***I hadn't planned on posting here anymore, but once I saw how many people
had me on their author's alert, I felt guilty. So, to assuage my
conscience, I'm posting a few fics here. Hope it's worth it!***
Title: Under the Mistletoe
Author: Never
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Harry/Tom
Disclaimer: If I owned them, I'd be a much happier person.but I don't.
Warnings: Slash. AU
Summary: Harry and Tom set out presents for their son on Christmas Eve.
AN: For hxt_lightning's Ink on a Dark Ship Christmas Carol challenge. Song: "I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa Claus". AU. I think the kid may be a little too understanding of his parents' libido, but let's just say that fits under the AU banner.
***
Christmas Eve night, Harry laid down beside his son on the small twin bed. "Now, you have to go to sleep so Santa can come and leave all his presents for you," he whispered into James' ear.
"But I want to see Santa, Mommy," the little one protested.
"James, Santa won't come if you're awake. Remember the Christmas carol we sang earlier with Daddy? 'He sees you when you're sleeping. He knows when you're awake.'"
James' forehead wrinkled, "Does that mean that Santa is like Daddy? He knows everything?"
Harry smiled back at his child, "Yes, I suppose it does. Now, go to sleep so Santa can come."
"Okay, Mommy." With an exaggerated yawn, the dark haired boy rolled over and closed his eyes.
Harry waited a moment before sneaking out of the nursery to go down the hall. Entering the living room, he saw Tom shoving dozens of presents under the Christmas tree.
Tom froze and turned around to see if he had been caught. "Oh, it's just you. I thought James had gotten up."
"No, I think he's in for the night. Turn on the music, it's too quiet in here."
"I wanted to be able to tell if he was coming down the hall."
"He won't," Harry said.
Tom shook his head as he walked over to turn on the music. Christmas carols played while Harry gently hung James' full stocking by the fireplace. The Gryffindor started when he felt arms turning him toward his husband.
"If he's anything like you, he'll be peeking around the corner any minute," Tom grinned against Harry's lips.
"Anything like me? You're the troublemaker in the family. I'm innocent." Harry stood on his toes to lick the end of Tom's nose, then lowered himself so he could kiss his husband again.
Tom looked down on his love's face, then smiled when he noticed that they were standing under mistletoe. "Look. It's meant to be," he said, running his tongue over Harry's lips before pushing his tongue further in.
Harry barely noticed being lowered to the floor and his robe being pushed away.
James' eyes widen as he watched from his hiding place by the hallway, but he softly giggled when he heard the carol playing.
"I saw Mommy kissing Santa Clause, underneath the mistletoe last night."
The little boy snuck back to bed while his parents laid naked in front of the flames.
Title: Under the Mistletoe
Author: Never
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Harry/Tom
Disclaimer: If I owned them, I'd be a much happier person.but I don't.
Warnings: Slash. AU
Summary: Harry and Tom set out presents for their son on Christmas Eve.
AN: For hxt_lightning's Ink on a Dark Ship Christmas Carol challenge. Song: "I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa Claus". AU. I think the kid may be a little too understanding of his parents' libido, but let's just say that fits under the AU banner.
***
Christmas Eve night, Harry laid down beside his son on the small twin bed. "Now, you have to go to sleep so Santa can come and leave all his presents for you," he whispered into James' ear.
"But I want to see Santa, Mommy," the little one protested.
"James, Santa won't come if you're awake. Remember the Christmas carol we sang earlier with Daddy? 'He sees you when you're sleeping. He knows when you're awake.'"
James' forehead wrinkled, "Does that mean that Santa is like Daddy? He knows everything?"
Harry smiled back at his child, "Yes, I suppose it does. Now, go to sleep so Santa can come."
"Okay, Mommy." With an exaggerated yawn, the dark haired boy rolled over and closed his eyes.
Harry waited a moment before sneaking out of the nursery to go down the hall. Entering the living room, he saw Tom shoving dozens of presents under the Christmas tree.
Tom froze and turned around to see if he had been caught. "Oh, it's just you. I thought James had gotten up."
"No, I think he's in for the night. Turn on the music, it's too quiet in here."
"I wanted to be able to tell if he was coming down the hall."
"He won't," Harry said.
Tom shook his head as he walked over to turn on the music. Christmas carols played while Harry gently hung James' full stocking by the fireplace. The Gryffindor started when he felt arms turning him toward his husband.
"If he's anything like you, he'll be peeking around the corner any minute," Tom grinned against Harry's lips.
"Anything like me? You're the troublemaker in the family. I'm innocent." Harry stood on his toes to lick the end of Tom's nose, then lowered himself so he could kiss his husband again.
Tom looked down on his love's face, then smiled when he noticed that they were standing under mistletoe. "Look. It's meant to be," he said, running his tongue over Harry's lips before pushing his tongue further in.
Harry barely noticed being lowered to the floor and his robe being pushed away.
James' eyes widen as he watched from his hiding place by the hallway, but he softly giggled when he heard the carol playing.
"I saw Mommy kissing Santa Clause, underneath the mistletoe last night."
The little boy snuck back to bed while his parents laid naked in front of the flames.