12 Days of Kissmas (Eric Singer x Tommy Thayer)

On the Fourth Day of Christmas

I took a sip of eggnog, leg pressed against Tommy's thigh, before reaching over trying to steal a cookie off his plate. He smacked my hand away. "Not a chance," he said with a grin. Rolling my eyes, I rose to my feet, walking over to the coffee table and grabbing a few cookies of my own. "Hey, Eric! Can you come into the kitchen?" Gene called. Heaving a sigh, I set down my plate of cookies next to Tommy. "I know exactly how many I have," I said, taking a sip of eggnog and giving him a pointed look. He grinned, holding up his hands. "Don't worry about it! I won't do anything," he said.

Nodding, I moved past Ace and Peter who were sitting on the other couch, very contently making out, before joining Gene and Paul in the kitchen. "What'd you want me to do?" I asked, leaning on the counter. "Aw, it was you? I thought Gene wanted to see me," Eric said with a sigh, before walking over to the freezer and grabbing some ice cream. "Excuse you, who said you could have any?" Gene snapped, and Eric grinned. "I said so. Anyway, gotta go find my husband," he said, ducking out of the kitchen.

Shaking his head, Gene turned to me, Paul moving to my side. "So? How's it going?" he asked in a low voice. "Oh! Y-you mean with...with him?" I asked, and they both nodded, grinning like idiots. "I mean...it's going fine, I guess! We went Christmas shopping and then yesterday he came over and we wrapped Christmas presents and then well today we're here together," I mumbled. They exchanged smug smiles. "Nice, nice. What's the plan for tomorrow?" Paul asked. "I dunno! I haven't been planning these things out, I'm making this up as I go along!" I hissed. 

"Oh, I know what you should do! Take him on a drive tomorrow night to look at Christmas lights. Then oh no Tommy it's like past midnight, I can't have you drive home, just spend the night at my house, and oh no I've only got one bed, looks like we'll have to share, and oh no I spilled a drink all over your clothes, guess you'll have to take them off, I'll take mine off too, oh no looks like we're--" "Shut up!" I snapped, giving Gene a shove, and he and Paul dissolved into laughter. "I hate you both. But the first part isn't actually bad idea," I said, and Gene grinned. "I know, it's a great idea. All of it is a great idea." 

"No, the last part is definitely not a great idea. Literally only the first sentence is. Now I'm gonna go back to the party, don't fucking give me away!" I grumbled. "We would never!" Paul cried, giving me a hurt look as he wrapped his arms around Gene's neck. Rolling my eyes, I just walked back to the living room, taking a seat next to Tommy. "There you are! What'd Gene need?" he asked. "Oh he just--hey! I had five of them left!" I cried, looking at my plate of cookies. "Mm no you definitely always had two," Tommy said with a grin. "Uh huh. Go get me three more." "No can do, Eric got to them first." 

I looked at the now empty tray on the coffee table, heaving a sigh and going back to sitting close against him. "I hate you," I grumbled. He laughed, slipping an arm around my shoulders. "Hey, I did you a favor and saved you some calories," he teased. Rolling my eyes, I stuck my tongue out at Eric across the room, who flipped me off, nestling even more against Bruce's side. Bruce smiled, playing with his husband's hair. "When your sugar high crashes don't come complaining to me later." "I won't, because I'll be fine!" Eric protested.

The eight of us hung out for a few more hours, with Gene and Paul shooting me constant smug glances, before at last Tommy and I headed home. "Damn, a lot of nice Christmas lights," he said absentmindedly as we drove back to my house, and my heart leapt as he gave me the perfect segue. "Yeah, there really are. Hey, we should like go for a drive tomorrow night and look at them," I said carelessly. He gave me a grin. "Yeah, that would be nice! You want to drive this time?" "Sure! We can go once it's dark, which is like at 5 now thanks to winter, so any time you want to just let me know." "Sounds like a plan, I'm looking forward to it," he said, pulling into my driveway and giving me a parting wave as I walked into my house. The instant the door closed behind me, I punched the air triumphantly. "Hell yeah!" 

The next day my phone buzzed and I looked at the text from Tommy with a smile. 

Hey! Wanna pick me up at like nine? ;)

Sounds like a plan, I'll see you then! :)

Heart racing, I got ready, pulling on a festive t-shirt and scrounging up a green bandana to tie my hair back with. Letting out a sigh, I glanced at the clock. 7. Two more hours until I could go get him, which was gonna feel like forever. 

Despite that, it felt like no time at all had passed before I was in my car, heading to his house. He gave me a smile, sliding into the passenger seat. "Hey! Damn I love how you always coordinate your bandana with your shirt, that's adorable," he said. I felt my face go pink and shrugged. "Oh, well, I mean I wear them all the time, might as well match," I said sheepishly. "Good point. They look cute on you," he said, and I was immensely grateful that it was dark and he couldn't see just how crimson my face was at this point. 

"So where're we gonna go?" he asked. "Oh, probably like to the richer neighborhoods since you know, they always go all out and stuff." "That's true, they do. This was a good idea though, I'm excited for this!" "Y-yeah, me too!" I said, trying desperately to stay casual. It was really nice to drive through the pretty much silent time, looking at the various Christmas lights people had decorated their houses with. Of course I ended up spending more time looking at Tommy, whose eyes were shining in the reflection from the lights.

"Damn you're cute," I murmured. "What'd you say?" he asked, giving me a grin, and I froze. "Uhh I said that house was cute! W-with the lights and stuff! Anyway let's move on." He laughed, ruffling my hair, and I nearly melted. As much as I hated to admit it, Gene was right. It was a good idea to look at the lights. It was warm in the car but dark outside, with the lights twinkling brightly. It was romantic as hell and would've been the perfect setup to lean over and kiss him, but I wasn't ready for that yet. It didn't matter though, I had time. 

Four days down, eight to go.