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asphaltcowgrrl) wrote2014-12-25 02:01 pm
asphaltcowgrrl) wrote2014-12-25 02:01 pm
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Advent Day 25 (White Pine Original Fic)
Title: Advent Day 25
Fandom: White Pine Original Fic
Pairing: Travis Murphy/Ethan McDowell
Rating: G
Word Count: 817
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: I’M DONE. I wasn’t exactly sure if I was going to make it or not, but I did it! While Ethan and Travis are sleeping off all the excitement, I’m going to say this: thank you for being here all year long. Merry Christmas, Happy Holidays, a belated happy solstice. Whatever you celebrate, enjoy it for all it’s worth.
Day 25
Wrapping paper lay scattered everywhere. On the floor, on the coffee table, Travis even had a piece of it in his hair. Ethan snagged it and pulled it free, smiling at his boyfriend’s enthusiasm. He hadn’t even gotten him very many things, but he’d still managed to make an absolute mess.
So totally and typically Travis.
His new laptop sat to the side, plugged in and charging. It’d been an absolute impulse but would eventually prove worth the investment. Simply not having to listen to Travis complain about being chained to the desktop in his office would be enough. But knowing his boy could go sit out on the porch in the spring and fall and immerse himself in the nature he loved so much was a much better reason to splurge.
The only accessory he’d bought for the laptop was a three-pound bag of strawberry Twizzlers he’d shoved into LaWanda’s stocking. He still wasn’t certain which had made Travis happier: the computer or the candy. Probably the candy, Murphy was a simple sort of guy. That, and he really, really liked sugar.
“Are you going to help me clean up this mess,” Ethan asked, shaking a wad of torn paper at him.
“No,” he answered simply. “I thought it could wait until later. Between breakfast and presents and the excitement, I need a nap.”
Ethan straightened, stuffed the discarded wrapping into a garbage sack and stared at him. “Later? I swear, sometimes you will do anything to get out of a little housework.” He swiped a torn shirt box off the coffee table.
“Baby,” Travis said quietly. “Come sit. Just for a minute.”
Sighing, Ethan set the garbage bag on the floor and placed himself next to Travis on the couch. A strong arm curled around his shoulders, pulling him against a solid, sweet-smelling body. Another, less frustrated sigh escaped him as he leaned into Murphy’s gentle urging. “Just for a minute,” he finally said. “We have to be at your parents’ house in a few hours.”
“Which is why I don’t want you to waste your time cleaning. It’s Christmas, after all,” he reminded. “I want to have a few quiet moments with you before all hell breaks loose over dinner.”
He made a good point. Shifting so his back rested against Travis’ chest, Ethan leaned against his sturdy frame and closed his eyes. “Can’t argue – this is nice.”
It was better than nice, it was perfect, even if there was more freaking snow falling outside. A fire burned in the hearth, warming the room naturally and casting happy shadows on the walls. Classic carols played on the radio, sung by one of the greats like Sinatra or Dean Martin, taking the edge off his inherent anxiety. The sultry heat rising off Travis’ skin was heady and he found his eyes fluttering closed. “You might want to set an alarm,” he slurred.
“Mmm,” Travis agreed, taking his phone from the arm of the couch. “Good idea.” He fiddled with his phone for a long moment before putting it back where he’d found it. Moving into a more comfortable position, he cuddled Ethan against him, brushing brief kisses against his skin.
“Can’t say that I expected this,” Ethan said, a sleepy grin curling his mouth.
“Expected what? The gifts I gave you?” He tilted his head to get a better view of his lover’s face.
“No,” he said, shaking his head. The gifts had been perfect. A new, warmer jacket since his old one had been declared unsafe for December in Utah, lined with fleece had been a welcome surprise. A collection of Sherlock Holmes stories, a couple of DVDs, and assorted other items were all fitting and very Travis-like in their choosing. But the gifts weren’t the surprise. “No,” he said again, “what I meant was I hadn’t expected this.”
“Ah,” Travis said, burying his nose in Ethan’s hair. “This,” he repeated, tightening his grip to show he understood completely.
“Yeah, this,” he agreed. “I thought maybe you’d disappear with your new toy, LaWanda flooding your brain with plot bunnies and interesting characters. Or I figured you’d be more inclined towards another kind of quiet time. But this, this is a pleasant revelation.”
“Makes me wish Mama wasn’t expecting us for dinner,” he admitted, shocking Ethan with his honesty.
“Wow, willing to risk your mother’s ire by skipping out on her,” Ethan teased. “You must really like me or something.”
“Or something,” Travis clarified, voice heavy with exhaustion. “Because I love you, cookie.”
“I love you too, trouble.” Ethan pressed his lips against the caramel colored forearm draped across his chest. “Merry Christmas.”
“And to all a good night,” Travis muttered.
“You are such a dork,” Ethan spluttered. “But you’re my dork.”
“Don’t you forget it,” Travis threatened, breath slow and even, on the verge of sleep.
Like that was even possible.
Fandom: White Pine Original Fic
Pairing: Travis Murphy/Ethan McDowell
Rating: G
Word Count: 817
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: I’M DONE. I wasn’t exactly sure if I was going to make it or not, but I did it! While Ethan and Travis are sleeping off all the excitement, I’m going to say this: thank you for being here all year long. Merry Christmas, Happy Holidays, a belated happy solstice. Whatever you celebrate, enjoy it for all it’s worth.
Day 25
Wrapping paper lay scattered everywhere. On the floor, on the coffee table, Travis even had a piece of it in his hair. Ethan snagged it and pulled it free, smiling at his boyfriend’s enthusiasm. He hadn’t even gotten him very many things, but he’d still managed to make an absolute mess.
So totally and typically Travis.
His new laptop sat to the side, plugged in and charging. It’d been an absolute impulse but would eventually prove worth the investment. Simply not having to listen to Travis complain about being chained to the desktop in his office would be enough. But knowing his boy could go sit out on the porch in the spring and fall and immerse himself in the nature he loved so much was a much better reason to splurge.
The only accessory he’d bought for the laptop was a three-pound bag of strawberry Twizzlers he’d shoved into LaWanda’s stocking. He still wasn’t certain which had made Travis happier: the computer or the candy. Probably the candy, Murphy was a simple sort of guy. That, and he really, really liked sugar.
“Are you going to help me clean up this mess,” Ethan asked, shaking a wad of torn paper at him.
“No,” he answered simply. “I thought it could wait until later. Between breakfast and presents and the excitement, I need a nap.”
Ethan straightened, stuffed the discarded wrapping into a garbage sack and stared at him. “Later? I swear, sometimes you will do anything to get out of a little housework.” He swiped a torn shirt box off the coffee table.
“Baby,” Travis said quietly. “Come sit. Just for a minute.”
Sighing, Ethan set the garbage bag on the floor and placed himself next to Travis on the couch. A strong arm curled around his shoulders, pulling him against a solid, sweet-smelling body. Another, less frustrated sigh escaped him as he leaned into Murphy’s gentle urging. “Just for a minute,” he finally said. “We have to be at your parents’ house in a few hours.”
“Which is why I don’t want you to waste your time cleaning. It’s Christmas, after all,” he reminded. “I want to have a few quiet moments with you before all hell breaks loose over dinner.”
He made a good point. Shifting so his back rested against Travis’ chest, Ethan leaned against his sturdy frame and closed his eyes. “Can’t argue – this is nice.”
It was better than nice, it was perfect, even if there was more freaking snow falling outside. A fire burned in the hearth, warming the room naturally and casting happy shadows on the walls. Classic carols played on the radio, sung by one of the greats like Sinatra or Dean Martin, taking the edge off his inherent anxiety. The sultry heat rising off Travis’ skin was heady and he found his eyes fluttering closed. “You might want to set an alarm,” he slurred.
“Mmm,” Travis agreed, taking his phone from the arm of the couch. “Good idea.” He fiddled with his phone for a long moment before putting it back where he’d found it. Moving into a more comfortable position, he cuddled Ethan against him, brushing brief kisses against his skin.
“Can’t say that I expected this,” Ethan said, a sleepy grin curling his mouth.
“Expected what? The gifts I gave you?” He tilted his head to get a better view of his lover’s face.
“No,” he said, shaking his head. The gifts had been perfect. A new, warmer jacket since his old one had been declared unsafe for December in Utah, lined with fleece had been a welcome surprise. A collection of Sherlock Holmes stories, a couple of DVDs, and assorted other items were all fitting and very Travis-like in their choosing. But the gifts weren’t the surprise. “No,” he said again, “what I meant was I hadn’t expected this.”
“Ah,” Travis said, burying his nose in Ethan’s hair. “This,” he repeated, tightening his grip to show he understood completely.
“Yeah, this,” he agreed. “I thought maybe you’d disappear with your new toy, LaWanda flooding your brain with plot bunnies and interesting characters. Or I figured you’d be more inclined towards another kind of quiet time. But this, this is a pleasant revelation.”
“Makes me wish Mama wasn’t expecting us for dinner,” he admitted, shocking Ethan with his honesty.
“Wow, willing to risk your mother’s ire by skipping out on her,” Ethan teased. “You must really like me or something.”
“Or something,” Travis clarified, voice heavy with exhaustion. “Because I love you, cookie.”
“I love you too, trouble.” Ethan pressed his lips against the caramel colored forearm draped across his chest. “Merry Christmas.”
“And to all a good night,” Travis muttered.
“You are such a dork,” Ethan spluttered. “But you’re my dork.”
“Don’t you forget it,” Travis threatened, breath slow and even, on the verge of sleep.
Like that was even possible.
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Yay! You did it! What a wonderful accomplishment for you. God, it is so freaking hard when there are some days you just think you can't find time and be creative enough or beat away a dozen other demons telling you it can't be done. So, Bravo.
I love leaving them in this peaceful place - for now ... ;)
Thank you! Merry Christmas!
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Thank you so much. It was ROUGH considering I had no idea where this was even going to go. It wound up being less of a cohesive story and more a series of vignettes, but I think it still worked.
Yes! For now, because I have to get back to the wedding some day. :) I feel like I just wrote a wedding though. Heh.
Thanks for reading and a very belated Merry Christmas to you, too.