Fic: All I Want for Christmas (1/4) | Mike Carden/Kevin Jonas | G
Title: All I Want for Christmas (1/4)
Fandom: Bandom (The Academy Is..., Jonas Brothers)
Pairing: Mike Carden/Kevin Jonas
Rating: G to PG
Wordcount: 538
Warnings: Pure fluff.
Summary: Kevin and Mike have a not-quite-perfect Christmas.
Notes: Written for Mundane Bingo "Completely socked in by snow", posted to count down to the sodamnskippy holiday fic exchange! <3 There are four ficlets, and I will be posting one per night. Happy Christmas, sodamnskippy!
"At least you hadn't already left Dallas," Kevin says, searching for the silver lining. Nick's voice is fading and distant, the weather already disrupting Kevin's cell reception.
"It looks like they've canceled everything in and out of the Midwest," Nick says, and Kevin has to smile even though the situation sucks, because he knows exactly how his little brother's face looks at that moment -- that pinched expression he gets when the universe refuses to bend to the iron will of Nick Jonas. "We'll be on the first flight out, but nobody can tell us when that'll be."
"It's fine," Kevin says, "Don't worry about it, okay? Go home and have a great Christmas, and we'll work something out when they re-open the airports."
"We'll call back as soon as we know anything," Nick says, then they're saying their goodbyes and the line goes dead.
Kevin puts his Blackberry down on the kitchen table and walks out to the living room where Mike is sprawled on the couch, wearing his nice jeans and a button-down that Bill had picked out because every time Mike went looking for something nice to wear for Christmas, he came back with more plaid shirts and bags of tees from the vintage resale place down the block.
"Still nothing?" Mike asks, sitting up a bit. The back of his hair is sort of smushed into the shape of the cushion. Kevin shakes his head as he sits down, tucking himself into Mike's side and pulling his socked feet up onto the couch. He snuggles even closer when Mike lets his arm fall around Kevin's shoulders.
"They've shut down all the airports," Kevin sighs. A Christmas Story is on the television, the volume turned way down. As far as Kevin can tell, it's been playing continuously since Thanksgiving. Outside, the usual view of Chicago is obscured by the thickly-falling snow, which sometimes can't decide whether it wants to fall vertically, or if it would prefer to try a new, horizontal direction. The weather report is still saying twelve to fifteen inches, and there's already at least six on the ground outside.
"I should call my parents," Mike says, but he makes no move to get up. Perversely, he settles back further into the cushions, pulling Kevin along until his head is pillowed on Mike's chest.
"We're probably not going to make it for dinner," Kevin fills in, and he can feel Mike look back over the arm of the sofa to the window, feel him laugh.
"Probably not," he agrees. His fingers skim over the soft material of Kevin's sweater, petting down Kevin's arm until his hand splays wide and warm across Kevin's belly. Silly as it is, it does make him feel better. The kiss Mike presses to his temple does even more.
"So we have to postpone," Mike shrugs, as much as he can without dislodging Kevin from his comfortable rest. "It doesn't matter. They'll love each other, whether they all meet on Christmas Day or not."
"Frankie won't love anyone if they postpone opening the presents, too," Kevin says after a beat, giggling and curling up on himself when Mike pinches his stomach.
Beyond the window, snow keeps piling up on the nearly-silent streets.
Fandom: Bandom (The Academy Is..., Jonas Brothers)
Pairing: Mike Carden/Kevin Jonas
Rating: G to PG
Wordcount: 538
Warnings: Pure fluff.
Summary: Kevin and Mike have a not-quite-perfect Christmas.
Notes: Written for Mundane Bingo "Completely socked in by snow", posted to count down to the sodamnskippy holiday fic exchange! <3 There are four ficlets, and I will be posting one per night. Happy Christmas, sodamnskippy!
"At least you hadn't already left Dallas," Kevin says, searching for the silver lining. Nick's voice is fading and distant, the weather already disrupting Kevin's cell reception.
"It looks like they've canceled everything in and out of the Midwest," Nick says, and Kevin has to smile even though the situation sucks, because he knows exactly how his little brother's face looks at that moment -- that pinched expression he gets when the universe refuses to bend to the iron will of Nick Jonas. "We'll be on the first flight out, but nobody can tell us when that'll be."
"It's fine," Kevin says, "Don't worry about it, okay? Go home and have a great Christmas, and we'll work something out when they re-open the airports."
"We'll call back as soon as we know anything," Nick says, then they're saying their goodbyes and the line goes dead.
Kevin puts his Blackberry down on the kitchen table and walks out to the living room where Mike is sprawled on the couch, wearing his nice jeans and a button-down that Bill had picked out because every time Mike went looking for something nice to wear for Christmas, he came back with more plaid shirts and bags of tees from the vintage resale place down the block.
"Still nothing?" Mike asks, sitting up a bit. The back of his hair is sort of smushed into the shape of the cushion. Kevin shakes his head as he sits down, tucking himself into Mike's side and pulling his socked feet up onto the couch. He snuggles even closer when Mike lets his arm fall around Kevin's shoulders.
"They've shut down all the airports," Kevin sighs. A Christmas Story is on the television, the volume turned way down. As far as Kevin can tell, it's been playing continuously since Thanksgiving. Outside, the usual view of Chicago is obscured by the thickly-falling snow, which sometimes can't decide whether it wants to fall vertically, or if it would prefer to try a new, horizontal direction. The weather report is still saying twelve to fifteen inches, and there's already at least six on the ground outside.
"I should call my parents," Mike says, but he makes no move to get up. Perversely, he settles back further into the cushions, pulling Kevin along until his head is pillowed on Mike's chest.
"We're probably not going to make it for dinner," Kevin fills in, and he can feel Mike look back over the arm of the sofa to the window, feel him laugh.
"Probably not," he agrees. His fingers skim over the soft material of Kevin's sweater, petting down Kevin's arm until his hand splays wide and warm across Kevin's belly. Silly as it is, it does make him feel better. The kiss Mike presses to his temple does even more.
"So we have to postpone," Mike shrugs, as much as he can without dislodging Kevin from his comfortable rest. "It doesn't matter. They'll love each other, whether they all meet on Christmas Day or not."
"Frankie won't love anyone if they postpone opening the presents, too," Kevin says after a beat, giggling and curling up on himself when Mike pinches his stomach.
Beyond the window, snow keeps piling up on the nearly-silent streets.