Ho ho ho!
Title: All is Bright, otherwise (and more commonly) known as: Make the Yultide Gay
Author: snoopypez
Characters/pairing: Duncan/Logan, hints of Duncan/Veronica, Logan/Lilly, Lilly/Veronica and if you look real close, a mere suggestion of Logan/Veronica and Duncan/Lilly.
Rating: pg13?
Length: 1000
Spoilers/Warnings: None past first season.
Summary: “Oh my god, Duncan! We, like, match! Everyone will know we’re the bestest of best friends ever, yay!”
Disclaimer: If I owned them, the pairing this year would be Logan/Duncan/Veronica. Yes, all at once.
Note: This is for anoel! :D My vm_santa, I hope you like it! ..At least a little. :P Also hopefully, this is amusing. Many many thanks to _emomuffin, for she helped me way too much. ;) Merry Christmas!
*
It had become something of a tradition for them. They would gather at the Kane estate on Christmas Eve, no matter what other plans each of them had, and exchange gifts. What had begun in mere coincidence - all of them just happening to be in the same place at once - had grown into something they planned and looked forward to. A small party, complete with music and food, and as they got older and could sneak it, drinks.
This year was no different. Veronica and Lilly shared the over-stuffed sofa that Celeste Kane hated, Lilly popping chocolate mint Hershey’s Kisses into her mouth. Duncan and Logan sprawled on the floor as if there were no other chairs available, in front of the fireplace. Logan enjoyed tossing in scraps of wrapping paper as they went.
“Norris Clayton sent Veronica a candy cane,” Lilly suddenly sing-songed, her toe-sock clad feet bouncing against the couch cushion.
“Lilly! He did not.” Veronica sent her friend a pointed glance towards Duncan. “There was no name on the note.”
“Oh, come on, who else would it be?” Lilly rolled her eyes at Duncan’s noise of protest and continued, “Besides you, little brother. You’ve got competition.” Her grin widened impishly.
“He does not!” Veronica said.
Lilly flung an arm around Veronica’s shoulder and said, “It’s ok, I’m sure Duncan doesn’t mind sharing you with anyone.” She winked at Logan, who had finally snapped back to attention, and put her lips against Veronica’s cheek with a loud smack. Veronica stifled a giggle, showing she wasn’t quite as scandalized as she pretended to be.
Duncan threw a now-empty stocking at his sister. “Only with you guys.” He laughed when Veronica said ‘Duncan!’ and tossed the same stocking back.
“Okay, okay. How about some actual gift opening?” she asked, a semi-joking ‘or else’ in her voice. Boxes and bags were passed around. Veronica always ended up with a few more than the others, but no one ever made mention of it. Not everyone was born into SoCal royalty, after all.
Like a little kid, Logan ripped the paper and lifted the top of the clothing store box that held his first present.
“God, Lilly..” he shook his head, laughing, as he lifted a blue pair of boxers from the mountain of tissue paper. There were little reindeer happily covering every inch of them. “Very festive, thank you,” he said, used to Lilly’s gifts by now.
Duncan was also used to them, and merely sighed in vague brotherly disgust before opening his own box.
He blinked at the contents. Then he looked at Veronica, who was blushing and trying to point the blame at Lilly. Looked back at the gift and pulled out the exact same boxers, complete with happy reindeer.
Logan took one look at the boxers in Duncan’s hand and put on a valley girl voice.
“Oh my god, Duncan! We, like, match! Everyone will know we’re the bestest of best friends ever, yay!” He grinned manically and flailed his arms about in mock-excitement.
Lilly let out a peal of laughter. “You guys should try them on, make sure they fit right.” She nudged Veronica, who burst into giggles.
Duncan, meanwhile, was staring at all three of them as if they had just turned purple, and his sister was the brightest shade. “Lilly? You need therapy.”
*
Shortly after Lilly died, Duncan found himself shoved against the wall of his bedroom by his best friend, who apparently had decided the best course of action was not to punch Duncan in the gut for what he said, but to kiss him.
The punch may have been less violent.
When his head hit the wall and little stars popped into his line of vision, Duncan thought about telling Logan to back the hell off. When his tongue was rather skillfully sucked into Logan’s mouth, Duncan changed his mind.
They didn’t talk, couldn’t talk. Shirt material was lifted; skin touched skin - the familiar feeling of blood rushing south - and when Duncan grasped hold of the zipper on Logan’s jeans all he could think was that this was further than he had ever got with Veronica.
He glanced downwards as he worked at the jeans, and promptly gave a startled chuckle. Logan immediately tensed, straightening up and glaring.
“What the hell, man? You don’t laugh when you’ve got your hands down a guy’s pants!” He sounded so affronted (he was right, of course) that Duncan had to laugh harder.
Before giving Logan the chance to make good on the punch he may have thrown earlier, Duncan shook his head, still snickering in an almost slaphappy way. He began to undo his own jeans, which caused Logan to raise an eyebrow and smirk.
“All right, gonna give us a show?” There was a bit more of an edge to his sarcasm than usual, as he was clearly still a bit peeved.
“No, you ass, just look.” Duncan pulled the waistband of his blue, happy reindeer boxers slightly to show Logan, who was wearing his own matching pair at that very moment.
Logan blinked. He looked down at himself, then back at Duncan. Then, simultaneously, they broke into loud laughter. The kind of laughter they hadn’t experienced since before Lilly, before Veronica, even. It wasn’t the funniest thing ever to happen, but that just made them laugh harder. They ended up leaning against each other for balance, they could barely breathe.
When they finally began to calm, there was a friendly silence between them. When Duncan glanced over, Logan was staring at him as if he had never quite seen Duncan before. A bit uncomfortable by the look, Duncan wasn’t sure if Logan was searching for Lilly somewhere in his face, but he was pretty certain the mood had been sufficiently killed.
And when Logan hesitantly tugged Duncan closer by the waistband of those damned boxers and connected their mouths once more, Duncan decided he really didn’t care that he was so constantly wrong.
End.
Post note: Please, no one ask about what Duncan said to Logan to make him wanna hit him. ;P I don't even know. Heh.
Author: snoopypez
Characters/pairing: Duncan/Logan, hints of Duncan/Veronica, Logan/Lilly, Lilly/Veronica and if you look real close, a mere suggestion of Logan/Veronica and Duncan/Lilly.
Rating: pg13?
Length: 1000
Spoilers/Warnings: None past first season.
Summary: “Oh my god, Duncan! We, like, match! Everyone will know we’re the bestest of best friends ever, yay!”
Disclaimer: If I owned them, the pairing this year would be Logan/Duncan/Veronica. Yes, all at once.
Note: This is for anoel! :D My vm_santa, I hope you like it! ..At least a little. :P Also hopefully, this is amusing. Many many thanks to _emomuffin, for she helped me way too much. ;) Merry Christmas!
*
It had become something of a tradition for them. They would gather at the Kane estate on Christmas Eve, no matter what other plans each of them had, and exchange gifts. What had begun in mere coincidence - all of them just happening to be in the same place at once - had grown into something they planned and looked forward to. A small party, complete with music and food, and as they got older and could sneak it, drinks.
This year was no different. Veronica and Lilly shared the over-stuffed sofa that Celeste Kane hated, Lilly popping chocolate mint Hershey’s Kisses into her mouth. Duncan and Logan sprawled on the floor as if there were no other chairs available, in front of the fireplace. Logan enjoyed tossing in scraps of wrapping paper as they went.
“Norris Clayton sent Veronica a candy cane,” Lilly suddenly sing-songed, her toe-sock clad feet bouncing against the couch cushion.
“Lilly! He did not.” Veronica sent her friend a pointed glance towards Duncan. “There was no name on the note.”
“Oh, come on, who else would it be?” Lilly rolled her eyes at Duncan’s noise of protest and continued, “Besides you, little brother. You’ve got competition.” Her grin widened impishly.
“He does not!” Veronica said.
Lilly flung an arm around Veronica’s shoulder and said, “It’s ok, I’m sure Duncan doesn’t mind sharing you with anyone.” She winked at Logan, who had finally snapped back to attention, and put her lips against Veronica’s cheek with a loud smack. Veronica stifled a giggle, showing she wasn’t quite as scandalized as she pretended to be.
Duncan threw a now-empty stocking at his sister. “Only with you guys.” He laughed when Veronica said ‘Duncan!’ and tossed the same stocking back.
“Okay, okay. How about some actual gift opening?” she asked, a semi-joking ‘or else’ in her voice. Boxes and bags were passed around. Veronica always ended up with a few more than the others, but no one ever made mention of it. Not everyone was born into SoCal royalty, after all.
Like a little kid, Logan ripped the paper and lifted the top of the clothing store box that held his first present.
“God, Lilly..” he shook his head, laughing, as he lifted a blue pair of boxers from the mountain of tissue paper. There were little reindeer happily covering every inch of them. “Very festive, thank you,” he said, used to Lilly’s gifts by now.
Duncan was also used to them, and merely sighed in vague brotherly disgust before opening his own box.
He blinked at the contents. Then he looked at Veronica, who was blushing and trying to point the blame at Lilly. Looked back at the gift and pulled out the exact same boxers, complete with happy reindeer.
Logan took one look at the boxers in Duncan’s hand and put on a valley girl voice.
“Oh my god, Duncan! We, like, match! Everyone will know we’re the bestest of best friends ever, yay!” He grinned manically and flailed his arms about in mock-excitement.
Lilly let out a peal of laughter. “You guys should try them on, make sure they fit right.” She nudged Veronica, who burst into giggles.
Duncan, meanwhile, was staring at all three of them as if they had just turned purple, and his sister was the brightest shade. “Lilly? You need therapy.”
*
Shortly after Lilly died, Duncan found himself shoved against the wall of his bedroom by his best friend, who apparently had decided the best course of action was not to punch Duncan in the gut for what he said, but to kiss him.
The punch may have been less violent.
When his head hit the wall and little stars popped into his line of vision, Duncan thought about telling Logan to back the hell off. When his tongue was rather skillfully sucked into Logan’s mouth, Duncan changed his mind.
They didn’t talk, couldn’t talk. Shirt material was lifted; skin touched skin - the familiar feeling of blood rushing south - and when Duncan grasped hold of the zipper on Logan’s jeans all he could think was that this was further than he had ever got with Veronica.
He glanced downwards as he worked at the jeans, and promptly gave a startled chuckle. Logan immediately tensed, straightening up and glaring.
“What the hell, man? You don’t laugh when you’ve got your hands down a guy’s pants!” He sounded so affronted (he was right, of course) that Duncan had to laugh harder.
Before giving Logan the chance to make good on the punch he may have thrown earlier, Duncan shook his head, still snickering in an almost slaphappy way. He began to undo his own jeans, which caused Logan to raise an eyebrow and smirk.
“All right, gonna give us a show?” There was a bit more of an edge to his sarcasm than usual, as he was clearly still a bit peeved.
“No, you ass, just look.” Duncan pulled the waistband of his blue, happy reindeer boxers slightly to show Logan, who was wearing his own matching pair at that very moment.
Logan blinked. He looked down at himself, then back at Duncan. Then, simultaneously, they broke into loud laughter. The kind of laughter they hadn’t experienced since before Lilly, before Veronica, even. It wasn’t the funniest thing ever to happen, but that just made them laugh harder. They ended up leaning against each other for balance, they could barely breathe.
When they finally began to calm, there was a friendly silence between them. When Duncan glanced over, Logan was staring at him as if he had never quite seen Duncan before. A bit uncomfortable by the look, Duncan wasn’t sure if Logan was searching for Lilly somewhere in his face, but he was pretty certain the mood had been sufficiently killed.
And when Logan hesitantly tugged Duncan closer by the waistband of those damned boxers and connected their mouths once more, Duncan decided he really didn’t care that he was so constantly wrong.
End.
Post note: Please, no one ask about what Duncan said to Logan to make him wanna hit him. ;P I don't even know. Heh.