HAHAHAHA IM BACK AND I COME BEARING FLUFF ENJOY
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It's winter in Vegas.
So needless to say, not very cold.
But Boris and Theo are determined to be somewhat festive so while Theo adorns an absolutely horrendous "Christmas Hawaiian shirt" that he stole from his dad's closet and is way to big for him, Boris wears an extremely oversized and extremely ugly sweater.
They're sat on the couch sharing a cigarette, Theo's head in the raven haired boy's lap.
A sight that, although seemingly wasn't very heterosexual of the pair, was not uncommon amongst the teens.
Some old Christmas movie playing quietly in the background. The truth was, neither boy was paying much attention to the program, both of them much to infatuated with the other to care much about television.
Theo was focusing on how delicately boris played with his hair. How his nimble fingers gently stroked his head (why did I make it sound like that what-). Boris seemed quite intimidating, but never to Theo. Theo admired how soft he was with him, almost like Theodore was his most prized possession he could never bare to break.
Meanwhile boris was focusing on the boy who's head was in his lap.
The boy who he loved more than anything in this world. The boy he could never bare to lose.
His most prized possession.
Well, not his per say.
Though both boys knew there wasn't really a word to describe their relationship, they both desperately wanted something more than friendship. But they would never dare mention that.
Suddenly Theodore got up, moving across the room quietly in his sock clad feet. Boris pouted before complaining. Claiming that now he was cold. Theodore told him he'd only be a minute when he came back he had a cup of eggnog, a delicacy that Theo insisted boris stuff under his coat before exiting the supermarket.
Before he sat back down he took a small sip, then setting the cup down on the table and sitting back down, this time sitting up.
Boris disagreed with this.
He reached out and pulled Theo close to him. Setting him on his lap.
"Boris what are you doing-"
"Shh potter, I told you I was cold."
He insisted. Theo rolled his eyes before lightly mumbling something about how it was "200 fucking degrees" before turning back to the television, a light rosy hue painted beautifully over his freckled cheeks.
Boris suddenly turned Theo's face back towards him and placed his lips on his.
He could taste the sweet eggnog on his lips and fireworks erupted in both boys hearts.
Theo pulls away after a while, leaning his forehead on the other boys before laughing slightly, still somewhat out of breath
"What, where your lips cold too?"
"Shut the fuck up, Potter." And then they continued.
But it was okay.
I have no idea why I decided to base this around Christmas time lmao I'll probably make a Halloween one soon as it's spooky season bitch but anyway I hope you liked it I wrote it in like and hour rip sort it's trash.
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