Jim didn’t realise quite how much truth was in his thoughts. He shook his head disapprovingly at his reflection, finding himself in the very same costume from earlier. “I hate you sometimes.”
Larry grinned and wrapped his arms around him from behind, resting his chin on Jim’s shoulder.
“No you don’t. You love me all the time. Now come on elf, we’ve got shopping to do.”
He stepped back and slapped Jim’s arse before dashing out of the room and leaping down the stairs, landing with an oof at the bottom and an exclamation that he wasn’t as old as Harrison Ford so therefore big jumps shouldn’t hurt that much.
Jim rolled his eyes and reached out a hand to help Larry up once he’d got to the bottom of the stairs. “You’ll have to perfect your method.” He laughed a little as he glanced at Larry’s attire again. “You look so stupid.”
Larry gave him a slight glare.
“Stupid? I’m Indiana Larry! How can you say this is stupid? Leather jackets are always cool and stylish and this hat will always be awesome. I’m an action hero. Action heroes aren’t stupid.”
“You’re a wannabe!” He giggled, “C’mon” He pulled Larry along the hallway by his belt. “we’ve got to get Christmas in order.” As he walked the bell attached to his hat jingled and he pulled a face. “For god’s sake! I’m a literal bell-end, Laz.”
“You’re a cute little elf.” Larry replied and flicked the bell.
“And you’re still an idiot.” Jim pulled open the front door and swore under his breath as the icicle’s drip caught his face.
“My hat protects me from drips like that. It’s not so stupid now, is it?” Larry wanted to mention the fact that his hat wouldn’t protect him from people that were drips, but figured that would just be more ammunition Jim could use against his attire.
“Get in the car.” he ordered.
Larry muttered and did as he was told, sliding into the driver’s seat.
“Indiana Larry isn’t a passenger. You can be the passenger my helpful little elf.”
“You like ordering me about, don’t you?”
“Indiana Larry does what he wants and answers to no-one. You are my helpful minion.”
“I’ll bite your knees if you don’t shut up. Just start the car. Please.” Jim begged, clicking the seat-belt into place. “You can boss me around later.”
“Bite my knees?” Larry let out a loud laugh before starting the car. “That’s a new one. Why my knees? They don’t help me talk. It would make more sense if you bit my lip, because then I’d have to stop... imagine if my knees could talk though. What a sight that would be. I wonder what they’d say? ‘Ow, don’t jump on me!’ ‘Walk properly you moron.’ Oh! And they’d also-” He trailed off at Jim’s expression. “...what?”
Jim just laughed. He stared at Larry with a ‘you’re a moron’ look that also could have resembled a ‘why do I hang out with you?’. He gestured towards the clock, insinuating that they should get going pretty soon or they’d be gathering an audience around the car. A dog walker stopped to glance over, a confused expression on his face that turned to a laugh.
“Tossers.” Jim was sure he’d heard him mutter as he continued down the road.
“To the shops!” Larry exclaimed and urged the car forwards, humming Indy’s theme tune to himself as they tore down the road.
Unprompted Jim/Larry - Christmas Shopping - Part 2/5
Larry grinned and wrapped his arms around him from behind, resting his chin on Jim’s shoulder.
“No you don’t. You love me all the time. Now come on elf, we’ve got shopping to do.”
He stepped back and slapped Jim’s arse before dashing out of the room and leaping down the stairs, landing with an oof at the bottom and an exclamation that he wasn’t as old as Harrison Ford so therefore big jumps shouldn’t hurt that much.
Jim rolled his eyes and reached out a hand to help Larry up once he’d got to the bottom of the stairs. “You’ll have to perfect your method.” He laughed a little as he glanced at Larry’s attire again. “You look so stupid.”
Larry gave him a slight glare.
“Stupid? I’m Indiana Larry! How can you say this is stupid? Leather jackets are always cool and stylish and this hat will always be awesome. I’m an action hero. Action heroes aren’t stupid.”
“You’re a wannabe!” He giggled, “C’mon” He pulled Larry along the hallway by his belt. “we’ve got to get Christmas in order.” As he walked the bell attached to his hat jingled and he pulled a face. “For god’s sake! I’m a literal bell-end, Laz.”
“You’re a cute little elf.” Larry replied and flicked the bell.
“And you’re still an idiot.” Jim pulled open the front door and swore under his breath as the icicle’s drip caught his face.
“My hat protects me from drips like that. It’s not so stupid now, is it?” Larry wanted to mention the fact that his hat wouldn’t protect him from people that were drips, but figured that would just be more ammunition Jim could use against his attire.
“Get in the car.” he ordered.
Larry muttered and did as he was told, sliding into the driver’s seat.
“Indiana Larry isn’t a passenger. You can be the passenger my helpful little elf.”
“You like ordering me about, don’t you?”
“Indiana Larry does what he wants and answers to no-one. You are my helpful minion.”
“I’ll bite your knees if you don’t shut up. Just start the car. Please.” Jim begged, clicking the seat-belt into place. “You can boss me around later.”
“Bite my knees?” Larry let out a loud laugh before starting the car. “That’s a new one. Why my knees? They don’t help me talk. It would make more sense if you bit my lip, because then I’d have to stop... imagine if my knees could talk though. What a sight that would be. I wonder what they’d say? ‘Ow, don’t jump on me!’ ‘Walk properly you moron.’ Oh! And they’d also-” He trailed off at Jim’s expression. “...what?”
Jim just laughed. He stared at Larry with a ‘you’re a moron’ look that also could have resembled a ‘why do I hang out with you?’. He gestured towards the clock, insinuating that they should get going pretty soon or they’d be gathering an audience around the car. A dog walker stopped to glance over, a confused expression on his face that turned to a laugh.
“Tossers.” Jim was sure he’d heard him mutter as he continued down the road.
“To the shops!” Larry exclaimed and urged the car forwards, humming Indy’s theme tune to himself as they tore down the road.