Fic: All I Want for Christmas (2/4) | Mike Carden/Kevin Jonas | G
Title: All I Want for Christmas (2/4)
Fandom: Bandom (The Academy Is..., Jonas Brothers)
Pairing: Mike Carden/Kevin Jonas
Rating: G
Wordcount: 542
Warnings: Pure fluff.
Summary: Kevin and Mike have a not-quite-perfect Christmas.
Notes: Written for Mundane Bingo "Fighting over the remote control", 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!
"I guess I just don't get it," Kevin sighs after two hours of you'll shoot your eye out, kid! and Mike laughing along, because he really doesn't.
"What's not to get?" Mike asks as the credits finish rolling and the opening credits begin again. Kevin is fairly sure that this will be the fifth time Mike's watched this movie in less than a week. It's as bad as the time Frankie refused to watch anything other than Finding Nemo for like, a whole month. "It's a classic."
"But what's the point? The kid--"
"Ralphie," Mike provides helpfully, but Kevin can tell he's smirking. He's smirking because he always smirks when Kevin starts talking with his hands.
"Ralphie, okay, he spends this whole movie wanting this BB gun, and then he gets it. And that's the whole story?" Kevin crosses his arms and leans back into Mike's ribs with the eternal posture of the slightly put-out.
"It's about childhood and shit, I don't know. It's a good movie!"
Kevin glowers, because that is not an argument, then reaches out and snatches the remote control off the edge of the ottoman where Mike's feet are resting.
"No. It's a boring movie, and Miracle on 34th Street is on in five minutes." He flicks over to the right channel, then tucks the remote away beneath his folded arms, where it will at least be slightly more difficult for Mike to steal it back. He underestimates Mike's sneakiness, however. It takes him all of two seconds to poke at that vulnerable spot on Kevin's ribs, the hideously ticklish one that's not at all protected by his relatively thin sweater.
The remote materializes in Mike's hands, and Kevin scowls and punches him in the thigh. "That was cheating," he declares, settling back into the gap between Mike and the sofa with a huff.
"All's fair in love and remote wars," Mike is totally smirking this time, Kevin knows it. And he's flicking back to that stupid movie again.
"Seriously?" Kevin asks, and Mike stills, because Kevin really actually doesn't want to watch it, and he knows the joking is pretty much gone from his voice. "You've seen this like, twelve times this week. Can we please just watch Miracle on 34th Street?"
Mike is quiet for a second, just breathing, and then the channel changes back over. It's one of those car commercials with the big red bow, like the husband or wife or whoever isn't gonna look out their windows on Christmas morning and notice it. Everybody looks out their windows on Christmas morning. Kevin is pretty sure there's a rule somewhere.
"Is it the old one or the remake?" Mike asks after an awkward second, and Kevin realizes that he's been holding himself kind of stiffly, even though he's ostensibly cuddling. Which is... maybe a little bit of an overreaction to a movie-choice dispute. He takes a deep breath and makes himself relax, then Mike is shifting them around a little and right there, that's perfect.
"The old one, I think. Black and white." The original is the best version, in Kevin's opinion. Mike nods into his curls, tossing the remote back onto the ottoman.
"Yeah, okay. But after this we're watching Elf."
Fandom: Bandom (The Academy Is..., Jonas Brothers)
Pairing: Mike Carden/Kevin Jonas
Rating: G
Wordcount: 542
Warnings: Pure fluff.
Summary: Kevin and Mike have a not-quite-perfect Christmas.
Notes: Written for Mundane Bingo "Fighting over the remote control", 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!
"I guess I just don't get it," Kevin sighs after two hours of you'll shoot your eye out, kid! and Mike laughing along, because he really doesn't.
"What's not to get?" Mike asks as the credits finish rolling and the opening credits begin again. Kevin is fairly sure that this will be the fifth time Mike's watched this movie in less than a week. It's as bad as the time Frankie refused to watch anything other than Finding Nemo for like, a whole month. "It's a classic."
"But what's the point? The kid--"
"Ralphie," Mike provides helpfully, but Kevin can tell he's smirking. He's smirking because he always smirks when Kevin starts talking with his hands.
"Ralphie, okay, he spends this whole movie wanting this BB gun, and then he gets it. And that's the whole story?" Kevin crosses his arms and leans back into Mike's ribs with the eternal posture of the slightly put-out.
"It's about childhood and shit, I don't know. It's a good movie!"
Kevin glowers, because that is not an argument, then reaches out and snatches the remote control off the edge of the ottoman where Mike's feet are resting.
"No. It's a boring movie, and Miracle on 34th Street is on in five minutes." He flicks over to the right channel, then tucks the remote away beneath his folded arms, where it will at least be slightly more difficult for Mike to steal it back. He underestimates Mike's sneakiness, however. It takes him all of two seconds to poke at that vulnerable spot on Kevin's ribs, the hideously ticklish one that's not at all protected by his relatively thin sweater.
The remote materializes in Mike's hands, and Kevin scowls and punches him in the thigh. "That was cheating," he declares, settling back into the gap between Mike and the sofa with a huff.
"All's fair in love and remote wars," Mike is totally smirking this time, Kevin knows it. And he's flicking back to that stupid movie again.
"Seriously?" Kevin asks, and Mike stills, because Kevin really actually doesn't want to watch it, and he knows the joking is pretty much gone from his voice. "You've seen this like, twelve times this week. Can we please just watch Miracle on 34th Street?"
Mike is quiet for a second, just breathing, and then the channel changes back over. It's one of those car commercials with the big red bow, like the husband or wife or whoever isn't gonna look out their windows on Christmas morning and notice it. Everybody looks out their windows on Christmas morning. Kevin is pretty sure there's a rule somewhere.
"Is it the old one or the remake?" Mike asks after an awkward second, and Kevin realizes that he's been holding himself kind of stiffly, even though he's ostensibly cuddling. Which is... maybe a little bit of an overreaction to a movie-choice dispute. He takes a deep breath and makes himself relax, then Mike is shifting them around a little and right there, that's perfect.
"The old one, I think. Black and white." The original is the best version, in Kevin's opinion. Mike nods into his curls, tossing the remote back onto the ottoman.
"Yeah, okay. But after this we're watching Elf."