Reddie,Byler,ElMax,Boreo&Freebat Oneshots

Boreo 1

Under the Mistletoe

ItReallyBeLikeThatSometimesHuh

Christmas wasn't a big deal in their newly shared household. Boris had never truly ever celebrated the holiday and Theo had been significantly less happy with holidays ever since his mother had passed all those years ago. They left a bitter taste in his mouth and he'd rather avoid the festivities altogether, except Boris seemed enamored with the idea of Christmas decorations. Theo couldn't quite wrap his head around the idea of it all, really. They were two grown men in a shared apartment that didn't even need to be decorated. He doubted it was even big enough for all the damn lights they'd gotten. Or rather, Boris had gotten all while he watched and had done little to protest.

Two shopping trips and a poorly made quick dinner later, they were home. Theo had protested that he had no interest in putting up decorations, to which Boris insisted he didn't need the help anyways. He left Boris in the kitchen doing god knows what to their counters, settling onto the couch to watch whatever cheesy shit Hallmark played this time of year. Turning the volume up to tune out Boris' loud singing in the next room, Theo soon dozed off to the sound of the television program he'd selected. He awoke sometime later, a different cliché film on and Popchyk settled across his lap. The old, now very chubby dog snoring on as if he didn't have a care in the world.

"Potter!"

He jolts out of his train of thought at the sound of Boris shouting from the kitchen. Popchyk barks, leaping off of the couch and into the kitchen at the other man's laughter. Rolling his eyes, he slides off of the couch and trudges over to stand in the doorway of the kitchen. There are multi colored Christmas lights strung around every surface of the kitchen, and Boris seems proud of his handiwork. It looks absolutely ridiculous and Theo plans to tell him that, too. But he's stopped by the little smirk that plays on Boris' lips, the one that means trouble. "What?" He asks, brows raised.

"Above you, Potter! Mistletoe is tradition, yes?" He looks above him and sees it. It certainly had to have been placed there by Boris, the sneaky bastard.

He knows his cheeks are flushed as red as that ridiculous Christmas sweater Boris is wearing as a joke right now, and he scoffs. "Boris, it isn't-" He tries, but the other man isn't having it. He tsks, stepping forward to stand in front of him, one brow raised in that stubborn way of his. "The two of us, under Mistletoe. Is a tradition that we kiss. You mentioned this once!" Fuck, okay, Yeah he did say that, didn't he?

"If you rather I would kiss Popchyk..." Boris starts and no, Theo decides he doesn't want to kiss him after he has dog breath. So he grumbles underneath his breath and pulls the other in by that ugly fucking sweater to kiss him hard. He kisses Boris for all that he's worth and he hopes he's knocked the breath out of the bastard and his knees are weak for the rest of the night because he deserves it. When they part Boris is glancing up at him with mottled cheeks and that lazy smirk that he already wants to kiss off of his mouth again.

"Is just for a kiss on the mouth, eh? Or can it b-"

Theo doesn't let him finish that one, pulling him in for another kiss. This one's messier than the first, and Theo has to grip the wood of the doorframe to anchor himself as Boris mouths at his neck soon afterwards. It's only when a leg is pressed between his thighs that he pulls Boris by the arm so they can tumble onto the couch in a mess of limbs and eager mouths.

They'll talk about the horrendous decorations later...