Holiday

It was that time of the year again, surmised randy, already tasting the mint in the air as he got out of bed. A Christmas song was playing downstairs, muffled by the barely opened bedroom door. No person was supposed to be that loud at... He glanced at the alarm clock- at ten in the- okay, no person with an off day anyway should be that awake at ten something in the morning without overdosing on coffee at least. And several thousand grams of sugar. He slipped on a shirt and a pair of jogging pants before heading down stairs to hopefully shut his cheery lover up and haul them both back to bed.

He was met with a face full of silver tinsel at the door frame, he glared disdainfully at it before looking up at the frame where it was artfully and haphazardly (how christian managed organised chaos was beyond randy.) strung in waves interspersed with several supposedly holiday related flowers. He shook his head and tossed the limp string over his shoulder to purposefully walk towards the stairs- his wall was also tacked with decoration, several oddly shaped paper snowmen shared the hall with large snowflakes strung from the ceiling with nylon, smacking randy on the face. Again. Growling slightly as he flicked the irritating styrofoam cut outs away like flies, his hand landed on the rail, jerking back because it was fuzzy- glancing at the banister, green coils of... What was that, fake grass? Twined around the wood, small flashing lights mocking randy's growing irritation of feeling like being plopped into some kind of creepy Alice in wonderland-esque world.

The stairwell wasn't spared either. A carpet of what was made to mimic a blanket of snow covered the steps and was littered with sparkling blue and silver dust, and paper cut outs of snow flakes which crunched under his feet as he stepped on them, grinning satisfactorily as it crackled and crumpled. When he thankfully reached the living room, the stereo graced his presence with some sort of squeaked christmas song and randy had to blink to take in his house lit up like the Vegas strip. There were Christmas lights everywhere- webbed from the Walls to the sides and corners of the floors, swinging from the ceiling to poke at his head- randy ducked and carefully tread over several empty boxes of Christmas lights and headed for a chair to calm himself. Really, he should have taken Adam up on his word when the man told him that Christian just so happened to be nuts for christmas.

Unfortunately the chairs were armed with scissors and littered with tape, tacks, art materials and a box of cookies (aha!) who all rebelled against randy and tried to stab his ass when he tried to park it over them. He hissed a swear word and decided that mornings weren't supposed to be spent wandering around his own goddamn house which had apparently been invaded by Santa or his devilish elves or apparently one very excited Christmas-oriented, blonde Canadian. He stomped over to the stereo, shut it off and yelled for Christian.

A startled "huh?" and a blonde head popped up from underneath a cacophony of colourful paper and string- randy blinked with surprise.

"what are you doing..." randy muttered in awe as he went over and extricated his lover from several bits of crepe that had glued themselves to his skin, some nylon that apparently found his limbs perfect places to tangle with, a truckload of sparkling dust that had settled onto his hair and other bits and pieces of paper and twine and ink and glue that made him look like a five year old.

Christian yawned and helpfully brushed off the mess that had stuck to his sleep wear as randy fussed over him, "wh't time issit?" he rubbed an eye with a fist clutching a candy cane. Randy eased it away from him lest he stab himself or someone else by accident.

"it's ten, how long have you been up down here?" randy replied, taking in Christian's rumpled state, "you look like a mess." a very colourful hot mess. His brain kicked in helpfully. Okay focus, he was supposed to be irritated here. There was a reason he didn't like putting decorations up.

"I dunno... One? Two? I forgot-" he blinked distractedly at the dancing lights, "I lost count between that box of cookies and the chocolate."

"two? Christian, off days mean we sleep in remember? Not," randy gestured to his living room, "not pimp the living room"

"uh well you're not supposed to be awake yet..." Christian remarked, looking at randy as though he'd just realised the man was there. "...wanted to surprise you..."

Randy blinked, "surprise me?"

Christian beamed up at him, eyes sparkling from the multitudes of lights overhead, "it's our first Christmas together" he looked around the living room, "you don't like putting up stuff so I thought I'd surprise you..."

Randy's bafflement and his irritation evaporated and he couldn't help feeling somewhat touched by the gesture. If, you know, Christian's way of celebrating a first meant going overboard, it was rather endearing. "oh."

Christian grabbed randy's hand and tugged, "c'mon I haven't shown you the best part! Close your eyes-"

Randy obediently shut his eyes, still processing, too stunned to do anything else as Christian dragged him somewhere. It wasn't like he hated Christmas or despised putting up the cheery ornaments- it was just... It felt wrong to have such... happy items in such a cold household. Christians hand was warm in his own and he tightened his hold somewhat. They stopped. A warm palm cupped his cheek gently and he leaned against the touch. "...you can open your eyes now.."

He opened his eyes, looking directly into the blue ones before him, filled with such joy, Christian took a step back, and randy followed dazedly, watching him the entire time, even as the blonde gestured to the tree by his side, the radiance of the green seemed to be reflecting Christian's vibrance as he laughed and pointed out several ornaments and talked about them- randy didn't care- it wasn't the trees or the ornaments or the carols that made his Christmas- it was that man- that man putting on a silly red hat and grinning brightly as though it were the most wonderful thing in the world- and to randy, Christian was.

He stumbled forward, grasped the cotton shirt, "randy?" he pulled, felt the warm body fall against his own and he wrapped his arms around him, buried his nose between the neck and shoulder, holding tightly, cherishing that warmth that was only entirely Christian. Lithe arms wrapped around his middle, a surge of comfort flushed throughout his body, placating his very being. It was intoxicating, this feeling, he was drowning in it and it felt so good

"we can have it again." he murmured somewhat hoarsely into Christian's collar, unable to reign in his own emotions just yet

Christian leaned into the hold, feeling rather flustered, unsure what was happening, maybe he'd given randy an aneurysm? He wasn't really sure how much cheer the viper could withstand. "have what?"

"Christmas. Tomorrow, the day after, next month, Next year- as long as it's with you- we can have a hundred Christmases"

randy looked at wide blue eyes and kissed Christian's lips gently, "a hundred Christmases together."

"just you and me."

Christian closed his eyes, smiling into the kiss, a glistening tear fell from his eye and rolled down his cheek- a rough thumb brushed it gently away. "yeah... Just you and me." he mumbled against randy's lips, kissing back just as passionately.