This lil' ditty is the result of combining three things: sleep deprivation, eggnog, and RocknRolla. Feedback is always welcome.
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Handsome Bob looked around the flat with tired amusement. What had started as a wild party to celebrate both the hols and One Two's new flat had finally begun to wind down. Too tired to really partake in the festivities but still unwilling to go back to his own tiny flat, Bob had stretched himself out on the small sofa idly drinking some eggnog.
There were only a few stragglers left now. Cookie was still dancing in the main room. Well, at least it appeared to be some sort of dance as it was more of a shuffle with a twist of hip every now and then. Mumbles was doing his best not to laugh at the spectacle while savoring the last bit of his cigar. Fred had finally gotten the nerve to chat up Dolly. Though she was completely delighted by this turn of events, she was making him work for it a bit - bless her. The most surprising straggler, however, was still singing a bit off key on One Two's beloved karaoke machine.
Bob didn't know which surprised him more; the fact that Archy had a secret love for music or the fact that he showed up at One Two's flat in the first place. Apparently the end of Lenny had given Archy more breathing room. The look of absolute shock on One Two's face when Archy had belted out notes to Mustang Sally was utterly priceless. Of course the wily Scotsman refused to be outdone and the dueling began. It was hard to say who was winning, really. Both blokes were having a hard time keeping a straight face while other man was singing botched up versions of Christmas carols.
Ah, they had gotten to the slower of the melodies now. He had to admit that even though One Two's rendition of Silent Night was far superior to Archy's Oh Holy Night; it made his eyes all the more heavier. He felt himself sink deeper into the cushions of the sofa and laid his head back on one of the pillows.
Maybe just a few minutes … was his last thought as he closed his eyes and sank into oblivion.
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Bob was jolted awake thanks to vigorous shake to his shoulder. He looked blearily to the source of his rude awakening who was perched on the arm of the sofa above his head.
"Ya know s'rude to fall asleep at a party; especially my party- right, boyo?" One Two, sitting with his arms crossed with a slight scowl on his face, looked for all the world like a vengeful man who meant serious business. Until he ruined the image by grinning crookedly when Handsome Bob yawned and flipped him off.
Bob met One Two's mischievous green eyes with a dark baleful look that only the truly sleep deprived can deliver. This of course, just made One Two grin even more.
Ignoring the Scotsman for the time being, Bob sat up and stretched slowly taking a long look around the empty flat. The karaoke machine was still on, playing some more soft Christmas carols. Decorations were strewn everywhere throughout the entire place and some of the holly was beginning to sag a bit. There was one lonely bit of mistletoe strung above the doorway that lead to the kitchen with most of the white berries still on it. Apparently One Two hadn't been getting many ladies over or the thing would have already been plucked bare.
"What happened? Did you toss out the gang in a huff because Archy won the Karaoke Cup?" Bob grinned wryly at One Two's disgruntled look and got a slap to the back of his head for his trouble.
"For yer information, it was a draw." One Two's Scottish drawl had taken on a bit of haughtiness and his disgruntled look deepened further to the point of pouting… well, if one had nerve enough to call it pouting. Bob was tempted to toe the line never the less.
"Mumbles finally had enough, did he? What'd he do? Threaten to record the whole thing and use it for blackmail?" This earned him another slap, but it was worth it.
"I ought to toss ya out on yer arse! I would too - if ya didna have dishes w'yer name on em!" One Two dragged a now completely awake and protesting Bob towards the kitchen and shoved him inside. When Bob made a move to duck around the taller man, One Two managed to get a hold Bob's t-shirt and held him to the door frame just outside the kitchen. When Bob made to make another protest, One Two silenced him with a weary look.
"Think of it as payment for fallin asleep at a party - yer lucky I didna do somethin to ya while you were still sleepin'."
Bob quirked an eyebrow at this comment before he gently grasped the hand that had pinned him to the doorframe. He slowly grazed his thumb over the Scot's knuckles before looking the other man in the eye. One Two had frozen in place at the sudden change in behavior of his friend and was now watching him warily. Bob smiled a slow, crooked grin and cranked on the charm. It was all or nothing now.
"Oh you're such a tease, Mr. One Two. What am I to do but wonder about all the kinky things you could have done to me while I was sleepin?"
"Kinky things? Wha' kind o-" One Two muttered helplessly before his brain caught up with him and connected the dots. "Wait! I didna' mean that- I wasna' goin' t- Did you think tha' I was- but I-"
One Two let go of Bob and backed up against the other side of the door frame and was sputtering on needlessly about the things that he didn't mean. Bob was trying to not relish in the older man's embarrassment too much. One Two was flustered and Handsome Bob was now in his element. Bob took a step forward that put him face to face with the panicky Scot who then ceased his defensive rambling. Though he could have easily moved, One Two had something akin to a 'deer in the headlights' look and was frozen to the doorframe.
Bob leaned closer to One Two and whispered "I know you wouldn't have done anything…" One Two breathed a tiny sigh of relief and laughed a bit. One Two bashfully grinned lopsidedly at the younger man who was still standing very close to him.
"Ya really had me goin' Bobski, I thought ya were really gonna-" Bob had leaned in that final inch and brushed his warm lips against One Two's, stunning the other man into silence. Amazed that the Scot hadn't made a break for it so far, Bob placed his hand on One Two's chest and deepened the kiss a little more. One Two moaned a little and gave in to the kiss without reservation.
Bob couldn't believe that after years of wanting to do just this one thing to this one particular man, he was finally getting what he had longed for. He felt one slow shaky hand touch his shoulder and One Two tried to pull him closer. Bob inwardly smiled, savoring this new development and gently broke off the kiss.
"Bob?" One Two whispered, confused at the break in contact. Bob smiled a small sexy grin before reaching up above One Two's head. Bob plucked a small white berry from an otherwise innocent looking bunch of mistletoe.
"I always knew these things were good for something other than decoration." He tucked the small berry in his pocket before making his way to the front door where his coat was waiting for him.
"Since it's so late, I ought ta be goin'. I'll be seein you around - eh, Mr. One Two?" One Two - still slightly befuddled, nodded helplessly as Handsome Bob walked out the door with a bounce in his step and whistling - whistling mind you- an upbeat tune.
Leaning against the doorframe, One Two stared up at the mistletoe with a mix of wonder and uncertainty. He never ever thought that the night's events would lead to something like this. Or that he'd enjoy it… Still not quite ready to believe that little tid bit, he looked all around his flat to confirm that the events of the night had actually happened and was not the result of some eggnog induced dream.
Then he glanced in the kitchen and he realized that he was stuck with doing the dishes that Handsome Bob was supposed to do.
Irritated, frustrated, and a wee bit confused, One Two began to think of ways to get back at the man who turned his world upside down in a mere instant.
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