JackCrutchie Oneshots

Mistletoe

A/N: Listen. I know its been forever. My college days are busy and I die every night :) but I think I'll be able to write more yay! As always: I take requests :) As the holiday season is here: get ready for some winter-themed fun write something if I wanted to get out of my funk.

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It was an ugly little thing, the mistletoe. Crutchie had found it, the plastic mistletoe, while shopping and couldn't help but buy it, not exactly breaking his wallet with the price. It made him laugh, the silly tradition of mistletoe.

Still, Crutchie stopped laughing when he stepped into his apartment, the one he shared with Jack, playing with the mistletoe between his fingers. His nose was still red from the cold, shaking slightly as his body became used to the new found warmth of the apartment.

"Jacky?" Crutchie called out towards his room, and when getting no response, sighed a breath of relief and set to hang up the mistletoe.

As silly as he had thought it was before, Crutchie did like the idea of kissing Jack under it. Sure, they kissed all the time, Jack being such a sensual person and Crutchie needing to be touched practically every second; they kissed a lot. But a holiday tradition that's whole rule was a kiss if two people were standing under it? Crutchie liked that idea a lot.

It took Crutchie a long while to set it up, it being hard to balance without his crutch. He set up a small footstool that was able to help him reach the top of his bedroom door. Once he had climbed, it was easy to set up the mistletoe.

It almost looked sort of pretty. The mistletoe fit the room nicely, in a weird way. It almost seemed like the mistletoe wanted to be there, wanted to sit above the doorway of Jack and Crutchie's room. However Crutchie knew it was just inanimate object, but that did not stop him from thinking it wanted to be there. After all, who were we to judge where objects wanted to be?

Crutchie laughed to himself at his thoughts. He knew for a fact that if Racetrack was there he would be judge immensely and laughed at profusely. If David was there, he would probably laugh that way he always did, but with a slight smile that was trying to hide how he was judging his friends. David would probably tell Crutchie that it was just a tradition that meant nothing; he could kiss Jack without the workings of a plant; a plastic one at that. Romeo would probably tell him that he had the idea first.

Still, when Crutchie was done hanging up the mistletoe, he looked at it with a sense of pride. It wasn't often but he was able to hang things up or do most anything without Jack behind him. Now, he didn't mind Jack wanting to help him, but the way Jack looked at him whenever he did something simple by himself made Crutchie happy.

It wasn't long after the mistletoe was hung, that Crutchie was no longer alone. He heard the door open and that all-too-familiar whistle that came from the lips of Jack whenever he came home. Quickly, Crutchie put away the ladder and was lying on his bed by the time Jack had walked into the room. He looked at him with a smile, his fingertips tapping against the bedframe.

"Hello, Jacky." Crutchie grinned, looking up at the mistletoe above Jacks head. It looked so pretty, the stupid plastic did, and Jack was pretty, too. "Stay there."

"Hey, babe." Jack grinned back, taking his cap off of his head and fluffing up the brown mess of hair that was underneath it. "What?" He chuckled at the order, his body straightening. "Why?"

Crutchie stood up, then, grabbing his crutch and making his way to Jack. "I have a surprise." He was sort of surprised Jack hadn't seen it already, as the mistletoe wasn't exactly an easy thing to hide and Jack wasn't short. Crutchie excused him not being observant for his tiredness.

"A surprise?" Jack smiled brightly, placing his hand on one of Crutchie's hips. "What do you mean?"

Crutchie giggled softly, "look up," he rolled his eyes, affectionate, "please?" He added to the end with an extra hint of sweetness.

Jack looked up, chuckling when he saw the mistletoe. "Oh-" he spoke out with surprise that was hidden under his laugh, "now, what could that be?"

"You know-" Crutchie couldn't help that he let himself whine a little bit.

"You hung up a weed in our apartment, Crutch, that can't be too sanitary." Jack teased with a shake of his head.

Crutchie pouted, pulling away, "its plastic, it's not a weed."

Jack shrugged, pulling Crutchie back towards him. "Who said weeds can't be plastic, too?"

"Shut up." Crutchie pressed his hand into Jacks shoulder.

"Okay, okay," Jack thought it was fun to get Crutchie riled up, so teasing him came easy. "It's cute. I like it."

"Do you really?" Crutchie questioned, his own hand on Jacks shoulder. "Because you don't seem that excited." He tried to guilt Jack into acting more excited, his hand sliding into his hair.

"Aw-" Jack leaned into the touch, "I'm sorry, I like it, really, it's been a long day is all. I need to recharge."

"I can make you tea." Crutchie offered, knowing well that Jack asked him to help him recharge daily, but it wasn't with tea.

Jack scrunched his nose, shaking his head. "No, not right now." He whined, deep in his throats coming a soft groan.  It was Jacks turn to pout now, "you know, I've been home two whole minutes and you haven't kissed me once. Aren't there rules for this weed above our heads that end with your lips and mine?"

"Admit it's not a weed and you think it's cute that I did this." Crutchie turned his head away, eyes closed in defiance.

Jack was more than happy to oblige, the lightest touch of his fingers turning Crutchie's head back towards his. "It's not a weed." He kept laughing, even if he was trying to be serious, "and I think you're very cute."

"I didn't ask if I was cute, I asked it what I did was cute." Crutchie didn't turn his head away again, looking Jack in his eyes.

"Is there really a difference? Kiss?" Jack pleaded, turning on as much of his charm as he could.

Crutchie sighed, though did now connect the space between them. If Crutchie could describe it, the kiss was exactly what it was meant to be; a ringing bell of a kiss that signaled all times and happiness of the holiday season. Crutchie thought of their kiss as snowflakes landing on a bank of green, coloring it the purest and softest way it could. What is love but how two people kiss under mistletoe?

"Woah-" Jack cheered cockily, his tongue darting over his lips. "Let's keep that up," he referenced up to the mistletoe.

"Really?" Crutchie, excited, quickly pressed his lips to Jacks again. "So you do like it?"

"Baby," Jack spoke, exasperated and leaning back, "Kiss me like that again, I'll keep the mistletoe up all year."