[Sims 2 Story] Country Christmas
Title: Country Christmas
Rating: Arg I don't know. PG 16 or higher my guess.
Warnings: boyxboy / malexmale/ slash. Kissing. Fluffiness. mistletoe power.
Notes: Just a random happy nyappy pappy Christmas sidestory.
Word count: 1725
The country house shone in all its rustic glamour as its occupants for the next seven days huffed and puffed up the stone path. They paused in awe, taking in the breathtaking sight of the acres upon acres of green meadows. Or what would have been green if it wasn’t winter and covered with snow. One dropped his backpack and then another and sprawled himself on the icy stone steps.
“Damn Jian!” he shouted as he tried to catch his breath. “The moment we see him, I’m letting him have it! Making us walk all these miles apparently to save cost. My foot, that stinge.”
Weiyi strolled past him. “Careful with my things, Kieran,” he called with a smile. “Anything broken, you’ll pay for it twofold.”
“Yeah, careful with it boy. I don’t want your screams marring my countryside experience tonight,” Peter said airily, dodging a kick aimed at his shin.
“Shuddup.” The boy grumbled as he gathered the two backpacks and trudged up the path. “What do you have in this? It’s not light you know.”
“Provisions, of course. Bath salts, bubble bath packets, air freshener (it’s sure to be musty), my pillow, rose petals…” he trailed off as he took out a huge bunch of keys from his pocket. “We-ell, as expected. This will take a while.” Kieran’s face drained of colour. “Toss it away! I’m tossing it away right now! You made me carry this shit all the way?!”
Caleb breezed past, rubbing off crusted snow and attempting to peer into the shuttered windows. “Wonder what got into owner’s mind, giving us all a holiday like this out of the blue. It is Christmas season too, our busiest time of the year. Hey, lift me up, Ash? I can’t reach that.” The man behind him nodded and carried him easily with one arm. Caleb pressed his nose against the window. “Kinda hard to see… but the living room looks to be in pretty good condition. And oh look!” He bounced excitedly. “A real fireplace!”
“I think Jian mentioned something about a woodshed behind. Won’t you two go check it out and perhaps get some wood? Knowing Jian, the fireplace’s probably not stocked up.” Weiyi asked as the jingling of the keys grew louder and more irritable with each failure to fit the keyhole and unlock the door.
“Okay!”
“Now if only this would fit-“ Weiyi said annoyed, as he lifted a leg to kick the door. Kieran dropped the bags with a heavy thud and hurried over. “Give me the keys, I’ll try.”
He peered through the keyhole, and picked a huge, black, rusted key from the res. He fitted the key, twisted it and pushed the heavy door open. The hinges looked fairly oiled, though it creaked and groaned its way in.
“There you go,” Kieran said proudly, holding out the bunch of keys. Weiyi took them and leaning close, whispered, “Thank you. You do know I knew it was that key all along though, right?” He smiled and sauntered in the doorway, leaving the boy behind with the two bags. “Yeah yeah, since it was the only antique-looking key among all the modern metal ones,” Kieran shrugged, gathering up the bags.
A shoe flew from inside the hall and hit him squarely on the head. “Ow!”
*~*~*~*~*
It was Christmas eve. The snows were blanketing everything in white and leaving the ground several inches deeper. Caleb and Ash had found a dusty, though usable fir tree in the shed and it stood now in the drawing room, being dressed in ornaments that glittered under the soft light of the surrounding white candles. At its very tip was a yellow star, which both blended in and glimmered amidst the shadows the candles cast upon the rose wallpaper.
Kieran leaned against the kitchen’s rough brick wall, arms crossed as he watched Weiyi dice raw potatoes so viciously he was glad he wasn’t that potato. “How was the shoot today?” He asked casually. RIP potato. You’ve had a tough one.
“Hm? It was fine. You know, you were there.”
“Yeah. I came in time to see that Loki guy touch you all over.”
“James. It was in the script, Kieran.”
Kieran pouted. “He gave me this evil look when he saw me a-a-and he k-k-kissed you!” He blushed deep red.
“You didn’t like it?”
“Course not!”
“But you never want to kiss me.”
Kieran shuffled his feet, his eyes darting left and right. “It just bothers me,” he mumbled.
There was an awkward silence before the kitchen door flew open and a blast of cold air and some stray icicles raged in. Peter stomped his boots on the brick floor, and slammed the door shut. “That is one hell of a blizzard out there.” He said, letting out a gigantic sneeze. “You’re cooking the turkey for dinner, Weiyi?” He asked carelessly as he adjusted something from the ceiling. Suddenly he paused. “You’re cooking the turkey?!”
Unperturbed, Weiyi continued dicing the potatoes. “Yes,” he smiled cheerfully.
“Nooo! Don’t waste the turkey! Tell him we can’t eat his meat, boy, tell him!” Peter grabbed Kieran by the shoulders and shook him. “We’ll starve- well not you, you probably have it every night but-“
The gleam of the knife reflected from the side of his glasses. Weiyi was looking at him, patting the back of the knife against his hand. “I just finished the potatoes, and the knife still looks hungry. I think it wants the blood of a certain blonde man, fresh, and I think I know just where to get it. I wonder what sort of cuts I should have it in.”
Peter released the boy’s shoulders and stepped backwards, hands up in surrender. “Just joking. You know me,” he grinned nervously. “Well, I won’t bother no more, have fun. Ah,” he jabbed upwards with his thumb, “A small present. Thank you, don’t mention it!” he disappeared from the arch that separated the kitchen and the dining room.
Weiyi sighed. “He’s all jumpy with Ken not here yet. I hope he arrives soon, he’ll be drinking himself drunk and sleep-groping next if he doesn’t.”
“He sleep-gropes?” Kieran glanced at the arch where the blonde man had disappeared through.
“Yes, quite an aggressive one too.”
Kieran looked at Weiyi in disbelief before he gave a small shout. “Hey, you’re bleeding!” He dashed over and disentangled the knife from Weiyi before taking a look at the injured hand. “Man… you do know you were using the sharp edge to tap your palm right?”
“Exactly.”
“You got four fingers cut just like that. Jeez… just leave the cooking to me. You’re really bad at it.”
Weiyi stuck his fingers out expectantly. “I can’t just give up.”
Kieran exhaled in defeat and he edged closer, taking Weiyi’s hand and bringing each finger to his lips. One by one, they slipped in between. Kieran’s face was red and flushed and his eyes were tightly shut as his tongue licked at them apprehensively.
“Look.” Weiyi murmured softly. His fingers slipped out as his other hand cupped Kieran’s chin gently and he leaned in closer. “Mistletoe. Wonder who left it up there.”
*~*~*~*~*
The fireplace threw warm dancing shadows on the thick carpet and black wall as the crackle of the wood slowly being consumed by the fire filled the living room. Caleb lay contentedly on the couch, his head on Ash’s lap. He was just slipping into a doze when Ash’s fingers brushed against his left cheek and traced the red scars. “Is this still not healing?”
Caleb yawned and snuggled closer. “It is. Just needs a little more time. If you gave them more TLC, that’d probably speed up recovery like a HP recovery potion.” He grinned wickedly.
Peter burst in, looking back to see he wasn’t followed by a hungry, gleaming knife. “I’ve got something for you!” He announced with a flourish. “Mistletoe! I’ll have it right here above the couch… and at this corner… and this corner… ooh, and near the fireplace!” He bustled about, fixing the sprigs.
Caleb opened one eye and drawled lazily, “We don’t need that. In fact you just destroyed a kissing moment.” Ash shrugged before leaning over -very flexibly, Peter thought- and covering Caleb’s head from sight.
Get a room, he grumbled under his breath. You guys are worse than the SM two back in the kitchen.
He trotted out and glanced at the Christmas tree. The presents were there, but not the ones he was waiting for. He dragged his feet through the various rooms, dangling sprigs of mistletoe at every nook and cranny and open space he could find. He glanced at the clock. 9.30 p.m. Peter was worried. His present was supposed to have arrived an hour ago.
He took out his cellphone and took a look. No missed calls. Where was he? Did he decide not to come? At all?! And leave him, Peter, the only one without anyone amidst these love-struck crazy birds?!
Nooo, he yelled silently. That’s a nightmare!!
Peter stepped off the staircase and looked at the last sprig of mistletoe. Well, I’ve got everywhere covered… save the front door. How could I forget the front door?
He strode into the hallway to the door and was about to fix the mistletoe when he thought he saw a shadow flitting past the window. His heart skipped a beat. I know this is in the middle of nowhere, in an old, old cottage but… ghosts? He gulped, gathered his courage and pulled the door open. Something fell through the door onto him and he almost yelled in fright, though he stopped mid-yell to sputter, “You!”
Ken, blue and stiff from the cold managed a smile that came out more of a grimace. His teeth chattered. “I d..id..n’t k.n…ow… lo..ng wa…l…k…”
Peter groaned. “Not you too! And in that blizzard!” One arm supported the frozen boy as he slammed the door shut with the other. “You’re frozen.”
“Mer…r..y… Chr…is…t…ma..s…”
“And you too. Hey look.” He held up the last sprig of mistletoe. “I know the perfect way to warm you up and it starts here, all the way…in…”
His voice faded as he kissed the boy on the mouth. “Merry Christmas.”
“Peter? What’s that sound? Is Ken here?” Kieran’s voice rang out from the kitchen. “Our eve’s dinner’s ready!”
Rating: Arg I don't know. PG 16 or higher my guess.
Warnings: boyxboy / malexmale/ slash. Kissing. Fluffiness. mistletoe power.
Notes: Just a random happy nyappy pappy Christmas sidestory.
Word count: 1725
The country house shone in all its rustic glamour as its occupants for the next seven days huffed and puffed up the stone path. They paused in awe, taking in the breathtaking sight of the acres upon acres of green meadows. Or what would have been green if it wasn’t winter and covered with snow. One dropped his backpack and then another and sprawled himself on the icy stone steps.
“Damn Jian!” he shouted as he tried to catch his breath. “The moment we see him, I’m letting him have it! Making us walk all these miles apparently to save cost. My foot, that stinge.”
Weiyi strolled past him. “Careful with my things, Kieran,” he called with a smile. “Anything broken, you’ll pay for it twofold.”
“Yeah, careful with it boy. I don’t want your screams marring my countryside experience tonight,” Peter said airily, dodging a kick aimed at his shin.
“Shuddup.” The boy grumbled as he gathered the two backpacks and trudged up the path. “What do you have in this? It’s not light you know.”
“Provisions, of course. Bath salts, bubble bath packets, air freshener (it’s sure to be musty), my pillow, rose petals…” he trailed off as he took out a huge bunch of keys from his pocket. “We-ell, as expected. This will take a while.” Kieran’s face drained of colour. “Toss it away! I’m tossing it away right now! You made me carry this shit all the way?!”
Caleb breezed past, rubbing off crusted snow and attempting to peer into the shuttered windows. “Wonder what got into owner’s mind, giving us all a holiday like this out of the blue. It is Christmas season too, our busiest time of the year. Hey, lift me up, Ash? I can’t reach that.” The man behind him nodded and carried him easily with one arm. Caleb pressed his nose against the window. “Kinda hard to see… but the living room looks to be in pretty good condition. And oh look!” He bounced excitedly. “A real fireplace!”
“I think Jian mentioned something about a woodshed behind. Won’t you two go check it out and perhaps get some wood? Knowing Jian, the fireplace’s probably not stocked up.” Weiyi asked as the jingling of the keys grew louder and more irritable with each failure to fit the keyhole and unlock the door.
“Okay!”
“Now if only this would fit-“ Weiyi said annoyed, as he lifted a leg to kick the door. Kieran dropped the bags with a heavy thud and hurried over. “Give me the keys, I’ll try.”
He peered through the keyhole, and picked a huge, black, rusted key from the res. He fitted the key, twisted it and pushed the heavy door open. The hinges looked fairly oiled, though it creaked and groaned its way in.
“There you go,” Kieran said proudly, holding out the bunch of keys. Weiyi took them and leaning close, whispered, “Thank you. You do know I knew it was that key all along though, right?” He smiled and sauntered in the doorway, leaving the boy behind with the two bags. “Yeah yeah, since it was the only antique-looking key among all the modern metal ones,” Kieran shrugged, gathering up the bags.
A shoe flew from inside the hall and hit him squarely on the head. “Ow!”
*~*~*~*~*
It was Christmas eve. The snows were blanketing everything in white and leaving the ground several inches deeper. Caleb and Ash had found a dusty, though usable fir tree in the shed and it stood now in the drawing room, being dressed in ornaments that glittered under the soft light of the surrounding white candles. At its very tip was a yellow star, which both blended in and glimmered amidst the shadows the candles cast upon the rose wallpaper.
Kieran leaned against the kitchen’s rough brick wall, arms crossed as he watched Weiyi dice raw potatoes so viciously he was glad he wasn’t that potato. “How was the shoot today?” He asked casually. RIP potato. You’ve had a tough one.
“Hm? It was fine. You know, you were there.”
“Yeah. I came in time to see that Loki guy touch you all over.”
“James. It was in the script, Kieran.”
Kieran pouted. “He gave me this evil look when he saw me a-a-and he k-k-kissed you!” He blushed deep red.
“You didn’t like it?”
“Course not!”
“But you never want to kiss me.”
Kieran shuffled his feet, his eyes darting left and right. “It just bothers me,” he mumbled.
There was an awkward silence before the kitchen door flew open and a blast of cold air and some stray icicles raged in. Peter stomped his boots on the brick floor, and slammed the door shut. “That is one hell of a blizzard out there.” He said, letting out a gigantic sneeze. “You’re cooking the turkey for dinner, Weiyi?” He asked carelessly as he adjusted something from the ceiling. Suddenly he paused. “You’re cooking the turkey?!”
Unperturbed, Weiyi continued dicing the potatoes. “Yes,” he smiled cheerfully.
“Nooo! Don’t waste the turkey! Tell him we can’t eat his meat, boy, tell him!” Peter grabbed Kieran by the shoulders and shook him. “We’ll starve- well not you, you probably have it every night but-“
The gleam of the knife reflected from the side of his glasses. Weiyi was looking at him, patting the back of the knife against his hand. “I just finished the potatoes, and the knife still looks hungry. I think it wants the blood of a certain blonde man, fresh, and I think I know just where to get it. I wonder what sort of cuts I should have it in.”
Peter released the boy’s shoulders and stepped backwards, hands up in surrender. “Just joking. You know me,” he grinned nervously. “Well, I won’t bother no more, have fun. Ah,” he jabbed upwards with his thumb, “A small present. Thank you, don’t mention it!” he disappeared from the arch that separated the kitchen and the dining room.
Weiyi sighed. “He’s all jumpy with Ken not here yet. I hope he arrives soon, he’ll be drinking himself drunk and sleep-groping next if he doesn’t.”
“He sleep-gropes?” Kieran glanced at the arch where the blonde man had disappeared through.
“Yes, quite an aggressive one too.”
Kieran looked at Weiyi in disbelief before he gave a small shout. “Hey, you’re bleeding!” He dashed over and disentangled the knife from Weiyi before taking a look at the injured hand. “Man… you do know you were using the sharp edge to tap your palm right?”
“Exactly.”
“You got four fingers cut just like that. Jeez… just leave the cooking to me. You’re really bad at it.”
Weiyi stuck his fingers out expectantly. “I can’t just give up.”
Kieran exhaled in defeat and he edged closer, taking Weiyi’s hand and bringing each finger to his lips. One by one, they slipped in between. Kieran’s face was red and flushed and his eyes were tightly shut as his tongue licked at them apprehensively.
“Look.” Weiyi murmured softly. His fingers slipped out as his other hand cupped Kieran’s chin gently and he leaned in closer. “Mistletoe. Wonder who left it up there.”
*~*~*~*~*
The fireplace threw warm dancing shadows on the thick carpet and black wall as the crackle of the wood slowly being consumed by the fire filled the living room. Caleb lay contentedly on the couch, his head on Ash’s lap. He was just slipping into a doze when Ash’s fingers brushed against his left cheek and traced the red scars. “Is this still not healing?”
Caleb yawned and snuggled closer. “It is. Just needs a little more time. If you gave them more TLC, that’d probably speed up recovery like a HP recovery potion.” He grinned wickedly.
Peter burst in, looking back to see he wasn’t followed by a hungry, gleaming knife. “I’ve got something for you!” He announced with a flourish. “Mistletoe! I’ll have it right here above the couch… and at this corner… and this corner… ooh, and near the fireplace!” He bustled about, fixing the sprigs.
Caleb opened one eye and drawled lazily, “We don’t need that. In fact you just destroyed a kissing moment.” Ash shrugged before leaning over -very flexibly, Peter thought- and covering Caleb’s head from sight.
Get a room, he grumbled under his breath. You guys are worse than the SM two back in the kitchen.
He trotted out and glanced at the Christmas tree. The presents were there, but not the ones he was waiting for. He dragged his feet through the various rooms, dangling sprigs of mistletoe at every nook and cranny and open space he could find. He glanced at the clock. 9.30 p.m. Peter was worried. His present was supposed to have arrived an hour ago.
He took out his cellphone and took a look. No missed calls. Where was he? Did he decide not to come? At all?! And leave him, Peter, the only one without anyone amidst these love-struck crazy birds?!
Nooo, he yelled silently. That’s a nightmare!!
Peter stepped off the staircase and looked at the last sprig of mistletoe. Well, I’ve got everywhere covered… save the front door. How could I forget the front door?
He strode into the hallway to the door and was about to fix the mistletoe when he thought he saw a shadow flitting past the window. His heart skipped a beat. I know this is in the middle of nowhere, in an old, old cottage but… ghosts? He gulped, gathered his courage and pulled the door open. Something fell through the door onto him and he almost yelled in fright, though he stopped mid-yell to sputter, “You!”
Ken, blue and stiff from the cold managed a smile that came out more of a grimace. His teeth chattered. “I d..id..n’t k.n…ow… lo..ng wa…l…k…”
Peter groaned. “Not you too! And in that blizzard!” One arm supported the frozen boy as he slammed the door shut with the other. “You’re frozen.”
“Mer…r..y… Chr…is…t…ma..s…”
“And you too. Hey look.” He held up the last sprig of mistletoe. “I know the perfect way to warm you up and it starts here, all the way…in…”
His voice faded as he kissed the boy on the mouth. “Merry Christmas.”
“Peter? What’s that sound? Is Ken here?” Kieran’s voice rang out from the kitchen. “Our eve’s dinner’s ready!”