Christmas Drabble: This Christmas Day (Peirsol/Shanteau; 1/1; PG-13)
Title: This Christmas Day
Author: dorianslover
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: ES/AP
Song: "This Christmas Day"-- Trans-Siberian Orchestra
Disclaimer: Don't own the boys, none of this happened, the usual.
Summery: Eric wasn't invited to Duel In The Pool, while lover Aaron was.
A/N: So I'm doing a series of Christmas-themed drabbles with many different pairings using different Christmas songs. I hope you all enjoy them and have a great holiday season! :D
So, tell me Christmas
Are we wise
To believe in things we never see
Are prayers just wishes in disguise
And are these wishes being granted me
For now I see
The answering
To every prayer I've prayed
He's coming home this
Christmas Day
So tell me Christmas
Are we kind
More this day than any other day
Or is it only in our mind
And must it leave when you have gone away
It's different now
It's changed somehow
And now you're here to stay
He's coming home this
Christmas Day
All at once the world
It doesn't seem the same
And in a single night
You know it all has changed
And everything is now as it should be
I have the ornament
I have the perfect tree
I have a string of lights
I have a chance to see
Everything that my heart thought could be
For of all the dreams
You were the first I knew
And every other one
Was a charade of you
You stayed close when I was far away
In the darkest night
You always were the star
You always took us in
No matter who we are
And so he's coming home this
Christmas Day
~"This Christmas Day," Trans-Siberian Orchestra
Eric sighed softly as he began to take all the ornaments off the tree in his living room. Normally, he loved the holiday season; this year, he hated it with a burning passion. He took one ornament down and ran his fingers over the carved glass that read "Our First Christmas." So much for that, he thought bitterly as he picked up the box and put the ornament inside. He had spent most of the time alone. He wasn't mad at Aaron; he was the world's best backstroker. How could he be mad for him meriting an invitation to The Duel? It would have been stupid for USA swimming to not have taken him.
Still, he had wanted more to hold this Christmas than a cell phone and more to touch than his flatscreen TV. He was angry that he hadn't been good enough to go to Europe with Aaron. It may not have been Christmas in Austin, but at least it would have been Christmas together. Eric looked up at the half-bare tree. He just wished that Aaron could have been around to see this. He pushed himself to his feet and began to pluck gold and silver balls from higher branches. He chuckled softly. Those had so been Aaron's idea. He thought the irony was too priceless to pass up. One gold would hang right next to a silver, all but touching it. Eric had sat in the corner, shaking his head and laughing as he turned a bright crimson while Aaron had hung them up.
The lights on the tree were white and buried deep in the branches. They let off an eerie glow when lit--especially at night. Before he had left, beneath the gentle glow, Aaron had made love to Eric on the floor, telling him that he alone was the best gift he could ever have been given. Eric had cried--truly cried. He hadn't done that since his diagnosis. Afterwards, he had given Aaron the only thing that had truly meant anything to him, besides the love Aaron gave him-- he gave the backstroker his LiveStrong band. He had told him that it would keep them close and that it would give him strength; Eric had known that he would need it. Duel was grueling and Aaron, though surrounded by some of his closest teammates, would be competing alone.
Eric took a step back, looking at the ornament boxes scattered across the floor. Fuck, he thought sadly. He rested his hands on his hips before turning ninety degrees and collapsing onto the couch. God, he just wanted Aaron to come home. That's what he wanted for Christmas; nothing more complicated than that. He just wanted him home. He knew he was supposed to be home in the morning, but it wasn't soon enough. Eric reached for the bottle of beer on the floor--his third in less than an hour. He picked the bottle up and took a drink. He would rather be tasting Aaron, but LoneStar did for the time being. He set the bottle down then folded his hands together, looking down at his bare wrist. He sighed deeply and began to pray-something he rarely did.
The front door creaked open. Eric's head shot up. Before he could recognize what he was doing or who was coming in, Eric was bolting over the coffee table and over the boxes to the door. He barely let Aaron inside before he took hold of his face and kissed him with a force to cause bruising. Aaron brought his hands to Eric's sides, skating his fingers up his ribs, pushing up the fabric of his black long-sleeved LiveStrong shirt while he was at it. "I thought you weren't coming home until tomorrow," Eric mumbled against his mouth. He didn't want to let go; he didn't want to stop kissing him. He was afraid to.
"Mmm, took an earlier flight; god, I misses your mouth," Aaron answered, biting lightly at Eric's lower lip. For what seemed like the longest time, they stood in the doorway, too entangled in each other to notice or to care about anyone walking by. Eric wrapped his arms around Aaron’s neck, burying his face. Aaron brought down his head, nuzzling his nose into those dirty blonde locks. "Are you wearing my cologne?" he asked with a soft chuckle. "I can smell it on you." Eric nodded but didn't say anything. Aaron rubbed his back. "Shh, baby. I'm right here." He lifted his partner's head with his left hand and gently kissed him. "I brought you something," he said softly. Eric pulled back and cocked his head. Aaron looked down and dug around in the outside pocket of his worn Longhorn athletic bag. The first thing he did was brought out one of his gold medals and raised it up. "I won this for you, baby. Not for me." Eric just smiled. It was the 200 backstroke, Aaron’s equivalent to Eric's signature 200 breaststroke. He gently pushed his hand out. "Take it. It's yours."
Eric took the red ribbon and gold medal from Aaron with a gentle smile and rubbed his fingers over the engravings. "Thank you," he murmured as he leaned forward to press a kiss to his mouth. "Now as best I remember, you and I have some unfinished business to attend to--" he turned and looked at the almost bare tree. "Right in there." He turned back around to face Aaron with a grin. "And I had it all planned out! I was going to let you unwrap me like a present," he joked with a broad grin.
Aaron whined softly. "Can I do that anyway, pup?" he asked, rubbing his hands over his back anxiously. Eric just smiled and pulled Aaron closer, letting the door close behind them. Aaron's face lit up. "Merry Christmas, baby."
Author: dorianslover
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: ES/AP
Song: "This Christmas Day"-- Trans-Siberian Orchestra
Disclaimer: Don't own the boys, none of this happened, the usual.
Summery: Eric wasn't invited to Duel In The Pool, while lover Aaron was.
A/N: So I'm doing a series of Christmas-themed drabbles with many different pairings using different Christmas songs. I hope you all enjoy them and have a great holiday season! :D
So, tell me Christmas
Are we wise
To believe in things we never see
Are prayers just wishes in disguise
And are these wishes being granted me
For now I see
The answering
To every prayer I've prayed
He's coming home this
Christmas Day
So tell me Christmas
Are we kind
More this day than any other day
Or is it only in our mind
And must it leave when you have gone away
It's different now
It's changed somehow
And now you're here to stay
He's coming home this
Christmas Day
All at once the world
It doesn't seem the same
And in a single night
You know it all has changed
And everything is now as it should be
I have the ornament
I have the perfect tree
I have a string of lights
I have a chance to see
Everything that my heart thought could be
For of all the dreams
You were the first I knew
And every other one
Was a charade of you
You stayed close when I was far away
In the darkest night
You always were the star
You always took us in
No matter who we are
And so he's coming home this
Christmas Day
~"This Christmas Day," Trans-Siberian Orchestra
Eric sighed softly as he began to take all the ornaments off the tree in his living room. Normally, he loved the holiday season; this year, he hated it with a burning passion. He took one ornament down and ran his fingers over the carved glass that read "Our First Christmas." So much for that, he thought bitterly as he picked up the box and put the ornament inside. He had spent most of the time alone. He wasn't mad at Aaron; he was the world's best backstroker. How could he be mad for him meriting an invitation to The Duel? It would have been stupid for USA swimming to not have taken him.
Still, he had wanted more to hold this Christmas than a cell phone and more to touch than his flatscreen TV. He was angry that he hadn't been good enough to go to Europe with Aaron. It may not have been Christmas in Austin, but at least it would have been Christmas together. Eric looked up at the half-bare tree. He just wished that Aaron could have been around to see this. He pushed himself to his feet and began to pluck gold and silver balls from higher branches. He chuckled softly. Those had so been Aaron's idea. He thought the irony was too priceless to pass up. One gold would hang right next to a silver, all but touching it. Eric had sat in the corner, shaking his head and laughing as he turned a bright crimson while Aaron had hung them up.
The lights on the tree were white and buried deep in the branches. They let off an eerie glow when lit--especially at night. Before he had left, beneath the gentle glow, Aaron had made love to Eric on the floor, telling him that he alone was the best gift he could ever have been given. Eric had cried--truly cried. He hadn't done that since his diagnosis. Afterwards, he had given Aaron the only thing that had truly meant anything to him, besides the love Aaron gave him-- he gave the backstroker his LiveStrong band. He had told him that it would keep them close and that it would give him strength; Eric had known that he would need it. Duel was grueling and Aaron, though surrounded by some of his closest teammates, would be competing alone.
Eric took a step back, looking at the ornament boxes scattered across the floor. Fuck, he thought sadly. He rested his hands on his hips before turning ninety degrees and collapsing onto the couch. God, he just wanted Aaron to come home. That's what he wanted for Christmas; nothing more complicated than that. He just wanted him home. He knew he was supposed to be home in the morning, but it wasn't soon enough. Eric reached for the bottle of beer on the floor--his third in less than an hour. He picked the bottle up and took a drink. He would rather be tasting Aaron, but LoneStar did for the time being. He set the bottle down then folded his hands together, looking down at his bare wrist. He sighed deeply and began to pray-something he rarely did.
The front door creaked open. Eric's head shot up. Before he could recognize what he was doing or who was coming in, Eric was bolting over the coffee table and over the boxes to the door. He barely let Aaron inside before he took hold of his face and kissed him with a force to cause bruising. Aaron brought his hands to Eric's sides, skating his fingers up his ribs, pushing up the fabric of his black long-sleeved LiveStrong shirt while he was at it. "I thought you weren't coming home until tomorrow," Eric mumbled against his mouth. He didn't want to let go; he didn't want to stop kissing him. He was afraid to.
"Mmm, took an earlier flight; god, I misses your mouth," Aaron answered, biting lightly at Eric's lower lip. For what seemed like the longest time, they stood in the doorway, too entangled in each other to notice or to care about anyone walking by. Eric wrapped his arms around Aaron’s neck, burying his face. Aaron brought down his head, nuzzling his nose into those dirty blonde locks. "Are you wearing my cologne?" he asked with a soft chuckle. "I can smell it on you." Eric nodded but didn't say anything. Aaron rubbed his back. "Shh, baby. I'm right here." He lifted his partner's head with his left hand and gently kissed him. "I brought you something," he said softly. Eric pulled back and cocked his head. Aaron looked down and dug around in the outside pocket of his worn Longhorn athletic bag. The first thing he did was brought out one of his gold medals and raised it up. "I won this for you, baby. Not for me." Eric just smiled. It was the 200 backstroke, Aaron’s equivalent to Eric's signature 200 breaststroke. He gently pushed his hand out. "Take it. It's yours."
Eric took the red ribbon and gold medal from Aaron with a gentle smile and rubbed his fingers over the engravings. "Thank you," he murmured as he leaned forward to press a kiss to his mouth. "Now as best I remember, you and I have some unfinished business to attend to--" he turned and looked at the almost bare tree. "Right in there." He turned back around to face Aaron with a grin. "And I had it all planned out! I was going to let you unwrap me like a present," he joked with a broad grin.
Aaron whined softly. "Can I do that anyway, pup?" he asked, rubbing his hands over his back anxiously. Eric just smiled and pulled Aaron closer, letting the door close behind them. Aaron's face lit up. "Merry Christmas, baby."