Stash of Minecraft One Shots

Preston/Rob

“Jingle bells jingle bells.” Preston sang, awkwardly dancing in his kitchen. Yeah it was October, yeah he was dancing, who gave a fuck right? 

“PERSTON TURN DOWN YOUR MUSIC!” Rob yelled, and Preston stuck his tongue out in Rob’s direction, which was upstairs. 

“NEVER!” He yelled back, and giggled. Seconds later, a door slammed shut, and he laughed again. Rob hated it when people disturbed his recordings. Speaking of recordings.... Preston’s mind whirled. He turned off the stove, and jogged up to his room. Under five minutes, he had opened Minecraft, and logged onto the Pokemon server. Through the thin wall, he heard Rob groan. Preston couldn’t help giggle, it was unnatural for him to giggle, especially like that. He began typing things in the chat, including Christmas song lyrics. Finally he heard Rob slam down his headphones in the other room. In a flash, he’d logged off, shut down his computer, and jumped onto his bed, grabbing his phone. Rob stomped in, clearly pissed. 

“What the hell dude?!” He cried, and Preston held in a giggle.

“You needed Christmas cheer.” He said slyly, getting up off the bed, and inching closer to the exit.

“I’ll give you Christmas cheer alright.” Rob muttered, lunging for Preston. But the nineteen year old was already running. Rob cursed, and raced after the giggling man. Preston shrieked as he narrowly missed the edge off the coffee table, slipping on the linoleum floor.  Rob had caught up to him now, and he lunged for Preston’s legs. Preston fell to the ground with a grunt, and found himself pinned down. At that second, a crack of thunder shattered the air, and the lights disappeared. The only sounds were their heavy breathing, and the sudden sound of rain pattering on the roof. Rob sat up, still sitting on Preston’s stomach. Preston was blushing profusely, and was relieved when Rob got up to look out the window. 

“Freak storm or something.” Rob called as he pulled back a curtain.

“Yeah.” Preston leaned on his elbow, catching his breath. “Sounds right.” Rob opened the door to the basement, and thundered down the steps. That was too close for Preston’s comfort. He stood slowly, and walked up the four steps to get to the hall that lead to his room. With shaking hands, he tapped out a message to Mitch, to tell him the power was out at the house and to stay at Jerome’s. 

“Preston?!” Rob shouted, and Preston jumped up, and poked his head out his door.

“What?” He yelled back. 

“Come to the basement, I need your help!” He groaned, and trudged down the stairs. Rob sat in front of their wood stove, a box of matches in one hand, and some newspaper in the other. 

“Wat?” Preston asked in a whinny voice. 

“I can’t get a fire going.” Preston made an over exaggerated sigh, and knelt down, taking the matches and newspaper from the clueless Youtuber. He pulled a lighter out of his back pocket, and lit the newspaper on fire, before shoving it inside the stove and closing the iron door.

“When did you have a lighter?” Preston shrugged, stuffing back in a pocket.

“When did we have a wood stove?” 

“Touché.” Rob got up, and jogged back up the stairs. Preston glanced back to the flames, and leaned against the cream sofa. 

“Preston, come on wake up.” Preston waved at the hand, and turned over. He heard a sigh, and then a door opened. Cold air hit his body in waves, and he opened his eyes to glare at the person who opened the door. Rob was smirking at him, holding open the sliding door. He shut it once he saw Preston was up. 

“Jeez you look like I killed your dog.” Rob laughed, sitting beside him. Preston propped himself up, pulling the blanket closer.

“You ruined my nap you cactus.” Preston whacked Rob on the arm. Rob grinned, and Preston’s hand ghosted over Rob’s arm. He was shocked to find it was ice cold. He reached over, and grabbed Rob’s hands. Same thing, freezing cold.

“Aren’t you cold?” Rob shrugged.  “Come here.” Rob let out a gasp as Preston pulled him closer, wrapping his arms around Rob’s middle. Preston leaned his head on Rob’s shoulder, and the other slowly warmed up to it, pulling Preston close. It turned into them cuddling. Rob pulled the blanket closer around them, the fire’s warmth slowly lulling both of them to sleep.

“Preston?”

“Yeah?”

“You should play Christmas music more often.”

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Anyone know what the shipping name for this is??? Dedicated to Tiny_2001 cause she wanted this pairing. This is a bunch of ideas mixed into one. And I was listening to Christmas music. I am right now actually. I know its not Thanksgiving. My excuse is the best way to spread Christmas cheer is singing loudly for all to hear. This is my head start on Christmas cheer. ;)