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Harry And Donald Christmas.
“MOVIES ON!” The yell had come from the livingroom of the country side house, one of the younger guests having taken it upon themselves to put on one last christmas movie. Squeezing in as much holiday cheer as they could. Young ones running around chasing each other with new toys.
Harry couldn’t help the small laugh that left his lips, or the stupidly happy smile that wouldn’t unpaint itself. He was so happy, his first Christmas with all of his family being able to come all together with Donald’s. Having asked for his family to join them meaning the older man’s parents came, but his younger brothers having other places to be with their own families.
Grabbing one of the last wine glasses off the counter as he carried it over to said man standing at the sink. Moving his arms around his waist, using it as an excuse to slide in close behind the older. “Thanks” Feeling warm wet hands taking the glass, as he moved in to kiss the skin peeking from the terrible christmas sweater, pressing a smile into the rich skin. “‘course, thank you for doing the dishes.” Though he had tried to argue with him to place them into the dishwasher, Donald insisting that this was tradition and since he hadn’t helped make the food, that it was his duty to clean. His dad taking the dishes and drying them finding their homes to place away, not quite quick enough to keep up with his son’s speed.
Harry breathed deeply into the man’s neck, inhaling the manly yet sweet smell of his cologne and body. Humming gently as he rested his head, taking in the moment to relish in the feeling of the holidays. Nuzzling in before pulling away as he heard a clink of a few plates the man’s dad was trying to find their places. Stepping back over to the shorter man helping him and patting his shoulder. “Go relax, I’m sure there's space on the couch.” Taking the plates as he got a squeeze on his arm as the man thanked him walked back leaving the two to be alone.
“Your parents are great.. I’m glad my family didn’t scare them away.” Words slow and thoughtful as he places the plates away. Moving back towards the cleaned dishes and setting in on wiping them and putting them back. “There’s still time.” the words were quiet and only half hearted in the tease as darker hands finished wishing a large pot and looked to the side flashing a pearly smirk.
A wet hand went up in defence, as Harry twirled the towel imitating the motion of snapping a towel, doing a few false ones. “Harold. I will get you wet.” A delighted laugh leapt from his lips as he did it a few times teasing the older man. “Stop playing. D-Don’t-O-OW HEY!” There was a clank of the last few utensils in his other hand as they were dropped back in the sink. “That’s it.”
His hands flicked forward wet as they released a spray of water drops, even if he was hit with a half hearted snap he rushed the boy grabbing his snapping arm, listening to the shrieks as he got his arm around his shoulders trying to get the advantage.
“D-Donald! let me go! not fair your fast!” Letting go of the towel feeling large hand move to his side from his wrist and start to tickle. “N-NO!” Thrashing around, the noise getting the attention of the younger group, a few poking there heads in to see what the fuss was about.
Donald was too busy making the younger shriek and laugh that he didn’t notice the group of small children gathering before running after him and jumping on his limbs. one on his arm and two on his legs. Small hands holding on tightly. “Woah! small people!” Laughing as they tried to pull him off Harry. “Oh, i can’t hold on any longer.” Faking a dramatic voice as he staggered back and made sure not to squish anyone and flopped on the ground as they started to tickle him. “Hey! oh! Noooo. It’s too much.” wiggling about as he laughed a bit more theatrically then needed.
Harry leaned back watching, as he folded his arms across his chest in his typical stance, one hand up and tapping his chin. The smile on his face was so big as he chuckled watching. As the man would lift his hand up from the small group. “Help.” Taking his chance as he started to tickle the closest child to him getting lots of laughs as he stayed like this for a while. Finally finding the right moment to wiggle out from under their small hands and grabbed the smallest girl closest to him and chased the other two.
Harry finished putting things away thankfully his boyfriend now distracted, he looked so great with children. As he finished the last bit of dishes in the sink, peeking back as the man entered the room. “Thanks for not helping.”
“It was to adorable to interrupt. You started it by the way.” Grinning as he turned back to wipe down the counter.
“Interrupt.. by the way” His voice was pushing a fake accent as he mocked, causing Harry to laugh as he shook his head
“You’re meant to be the older one right?” Harry turned around putting his hands on the counter behind him, watching as the man moved smoothly to him.
“I couldn’t care less.” Mimicking his accent one more time before giving him his trademark grin and moved to slip right in front of the other, trapping him against the counter. Arms wrapping around the British boys slim waist. Fondly watching the other attempted an annoyed look but it turned out just looking goofy.
Fuller lips leaned in and on soft rosy lips, being equal in heights made it easy to lock lips. Eyes closing as soon as they touched moving slow against each other, nothing heated or needy. Just sweet and playful. Either one taking turns to chuckle softly and pull back, playing a game of chase between themselves.
It wasn’t till Harry’s mother came in clearing her throat, making Donald jump slightly as he turned around a bit glad his skin didn’t easily show the heat of his cheeks. “Would you like to pick the next movie? the little ones are off to bed.” She gave them an amused look as she grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge.
Nudging his older boyfriend away a bit as he took a step forward. “Sure, mum.” Putting his arm up on the slim man’s bicep leading him out as he gave his mother an ‘oh shit you caught us’ look. Having it taken her a while to accept her young sons relationship with the older man, the age gap was her issue. It had taken her a bit of time to get over it, but now it was just funny to watch Donald squirm, and Harry act awkwardly. She followed them out going back to her spot on the couch.
Donald let Harry go off to pick the next movie as he chose the overstuffed chair on the side. Opting to avoid the couch with both their parents sitting, his dad asleep and his mother just chatting away with Harry’s Grandmother. His eyes raked over the room, from one end of the couch to the other, then along to the christmas tree set up with lights and bulbs. Left toys and gift bags moved aside to clear the living room, finally raising his eyes to scan slowly up the younger man’s legs and up his back. Watching how he rocked moving his shoulders gently side to side like he was listening to an imaginary beat, the sweater he had on pulled up to his elbows and his hair pulled into a bun. He had gotten to warm earlier that night to keep it down while everyone was in the kitchen.
A few clicks of a dvd case and a shuffle of disks later the boy sauntered his way back over, moving to take a spot beside his older boyfriend and draped his legs over the man’s thighs. Feeling the warm arm circle around his waist to hold him in place as he took the opportunity to snuggle into his side as the film started to play, putting on the sound of music. Knowing mostly everyone wouldn’t stay awake and he could hum along to the songs.
Harry leaned into Donald’s ear pressing a few soft kisses on his cheek and sideburn. “Thanks for the spectacular Christmas, love.” As he reached a hand up to cup his other cheek, loving the contrast of colour, light on dark. His thumb moving slowly along his high cheekbone. Letting out a quiet ‘eep’ as he tried to be on the more quiet side not wanting to draw any ones attention, feeling the man’s teeth catch his thumb as he pulled back and making a squishy nose face. Tapping his fingers of his caught thumb. “I’m trying to be sweet. Stop’it.” He mumbled not able to look away and biting his lip to stop from smiling so hard, a common theme of his time with the older.
Donald let go of his thumb giving it a few kisses before turning his head so he was face to face with Harry and leaning in to kiss him a few times gently and pulled away. “It’s been perfect, Babe. The best ever.”
As they settled in to watch the movie, being the last ones in the living room, having watched everyone slowly take their leave to there respected rooms. Leaving the two to move around and turn off the lights and tv. Donald moving up behind the young man arms wrapping around his waist, head leaning down to rest on his shoulder as they walked/waddled down the hallway together. Taking the time to just savour their limited time together before their busy schedules would undoubtedly separate them again for a while. Voices soft as they whispered sweet nothings, making there way to the appointed bedroom. Door closing behind them as they ended their first Christmas together as an out and proud couple and it couldn't have been any more perfect.