[When he was seven, a waitress gave him a candy cane and a coloring book. When he was fourteen, he stole one of those little red kettles right out from under a bell ringer's nose - it had just over seventeen dollars and a stick of gum in it, and it took him the better part of a day to get at it.
And that's pretty much the totality of Nick's experience with Christmas. Holidays are for families, people who have other people to celebrate with, not ones who are on the run. It's not like he's the grinch - he doesn't really have any hard feelings towards the people who do have trees and a ham on the table. That just hasn't been his life, and right now he wouldn't trade with them.
Hawaii was a spur of the moment idea, the kind that Nick excels at. But hey, it's warm, beautiful, and there's plenty of beaches which means plenty of fish for Andyr to bust a nut over. And of all those beautiful beaches on the island, they just happen to find one that's "clothing optional." Of course, Nick chose the naked option (because you always go with the naked option) and is now watching him from under the white faux fur brim of his Santa hat, comfortably sprawled on the sand.
The hat doesn't count, and neither would something else that Nick can think of.]
A bow. [Nick says the word like it's been on the tip of his tongue or elusively at the edge of his mind.] That's what you need. One well placed ribbon and Christmas really would come early.
[ a beautiful beach, full of beautiful people, beautifully naked, and andyr, of course, kept his dumb board shorts on, because that's the kind of five year old that he is. that, and, much as he loves nick's eyes racking over his naked body, he's always been incredibly adverse to anyone else's doing the same. but he hardly has any objection to nick going fully into the theme, almost with his festive head gear. the man's both gorgeous as hell, and ridiculous as fuck, and andyr adores him for it.
he's padding back up the beach, water still clinging to him, with a snorkel and mask dangling from one hand (yes, he'd been busting a nut over the fish, what did you expect). hearing nick's new decision on how to improve his celebrating, andyr snorts a laugh, grinning wide, with a certain fondness that he can't quite hide, as he tosses the mask and snorkel on a towel nearby. ]
Ha ha ha. [ such a sarcastic laugh is this, you don't even know. andyr flops down to sit cross legged on the towel next to him, leaning forward to run ocean-cooled fingers along the naked path of nick's spine, head dipping to press a few kisses to his broad, sun speckled shoulders. ] Yeah, well, don't come too early, 'cause you aren't a teenager anymore, and I'd like to come too.
[ he needs that dick hard, okay, don't go wasting it for the sake of holiday cheer. ]
Where're we gonna put this bow of yours? Any thoughts?
[Lest Andyr forget the season. Nick rests his hand on the other's knee, rubbing it affectionately after he plops down beside him. He wants to ask him about the fish, if he's enjoying himself. There's not much else in the world that Nick actually gives a shit about. But the brush of Andyr's fingertips, the press of his lips, it's a little distracting.
Besides, he knows him. If Andyr wasn't having a good time, he'd probably be dragging him somewhere else by his ankle, caveman style.]
Okay, you know the first thing that came to mind. [Nick grins crookedly, maybe even a little bashfully. Being naked within spitting distance of other people is one thing, but naked and a little worked up is gonna be a problem.] How about your neck. [Nick leans in to kiss the very spot.] With a little jingle bell, maybe. You're sorta like a cat, right?
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And that's pretty much the totality of Nick's experience with Christmas. Holidays are for families, people who have other people to celebrate with, not ones who are on the run. It's not like he's the grinch - he doesn't really have any hard feelings towards the people who do have trees and a ham on the table. That just hasn't been his life, and right now he wouldn't trade with them.
Hawaii was a spur of the moment idea, the kind that Nick excels at. But hey, it's warm, beautiful, and there's plenty of beaches which means plenty of fish for Andyr to bust a nut over. And of all those beautiful beaches on the island, they just happen to find one that's "clothing optional." Of course, Nick chose the naked option (because you always go with the naked option) and is now watching him from under the white faux fur brim of his Santa hat, comfortably sprawled on the sand.
The hat doesn't count, and neither would something else that Nick can think of.]
A bow. [Nick says the word like it's been on the tip of his tongue or elusively at the edge of his mind.] That's what you need. One well placed ribbon and Christmas really would come early.
[Innuendo? You decide, Andyr.]
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he's padding back up the beach, water still clinging to him, with a snorkel and mask dangling from one hand (yes, he'd been busting a nut over the fish, what did you expect). hearing nick's new decision on how to improve his celebrating, andyr snorts a laugh, grinning wide, with a certain fondness that he can't quite hide, as he tosses the mask and snorkel on a towel nearby. ]
Ha ha ha. [ such a sarcastic laugh is this, you don't even know. andyr flops down to sit cross legged on the towel next to him, leaning forward to run ocean-cooled fingers along the naked path of nick's spine, head dipping to press a few kisses to his broad, sun speckled shoulders. ] Yeah, well, don't come too early, 'cause you aren't a teenager anymore, and I'd like to come too.
[ he needs that dick hard, okay, don't go wasting it for the sake of holiday cheer. ]
Where're we gonna put this bow of yours? Any thoughts?
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[Lest Andyr forget the season. Nick rests his hand on the other's knee, rubbing it affectionately after he plops down beside him. He wants to ask him about the fish, if he's enjoying himself. There's not much else in the world that Nick actually gives a shit about. But the brush of Andyr's fingertips, the press of his lips, it's a little distracting.
Besides, he knows him. If Andyr wasn't having a good time, he'd probably be dragging him somewhere else by his ankle, caveman style.]
Okay, you know the first thing that came to mind. [Nick grins crookedly, maybe even a little bashfully. Being naked within spitting distance of other people is one thing, but naked and a little worked up is gonna be a problem.] How about your neck. [Nick leans in to kiss the very spot.] With a little jingle bell, maybe. You're sorta like a cat, right?