FIC - The Old Familiar Carols Play (Part 8)
Fandom: Donald Strachey Mysteries
Title: The Old Familiar Carols Play
Pairings: Donald/Timmy
Rating: various, with one NC-17 chapter
Spoilers: minor ones for most of the movies
Summary: Some Christmases are more memorable than others.
Warning: A crazy rainbow of emotions.
Author’s Note: I covered as many of the prompts as I could when writing this. If I left yours out, either thematically or musically, I do apologize. I could only fit in twelve chapters. Thanks guys! As always, thanks to my wonderful betas mjmcca and nyteflyer .
Ain't It Thrilling?
We'll frolic and play, the Eskimo way . . .
Donald clenched his teeth as his legs tried to shoot out from under him. Every muscle tensed and he hardly dared to breathe. Slowly, he managed to settle his weight back over his feet and waited. Luck was on his side for once, and he stayed upright. Timmy glided up. He sailed in a wide loop around Donald. Donald tried not to resent him.
“I can't believe you've never done this before,” Timmy commented as he slid to a graceful halt. Heaving a sigh, Donald straightened. He bobbled briefly before Timmy caught his arm.
“Believe it, Timmy,” Donald grumbled. Moving closer, Timmy held out an arm.
“I can do it,” Donald snapped, jerking his chin up stubbornly.
“Okay, okay,” Timmy replied. He held up his hands in surrender. “You can do it. Just be careful, Donald.” Donald rolled his eyes and pushed off with a skate. By sheer force of will, he managed to corral the other foot into a straight line and slid forward slowly. Timmy drifted along backwards next to him.
“I'm fine. Go skate,” Donald ordered.
Timmy chewed on his bottom lip. “We can go if you want, sweetheart. We don't have to skate,” he said, still keeping pace.
Donald wobbled a few more feet as Timmy hovered. “Nope. I'm peachy. Go skate,” he insisted again. He waved Timmy off, ignoring the way the wave tried to become a flail. “Go.”
With a deep sigh, Timmy turned and started a slow, easy circuit around the ice. Effortlessly he wove between other skaters, his face turned into the wind. Calves aching, Donald inched closer to the edge. Better to tumble into the snow on the edges of the pond than on the ice itself. He'd learned that after the first three falls - and had the bruises to prove it.
As he crept along, Donald kept a weather-eye on Timmy. When he finally stopped shooting fretful looks at Donald, Timmy looked quietly thrilled. Which was the reason - Donald thought as his right foot abruptly turned and tried to leave without him - that they were here. Timmy had only suggested one Christmas activity and this was it. And damned if Donald was going to ruin it for him.
Setting his jaw, Donald struggled onward for a good twenty minutes before he began to find a rhythm. Christ, finally. Timmy zipped by with a laugh. Halfway down the pond, he spun in place and waved at Donald. Smiling through numb cheeks, Donald waved back. That was all it took. Donald overbalanced and his feet slipped out from under him. He hit the ice breathtakingly hard and lay sprawled on his back gasping.
“DONALD!” Timmy shouted. Staring up at the gray sky, Donald raised a hand and waved clumsily. Timmy skidded to his knees next to him. “Donald, are you all right?” Timmy patted carefully at Donald's face.
“I'm fine,” Donald grunted. He held out a hand and Timmy grasped it. He hauled Donald into a seated position.
“You're sure? You fell awfully hard,” Timmy said as Donald leaned against him.
“Yeah. Just bruised my pride,” Donald said. He winced as he shifted to pull his feet up. “Okay, my pride and my ass.” Timmy pushed to his feet, tugging Donald up with him.
“Come on, let's get off the ice,” Timmy suggested. “Let me do the work.” Gratefully, Donald clung tightly to Timmy's arm and let him tow them slowly to the edge. They stepped into the snow and Donald immediately collapsed onto one of the benches and started unlacing his skates. Timmy trudged off the retrieve their shoes. Donald managed to pry one skate off and set his foot on top of it to keep his sock dry. Abruptly, cold air whooshed down his back.
“What the?” Donald yelped, trying to look over his shoulder.
“Be still,” Timmy ordered, putting a hand on Donald's back and holding him steady. He hitched Donald's shirt a bit higher. Hooking a finger in Donald's waistband, he pulled it out and made a tutting noise with his tongue.
“You're going to bruise rather badly,” Timmy said regretfully. Donald twisted away and yanked his clothes back into place.
“So I'll sleep on my stomach,” Donald said. “I had fun, Timmy.”
“You hated every minute, Donald,” Timmy replied glaring. Using his socked foot, Donald pushed the other skate off.
“Did you have fun?” Donald asked.
“Aside from the part where you scared ten years off my life, yes,” Timmy said.
“Then I had fun,” Donald said, shrugging a shoulder. Timmy huffed impatiently.
“You are impossible,” he said, dumping one of Donald's shoes into his lap. Donald stuffed his foot into his boot and dropped it to the ground. Timmy handed him the other.
“That's why you love me,” Donald said, grinning. He crammed his other foot in its shoe. “Besides, you had fun.”
“I did,” Timmy admitted. Letting his foot drop, Donald grabbed Timmy's scarf and reeled him in for a quick kiss.
“I like watching you have fun,” Donald said against Timmy's mouth. Timmy grinned at him. Amused, Donald pressed another kiss to that smile. Tipping Donald's head up, Timmy smoothed back his hair and bussed his forehead gently.
“Next time, you can watch from the bleachers.”
=+++=
1980 (A Baby Just Like You)
1982 (White Christmas Makes Me Blue)
1992 (Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas)
1998 (God Rest Ye, Merry Gentlemen)
1999 (I Wonder as I Wander)
2000 (Frosty the Snowman)
2002 (Coventry Carol)
2004 (Walking in a Winter Wonderland)
2005 (Holly, Jolly Christmas)
2006 (Do You Hear What I Hear?)
2009 (All I Want for Christmas is You)
2047 (Aspenglow)
Title: The Old Familiar Carols Play
Pairings: Donald/Timmy
Rating: various, with one NC-17 chapter
Spoilers: minor ones for most of the movies
Summary: Some Christmases are more memorable than others.
Warning: A crazy rainbow of emotions.
Author’s Note: I covered as many of the prompts as I could when writing this. If I left yours out, either thematically or musically, I do apologize. I could only fit in twelve chapters. Thanks guys! As always, thanks to my wonderful betas mjmcca and nyteflyer .
Ain't It Thrilling?
We'll frolic and play, the Eskimo way . . .
Donald clenched his teeth as his legs tried to shoot out from under him. Every muscle tensed and he hardly dared to breathe. Slowly, he managed to settle his weight back over his feet and waited. Luck was on his side for once, and he stayed upright. Timmy glided up. He sailed in a wide loop around Donald. Donald tried not to resent him.
“I can't believe you've never done this before,” Timmy commented as he slid to a graceful halt. Heaving a sigh, Donald straightened. He bobbled briefly before Timmy caught his arm.
“Believe it, Timmy,” Donald grumbled. Moving closer, Timmy held out an arm.
“I can do it,” Donald snapped, jerking his chin up stubbornly.
“Okay, okay,” Timmy replied. He held up his hands in surrender. “You can do it. Just be careful, Donald.” Donald rolled his eyes and pushed off with a skate. By sheer force of will, he managed to corral the other foot into a straight line and slid forward slowly. Timmy drifted along backwards next to him.
“I'm fine. Go skate,” Donald ordered.
Timmy chewed on his bottom lip. “We can go if you want, sweetheart. We don't have to skate,” he said, still keeping pace.
Donald wobbled a few more feet as Timmy hovered. “Nope. I'm peachy. Go skate,” he insisted again. He waved Timmy off, ignoring the way the wave tried to become a flail. “Go.”
With a deep sigh, Timmy turned and started a slow, easy circuit around the ice. Effortlessly he wove between other skaters, his face turned into the wind. Calves aching, Donald inched closer to the edge. Better to tumble into the snow on the edges of the pond than on the ice itself. He'd learned that after the first three falls - and had the bruises to prove it.
As he crept along, Donald kept a weather-eye on Timmy. When he finally stopped shooting fretful looks at Donald, Timmy looked quietly thrilled. Which was the reason - Donald thought as his right foot abruptly turned and tried to leave without him - that they were here. Timmy had only suggested one Christmas activity and this was it. And damned if Donald was going to ruin it for him.
Setting his jaw, Donald struggled onward for a good twenty minutes before he began to find a rhythm. Christ, finally. Timmy zipped by with a laugh. Halfway down the pond, he spun in place and waved at Donald. Smiling through numb cheeks, Donald waved back. That was all it took. Donald overbalanced and his feet slipped out from under him. He hit the ice breathtakingly hard and lay sprawled on his back gasping.
“DONALD!” Timmy shouted. Staring up at the gray sky, Donald raised a hand and waved clumsily. Timmy skidded to his knees next to him. “Donald, are you all right?” Timmy patted carefully at Donald's face.
“I'm fine,” Donald grunted. He held out a hand and Timmy grasped it. He hauled Donald into a seated position.
“You're sure? You fell awfully hard,” Timmy said as Donald leaned against him.
“Yeah. Just bruised my pride,” Donald said. He winced as he shifted to pull his feet up. “Okay, my pride and my ass.” Timmy pushed to his feet, tugging Donald up with him.
“Come on, let's get off the ice,” Timmy suggested. “Let me do the work.” Gratefully, Donald clung tightly to Timmy's arm and let him tow them slowly to the edge. They stepped into the snow and Donald immediately collapsed onto one of the benches and started unlacing his skates. Timmy trudged off the retrieve their shoes. Donald managed to pry one skate off and set his foot on top of it to keep his sock dry. Abruptly, cold air whooshed down his back.
“What the?” Donald yelped, trying to look over his shoulder.
“Be still,” Timmy ordered, putting a hand on Donald's back and holding him steady. He hitched Donald's shirt a bit higher. Hooking a finger in Donald's waistband, he pulled it out and made a tutting noise with his tongue.
“You're going to bruise rather badly,” Timmy said regretfully. Donald twisted away and yanked his clothes back into place.
“So I'll sleep on my stomach,” Donald said. “I had fun, Timmy.”
“You hated every minute, Donald,” Timmy replied glaring. Using his socked foot, Donald pushed the other skate off.
“Did you have fun?” Donald asked.
“Aside from the part where you scared ten years off my life, yes,” Timmy said.
“Then I had fun,” Donald said, shrugging a shoulder. Timmy huffed impatiently.
“You are impossible,” he said, dumping one of Donald's shoes into his lap. Donald stuffed his foot into his boot and dropped it to the ground. Timmy handed him the other.
“That's why you love me,” Donald said, grinning. He crammed his other foot in its shoe. “Besides, you had fun.”
“I did,” Timmy admitted. Letting his foot drop, Donald grabbed Timmy's scarf and reeled him in for a quick kiss.
“I like watching you have fun,” Donald said against Timmy's mouth. Timmy grinned at him. Amused, Donald pressed another kiss to that smile. Tipping Donald's head up, Timmy smoothed back his hair and bussed his forehead gently.
“Next time, you can watch from the bleachers.”
=+++=
1980 (A Baby Just Like You)
1982 (White Christmas Makes Me Blue)
1992 (Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas)
1998 (God Rest Ye, Merry Gentlemen)
1999 (I Wonder as I Wander)
2000 (Frosty the Snowman)
2002 (Coventry Carol)
2004 (Walking in a Winter Wonderland)
2005 (Holly, Jolly Christmas)
2006 (Do You Hear What I Hear?)
2009 (All I Want for Christmas is You)
2047 (Aspenglow)