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rispacooper) wrote2006-12-23 10:20 pm
rispacooper) wrote2006-12-23 10:20 pm
A little Christmas Ideas of Sin Prezzie!!!
For this to work, you have to imagine them in the suburbs...which is just possibly only for us crackheaded types to even attempt. haha
For Kittie, My Internet Boyfriend.
"Jaaaames." The low cry from upstairs couldn't be described as a whine, not exactly. Nonetheless James sighed as he taped the purple Santa wrapping paper closed around Ben's Wii, waiting a moment before answering.
"Yes?" He called up without turning, wondering if Rene had something else derogatory to say about Christmas. Since James had brought in the tree two days ago it had been nothing but sneers in James' general direction and outright glares at every present underneath that tree--or at least, every present that did not have Rene's name on it.
Whatever Rene had complained about when James had made him wait in line with him outside Best Buy, he had bought just as many of those gifts for Ben under that tree, spoiling him or not.
"There is no point to this holiday," Rene had sniffed into the thick wool scarf Mirena had given him last year and which he claimed to hate. Half of his face had buried in it, but his words had been clear enough. "It is just a way for corporations to make money. You are a corporate bitch, James."
That last one had made the soccer mom behind him in line gasp but James had turned away before she could scowl at him, just smiling patiently and leaning over to whisper through the thick wool that he wasn't the only bitch standing in that line.
At least it had made Rene laugh, something hard enough to do around Christmas, when for whatever reason, Rene felt the need to pick on every Fitzroy family tradition.
"James..." Rene was still yelling down the stairs, so James signed his name on the tag and stood up. "James I need you to come and fill my sock."
That one made him pause. "Sock?" he repeated carefully, heading toward the stairs.
"Yes. Sock." The defiance in Rene's voice meant Rene was no longer as certain of his word choice, and James smiled again.
"Stocking?" he corrected as he moved, knowing Rene would be frowning at that.
"Oui." Rene was definitely testy now. It was a wonder he was even openly in the spirit enough to be concerned with stockings. Usually he was protesting right up until Christmas morning, and then James would come downstairs to magically overflowing stockings and coffee just the way he liked it. Rene didn't even drink coffee, but if James tried to say something, Rene would call him an idiot and go sit by the fire instead of next to him on the couch.
"And then..." Rene paused but James could hear him whispering to himself as he got closer to the upstairs landing. "You must unwrap your present."
Seeing as it was a few days until Christmas, James had a frown of his own as he reached the top step, hearing what could only be softly playing carols from their bedroom radio.
"Rene have you been into the wine without telling me?" he questioned quietly, stepping carefully down the hall and then stopping dead in the doorway to their room.
"Sweet Jesus," his exclamation was a little louder than it should have been, but Ben wasn't home and he couldn't have controlled himself anyway.
Rene was glaring at him from amidst a sea of gingerbread-scented candles, wearing what some might have called an elf costume--if elves wore bright pink cheerleading mini-skirts covered in rhinestones and trimmed in white maribou.
He blinked, then blinked again when Rene shifted and the skirt was revealed to be about half an inch from indecent. His gaze wandered down over the thigh-high white trouser socks and fluffy heeled slippers and then back up, pausing at the exposed midriff and then moving on to the tight pink top and matching maribou trimmed pointy hat.
He thought perhaps he was smiling, and didn't bother to wipe the grin from his face, just standing and staring.
"Did you go to Victoria's Secret?" he whispered breathlessly, not moving from the doorway.
Rene's glare intensified and then he was turning away, stalking over the bed.
"You wish me to get in the spirit of your Christmas, and then you mock when I do..." he started to rant just as James caught a glimpse of his backside--and the perfect ass only just covered by silky pink fabric emblazoned with the words, "Santa Baby".
"Rene..." James tried to say, and had to clear his throat. Rene stopped to look at him over his shoulder, and James' mouth went dry. "Rene..." he started again, stepping into the room and absently kicking the door closed behind him, "Merry Christmas."
Merry Christmas!!!!!!!!!!
For Kittie, My Internet Boyfriend.
"Jaaaames." The low cry from upstairs couldn't be described as a whine, not exactly. Nonetheless James sighed as he taped the purple Santa wrapping paper closed around Ben's Wii, waiting a moment before answering.
"Yes?" He called up without turning, wondering if Rene had something else derogatory to say about Christmas. Since James had brought in the tree two days ago it had been nothing but sneers in James' general direction and outright glares at every present underneath that tree--or at least, every present that did not have Rene's name on it.
Whatever Rene had complained about when James had made him wait in line with him outside Best Buy, he had bought just as many of those gifts for Ben under that tree, spoiling him or not.
"There is no point to this holiday," Rene had sniffed into the thick wool scarf Mirena had given him last year and which he claimed to hate. Half of his face had buried in it, but his words had been clear enough. "It is just a way for corporations to make money. You are a corporate bitch, James."
That last one had made the soccer mom behind him in line gasp but James had turned away before she could scowl at him, just smiling patiently and leaning over to whisper through the thick wool that he wasn't the only bitch standing in that line.
At least it had made Rene laugh, something hard enough to do around Christmas, when for whatever reason, Rene felt the need to pick on every Fitzroy family tradition.
"James..." Rene was still yelling down the stairs, so James signed his name on the tag and stood up. "James I need you to come and fill my sock."
That one made him pause. "Sock?" he repeated carefully, heading toward the stairs.
"Yes. Sock." The defiance in Rene's voice meant Rene was no longer as certain of his word choice, and James smiled again.
"Stocking?" he corrected as he moved, knowing Rene would be frowning at that.
"Oui." Rene was definitely testy now. It was a wonder he was even openly in the spirit enough to be concerned with stockings. Usually he was protesting right up until Christmas morning, and then James would come downstairs to magically overflowing stockings and coffee just the way he liked it. Rene didn't even drink coffee, but if James tried to say something, Rene would call him an idiot and go sit by the fire instead of next to him on the couch.
"And then..." Rene paused but James could hear him whispering to himself as he got closer to the upstairs landing. "You must unwrap your present."
Seeing as it was a few days until Christmas, James had a frown of his own as he reached the top step, hearing what could only be softly playing carols from their bedroom radio.
"Rene have you been into the wine without telling me?" he questioned quietly, stepping carefully down the hall and then stopping dead in the doorway to their room.
"Sweet Jesus," his exclamation was a little louder than it should have been, but Ben wasn't home and he couldn't have controlled himself anyway.
Rene was glaring at him from amidst a sea of gingerbread-scented candles, wearing what some might have called an elf costume--if elves wore bright pink cheerleading mini-skirts covered in rhinestones and trimmed in white maribou.
He blinked, then blinked again when Rene shifted and the skirt was revealed to be about half an inch from indecent. His gaze wandered down over the thigh-high white trouser socks and fluffy heeled slippers and then back up, pausing at the exposed midriff and then moving on to the tight pink top and matching maribou trimmed pointy hat.
He thought perhaps he was smiling, and didn't bother to wipe the grin from his face, just standing and staring.
"Did you go to Victoria's Secret?" he whispered breathlessly, not moving from the doorway.
Rene's glare intensified and then he was turning away, stalking over the bed.
"You wish me to get in the spirit of your Christmas, and then you mock when I do..." he started to rant just as James caught a glimpse of his backside--and the perfect ass only just covered by silky pink fabric emblazoned with the words, "Santa Baby".
"Rene..." James tried to say, and had to clear his throat. Rene stopped to look at him over his shoulder, and James' mouth went dry. "Rene..." he started again, stepping into the room and absently kicking the door closed behind him, "Merry Christmas."
Merry Christmas!!!!!!!!!!