All I want for Christmas ... is you ("Christmas wish" ficlet)
Title: All I want for Christmas ... is you
Pairing(s): Shannon/Tomo
Rating: PG-13
Warning(s): Slash, language, fluff
Word Count: 1,850
Beta: the lovely lizz_88
A/N: Written as a “Christmas Wish” on itsyour_reality , for seasidh Merry belated Christmas.
Shannon was nervous, no, he was hella fucking nervous. The constant wiping of his palms against his thighs had actually made the denim discolored and damp. He knew he was just being silly. He knew he was making a big deal out of basically nothing, and he also knew that if that nothing was rejected, he’d be fucking devastated.
He wasn’t entirely sure when the idea had come to him, not that it was a far-stretch or something that had come totally out of nowhere, but it had just suddenly appeared in his head, and he couldn’t shake it away no matter how hard he tried. It wasn’t something he’d ever wanted to do for anyone before either, wasn’t something he talked about or dreamed about or even thought about at all, really. Well, maybe once and a while when he lay alone in his room, staring at the ceiling, wishing there was a warm body beside him to hold; Tomo’s warm body.
He’s talked to Jared about it, his brother deeming it the stupidest and most unnecessary idea ever, so Shannon had let it drop for a while. He’d decided maybe Jared was right, maybe changing things up wasn’t a good idea, maybe trying to make things that were already good, better, was just plain unnecessary like his brother had said. Jared had been through more relationships than Shannon anyhow, not ones that had lasted, but more nonetheless. Jared also seemed like he was in a good mood, his head in a good place since he and Tim had gotten together, so the jealousy aspect of Shannon having someone, didn’t seem to factor into his advice.
Hearing a car door shut in front of the house, Shannon took a deep breath and tried to psych himself up a little for what he planned on doing. He could still bail and give Tomo the other Christmas presents that he had stored under the tree, could just forget all about the thing he really wanted for Christmas, the thing he really wanted to give Tomo.
He heard the doorbell ring just as he reached for the handle and whipped it open to a somewhat surprised, wind-blown guitarist. The man’s arms were weighed down with a stack of brightly wrapped gifts, the smile on his face as wide and bright as the sun.
“Merry Christmas!” he bellowed in his best Santa voice. “You gonna let me in or should I drop these right here?”
Shannon quickly stepped aside, watching as the taller man slid past him, expertly toed off his sneakers, and headed for the living room. Tomo carefully placed the abundance of gifts under the tree, spreading them out so they were evenly spaced beneath the already-sagging branches.
“You don’t really have to put them under there, you know. Christmas is over. We’re just gonna open them anyhow,” Shannon said distractedly, his eyes straying everywhere but to Tomo’s concerned face.
“Something the matter, Shan?” Tomo asked, sliding his coat from his shoulders and dropping it unceremoniously onto the sofa. “Jared here?”
“Naw, he went to Aspen for his birthday.”
“Tim, too?”
“Yep, like two little annoying peas in a pod.”
“Halle-fucking-lujah! So we have the whole house to ourselves then?” Tomo’s face was brighter than the lights on the tree as he shimmied his way to Shannon, the drummer immediately taking a step backwards ... right into the wall. “So what do ya wanna do first? Fuck me over the couch? Open presents? Fuck me in the kitchen? Open presents?”
The sudden movement of Tomo’s hands grabbing Shannon’s wrists and holding them over his head, caught Shannon by surprise, the guitarist’s lips pressing against Shannon’s mouth, forcing his head back.
“Tomo!” Shannon squawked, struggling to free himself from the body crushing him against the wall. “Would you fucking stop!”
Tomo let go of Shannon, his hands held palms forward in front of him in a show of total surrender. “What’s your fucking problem today?”
“Nothing ... I’m sorry ...”
“You sounded a little freaky on the phone earlier, too. What’s going on Shan? You and Jared get into a fight again? Something happen at your mom’s yesterday? You mad at me for some reason?”
Shannon felt guilty as hell. He hadn’t meant to turn their already-late Christmas together into a drama queen event of massive proportions, but if the look on Tomo’s face was any indication, that’s exactly what he’d done. Fuck, he had to make his decision really goddamn quick.
“Um ... I brought over gifts for Jared, your mom and Emma, since I didn’t get my act together quick enough ...”
“As usual,” Shannon managed to smile.
Tomo smiled back. “Yeah, as usual. Looks like I’ve got some loot here, too. Christmas rocks!”
“What do you want for Christmas, Tome?”
“What?” Tomo tilted his head in confusion, his chocolate eyes searching Shannon’s hazel ones as he sat down on the arm of the couch.
“If you could ask for one thing, something really important to you, what would it be?”
Shannon knew he was playing a really juvenile guessing game, and he also knew that Tomo was not likely going to give him the answer he wanted to hear, so why was he asking? Was he just a glutton for punishment or were Jared’s words still floating around in his head, leaving him with unrelenting doubts and feelings of stupidity for even considering doing what he really wanted to do?
“Hmmm ... um ... a new bike would be fucking awesome ... a 2010 Ducati Multistrada 1200.”
Tomo’s crooked grin did nothing but make Shannon feel even worse, and even more unsure of what he wanted to do. He watched as Tomo stroked his chin and squinted his eyes in a show of dramatic concentration. “ Yeah, that would be fucking awesome, but I don’t think it would fit under your tree.”
“Yeah, whatever,” Shannon seethed, suddenly angry and disappointed in Tomo’s answer. Finally moving himself away from the wall he’d been leaning on, he crossed in front of Tomo, heading to the chair at the other end of the room. His progress was suddenly stopped as Tomo grabbed his hand and pulled him into his body.
“Tell me what the fuck’s going on.” Tomo’s voice was low and edgy, and Shannon could tell from experience that his good-natured lover was heading towards a place that he very rarely went, a place of anger. “Do you want me to go home?”
“That’s the last thing I want!” Shannon said, shaking himself from Tomo’s grasp.
“I don’t get what’s going on, Shan.” Tomo shook his head, rising from the couch and picking up his coat. “But maybe we should talk about this later when you’re in a better mood. Merry Christmas. Call me when you actually feel like talking.”
“Don’t ... go,” Shannon managed to squeak out, one hand reaching out to grab Tomo’s arm before he slipped it into his coat. “I’m sorry. I don’t mean to be ... an asshole.”
“Well, that’s exactly what you’re being.”
“I know.”
“How long have we been together, Shan?”
“Just over two years, give or take a few months.”
“And how often have you not been able to tell me if you’ve got a problem with me?”
Shannon shrugged, not quite understanding Tomo’s line of questioning. “Never.”
“Then why can’t you tell me now?” Tomo shoved his coat back onto the chair. “Are you fucking breaking up with me?”
Shannon’s jaw dropped open. How the fuck had it come to this? “No! Why would you think that?”
“Because you love Christmas, and you’re acting like I’m the last person you want to celebrate it with.”
That was enough. Shannon grabbed Tomo to him, winding his arms around his neck and bringing him close. He let out the breath he’d been holding when he finally felt Tomo’s arms encircle his waist, and his head tuck into Shannon’s neck. “I’m just a dumbass motherfucker who doesn’t deserve you,” he whispered against Tomo’s soft hair.
“Damn right,” Tomo mumbled back, kissing the side of Shannon’s neck then pulling away. “Wanna share now?”
Shannon looked up into the dark questioning eyes, Tomo’s love for him so clearly defined in them that Shannon had to suck in his breath. “Come to my room.”
“But I thought ... we were gonna talk about why you’re so bitchy.”
“We are. I just need you to trust me, okay?”
“Always have.”
Shannon entwined his fingers with Tomo’s and led him up the stairs to his room where cardboard boxes appeared to be covering every surface.
“Are you moving?” Tomo asked, his nose wrinkling up in confusion. “Had you planned on telling me?”
After leading Tomo across the room and sitting them both down on the bed, Shannon shrugged, again. “I thought you might figure it out when I showed up on your doorstep.”
Tomo turned his head to face Shannon, the look of confusion returning and moving to his entire face this time. “What? Fuck, man, you’re starting to talk in riddles like Jared, and that is so not a good thing.”
“My Christmas present to you this year is ... me.” Shannon dipped his head, suddenly feeling an embarrassment that he didn’t think he’d ever felt with Tomo before, at least not since their first time together.
“I thought you were already mine?” Tomo teased.
“You still don’t get it? Look around, Tome. Take a good look around.”
Tomo moved his eyes from Shannon’s to the boxes and bags that surrounded him, his mouth suddenly falling open in utter, complete shock. “No fucking way!”
“Fuck, I feel like I’m proposing to you or something,” Shannon muttered, head dipped to his chest, clammy hands clenched together in his lap. “You’ve been asking me to move in with you for a while, right? Please tell me I didn’t get that part wrong.”
Tomo moved fast, pushing Shannon to his back on the bed, his thighs straddling the drummer’s hips, lips slow and lingering against Shannon’s mouth. The kiss was just what Shannon needed to calm his shrieking nerves, Tomo’s lips soft, reassuring and passionate on his own.
With one final suck to Shannon’s tongue, Tomo raised his head and rubbed his nose to Shannon’s. “How could you get it wrong when I ask you almost everyday?”
“It’s okay then?” Shannon knew it was. He didn’t think he’d ever been more sure of anything as he looked into Tomo’s eyes and saw his own happiness reflected in the dark pools. “You know you’re gonna have to clean up your shit hole so I can move my stuff in.”
Tomo grinned happily, his body sinking slowly down onto Shannon’s. “Naw, that’ll take too long. I’ll just throw it all away. Don’t need nothing but you there anyhow.”
“That’s the corniest thing I’ve ever heard,” Shannon grinned back.
“‘Tis the season.”
Pairing(s): Shannon/Tomo
Rating: PG-13
Warning(s): Slash, language, fluff
Word Count: 1,850
Beta: the lovely lizz_88
A/N: Written as a “Christmas Wish” on itsyour_reality , for seasidh Merry belated Christmas.
Shannon was nervous, no, he was hella fucking nervous. The constant wiping of his palms against his thighs had actually made the denim discolored and damp. He knew he was just being silly. He knew he was making a big deal out of basically nothing, and he also knew that if that nothing was rejected, he’d be fucking devastated.
He wasn’t entirely sure when the idea had come to him, not that it was a far-stretch or something that had come totally out of nowhere, but it had just suddenly appeared in his head, and he couldn’t shake it away no matter how hard he tried. It wasn’t something he’d ever wanted to do for anyone before either, wasn’t something he talked about or dreamed about or even thought about at all, really. Well, maybe once and a while when he lay alone in his room, staring at the ceiling, wishing there was a warm body beside him to hold; Tomo’s warm body.
He’s talked to Jared about it, his brother deeming it the stupidest and most unnecessary idea ever, so Shannon had let it drop for a while. He’d decided maybe Jared was right, maybe changing things up wasn’t a good idea, maybe trying to make things that were already good, better, was just plain unnecessary like his brother had said. Jared had been through more relationships than Shannon anyhow, not ones that had lasted, but more nonetheless. Jared also seemed like he was in a good mood, his head in a good place since he and Tim had gotten together, so the jealousy aspect of Shannon having someone, didn’t seem to factor into his advice.
Hearing a car door shut in front of the house, Shannon took a deep breath and tried to psych himself up a little for what he planned on doing. He could still bail and give Tomo the other Christmas presents that he had stored under the tree, could just forget all about the thing he really wanted for Christmas, the thing he really wanted to give Tomo.
He heard the doorbell ring just as he reached for the handle and whipped it open to a somewhat surprised, wind-blown guitarist. The man’s arms were weighed down with a stack of brightly wrapped gifts, the smile on his face as wide and bright as the sun.
“Merry Christmas!” he bellowed in his best Santa voice. “You gonna let me in or should I drop these right here?”
Shannon quickly stepped aside, watching as the taller man slid past him, expertly toed off his sneakers, and headed for the living room. Tomo carefully placed the abundance of gifts under the tree, spreading them out so they were evenly spaced beneath the already-sagging branches.
“You don’t really have to put them under there, you know. Christmas is over. We’re just gonna open them anyhow,” Shannon said distractedly, his eyes straying everywhere but to Tomo’s concerned face.
“Something the matter, Shan?” Tomo asked, sliding his coat from his shoulders and dropping it unceremoniously onto the sofa. “Jared here?”
“Naw, he went to Aspen for his birthday.”
“Tim, too?”
“Yep, like two little annoying peas in a pod.”
“Halle-fucking-lujah! So we have the whole house to ourselves then?” Tomo’s face was brighter than the lights on the tree as he shimmied his way to Shannon, the drummer immediately taking a step backwards ... right into the wall. “So what do ya wanna do first? Fuck me over the couch? Open presents? Fuck me in the kitchen? Open presents?”
The sudden movement of Tomo’s hands grabbing Shannon’s wrists and holding them over his head, caught Shannon by surprise, the guitarist’s lips pressing against Shannon’s mouth, forcing his head back.
“Tomo!” Shannon squawked, struggling to free himself from the body crushing him against the wall. “Would you fucking stop!”
Tomo let go of Shannon, his hands held palms forward in front of him in a show of total surrender. “What’s your fucking problem today?”
“Nothing ... I’m sorry ...”
“You sounded a little freaky on the phone earlier, too. What’s going on Shan? You and Jared get into a fight again? Something happen at your mom’s yesterday? You mad at me for some reason?”
Shannon felt guilty as hell. He hadn’t meant to turn their already-late Christmas together into a drama queen event of massive proportions, but if the look on Tomo’s face was any indication, that’s exactly what he’d done. Fuck, he had to make his decision really goddamn quick.
“Um ... I brought over gifts for Jared, your mom and Emma, since I didn’t get my act together quick enough ...”
“As usual,” Shannon managed to smile.
Tomo smiled back. “Yeah, as usual. Looks like I’ve got some loot here, too. Christmas rocks!”
“What do you want for Christmas, Tome?”
“What?” Tomo tilted his head in confusion, his chocolate eyes searching Shannon’s hazel ones as he sat down on the arm of the couch.
“If you could ask for one thing, something really important to you, what would it be?”
Shannon knew he was playing a really juvenile guessing game, and he also knew that Tomo was not likely going to give him the answer he wanted to hear, so why was he asking? Was he just a glutton for punishment or were Jared’s words still floating around in his head, leaving him with unrelenting doubts and feelings of stupidity for even considering doing what he really wanted to do?
“Hmmm ... um ... a new bike would be fucking awesome ... a 2010 Ducati Multistrada 1200.”
Tomo’s crooked grin did nothing but make Shannon feel even worse, and even more unsure of what he wanted to do. He watched as Tomo stroked his chin and squinted his eyes in a show of dramatic concentration. “ Yeah, that would be fucking awesome, but I don’t think it would fit under your tree.”
“Yeah, whatever,” Shannon seethed, suddenly angry and disappointed in Tomo’s answer. Finally moving himself away from the wall he’d been leaning on, he crossed in front of Tomo, heading to the chair at the other end of the room. His progress was suddenly stopped as Tomo grabbed his hand and pulled him into his body.
“Tell me what the fuck’s going on.” Tomo’s voice was low and edgy, and Shannon could tell from experience that his good-natured lover was heading towards a place that he very rarely went, a place of anger. “Do you want me to go home?”
“That’s the last thing I want!” Shannon said, shaking himself from Tomo’s grasp.
“I don’t get what’s going on, Shan.” Tomo shook his head, rising from the couch and picking up his coat. “But maybe we should talk about this later when you’re in a better mood. Merry Christmas. Call me when you actually feel like talking.”
“Don’t ... go,” Shannon managed to squeak out, one hand reaching out to grab Tomo’s arm before he slipped it into his coat. “I’m sorry. I don’t mean to be ... an asshole.”
“Well, that’s exactly what you’re being.”
“I know.”
“How long have we been together, Shan?”
“Just over two years, give or take a few months.”
“And how often have you not been able to tell me if you’ve got a problem with me?”
Shannon shrugged, not quite understanding Tomo’s line of questioning. “Never.”
“Then why can’t you tell me now?” Tomo shoved his coat back onto the chair. “Are you fucking breaking up with me?”
Shannon’s jaw dropped open. How the fuck had it come to this? “No! Why would you think that?”
“Because you love Christmas, and you’re acting like I’m the last person you want to celebrate it with.”
That was enough. Shannon grabbed Tomo to him, winding his arms around his neck and bringing him close. He let out the breath he’d been holding when he finally felt Tomo’s arms encircle his waist, and his head tuck into Shannon’s neck. “I’m just a dumbass motherfucker who doesn’t deserve you,” he whispered against Tomo’s soft hair.
“Damn right,” Tomo mumbled back, kissing the side of Shannon’s neck then pulling away. “Wanna share now?”
Shannon looked up into the dark questioning eyes, Tomo’s love for him so clearly defined in them that Shannon had to suck in his breath. “Come to my room.”
“But I thought ... we were gonna talk about why you’re so bitchy.”
“We are. I just need you to trust me, okay?”
“Always have.”
Shannon entwined his fingers with Tomo’s and led him up the stairs to his room where cardboard boxes appeared to be covering every surface.
“Are you moving?” Tomo asked, his nose wrinkling up in confusion. “Had you planned on telling me?”
After leading Tomo across the room and sitting them both down on the bed, Shannon shrugged, again. “I thought you might figure it out when I showed up on your doorstep.”
Tomo turned his head to face Shannon, the look of confusion returning and moving to his entire face this time. “What? Fuck, man, you’re starting to talk in riddles like Jared, and that is so not a good thing.”
“My Christmas present to you this year is ... me.” Shannon dipped his head, suddenly feeling an embarrassment that he didn’t think he’d ever felt with Tomo before, at least not since their first time together.
“I thought you were already mine?” Tomo teased.
“You still don’t get it? Look around, Tome. Take a good look around.”
Tomo moved his eyes from Shannon’s to the boxes and bags that surrounded him, his mouth suddenly falling open in utter, complete shock. “No fucking way!”
“Fuck, I feel like I’m proposing to you or something,” Shannon muttered, head dipped to his chest, clammy hands clenched together in his lap. “You’ve been asking me to move in with you for a while, right? Please tell me I didn’t get that part wrong.”
Tomo moved fast, pushing Shannon to his back on the bed, his thighs straddling the drummer’s hips, lips slow and lingering against Shannon’s mouth. The kiss was just what Shannon needed to calm his shrieking nerves, Tomo’s lips soft, reassuring and passionate on his own.
With one final suck to Shannon’s tongue, Tomo raised his head and rubbed his nose to Shannon’s. “How could you get it wrong when I ask you almost everyday?”
“It’s okay then?” Shannon knew it was. He didn’t think he’d ever been more sure of anything as he looked into Tomo’s eyes and saw his own happiness reflected in the dark pools. “You know you’re gonna have to clean up your shit hole so I can move my stuff in.”
Tomo grinned happily, his body sinking slowly down onto Shannon’s. “Naw, that’ll take too long. I’ll just throw it all away. Don’t need nothing but you there anyhow.”
“That’s the corniest thing I’ve ever heard,” Shannon grinned back.
“‘Tis the season.”