The Nightmare Before Christmas
By: Raichu
Rated: R for strong yaoi content
Disclaimer: I don't own Snowboard Kids 1, as you know. I'm not a
producer at Atlus. Also, I don't own Tim Burton's "The Nightmare
Before Christmas" - I named the fic that because it fits it and
because I guess I couldn't think of a name for it. ^^;;;
NOTICE: - This story is rated R because this chapter has a yaoi scene
that is for *Mature Audiences Only*. It's a really good fic though,
so if you're 16 or older, pleeze read and review! Thank you so much!
-Raichu
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After what seemed like a millenium of waiting, 8:30 finally arrived.
8:30 was the designated time for all the guests to arrive for the party.
Everything was set up...food was on the table, decorations were up, presents
for the guests were under the Christmas tree and the Christmas lights on the
Snobow Mansion were shining bright as ever.
Everybody was practically bouncing off the walls when the doorbell
rang for the first time that night.
"I'll get it!"
"No, I got it!"
"I've got it!"
All the kids rushed to the door and opened it all at the same time-
-and there stood the first guest, followed by all the others. As soon as
all the guests were inside and everything was ready, they started to play a
game. The game was Twister, and as usual, Tommy got picked to be the
spinner (for some reason no-one wanted to tell him that it was considered a
danger to have Tommy participate in Twister for the danger that he might fall
on someone, considering his superfluous weight.)
"Left hand on red!" Tommy announced.
Everybody tried to move their hand on red. Linda fell down right
away, due to being stretched across three other people.
"You're out, Linda!" Tommy told her.
"No I'm not!" She protested. "No one is 'out' in Twister!"
"Yeah they are, and you're out!" Tommy insisted.
Linda growled something nasty as she stormed off for the kitchen to
cool off her nerves.
"Okay, right foot on green!" Tommy continued.
Everyone attempted to put their right foot on a green spot. It
held pretty well until Slash fell down, causing everyone to fall down on top
of him.
"Everyone fell! Game over!" Tommy cried, rolling over on his back
in fits of laughter.
"Hey, that's no fair!" Slash yelled. "Can we start over?"
"Okay, you guys can start over if you want." Tommy agreed. "But if
someone else falls down again, then the game is officially over!"
"I'm sitting out of this one." Slash whined. "This game has unfair
rules."
"Oh well...." Tommy said, shaking his head, and waited for everyone
to get ready to start the next game.
Slash walked over to the foot of the stairs and sat down on the first
step. He watched everyone try to reach certain spots and getting tangled up
in one another's arms and legs and laughing.
"At least they're enjoying themselves." Slash pouted as he watched
them. "I hope I can participate in something that won't ridicule me in front
of everyone for once."
Slash continued to watch. He must have sat there for at least 15
minutes, watching the others. As he was just about to fall asleep, he heard
a noise like someone saying "pssst!"
Slash looked around for a minute or two, then whispered "Where are
you?"
"Up here!" The voice replied.
Slash turned around and looked up the stairs. Jam was sitting on the
top step.
"Jam? Why aren't you playing Twister?" Slash asked curiously.
"I don't like it, I guess. It gives me a backache. Hey, by the
way, I got a Christmas present for you."
Slash's eyes brightened. "You do?"
Jam grinned. "Yep. I thought you might want it early, knowing how
impatient you always get."
Slash nodded vigorously. "Yeah! Can I open it? Huh huh can I can I?"
Jam laughed. "Calm down, you spaz. I'll give it to you."
Slash was bouncing up and down with excitement. "Okay then, give me
it! I wanna open it right now!"
Jam smiled. "Okay. Come upstairs and get it."
Slash ran upstairs at literally light speed right past Jam. In reply,
Jam just shook his head and laughed, and followed Slash.
Jam walked into the bedroom where Slash was and laughed again.
"Trying to open it already? Don't think so." Jam said with a sigh,
and went over to help Slash open it.
"The wrapping won't come off of the darn thing!" Slash said as he
tried to rip off the wrapping paper and ribbon.
"I got scissors," Jam said, getting a pair of scissors out of the
nightstand drawer next to them. With one snip the paper and ribbons were
off.
"How do you do that?" Slash asked in a wondrous tone.
"Reflexes." Jam answered with a shrug of his shoulders.
Slash tore into the present like vultures into a piece of carrion in
the middle of the sahara desert. When he saw what it was he beamed.
"It's a black light for the bedroom! How did you know that I wanted
one of these?" Slash cheered.
"I know you well, and I know how much you like psychedelic glow-in
the-dark stuff and all. So I got you a black light." Jam replied.
Slash could only stare for a few moments, then he ran towards Jam and
threw his arms around him.
"Thank you so much!" Slash said again.
Jam held Slash against him, returning the hug. They stood like that
for a few moments, then Slash raised his head to look into Jam's eyes.
"I love you, did you know that?" Slash said with a giggle.
"I know." Jam said, somewhat admiringly.
After a moment of silence, Slash yawned.
"I'm getting tired." He muttered.
"So am I." Jam yawned. "Let's get ready for bed, so we can open our
presents tomorrow morning!"
"I'm with you." Slash agreed. "But first, I have to take a bath.
I'm getting a bit - um - stinky, if you ask me."
"I have to take one too." Jam hinted.
Slash could only stare at Jam for a moment, then he smiled.
"Okay...let's go then." Slash replied.
Jam smiled at Slash and began to purr loudly. Slash couldn't help
but put his arms around Jam once again - he loved Jam's purr more than
any other sound in the world. He remained in Jam's arms for a moment -
letting his ears absorb all the purring - and then he pulled back.
The two of them each got a clean pair of nightclothes and such and went into
the bathroom. However, once they stepped in and closed the door, they froze,
not quite knowing what to do next.
"Um......after you." Slash said to Jam.
"Thank you so much." Jam said, taking a bow, and then turned around
and began undressing.
Slash couldn't really help but stare. Jam had a wonderful figure and
not a trace of heaviness anywhere - infact, he almost had what you might call
a girlish figure - except he had a flat chest, of course. So Slash just
looked on, minding his business, but it was when Jam took off his boxers that
Slash began to blush and giggle a little.
Jam turned around. "What's so funny?"
Slash shook his head. "Nothin'."
Jam shrugged his shoulders and bent down to turn on the faucet in the
bathtub. Slash began to giggle again.
"What?!?" Jam asked, looking over his shoulder.
"Uh - full moon, Jam! Haaaaahahahahaha!!!" Slash laughed.
"Ha-ha-ha-very funny. Now get your stuff off and get ready." Jam
griped back at him.
Slash saw that Jam was getting ticked off, so he obeyed. Off came
everything in a matter of seconds - Slash was a fast dresser as well as a
fast UNdresser - by this time Jam was already sitting in the bathtub waiting
for it to fill up with hot water. Slash walked over with one hand in front
of his unmentionables so as not to be indecent, but Jam spoke up.
"It's alright, Slash. We're both boys." He said politely.
"Uh, okay, if you say so." Slash said doubtfully, and removed his
hand and stepped into the bath.
"Ahh! It's hot! Why did you have to make it so damn hot?!?" Slash
cursed feverishly.
"I like hot baths." Jam replied shortly, and laid his head against the
wall behind him.
"Well, isn't it a little too hot?"
"Nah. Just step in - you'll get used to it."
Slash slowly lowered himself in and sat down. After he got used to
it he laid his head back and sighed.
"See? It ain't so bad." Jam told him.
"I guess not..." Slash retorted.
The two of them lay there in silence, breathing in the vapors of the
hot water as they rested. Slash was in the middle of a daydream at this time
when he felt Jam rest his hand on his thigh. He was surprised at first, but
he liked it. He reached over to Jam and moved his hand towards his
lower stomach. His hand slid between Jam's legs and stayed there,
feeling every detail that his fingertips came across. Slash heard Jam
beginning to breathe faster, and this encouraged Slash to take it to a
higher level. He moved to the right and wrapped his arms around Jam and they
began passionately kissing. Slash could feel the very tip of Jam's tounge
begin to enter his mouth, and in response to this he stuck out his own
tounge and let it slide into Jam's mouth. They rolled over halfway,
causing bath bubbles and water to splash over the edge of the bathtub in a
sort of miniature tidal wave, soaking the rug on the floor as well as their
dirty clothes. Slash felt something poking his stomach and reached down to
close his hand around it. He immediately knew what it was, due to the fact
that it felt like it had it's own heartbeat and was stiff as a tree limb.
He was about to direct it towards his rear end when a shocked exclamation
snapped them out of their affair.
"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU GUYS DOING?!?" Tommy screamed from the bathroom
door entrance. Slash and Jam looked up immediately.
"AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" The two screamed it in unison. They
quickly reached over and pulled the shower curtain closed so hard that it
ripped one end off. Tommy took off at super speed for the downstairs living
room as fast as his husky legs could carry him, screaming all the way down.
When the other kids saw Tommy bolt downstairs all the questions rose
like a helium balloon on a windy day.
"What the heck is up with you?" Linda inquired snobbishly.
"Slash and Jam were making out in the bathtub!!!!" Tommy yelled at the
top of his deep voice.
"Slash and Jam were WHAT?!?" Linda could hardly believe what she had
just heard.
"You heard me! And it wasn't pretty, either!" Tommy cried.
"Are you sure that's what you saw?" Nancy asked him.
"I'm positive! I saw it with my own two eyes!" Tommy shouted back,
pointing to his pair of rather small eyes.
"That just isn't right." Linda said disgustedly.
"No, it isn't!" Tommy replied.
"Well, what do we do about it?" Linda asked.
"I know what we can do." Nancy replied gently. "Tomorrow after we
open our Christmas presents I'll talk to Slash in private and ask him what
went on and if he really is.....that way."
"Sounds good." Tommy nodded.
"Well, since the party's over, I guess we should all get to bed now."
Nancy told the others. "The faster we get to sleep, the sooner Santa Claus
will come to our mansion."
"I'm with you. Let's get to sleep." Tommy said with a yawn.
By: Raichu
Rated: R for strong yaoi content
Disclaimer: I don't own Snowboard Kids 1, as you know. I'm not a
producer at Atlus. Also, I don't own Tim Burton's "The Nightmare
Before Christmas" - I named the fic that because it fits it and
because I guess I couldn't think of a name for it. ^^;;;
NOTICE: - This story is rated R because this chapter has a yaoi scene
that is for *Mature Audiences Only*. It's a really good fic though,
so if you're 16 or older, pleeze read and review! Thank you so much!
-Raichu
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
After what seemed like a millenium of waiting, 8:30 finally arrived.
8:30 was the designated time for all the guests to arrive for the party.
Everything was set up...food was on the table, decorations were up, presents
for the guests were under the Christmas tree and the Christmas lights on the
Snobow Mansion were shining bright as ever.
Everybody was practically bouncing off the walls when the doorbell
rang for the first time that night.
"I'll get it!"
"No, I got it!"
"I've got it!"
All the kids rushed to the door and opened it all at the same time-
-and there stood the first guest, followed by all the others. As soon as
all the guests were inside and everything was ready, they started to play a
game. The game was Twister, and as usual, Tommy got picked to be the
spinner (for some reason no-one wanted to tell him that it was considered a
danger to have Tommy participate in Twister for the danger that he might fall
on someone, considering his superfluous weight.)
"Left hand on red!" Tommy announced.
Everybody tried to move their hand on red. Linda fell down right
away, due to being stretched across three other people.
"You're out, Linda!" Tommy told her.
"No I'm not!" She protested. "No one is 'out' in Twister!"
"Yeah they are, and you're out!" Tommy insisted.
Linda growled something nasty as she stormed off for the kitchen to
cool off her nerves.
"Okay, right foot on green!" Tommy continued.
Everyone attempted to put their right foot on a green spot. It
held pretty well until Slash fell down, causing everyone to fall down on top
of him.
"Everyone fell! Game over!" Tommy cried, rolling over on his back
in fits of laughter.
"Hey, that's no fair!" Slash yelled. "Can we start over?"
"Okay, you guys can start over if you want." Tommy agreed. "But if
someone else falls down again, then the game is officially over!"
"I'm sitting out of this one." Slash whined. "This game has unfair
rules."
"Oh well...." Tommy said, shaking his head, and waited for everyone
to get ready to start the next game.
Slash walked over to the foot of the stairs and sat down on the first
step. He watched everyone try to reach certain spots and getting tangled up
in one another's arms and legs and laughing.
"At least they're enjoying themselves." Slash pouted as he watched
them. "I hope I can participate in something that won't ridicule me in front
of everyone for once."
Slash continued to watch. He must have sat there for at least 15
minutes, watching the others. As he was just about to fall asleep, he heard
a noise like someone saying "pssst!"
Slash looked around for a minute or two, then whispered "Where are
you?"
"Up here!" The voice replied.
Slash turned around and looked up the stairs. Jam was sitting on the
top step.
"Jam? Why aren't you playing Twister?" Slash asked curiously.
"I don't like it, I guess. It gives me a backache. Hey, by the
way, I got a Christmas present for you."
Slash's eyes brightened. "You do?"
Jam grinned. "Yep. I thought you might want it early, knowing how
impatient you always get."
Slash nodded vigorously. "Yeah! Can I open it? Huh huh can I can I?"
Jam laughed. "Calm down, you spaz. I'll give it to you."
Slash was bouncing up and down with excitement. "Okay then, give me
it! I wanna open it right now!"
Jam smiled. "Okay. Come upstairs and get it."
Slash ran upstairs at literally light speed right past Jam. In reply,
Jam just shook his head and laughed, and followed Slash.
Jam walked into the bedroom where Slash was and laughed again.
"Trying to open it already? Don't think so." Jam said with a sigh,
and went over to help Slash open it.
"The wrapping won't come off of the darn thing!" Slash said as he
tried to rip off the wrapping paper and ribbon.
"I got scissors," Jam said, getting a pair of scissors out of the
nightstand drawer next to them. With one snip the paper and ribbons were
off.
"How do you do that?" Slash asked in a wondrous tone.
"Reflexes." Jam answered with a shrug of his shoulders.
Slash tore into the present like vultures into a piece of carrion in
the middle of the sahara desert. When he saw what it was he beamed.
"It's a black light for the bedroom! How did you know that I wanted
one of these?" Slash cheered.
"I know you well, and I know how much you like psychedelic glow-in
the-dark stuff and all. So I got you a black light." Jam replied.
Slash could only stare for a few moments, then he ran towards Jam and
threw his arms around him.
"Thank you so much!" Slash said again.
Jam held Slash against him, returning the hug. They stood like that
for a few moments, then Slash raised his head to look into Jam's eyes.
"I love you, did you know that?" Slash said with a giggle.
"I know." Jam said, somewhat admiringly.
After a moment of silence, Slash yawned.
"I'm getting tired." He muttered.
"So am I." Jam yawned. "Let's get ready for bed, so we can open our
presents tomorrow morning!"
"I'm with you." Slash agreed. "But first, I have to take a bath.
I'm getting a bit - um - stinky, if you ask me."
"I have to take one too." Jam hinted.
Slash could only stare at Jam for a moment, then he smiled.
"Okay...let's go then." Slash replied.
Jam smiled at Slash and began to purr loudly. Slash couldn't help
but put his arms around Jam once again - he loved Jam's purr more than
any other sound in the world. He remained in Jam's arms for a moment -
letting his ears absorb all the purring - and then he pulled back.
The two of them each got a clean pair of nightclothes and such and went into
the bathroom. However, once they stepped in and closed the door, they froze,
not quite knowing what to do next.
"Um......after you." Slash said to Jam.
"Thank you so much." Jam said, taking a bow, and then turned around
and began undressing.
Slash couldn't really help but stare. Jam had a wonderful figure and
not a trace of heaviness anywhere - infact, he almost had what you might call
a girlish figure - except he had a flat chest, of course. So Slash just
looked on, minding his business, but it was when Jam took off his boxers that
Slash began to blush and giggle a little.
Jam turned around. "What's so funny?"
Slash shook his head. "Nothin'."
Jam shrugged his shoulders and bent down to turn on the faucet in the
bathtub. Slash began to giggle again.
"What?!?" Jam asked, looking over his shoulder.
"Uh - full moon, Jam! Haaaaahahahahaha!!!" Slash laughed.
"Ha-ha-ha-very funny. Now get your stuff off and get ready." Jam
griped back at him.
Slash saw that Jam was getting ticked off, so he obeyed. Off came
everything in a matter of seconds - Slash was a fast dresser as well as a
fast UNdresser - by this time Jam was already sitting in the bathtub waiting
for it to fill up with hot water. Slash walked over with one hand in front
of his unmentionables so as not to be indecent, but Jam spoke up.
"It's alright, Slash. We're both boys." He said politely.
"Uh, okay, if you say so." Slash said doubtfully, and removed his
hand and stepped into the bath.
"Ahh! It's hot! Why did you have to make it so damn hot?!?" Slash
cursed feverishly.
"I like hot baths." Jam replied shortly, and laid his head against the
wall behind him.
"Well, isn't it a little too hot?"
"Nah. Just step in - you'll get used to it."
Slash slowly lowered himself in and sat down. After he got used to
it he laid his head back and sighed.
"See? It ain't so bad." Jam told him.
"I guess not..." Slash retorted.
The two of them lay there in silence, breathing in the vapors of the
hot water as they rested. Slash was in the middle of a daydream at this time
when he felt Jam rest his hand on his thigh. He was surprised at first, but
he liked it. He reached over to Jam and moved his hand towards his
lower stomach. His hand slid between Jam's legs and stayed there,
feeling every detail that his fingertips came across. Slash heard Jam
beginning to breathe faster, and this encouraged Slash to take it to a
higher level. He moved to the right and wrapped his arms around Jam and they
began passionately kissing. Slash could feel the very tip of Jam's tounge
begin to enter his mouth, and in response to this he stuck out his own
tounge and let it slide into Jam's mouth. They rolled over halfway,
causing bath bubbles and water to splash over the edge of the bathtub in a
sort of miniature tidal wave, soaking the rug on the floor as well as their
dirty clothes. Slash felt something poking his stomach and reached down to
close his hand around it. He immediately knew what it was, due to the fact
that it felt like it had it's own heartbeat and was stiff as a tree limb.
He was about to direct it towards his rear end when a shocked exclamation
snapped them out of their affair.
"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU GUYS DOING?!?" Tommy screamed from the bathroom
door entrance. Slash and Jam looked up immediately.
"AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" The two screamed it in unison. They
quickly reached over and pulled the shower curtain closed so hard that it
ripped one end off. Tommy took off at super speed for the downstairs living
room as fast as his husky legs could carry him, screaming all the way down.
When the other kids saw Tommy bolt downstairs all the questions rose
like a helium balloon on a windy day.
"What the heck is up with you?" Linda inquired snobbishly.
"Slash and Jam were making out in the bathtub!!!!" Tommy yelled at the
top of his deep voice.
"Slash and Jam were WHAT?!?" Linda could hardly believe what she had
just heard.
"You heard me! And it wasn't pretty, either!" Tommy cried.
"Are you sure that's what you saw?" Nancy asked him.
"I'm positive! I saw it with my own two eyes!" Tommy shouted back,
pointing to his pair of rather small eyes.
"That just isn't right." Linda said disgustedly.
"No, it isn't!" Tommy replied.
"Well, what do we do about it?" Linda asked.
"I know what we can do." Nancy replied gently. "Tomorrow after we
open our Christmas presents I'll talk to Slash in private and ask him what
went on and if he really is.....that way."
"Sounds good." Tommy nodded.
"Well, since the party's over, I guess we should all get to bed now."
Nancy told the others. "The faster we get to sleep, the sooner Santa Claus
will come to our mansion."
"I'm with you. Let's get to sleep." Tommy said with a yawn.
