Brutaltown and "you look really cute in that sweater"? đ
Youâre the only reason Iâm trash for this pairing while also being trash for bham god bless
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Ian hated Christmas parties. Hated was an understatement. They were loud, bright, someone always brought out some form of alcohol, and he despised receiving presents. He just didnât show his emotions very well, and trying to show his happiness when people gave him thingsâŚ. It just didnât go well.
Thus, Ian found himself in the corner of the Fabre residence, nursing the one and only glass of wine he planned to have that night. His headache was growing by the second, and Ian warily eyed the mistletoe hung in the doorway to the kitchen. Did he dare try to go through? As the yelling from the group in front of the TV began to grow, he raised a shaking hand to his forehead and decided it was worth the risk.
Moving quickly, he watched for anyone who looked to be heading the same way before setting a foot on the threshold. Just as he stepped on the hardwood floor, he was sent backwards from another body carelessly blocking his path. He teetered dangerously, a curse slipping its way from his mouth before he braced himself for impact. It never came, however, as a strong arm threw itself around his waist, stopping his descent.Â
Ian blinked slowly, looking blankly into the eyes of Luke.Â
âOh gosh Iâm sorry! Are you alright?â Luke frowned, worry crossing his face. Ian said nothing, his own expression reverting to a vague boredom. Luke watched him before seeming to realize the precarious position they were still in, moving to allow Ian to support himself once again. They watched each other, Luke becoming increasing flustered with Ianâs lack of response until he glanced up, face going red.Â
âI⌠oh.âÂ
âYeah.â Ian shrugged, picking slowly at a loose thread on his sweater. He knew the blush was slowly creeping up his neck, as much as he was trying to force it away. Everything felt like it was slowly disappearing until it was just the two of them and the mistletoe. Luke rocked back on his heels slowly.
âSo uhâŚ. You look really cute in that sweater.â Ian glanced up sharply, and Luke was left to decide between looking at Ian and looking anywhere that wasnât Ian. Ian sighed.
âJust kiss me, Sizemore.â Lukeâs eyes widened, and he nodded slightly before moving forward, their lips coming together gently. It was short, barely enough for either of them to even think about it, and yet it left Ian breathless. They stood there for a moment, the room around them slowly coming back into focus.Â
Ian smiled.
