Someone wrote in [personal profile] hhanon 2011-12-21 11:49 am (UTC)

Still not feeling festive? - Jim, Larry, Ben and Mat. [RPF]

Larry frowned and threw his iPhone across the room. He paused for a moment with a fixed scowl on his face before squeaking, scrambling to get it.

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry…” He cradled it in his arms, rocking a little.

It vibrated slightly, notifying him of a new tweet.

I hear you, Larry, I hear you.

Good. He thought, smiling to himself. At least Ben agrees with me. Christmas is stressful. He huffed, putting the phone onto the coffee table and going out of the room to get himself a drink.

Larry flicked the switch on the kettle and absently pulled his favourite mug from the cupboard. He dropped a tea bag in and leaned against the kitchen side, waiting for the water to boil. He heard his phone buzz again for the other room and glanced at the kettle before going to check it.

Are you trying to make me eat that star again? Because I will, just to prove a point.

Larry snorted. That’d be a sight; Jim Howick stuffing his face with the glass star on top of his Christmas tree. He must really love Christmas if he’s willing to risk internal bleeding and the loss of his tongue after that. Maybe not, that tongue would be dearly missed… I’d better say something to settle the score.

That wouldn’t make me more festive; it would just make me miss Xmas dinner due to being at your bedside.

He smirked to himself and heard the kettle ping. “Oh!” He dashed out of the room and then made a mental note that tea wasn’t that exciting, certainly not exciting enough to be running for it. He also made note to give himself a smack on the wrist, after the tea of course.

Don’t make me get the mistletoe.

Larry laughed, seeing Jim’s response. By all means, I wouldn’t mind that... He thought, smiling as he tapped a response.

If you’re offering, mate. I’ll put on my best suit. It’s a date.

As a man true to his word, within half an hour Jim was at Larry’s door. He stood here with a raised eyebrow and a piece of mistletoe in his hand.

“If you’re still not feeling festive after this, I will eat my hat.” Jim shook his head slightly to make the bell jingle.

Larry beamed, “I’m afraid I couldn’t find my suit.”

“No worries.” And with that Jim leaned in and kissed Larry on the lips. The kiss lasted for a few more moments than it should have and then finally he pulled away, both of them smirking at the other.

“Oi!” Came the cry from across the road. The pair spun round to see Mat almost skipping across the road, carrying his own cutting of mistletoe.

“Am I too late for the snogging antics?”

“Of course not!” Jim beamed at him, giving him a smooch too once he’d reached them. Larry laughed and then grinned, seeing Ben emerge from his car not far down the road. Ben had a smug smile on his face that still somehow managed to look innocent.

“I saw something about mistletoe?” He looked at them all with innocent eyes, trying to hide his smirk.

“You’ll have to ask Jim and Mat if they mind you joining.” Said Larry with raised eyebrows.

“Guys?”

Jim and Mat stared at each other; telepathically deciding whether they’d let Ben join in their snog session with Larry.

“Hmm, well…”

“…I’m sure it’ll be-”

“-No trouble.”

The grinned at each other as Larry stepped out the way to let them all in.

“Luckily for you all, the kettle’s just boiled.”

“No need, Laz.” Ben said, holding up the beers he’d brought with him.

“Ah.” He smiled, “I should have known. Beers, mistletoe and my best friends…”

“…Alright, now I’m feeling festive.”

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