, it was worth a try.
Farin remained silent. Oh.
He was led along a short, paved path, then - ‘careful’ - a step up, a door creaked open, and Bela’s nose told him where he was. The subtle smell of tea, wood, leather and a faint whiff of dog, combined with something unique was undeniably…
‘Your house? All this trouble to get me to your house? You are aware that you just could have asked me over, right?’
But Farin still didn’t reply, and Bela sighed to himself and frowned. Why did he love this oddball again?
Up the stairs, up the stairs, how far were they? Finally, an even floor under his feet for some time, then two, three steps up and - ‘duck, but step up’ - and cold air hit him.
Farin stepped out behind him and pulled the blindfold off.
They were on his roof, in the middle of nowhere, the lights of the city only blinking on the horizon. A blanket was laid out to sit on, and a small basket stood to the side.
‘A picnic on the roof?’ Bela said incredulously. He turned around, smiling at the tall blonde behind him. ‘You’re… thank you. This is… incredibly sappy. And romantic. And wonderful. And… cold.’
They both laughed.
When the grandfather clock inside struck the new year, Bela was cuddled between Farin’s legs, his lover’s arms wrapped tightly around him, and they stared up at the magnificently painted sky with childish delight in their eyes.
All was well.
