Christmas Drabble: Winter (Ian Crocker/Eric Shanteau; PG-13; 1/1)
Title: Winter
Author: dorianslover
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Ian Crocker/Eric Shanteau
Song: "Silent Night"-- Sarah McLachlan
Disclaimer: Don't own the boys; none of this happened.The usual.
Summery: "It's just a case of the winter blues."
Silent night, holy night!
All is calm, all is bright.
Round yon Virgin, Mother and Child.
Holy infant so tender and mild,
Sleep in heavenly peace,
Sleep in heavenly peace.
~"Silent Night," Sarah McLachlan
Ian couldn’t help the chuckle in his throat as he watched Eric stand on his toes, trying to reach the top of the Christmas tree in his living room. He reached, pushing an angel dressed in blue onto the top. He strained. He grunted. The tip of his tongue was stuck out of the left corner of his mouth and he let out a satisfied noise as his fingers finally pushed the angel into her spot. He lowered himself to his heels again. Ian just laughed softly and shook his head. Eric had bought a six-foot tree for his living room, but he had forgotten that he himself was barely over six foot. Eric put his hands on his hips and looked over to Ian. “So, what do ya think?” he asked, looking back to the now fully decorated tree against the wall next to his entertainment center.
Ian nodded. “I like it. It’s very you,” he answered. Eric turned around and walked to couch. He turned again and collapsed in front of Ian. He threw one arm atop the edge of the cushion and his other up to the arm of the couch. Ian scooted forward and leaned down, wrapping his arms loosely around Eric’s broad chest. He certainly feels like a breaststroker, he thought to himself as he lowered his head to press a kiss to his short dirty blonde hair before resting his chin atop the crown of his head. His eyes were locked on the tree as he gently began to hum.
Eric reached up and held onto the arms in front of his chest. “What’s wrong?” he asked softly.
“Hmm?” Ian hummed against his hair. “What do you mean?”
“You always hum that song when you’re down. What’s the matter, baby?” Eric asked again, stroking his left wrist gently with his thumb.
Ian lowered his eyes and he readjusted his hold of Eric. He couldn’t help but remind himself that he shouldn’t be holding this man, but as he continued to stroke his wrist delicately like it would break, he decided that maybe he should be. “I don’t know, Eric. It’s just winter. It’s jut a case of the winter blues, that’s all.” He tipped his face forward and kissed his head again. “I’m OK. Really, I am.”
Eric stopped stroking his wrist and simply held onto his wrists. “Can I help?”
Ian just smiled gently and turned his cheek to Eric’s hair. “You already are,” he answered.
What came out of Eric’s mouth next floored Ian. “Well,” he began. “I can wrap ribbon around my waist and put a bow on my dick and call myself a present and let you unwrap me.”
It took Ian a heartbeat to register that Eric was not, in fact, serious. “I can’t believe you said that,” he laughed, turning his nose into his hair.
“But it made you laugh!” Eric countered, turning his face upwards to look at Ian. He was smiling broadly-the type of smile that could light up the darkest of nights; the type of night when the moon and stars are all covered with clouds and it seems like nothing could pierce such darkness. Nothing, that is, except that smile. The freckles on Eric’s nose and cheeks all fused to form a single light-brown spot that covered his high cheekbones. The corners of his eyes were crinkled in laugh lines that he was far too young to have. Ian pulled his head back and Eric craned his neck back fully so he could look up. The other swimmer leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to his lips. “Now didn’t it?” Eric challenged in a whisper.
“Of course it did,” Ian agreed with a slight nod of his head. “You always make me smile,” he added.
Eric softly hummed a response in his throat and he lifted up slightly to press another kiss to Ian’s mouth. He took hold of his wrists and his fingers spread to cover as much of his skin as he could. “How about this instead,” he offered. “How about I go and get one of the blankets from the bedroom and you and I lie on the couch and watch movies?”
“I like this plan far better,” Ian told him with a soft smile. Eric nodded and kisses him again. He began to pull forward slightly as he his head fell and Ian released his chest, leaning back against the couch again. He watched as Eric pushed himself to his feet then circled the side of the couch, walking behind it towards the hallway that led to his bedroom. After a moment of rustling around, he returned with a dark blue microfleece blanket thrown over one arm. Ian turned his head and laughed when Eric threw the blanket playfully at his face. “Hey!” he chuckled, catching the blanket. He unfolded the fabric and looked back up to Eric. “What are we watching?”
“I don’t know; what do you want to watch?” Eric inquired, cocking his head slightly as he asked the question. Ian just laughed at the puppy-like resemblance.
Eric’s couch was not meant to house two fully grown men lying on the cushions-not even on their sides. But somehow, they made it work. Ian lay with his back to the back of the couch, his left arm extended beneath Eric’s head. Though shorter, the other swimmer seemed to fit perfectly against him. The blanket was draped across them. All lights in the room and surrounding rooms had been killed, save the gentle glow of the white lights that had been deeply embedded in the tree against the wall and offered an eerie glow and the flicker of the TV. After some back and forth, they had settled on “Remember The Titans,” but Eric had drifted off to sleep not long after the movie had started. Ian draped his right arm over Eric’s side and he shifted wearily, taking his hand and entertaining their fingers together. Ian thought him awake, but the gentle rise and fall of his chest and the angle of his head told him that he was still deep in sleep. Maybe he had just dreamed about grabbing Ian’s hand, so he had actually done it. Ian reached with his trapped left hand for the remote and stopped the DVD, turning off the TV. Shadows danced across Eric’s normally bright features. Ian turned his face to observe them fully. He looked so different like this. In the darkness, he looked wicked and he looked innocent; how that was possibly, Ian didn’t know. But more than anything, Eric looked exhausted. Ian could remember that exhaustion well. From time to time, he still felt it, but he was sure that it was nothing like what this still young swimmer felt. He leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss to Eric’s temple and he shifted slightly in his sleep. Ian began to hum just as softly as he could and he slowly pulled his right hand from Eric. He ran a finger down the side of his face then along the curve of his jaw. Ian’s humming was hiccuped by gentle chuckling. Apparently, Eric had been too caught up to remember to shave. But it didn’t bother Ian. He just resumed stroking the side of his face, leaning down to kiss the curve of his ear as he breathily began to sing. “Sleep in heavenly peace; sleep in heavenly peace.” He turned his head so he could rest his chin on his shoulder and continued to hum gently.
Author: dorianslover
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Ian Crocker/Eric Shanteau
Song: "Silent Night"-- Sarah McLachlan
Disclaimer: Don't own the boys; none of this happened.The usual.
Summery: "It's just a case of the winter blues."
Silent night, holy night!
All is calm, all is bright.
Round yon Virgin, Mother and Child.
Holy infant so tender and mild,
Sleep in heavenly peace,
Sleep in heavenly peace.
~"Silent Night," Sarah McLachlan
Ian couldn’t help the chuckle in his throat as he watched Eric stand on his toes, trying to reach the top of the Christmas tree in his living room. He reached, pushing an angel dressed in blue onto the top. He strained. He grunted. The tip of his tongue was stuck out of the left corner of his mouth and he let out a satisfied noise as his fingers finally pushed the angel into her spot. He lowered himself to his heels again. Ian just laughed softly and shook his head. Eric had bought a six-foot tree for his living room, but he had forgotten that he himself was barely over six foot. Eric put his hands on his hips and looked over to Ian. “So, what do ya think?” he asked, looking back to the now fully decorated tree against the wall next to his entertainment center.
Ian nodded. “I like it. It’s very you,” he answered. Eric turned around and walked to couch. He turned again and collapsed in front of Ian. He threw one arm atop the edge of the cushion and his other up to the arm of the couch. Ian scooted forward and leaned down, wrapping his arms loosely around Eric’s broad chest. He certainly feels like a breaststroker, he thought to himself as he lowered his head to press a kiss to his short dirty blonde hair before resting his chin atop the crown of his head. His eyes were locked on the tree as he gently began to hum.
Eric reached up and held onto the arms in front of his chest. “What’s wrong?” he asked softly.
“Hmm?” Ian hummed against his hair. “What do you mean?”
“You always hum that song when you’re down. What’s the matter, baby?” Eric asked again, stroking his left wrist gently with his thumb.
Ian lowered his eyes and he readjusted his hold of Eric. He couldn’t help but remind himself that he shouldn’t be holding this man, but as he continued to stroke his wrist delicately like it would break, he decided that maybe he should be. “I don’t know, Eric. It’s just winter. It’s jut a case of the winter blues, that’s all.” He tipped his face forward and kissed his head again. “I’m OK. Really, I am.”
Eric stopped stroking his wrist and simply held onto his wrists. “Can I help?”
Ian just smiled gently and turned his cheek to Eric’s hair. “You already are,” he answered.
What came out of Eric’s mouth next floored Ian. “Well,” he began. “I can wrap ribbon around my waist and put a bow on my dick and call myself a present and let you unwrap me.”
It took Ian a heartbeat to register that Eric was not, in fact, serious. “I can’t believe you said that,” he laughed, turning his nose into his hair.
“But it made you laugh!” Eric countered, turning his face upwards to look at Ian. He was smiling broadly-the type of smile that could light up the darkest of nights; the type of night when the moon and stars are all covered with clouds and it seems like nothing could pierce such darkness. Nothing, that is, except that smile. The freckles on Eric’s nose and cheeks all fused to form a single light-brown spot that covered his high cheekbones. The corners of his eyes were crinkled in laugh lines that he was far too young to have. Ian pulled his head back and Eric craned his neck back fully so he could look up. The other swimmer leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to his lips. “Now didn’t it?” Eric challenged in a whisper.
“Of course it did,” Ian agreed with a slight nod of his head. “You always make me smile,” he added.
Eric softly hummed a response in his throat and he lifted up slightly to press another kiss to Ian’s mouth. He took hold of his wrists and his fingers spread to cover as much of his skin as he could. “How about this instead,” he offered. “How about I go and get one of the blankets from the bedroom and you and I lie on the couch and watch movies?”
“I like this plan far better,” Ian told him with a soft smile. Eric nodded and kisses him again. He began to pull forward slightly as he his head fell and Ian released his chest, leaning back against the couch again. He watched as Eric pushed himself to his feet then circled the side of the couch, walking behind it towards the hallway that led to his bedroom. After a moment of rustling around, he returned with a dark blue microfleece blanket thrown over one arm. Ian turned his head and laughed when Eric threw the blanket playfully at his face. “Hey!” he chuckled, catching the blanket. He unfolded the fabric and looked back up to Eric. “What are we watching?”
“I don’t know; what do you want to watch?” Eric inquired, cocking his head slightly as he asked the question. Ian just laughed at the puppy-like resemblance.
Eric’s couch was not meant to house two fully grown men lying on the cushions-not even on their sides. But somehow, they made it work. Ian lay with his back to the back of the couch, his left arm extended beneath Eric’s head. Though shorter, the other swimmer seemed to fit perfectly against him. The blanket was draped across them. All lights in the room and surrounding rooms had been killed, save the gentle glow of the white lights that had been deeply embedded in the tree against the wall and offered an eerie glow and the flicker of the TV. After some back and forth, they had settled on “Remember The Titans,” but Eric had drifted off to sleep not long after the movie had started. Ian draped his right arm over Eric’s side and he shifted wearily, taking his hand and entertaining their fingers together. Ian thought him awake, but the gentle rise and fall of his chest and the angle of his head told him that he was still deep in sleep. Maybe he had just dreamed about grabbing Ian’s hand, so he had actually done it. Ian reached with his trapped left hand for the remote and stopped the DVD, turning off the TV. Shadows danced across Eric’s normally bright features. Ian turned his face to observe them fully. He looked so different like this. In the darkness, he looked wicked and he looked innocent; how that was possibly, Ian didn’t know. But more than anything, Eric looked exhausted. Ian could remember that exhaustion well. From time to time, he still felt it, but he was sure that it was nothing like what this still young swimmer felt. He leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss to Eric’s temple and he shifted slightly in his sleep. Ian began to hum just as softly as he could and he slowly pulled his right hand from Eric. He ran a finger down the side of his face then along the curve of his jaw. Ian’s humming was hiccuped by gentle chuckling. Apparently, Eric had been too caught up to remember to shave. But it didn’t bother Ian. He just resumed stroking the side of his face, leaning down to kiss the curve of his ear as he breathily began to sing. “Sleep in heavenly peace; sleep in heavenly peace.” He turned his head so he could rest his chin on his shoulder and continued to hum gently.