He Sees You When You're Sleeping, He Knows When You're Awake (Seth/Ryan)
Title: He sees you when you’re sleeping, he knows when you’re awake
Author: ms_soma
Rating: G (I know, I can hardly believe it either!)
Pairing: Seth/Ryan
Word Count: 311
Disclaimer: Not mine, Josh’s
A/N: Inspired by the “reindeer” 100 word challenge going on over at theoc_fiction . I just couldn’t seem to get the word length right!
Feedback: Would be love!
The nighttime air was cool on their skin, raising goosebumps along exposed forearms. In the background, the noise of a Christmas Eve party in full swing drowned out the soft crashing of waves against the shore, the gentle ripple of the pool, and Ryan’s sigh of contentment.
Seth felt a smile tug at his lips as he gazed up at the night sky from his lounge by the pool, watching the distant blinking white and red lights of a plane ferrying passengers across the sky to their loved ones.
“When I was six,” Seth started, breaking the comfortable silence, “my parents had a party just like this. Us kids were supposed to be sleeping, but we were too excited for the morning. The fifteen year old who was paid to look after us pointed to a plane out of the bedroom window and told us that the flashing red light was Rudolph’s nose and that we had better get to sleep before Santa found out that we were awake.”
Ryan snorted into his beer.
“I cannot tell you how relieved I was to see presents under the tree the next day. I mean, what if by some miracle, Santa didn’t know I was awake, but the reindeer did and told on me?”
“Reindeer?” Seth could hear the amusement in Ryan’s voice, and he looked over to see a raised eyebrow and a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.
“They’re a pack of bitches, Ryan. Did you hear how they picked on poor Rudolph?”
This time, Ryan couldn’t help but smile, and he reached across and clinked his bottle of beer with Seth’s.
“Merry Chrismukkah,” he whispered.
“Merry Chrismukkah,” Seth grinned, knowing that no matter what was under the tree in the morning, knowing that it was Ryan who sees him when he’s sleeping was the bestest gift of all.