#vanpanda

You’d expect it to be Evan to be the one to break into a house with the stupid idea of “It’s a Christmas-y way to give someone their present!” You’d expect it to be him to travel o a different country with a Santa getup and not even alert anyone, just break in and give them their present like it was no big deal.

Well, you’d think that. But, standing before Evan in his house, shivering from he Canadian winter, was his boyfriend- or, maybe? Evan didn’t want to think about it. It was Anthony either way. He was decked out in a fake beard and all, a sheepish grin on his face and a small bag of presents. 

“Merry Christmas?” Anthony forced out, chuckling awkwardly as he shuffled a little. “Sorry for the window,” he added. 

Right, the window. That’s why Evan was up- he heard something shatter and he figured it was just the everyday ghost passing through and fucking with him, well, he was too sleepy to think it was anything else, but he dragged himself out of bed regardless. 

He shrugged it off without a second thought. “It happens,” he smiled, a sign of forgiveness and the Santa impersonator smiled. “I just thought Santa came down the chimney, not through my window,” he snickered before moving forward and giving Anthony a little hug, resting his face against his neck with a sigh. He was happy to see him, though the whole event hasn’t fully processed. If it had, he was sure he’d be a little more energetic than he was. “You think I’m going through a chimney? That’s putting on unrealistic Santa standards,” Anthony joked. “Everything about Santa is an unrealistic standard,” he fired back.

They moved to the kitchen after than, upon Evan’s offer because it was getting cold in his living room. After a cup of coffee, things became a little more energetic and Evan was actually becoming a little skeptical. “So what brought you to my house, in Canada, at...” he glanced to his clock before back at Anthony, “2:43 in the morning on Christmas?” 

“To be fair, I thought you’d be up,” Anthony stated, shrugging, “I just... wanted to surprise you.” That was a surprise to hear. “Surprise me?” he asked, and it gained a nod. “Yeah, I just thought it’d be nice- I mean, most of us stay in America for the holidays and visit but you always come back up here alone for family ‘n stuff. I figured it’d just be nice to, you know, see a... friend, or, hm, yeah,” he explained, using some hand gestures but it was mostly due to a sudden flustering feeling finding its way to him. 

Evan sat silently for a minute, sipping off his coffee as his lips curled into a smile. He put the cup down and leaned back a little. “Thanks man,” he stated, chuckling, “You have no clue how much this means to me.” Though his tone was calm, it held genuine and true to the words. “But... hey, you brought me stuff right?” he frowned and Anthony slowly nodded due to it. “Fuck,” he mumbled, “I sent all this I got for you to you already.” He rubbed his face and glanced around before an idea popped into his head- Evan before Anthony could state it was fine. “I’ll treat you to dinner!” he decided, with the energy of a child. Anthony snorted before nodding as well. “Sounds great, but I hope you mean not now tonight, like, pm tonight, not am. ,” he stated. “Of course! Though... it is Christmas, some stuff might not be open...”

Yet, neither took back the idea. They both stood up and stretched before Evan gestured. “Go get out of that getup so you can get some sleep. Normally I’d, y’know, take the couch but,” he trailed off, already shivering at the thought. “So... we’ll both just sleep in my room.” A smile crossed over his face, maybe a bit too hopeful but Anthony accepted without a second thought. “Fine, but stealing any body heat is illegal. It belongs to me,” he threatened but their was a hope in his voice too. 

Anthony got changed, though he did have to leave the house to grab a suitcase he stupidly left outside. Now, they laid in bed, flat on their back, not saying a word or talking, yet it felt like bliss just to be close. To have the other their by them, they didn’t need the extra stuff like holding each other, just so long as they knew they were there. But... that didn’t mean they didn’t want it, crave it. 

Evan made the first move, curling onto his side and wrapping an arm around Anthony. “You’re warm,” Evan mumbled in excuse. Anthony pouted some but he adjusted so he could pull Evan closer. “I told you stealing is illegal,” he grumbled, but not in a threatening way. “Mhm, what’re you gonna do about it? You think you can get me if the police can’t?” he met his eyes and a shock went off between them. There was a small pause before their lips connected. 

It wasn’t the first time they kissed but it felt like it. It was a little tense, full of a tired appeal yet something daring both wanted to test, and test they did. Evan was always a tease, it was one of his many lovable traits. But with Anthony, it was something passion despised. The way he left lingering touches, how he would trail a finger against his jaw or under his shirt, Evan in general drove him a little crazy, but the teasing could render him insane. 

Anthony smiled, a sign for Evan that something was bound to happen, but he’d never think something as bold as Anthony moving them so he was on top was going to. With the surprise taking him, Anthony used his time to get into Evan’s mouth- another bold mood that left Evan moving on experience more than anything. Anthony used a hand that was by Evan’s hair to gently play with it as they continued their little session. 

Breaking apart with shared gasps and equally as flushed faces, Anthony dipped down and left a few kisses along Evan’s neck, but nothing that pushed any boundaries. That mostly due to the uncertainty in the air he felt with Evan. And, that feeling was proven true as he felt Evan tap him gently. He stopped, and pulled up, meeting unsure eyes that held a question, and before he could ask, Evan was speaking in a rushed breath for air; “What are we Anthony?” 

That was a question Anthony was hoping he’d get answered himself. He paused, and then tilted his head as he rolled off of Evan, back onto his side. “What do you mean?” Evan shuffled so he could turn and face him, his face still red, but Anthony was sure it was from a sudden embarrassment, much like himself.

“I mean... are we, like... I don’t know, are we dating?” he asked, nibbling his lip before adding, “I mean- we’ve kissed, we’ve gone out alone together but... It never feels like... we know. At least, I never feel like I know.” Evan frowned at the laugh he got. “Sorry, sorry,” Anthony snorted as he shook his head, trying to calm himself, “Just, I’ve been wondering that too! I mean, I thought you were unsure, but, I guess we both are. I know I wouldn’t mind dating,” he answered, a smile crossing his face. “Oh- oh! I wouldn’t mind either!” Evan followed. 

And then a silence.

And then a fit of laughter as they kissed again. “Fuck, it feels good to have that out in the open,” Anthony breathed as he peppered Evan with kisses wherever he could. “Are we official then?” Evan asked with giggles falling from his lips. “Fuck yeah we are!” Anthony beamed and he pressed a final kiss to Evan’s lips.