Short Christmas Drabble
Title: Presents
Rating: PG-13 for NEKKED JIMMY at the end
Wordcount: 259
Pairing: Chazz/Jimmy
Summary: Chazz gets Jimmy the best present EVER.
Jimmy looks at his present blankly. “You got me… boxers.”
“Not just any boxers! Christmas boxers! And see, I got a pair too!” Chazz yanks down his pajama bottoms and proudly displays his holly-covered backside.
“I see… they’re wonderful, Chazz.” Privately Jimmy thinks to himself that red isn’t really his color, but the white snowmen on the red background are rather adorable.
“I can’t wait to wear them. Pull your pants back up.”
Chazz pouts and ostentatiously tosses his pants at Jimmy’s face. “I wanna see if they fit. Put ‘em on for me, Jimmy.”
“I’ll wear them later, I promise,” Jimmy says, putting them to the side. When he looks back up, Chazz is wearing the most dramatic kicked puppy face in the history of kicked puppy faces.
“You… you don’t like my present.”
“No, I love your present! I just- I’m just already wearing a pair, that’s all-”
“You think my present is dumb.” Are those… are those real tears brimming from Chazz’s eyes? Oh crap, they are, and Jimmy flails ineffectively for a moment before settling on a hug.
“Of course I don’t, they’re wonderful! They’re the best boxers ever! See, I’ll put them on right now, just… stop looking at me like that, okay?”
“Okay!”
Jimmy is halfway out of his underwear when he realizes Chazz has gotten up and locked the door, and is now regarding the younger man with a very wolfish grin.
“…you just wanted my clothes off.”
“Hell yeah,” Chazz says, quickly stripping. “This is your real present. Merry Christmas, dude.”
Rating: PG-13 for NEKKED JIMMY at the end
Wordcount: 259
Pairing: Chazz/Jimmy
Summary: Chazz gets Jimmy the best present EVER.
Jimmy looks at his present blankly. “You got me… boxers.”
“Not just any boxers! Christmas boxers! And see, I got a pair too!” Chazz yanks down his pajama bottoms and proudly displays his holly-covered backside.
“I see… they’re wonderful, Chazz.” Privately Jimmy thinks to himself that red isn’t really his color, but the white snowmen on the red background are rather adorable.
“I can’t wait to wear them. Pull your pants back up.”
Chazz pouts and ostentatiously tosses his pants at Jimmy’s face. “I wanna see if they fit. Put ‘em on for me, Jimmy.”
“I’ll wear them later, I promise,” Jimmy says, putting them to the side. When he looks back up, Chazz is wearing the most dramatic kicked puppy face in the history of kicked puppy faces.
“You… you don’t like my present.”
“No, I love your present! I just- I’m just already wearing a pair, that’s all-”
“You think my present is dumb.” Are those… are those real tears brimming from Chazz’s eyes? Oh crap, they are, and Jimmy flails ineffectively for a moment before settling on a hug.
“Of course I don’t, they’re wonderful! They’re the best boxers ever! See, I’ll put them on right now, just… stop looking at me like that, okay?”
“Okay!”
Jimmy is halfway out of his underwear when he realizes Chazz has gotten up and locked the door, and is now regarding the younger man with a very wolfish grin.
“…you just wanted my clothes off.”
“Hell yeah,” Chazz says, quickly stripping. “This is your real present. Merry Christmas, dude.”