Santa, What do You Get Someone Who Just Wants to be Loved?

Chapter 4: I think I'd do just about anything for you

Techno awoke to Wilbur hitting him in the face with his arm, grumbling in his sleep. Stifling a chuckle, he moved the brunet's arm back onto his chest. Sitting up and stretching, bones popping as he did so, he nudged Wilbur with his foot, trying to stir him from his sleep.

"Wil," he whisper-shouted, causing Wilbur's face to scrunch up, eyes closed. "Willll," he repeated quietly. "Get up, I thought you wanted to see Tommy open his presents?" he said, kicking him again.

At the mention of Tommy, brown eyes flung open, curly hair sticking up wildly as he blinked blearily.

"Thanks Tech," he replied, voice crackly still from sleep. Hazel orbs panned around the room. "Where's Phil?" he asked, getting up from the couch. Techno just shrugged, unsure himself.

Walking out of the living room, they saw Phil on his phone, smiling.

"I'm glad you understand Kristen," they heard him say. Realizing he was talking to someone, they walked away, deciding to give the older some privacy. The two brunet's tip-toed up the stairs instead, plans of annoying the younger blond forming.

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"Wilbur, I hate you, you are a bitch," Tommy hissed through the closed and locked door, likely scowling behind the paneled wood. "You could have killed me!" he cried.

The taller of the brunet's, who currently waited for the teenager to exit his room, rolled his eyes. "Me jumping on you wouldn't kill you."

Irritated whines were muffled by the door before a disheveled Tommy opened the door, blue eyes more awake then when Wilbur had jumped on him only minutes before.

"Techno, I'm entrusting you with my life, this bitch has tried to maul me twice," he scowled, though there wasn't any anger behind it, at Wilbur. "As I am the biggest man ever, aside from Philza Minecraft, you have to comply."

Techno laughed, ruffling the blond's head. He pretended he didn't notice the way Tommy flinched from the touch, and made a mental note to ask before he touched him again.

The way he responded made something awful fester in his heart, an angry sort of feeling, but he pushed it down, trying to drown it out. There would be time to be angry later, but not now. Not when Tommy's smile was brighter than the heart wrenching expression on his face when they first showed up.

Wilbur grabbed the teen's hand, looking excited.

"Tommy, listen, come downstairs! We got presents!" he cheered, dragging the confused child down the stairs.

"...presents...?" Tommy asked, voice small, unheard by Wilbur who was babbling on about wrapping paper. Techno however, picked it up. The anger made an ugly twist in his heart.

Breathing in and out, he made his way downstairs, calming himself down.

Phil was in the living room now, phone out to record them opening gifts they'd gotten like some sort of proud dad, saying something along the lines of Kristen saying hi. Wilbur had already begun to separate the gifts into piles, one for each of them, Tommy's being the largest.

Said blond sat quietly, seemingly shocked by the amount of colorfully wrapped gifts that sat in front of him. He looked up at Techno, who watched intently, looking questioning.

"There for you," he replied, already knowing what the teen couldn't convey with words. Blue eyes filled with small, unshed tears, mouth forming a happy smile.

"Thanks," he whispered, turning back to Wilbur and Phil who were currently arguing about how Phil had picked ugly wrapping paper. Techno sat down, feeling a sense of something he couldn't describe enveloping him. He watched as Tommy laughed, Wilbur beaming at him and Phil trying not to shake with laughter as he held his phone steady.