Advent Day 21 (White Pine Original Fic)
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asphaltcowgrrlTitle: Advent Day 21
Fandom: White Pine Original Fic
Pairing: Travis Murphy/Ethan McDowell
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 752
Summary: A Christmas/New Year’s fic to help bump up the word count for 1_million_words. Wherein Travis and Ethan muddle their way through December and try to stay on Santa’s Nice List.
Author’s Note: So, I’ve been baking, cleaning, wrapping, and beta reading today. How the hell I managed to get this done, too, I have no idea. Might explain the content though.
Day 21
“It’s almost the big day, young man,” the cheery voice called out as they entered the diner. “You want to come tell Santa what you want for Christmas?”
Travis tore his child-like gaze from the man dressed in red velvet and black patent leather and turned it on his fiancé. “Oh, Santa’s here, Ethan. Can I go sit on his lap?”
Ethan narrowed his eyes. “Why on earth would you, a grown man – physically anyway – want to do something like that?”
“Because it’s Old Man Harris,” Travis grinned. “He’s played Santa around here for as long as I can remember. I thought maybe once more for old time’s sake?”
Unable to bear the thought of being the one to wipe that look of wonder and excitement off Murphy’s face, Ethan found himself at a loss for words. “If I said no, you’d do it anyway, wouldn’t you?”
“Probably,” Travis admitted. “Get us a table and I’ll be right back.”
On cue, Bonnie stepped up to the hostess station and smiled. “You eating alone tonight, officer?”
“I couldn’t get so lucky, Bonnie. My childlike boyfriend is visiting Santa.”
She grabbed two menus and looked towards the Christmas display they’d set up. “Cut him some slack,” she said, patting Ethan on the arm. “Travis has been coming in here to visit Santa since he was six years old. I think Eugene would be just as disappointed as Travis if he didn’t come over to say hi.”
“Hi I could live with,” he said, following the blonde to their favorite booth. “It’s the whole ‘sitting on Santa’s lap’ that disturbs me.”
Bonnie loosed a burst of laughter that shook the room. “Poor Travis is feeling nostalgic, is all. Let the goofball have his fun. I’ll be right back with your tea and his soda.”
He watched her retreat to the kitchen before switching his gaze to Santa’s Wonderland. Travis was indeed sitting on his lap, chattering away happily. Oddly enough, Santa was chattering right back. Digging his cell phone out of his pocket, he lifted it up and snapped a quick shot. Aracely would cackle happily at this, he knew. One more thing to add to their already towering pile of presents.
“Well, that was fun,” Travis chirped, taking his seat next to Ethan on the left side of the booth.
Ethan grinned, scooting over to make room for Murphy. They’d been politely scolded on more than one occasion by assorted diners who thought it inappropriate for them to sit so close together, but neither of them cared. The diner patrons would either get used to it or they’d find somewhere else to eat. “Did Santa promise you anything good this year?”
“He always does,” Travis said, kissing his cheek. “You order for us yet?”
“Nope, still waiting on Bonnie to bring the drinks back.” He reached up and wiped some glitter off Travis’ caramel colored skin. “Did you ask for anything special?”
“Yup, and Santa promised me he’d get me everything I asked for,” he beamed. “Oh hey, Bonnie. How’s things?”
“Oh, you know,” she said, placing their drinks and Murphy’s favorite appetizer in front of them. “The usual. Work, bills, more work.”
“Sounds about right,” he agreed, grabbing a tortilla chip and dragging it through the sour cream topping the pile of nachos. “Do we even need to order or did you already put it in for us?”
“I put it in,” she laughed. “You two are more predictable than the weather around here. God help me if either of you ever change your minds about something. Anything else I can get you?” At their negative response, she walked away.
“She has a point,” Ethan said, digging into the nachos before Travis ate them all. “We are rather boring, aren’t we?”
“Never cookie,” Travis promised. “And even if we are, who’s to say that’s a bad thing? I like knowing what I’m getting with you. Although, you do tend to surprise me all the same.”
“Gotta admit, Murphy, you surprise me all the time,” he confessed. “But I also gotta admit that I like it, too.”
“Glad to hear it because when Santa drops the leather bustier and ball gag off under the tree, I’m going to remind you of this moment.”
Nearly choking on a tortilla chip, Ethan spluttered in shock. “Please tell me you’re joking.”
“I guess you’ll find out on Thursday morning, won’t you?” He gave Ethan a mischievous smile before stuffing a loaded chip into his mouth.
Fandom: White Pine Original Fic
Pairing: Travis Murphy/Ethan McDowell
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 752
Summary: A Christmas/New Year’s fic to help bump up the word count for 1_million_words. Wherein Travis and Ethan muddle their way through December and try to stay on Santa’s Nice List.
Author’s Note: So, I’ve been baking, cleaning, wrapping, and beta reading today. How the hell I managed to get this done, too, I have no idea. Might explain the content though.
Day 21
“It’s almost the big day, young man,” the cheery voice called out as they entered the diner. “You want to come tell Santa what you want for Christmas?”
Travis tore his child-like gaze from the man dressed in red velvet and black patent leather and turned it on his fiancé. “Oh, Santa’s here, Ethan. Can I go sit on his lap?”
Ethan narrowed his eyes. “Why on earth would you, a grown man – physically anyway – want to do something like that?”
“Because it’s Old Man Harris,” Travis grinned. “He’s played Santa around here for as long as I can remember. I thought maybe once more for old time’s sake?”
Unable to bear the thought of being the one to wipe that look of wonder and excitement off Murphy’s face, Ethan found himself at a loss for words. “If I said no, you’d do it anyway, wouldn’t you?”
“Probably,” Travis admitted. “Get us a table and I’ll be right back.”
On cue, Bonnie stepped up to the hostess station and smiled. “You eating alone tonight, officer?”
“I couldn’t get so lucky, Bonnie. My childlike boyfriend is visiting Santa.”
She grabbed two menus and looked towards the Christmas display they’d set up. “Cut him some slack,” she said, patting Ethan on the arm. “Travis has been coming in here to visit Santa since he was six years old. I think Eugene would be just as disappointed as Travis if he didn’t come over to say hi.”
“Hi I could live with,” he said, following the blonde to their favorite booth. “It’s the whole ‘sitting on Santa’s lap’ that disturbs me.”
Bonnie loosed a burst of laughter that shook the room. “Poor Travis is feeling nostalgic, is all. Let the goofball have his fun. I’ll be right back with your tea and his soda.”
He watched her retreat to the kitchen before switching his gaze to Santa’s Wonderland. Travis was indeed sitting on his lap, chattering away happily. Oddly enough, Santa was chattering right back. Digging his cell phone out of his pocket, he lifted it up and snapped a quick shot. Aracely would cackle happily at this, he knew. One more thing to add to their already towering pile of presents.
“Well, that was fun,” Travis chirped, taking his seat next to Ethan on the left side of the booth.
Ethan grinned, scooting over to make room for Murphy. They’d been politely scolded on more than one occasion by assorted diners who thought it inappropriate for them to sit so close together, but neither of them cared. The diner patrons would either get used to it or they’d find somewhere else to eat. “Did Santa promise you anything good this year?”
“He always does,” Travis said, kissing his cheek. “You order for us yet?”
“Nope, still waiting on Bonnie to bring the drinks back.” He reached up and wiped some glitter off Travis’ caramel colored skin. “Did you ask for anything special?”
“Yup, and Santa promised me he’d get me everything I asked for,” he beamed. “Oh hey, Bonnie. How’s things?”
“Oh, you know,” she said, placing their drinks and Murphy’s favorite appetizer in front of them. “The usual. Work, bills, more work.”
“Sounds about right,” he agreed, grabbing a tortilla chip and dragging it through the sour cream topping the pile of nachos. “Do we even need to order or did you already put it in for us?”
“I put it in,” she laughed. “You two are more predictable than the weather around here. God help me if either of you ever change your minds about something. Anything else I can get you?” At their negative response, she walked away.
“She has a point,” Ethan said, digging into the nachos before Travis ate them all. “We are rather boring, aren’t we?”
“Never cookie,” Travis promised. “And even if we are, who’s to say that’s a bad thing? I like knowing what I’m getting with you. Although, you do tend to surprise me all the same.”
“Gotta admit, Murphy, you surprise me all the time,” he confessed. “But I also gotta admit that I like it, too.”
“Glad to hear it because when Santa drops the leather bustier and ball gag off under the tree, I’m going to remind you of this moment.”
Nearly choking on a tortilla chip, Ethan spluttered in shock. “Please tell me you’re joking.”
“I guess you’ll find out on Thursday morning, won’t you?” He gave Ethan a mischievous smile before stuffing a loaded chip into his mouth.
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Date: 2014-12-23 02:13 am (UTC)Travis is just a big adorable child.
(Who was that bitch asking you to beta read this close to Christmas??!!!) *grins*
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Date: 2014-12-23 06:38 pm (UTC)He really is, which is why I love him so much.
I know, right? How dare she? Heh.