Fic: Airmail Outtake "Thanksgiving"
Here's a Thanksgiving ficlet written for sm_monthly because the prompt "gluttony" was too good to pass up on.
"I think I'm going to be sick," Umino groaned and leaned back in his chair only to open his belt and the top button his black trousers.
"Does that mean you're not going to finish eating your turkey? Because if you don't, then-"
"You can have it. Just take it out of my sight."
Grinning from ear to ear, Hiromasa reached over the table and greedily reached for Umino's plate.
Mamoru shook his head, a look of disbelief in his eyes. "Aren't you full?" His own plate, which still held some leftover dinner, was pushed away from him.
Chewing, Hiromasa shook his head and reached for the bowl with the potatoes, almost knocking one of the white candles over in the process. Relying on his Tuxedo Mask instincts, Mamoru caught the candle before it spilled wax all over the table and set Takeshi's new house on fire. Hiromasa grinned. "Thanks, mate."
By now, the large dining table was already semi-deserted, and Hiromasa was the last man standing, or, in this case, eating.
The girls had retired to the living-room where they lay sprawled out on Minako's red couch, one complaining about having eaten too much louder than the other. The impromptu Thanksgiving dinner had been Ando's idea: he missed the traditions he had grown to love in the States, and Thanksgiving had always been his favourite holiday. Not that he ever celebrated it with his parents, hell no. Every year, he asked some friends and his editor to come over to his place for an orgy of tasty food and since none of his friends here in Japan could be convinced to set one foot inside his apartment, Ando had simply taken over Minako's and Takeshi's house. Minako had been a little too enthusiatic; Ando knew that it usually ended in a medium desaster when Minako Aino got that overly bright smile on her face.
It was probably a good thing that Takeshi and Ami weren't around to see the mess Ando and Minako had made in the kitchen before Makoto stepped in and saved both the day and the turkey. Takeshi was busy working, he couldn't take another day off after Minako had begged him to arrange for a proper holiday during and after Christmas. Ami was busy studying, she had important exams looming in the not too distant future and not even Umino's pleading could convince her to leave the library. And since Rei's invitation had been a mere formality anyway, only Usagi, Mamoru, Makoto, Hiromasa, and Umino were there to witness Ando's and Minako's antics. Right now, Minako was pushing a cushion under her T-shirt to show Makoto what all the food would do to her figure.
Usagi slipped off the couch, leaving the two giggling girls behind, and made her way to the dining-room again, where she ticked Mamoru's shoulder until he slid his chair back so that she could sit on his lap. The black-haired man bit back a groan as Usagi settled comfortably against his full stomach. All the boys had engaged in an eating contest, and even though Hiromasa had been declared the winner about three full dishes ago, Mamoru had had more food than ever before and he could feel his stomach straining against his skin. Like Minako, he was playing host for a food baby of humongous size. Usagi - a trained eater, a professional with food consuming abilities second only to Hiromasa - snuggled closer against her husband and picked some beans from his plate as if they were candy. "Why don't you three come and join us in the living-room? We're going to watch a film, Minako's is picking it out right now." She popped the vegetable in her mouth, and another one before she had so much as swallowed the first one.
Ando squinted at her: he knew which DVDs Minako bought during her time in New York and he emphatically didn't like a single one of them. Immediately, he shot up and waltzed over to his blonde friend, hollering as he went.
"Min! We're NOT watching Pieces of April! I don't like Joey Potter, and you know that! Put Scientology back in its cover!"
The two of them started to bicker, and Minako threw the DVD at this head with an enthusiasm she usually reserved for tellig dirty jokes. Their antics caused Makoto to laugh, a light and bubbly sound.
Hiromasa stopped eating for the briefest of moments, smiled in the general direction of his wife and then helped himself to more turkey.
Umino put a hand in front of his mouth - just looking at Hiromasa made him feel sick.
"You are disgusting."
"Naw, I'm jus hungwry," he stated and gulped down the food with a generous sip of red wine. "I'm a big guy, not like you little ballerina."
Dreamily, Usagi reached for a piece of carrot and nibbled on it. "I always wanted to be a ballerina when I was younger. Or a princess."
Mamoru rolled his eyes. "Usa, you are a princess."
"I didn't know that when I was seven!"
Across the table, Hiromasa grinned.
"Whem I whus sivenn, I wanned to be a herow," he swallowed and continued. "A hero that saves dogs and now look where I am today." He winked and gestured to the two dogs lying on his feet, both of them staring up in the not so vain hope of some bits of food falling down. Which happened. Prompty. Consistenly. Attila's happy bark alerted Minako.
Interrupting her argument with Ando mid-stride, she shouted over to Hiromasa: "Just because your puppy is fat, doesn't mean that I want mine to look like a sausage, so quit feeding my dog, you hero!"
Hiromasa's fork dropped, and so did his jaw.
"Spock is not fat. He's happy."
"Fat and happy!"
"NOT fat!"
"Yes, he is!"
Seconds later, the two of them were shouting at each other, Makoto had fallen asleep on the couch because of too much food and wine, Umino had left with the dogs to take a walk and drop some leftovers off at his girlfriend's flat and sneakily, Mamoru and Usagi had whipped out their camcorder to record it all for the boring centuries to come.
In front of the TV, Ando - sated and entertained - decided to slide Rocky into the DVD player. It was a perfect holiday.
"I think I'm going to be sick," Umino groaned and leaned back in his chair only to open his belt and the top button his black trousers.
"Does that mean you're not going to finish eating your turkey? Because if you don't, then-"
"You can have it. Just take it out of my sight."
Grinning from ear to ear, Hiromasa reached over the table and greedily reached for Umino's plate.
Mamoru shook his head, a look of disbelief in his eyes. "Aren't you full?" His own plate, which still held some leftover dinner, was pushed away from him.
Chewing, Hiromasa shook his head and reached for the bowl with the potatoes, almost knocking one of the white candles over in the process. Relying on his Tuxedo Mask instincts, Mamoru caught the candle before it spilled wax all over the table and set Takeshi's new house on fire. Hiromasa grinned. "Thanks, mate."
By now, the large dining table was already semi-deserted, and Hiromasa was the last man standing, or, in this case, eating.
The girls had retired to the living-room where they lay sprawled out on Minako's red couch, one complaining about having eaten too much louder than the other. The impromptu Thanksgiving dinner had been Ando's idea: he missed the traditions he had grown to love in the States, and Thanksgiving had always been his favourite holiday. Not that he ever celebrated it with his parents, hell no. Every year, he asked some friends and his editor to come over to his place for an orgy of tasty food and since none of his friends here in Japan could be convinced to set one foot inside his apartment, Ando had simply taken over Minako's and Takeshi's house. Minako had been a little too enthusiatic; Ando knew that it usually ended in a medium desaster when Minako Aino got that overly bright smile on her face.
It was probably a good thing that Takeshi and Ami weren't around to see the mess Ando and Minako had made in the kitchen before Makoto stepped in and saved both the day and the turkey. Takeshi was busy working, he couldn't take another day off after Minako had begged him to arrange for a proper holiday during and after Christmas. Ami was busy studying, she had important exams looming in the not too distant future and not even Umino's pleading could convince her to leave the library. And since Rei's invitation had been a mere formality anyway, only Usagi, Mamoru, Makoto, Hiromasa, and Umino were there to witness Ando's and Minako's antics. Right now, Minako was pushing a cushion under her T-shirt to show Makoto what all the food would do to her figure.
Usagi slipped off the couch, leaving the two giggling girls behind, and made her way to the dining-room again, where she ticked Mamoru's shoulder until he slid his chair back so that she could sit on his lap. The black-haired man bit back a groan as Usagi settled comfortably against his full stomach. All the boys had engaged in an eating contest, and even though Hiromasa had been declared the winner about three full dishes ago, Mamoru had had more food than ever before and he could feel his stomach straining against his skin. Like Minako, he was playing host for a food baby of humongous size. Usagi - a trained eater, a professional with food consuming abilities second only to Hiromasa - snuggled closer against her husband and picked some beans from his plate as if they were candy. "Why don't you three come and join us in the living-room? We're going to watch a film, Minako's is picking it out right now." She popped the vegetable in her mouth, and another one before she had so much as swallowed the first one.
Ando squinted at her: he knew which DVDs Minako bought during her time in New York and he emphatically didn't like a single one of them. Immediately, he shot up and waltzed over to his blonde friend, hollering as he went.
"Min! We're NOT watching Pieces of April! I don't like Joey Potter, and you know that! Put Scientology back in its cover!"
The two of them started to bicker, and Minako threw the DVD at this head with an enthusiasm she usually reserved for tellig dirty jokes. Their antics caused Makoto to laugh, a light and bubbly sound.
Hiromasa stopped eating for the briefest of moments, smiled in the general direction of his wife and then helped himself to more turkey.
Umino put a hand in front of his mouth - just looking at Hiromasa made him feel sick.
"You are disgusting."
"Naw, I'm jus hungwry," he stated and gulped down the food with a generous sip of red wine. "I'm a big guy, not like you little ballerina."
Dreamily, Usagi reached for a piece of carrot and nibbled on it. "I always wanted to be a ballerina when I was younger. Or a princess."
Mamoru rolled his eyes. "Usa, you are a princess."
"I didn't know that when I was seven!"
Across the table, Hiromasa grinned.
"Whem I whus sivenn, I wanned to be a herow," he swallowed and continued. "A hero that saves dogs and now look where I am today." He winked and gestured to the two dogs lying on his feet, both of them staring up in the not so vain hope of some bits of food falling down. Which happened. Prompty. Consistenly. Attila's happy bark alerted Minako.
Interrupting her argument with Ando mid-stride, she shouted over to Hiromasa: "Just because your puppy is fat, doesn't mean that I want mine to look like a sausage, so quit feeding my dog, you hero!"
Hiromasa's fork dropped, and so did his jaw.
"Spock is not fat. He's happy."
"Fat and happy!"
"NOT fat!"
"Yes, he is!"
Seconds later, the two of them were shouting at each other, Makoto had fallen asleep on the couch because of too much food and wine, Umino had left with the dogs to take a walk and drop some leftovers off at his girlfriend's flat and sneakily, Mamoru and Usagi had whipped out their camcorder to record it all for the boring centuries to come.
In front of the TV, Ando - sated and entertained - decided to slide Rocky into the DVD player. It was a perfect holiday.