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[ 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?

[pushed]

I think you mean ho ho ho.

[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?