Deck The Halls
Day 4 of the 12 Days of Christmas Fic Challenge!
For all of you, because you're all lovely and wonderful!
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“What the hell?” Vitaly frowns at Bruno, carefully stepping over the boxes blocking the hall of his apartment. Bruno glances up from the tangle of lights wrapped around him, frowns back at him and holds up a knot, long fingers attempting to untwist it.
“I’m decorating!” He announces, unnecessarily.
“I can see that.” Vitaly replies, leans a hand on Bruno’s head to keep his balance while he takes off his shoes. “Why in your hall?”
“I have too many lights.” Bruno shrugs. “And all my flat should be Christmassy.” He declares, spreading his arms as wide as the hall will let him. Vitaly shuffles past him, sees the mess that’s his kitchen-diner-lounge and can’t help the laugh that bubbles up his throat.
“I love you.” He says, bends down to press a kiss to the soft curls of Bruno’s hair. Bruno wraps an arm around his knees to hug him from the floor.
“I love you too.” Bruno replies, gestures at the wreath on the floor. “Can you put the wreath up on the door?”
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It turns out Christmas decorating with Bruno involves being draped in tinsel while Bruno tapes it up around the photographs in the hall, cheekily pins a sprig of fake mistletoe to the ceiling, kisses Vitaly under it. The lights finally get untangled and draped around a tree that leans ominously, because no matter how much they’d tried, they could not get the damned thing to stand upright. It’s not real anyway, but plastic is good enough for them, especially when it means not having to vacuum up needles from the floor. The smell of pine comes from an air freshener Bruno plugs in, and it doesn’t take long for Bruno to put Christmas songs on, dance Vitaly around the living room while neatly avoiding the tree and the half-wrapped pile of presents to go under it.
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The day invariably ends with Vitaly and Bruno decorated too, spare tinsel as scarves, Bruno giggling hysterically as he models a pair of baubles as earrings. They eat Christmassy biscuits and the chocolate baubles, stick each other to the wrapping paper more than wrapping paper around the presents they’ve bought, and make excuses to kiss each other with the spare mistletoe. “Deck the halls.” Bruno sings along with the stereo, sprawled out across the floor. “With bows of holly.”
“We haven’t even got holly.” Vitaly points out. Bruno shrugs, carries on singing. He’s hard to resist in his ever-cheerful mood, and so Vitaly tugs the tinsel away from his mouth, leans over the pile of presents to kiss him, waves the mistletoe when Bruno pouts at being stopped from his singing. “Mistletoe!”
“I’m regretting that now!” Bruno mock-sighs, tugging Vitaly back towards him for a deeper, more thorough kiss, mistletoe abandoned on the floor because he doesn't really it need it to kiss Vitaly, just like Vitaly doesn't need it to kiss him. Still, it's Christmas, they might as well play along.
For all of you, because you're all lovely and wonderful!
-
“What the hell?” Vitaly frowns at Bruno, carefully stepping over the boxes blocking the hall of his apartment. Bruno glances up from the tangle of lights wrapped around him, frowns back at him and holds up a knot, long fingers attempting to untwist it.
“I’m decorating!” He announces, unnecessarily.
“I can see that.” Vitaly replies, leans a hand on Bruno’s head to keep his balance while he takes off his shoes. “Why in your hall?”
“I have too many lights.” Bruno shrugs. “And all my flat should be Christmassy.” He declares, spreading his arms as wide as the hall will let him. Vitaly shuffles past him, sees the mess that’s his kitchen-diner-lounge and can’t help the laugh that bubbles up his throat.
“I love you.” He says, bends down to press a kiss to the soft curls of Bruno’s hair. Bruno wraps an arm around his knees to hug him from the floor.
“I love you too.” Bruno replies, gestures at the wreath on the floor. “Can you put the wreath up on the door?”
-
It turns out Christmas decorating with Bruno involves being draped in tinsel while Bruno tapes it up around the photographs in the hall, cheekily pins a sprig of fake mistletoe to the ceiling, kisses Vitaly under it. The lights finally get untangled and draped around a tree that leans ominously, because no matter how much they’d tried, they could not get the damned thing to stand upright. It’s not real anyway, but plastic is good enough for them, especially when it means not having to vacuum up needles from the floor. The smell of pine comes from an air freshener Bruno plugs in, and it doesn’t take long for Bruno to put Christmas songs on, dance Vitaly around the living room while neatly avoiding the tree and the half-wrapped pile of presents to go under it.
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The day invariably ends with Vitaly and Bruno decorated too, spare tinsel as scarves, Bruno giggling hysterically as he models a pair of baubles as earrings. They eat Christmassy biscuits and the chocolate baubles, stick each other to the wrapping paper more than wrapping paper around the presents they’ve bought, and make excuses to kiss each other with the spare mistletoe. “Deck the halls.” Bruno sings along with the stereo, sprawled out across the floor. “With bows of holly.”
“We haven’t even got holly.” Vitaly points out. Bruno shrugs, carries on singing. He’s hard to resist in his ever-cheerful mood, and so Vitaly tugs the tinsel away from his mouth, leans over the pile of presents to kiss him, waves the mistletoe when Bruno pouts at being stopped from his singing. “Mistletoe!”
“I’m regretting that now!” Bruno mock-sighs, tugging Vitaly back towards him for a deeper, more thorough kiss, mistletoe abandoned on the floor because he doesn't really it need it to kiss Vitaly, just like Vitaly doesn't need it to kiss him. Still, it's Christmas, they might as well play along.