Third one. Just because I feel like putting this one up too. Can't promise consistent updates, just like with my other current works. Anyway, enjoy.
Christmas music filled the Seville residence alongside laughter and chatter. The Chipettes and Miss Miller were also present to spend the day with their friends.
It was just after opening presents and stockings that Alvin found himself hiding from his female counterpart. She wasn't very happy about his Christmas gift to her [a jersey much like the one he wore as a child and an autographed photo of himself]. He found refuge with Simon, who was looking for something in the small closet by the front door.
"Simon, you gotta help me!" Alvin hissed at his brother, glancing behind himself periodically.
"What'd you do this time, Alvin?" Simon reprimanded lightly as he straightened up with a half-empty black garbage bag. He shut the door once he had what he needed.
Looking back at his brother, Alvin answered, "Brittany's trying to kill me." Simon smirked a bit, knowing well why she was upset with him.
"I suggested you give her something else this year," he commented with a one-shouldered shrug.
"Yeah, well...turns out her gift wasn't much better," Alvin frowned as he recalled her gift [a doll of herself and a card with her autograph signed in it]. He rolled his eyes and in doing so, caught something hanging down from the ceiling above their heads.
Simon caught the slight paling of Alvin's complexion and looked up as well. He blinked at it before glancing back at his brother with a slight frown marring his features.
Alvin cleared his throat, "I-I'm pretty sure that rule d-doesn't apply to siblings." Alvin kept his gaze on the bag Simon was holding, cursing inwardly at the heat he could feel in his cheeks.
Simon smiled a bit at his older brother's reaction. "What's one more broken rule to add to your collection?" Alvin looked up, eyebrows furrowed just as Simon stepped closer.
The contact had been meant for his cheek, Alvin knew immediately. It would have landed on it's intended target had he not turned his head at the same time. Simon's lips had landed on the corner of his mouth, and both boys backed away as soon as it happened. "Sorry!" Alvin apologized immediately. "That was an accident! I didn't know you were gonna-"
Alvin blinked a few times in shock as he was kissed properly this time, silencing his flustered and astonished ramblings. Simon's lips were deliberate and soft, and moist and... It was over, just as Alvin processed what was happening. He took a staggered breath, his eyes searching Simon's.
Simon smiled, a red hue dusting his cheeks as he turned his attention to the bag he was carrying. "I'm sure Dave's wondering where these are." He lifted the bag to indicate what he was referring to. Simon moved passed Alvin.
"Simon...?" Alvin breathed out, turning to keep his brother in his line of sight. Simon paused and looked back at Alvin.
Simon didn't have an answer for Alvin's unspoken question. He simply smiled and shrugged lightly. "Merry Christmas, Alvin."