V (boyxboy short stories)

Variegated Christmas.

     The strong scent of evergreen clung onto the air and walls, on which variegated fairy lights danced to the tune of carols. The wide window of the living room framed a shower of snowflakes, glowing like minuscule little ghosts in the pitch blackness of night.

    Underneath the window, by the sill hanged a row of socks, six pairs. The first was of a dead-meat-red color, then came a pair of long, black and grey striped stockings followed by purple socks. The next ones had an argyle theme of beige, red and white, followed by a pair that was of a soft, light green, and the last one was simply black.

     (Guess which pair of socks belongs to whom! Choices: Veronique, Matthews, William, Oliver, Mr. Quin and Mr. Grimerson. You win dedication on this chapter!)

     On the couch of Mr. Grimerson and Quin's residence sat the inhabitants themselves, joined by Matthews and William. The black haired man was sprawled back, an arm over the backrest while he nibbled on his thumbnail.

     His eyes were using the maximum concentration of his brain, leaving the carol a distant murmur at the back of his head.

     He was eyeing Veronique up and down while the boy sang along with Oliver, both standing straight before them, just by the big, pompous Christmas tree.

     Everyone had on a formal wear, and Veronique's outfits never ceased to just mess Matthews up. The boy had on an interesting shirt, black and long sleeved, though it had a second pair of sleeves, short with red background and black lines, in plaid texture.

     The short sleeves matched his short plaid pants, large enough to look like a skirt on him. Then came the black and grey stockings that Matthews had yet to grow tired of. Between those and the shorts, his pale white skin was exposed, smooth and inviting as ever.

     Ever since he's moved on land, he grew a passion for fashion. His closet varied from vintage to retro and combined.

     This one... had to be one of Matt's favorites. He just couldn't look away for a second, especially from his legs. As always, they never quite touched each other, only those defined bumps of the ankles did.

     Matthews shifted around and glanced up at the boy's eyes. His irises remained that same strong, glowing shade of turquoise despite the tree lights attempting to mix in with it. His white teeth shone proudly from behind pale lips, wide open and tugged into a cheeky smile that made faint lines appear on his porcelain skin.

     (song to the right- I'm writing based on the original by Eartha Kitt)

     "Santa baby, just slip a sable under the tree... For me!"

     William raised his scarf to hide his smug grin while Oliver toyed with his long hair seductively.

     "Been an awful good boy, Santa baby...So hurry down the chimney tonight!"

     Oliver mimicked his interpretation of 'chimney' in a rather obscene manner. Grimerson huffed out offended and Quin snickered.

     Matthews just gaped at the sway of Veronique's hips, left and right with his knees sometimes brushing each other. Oliver's movements were similar, but his tall frame and goofy personality made it impossible to be taken for serious.

     Thus, William just laughed along with Quin at the display. Oliver pouted quivery and continued singing, holding his hair in two ponytails while approaching William.

     "Think of all the fun I've missed, think of all the fellas that I haven't kissed..."

     "Excuse you?" Matthew squinted his eyes daringly and Veronique covered his mouth giddily.