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Summary: A fluffy Christmassy fic.
Tom hummed lazily as he poured out two mugs of hot chocolate. His mood was at a high; it was snowing, it was almost Christmas and he was able to spend the next few days snuggled up with his little brother devoid of interruptions. He finished with the plop of a few marshmallows and grabbed the drinks, careful not to slosh any over the sides.
Next door, he heard his twin sneeze. Tom smiled at the sweetness of the sound and his voice called through into the room, “Bless you!”
“Thanks,” he heard Bill mumble and followed his own voice into the living room where he found Bill curled up on the sofa, blankets bunched up to his chin and his nose slightly pink from the cold he was hosting.
Tom chuckled at his baby brother, “Warm enough?” he asked as he dropped onto the couch next to Bill.
Bill shook his head with a sniff and a rather nasal, “No.”
Tom laughed softly, handing a mug to Bill who took it with a grateful smile, “Careful, it’s hot.”
Bill ignored this piece of advice and raised it to his lips, taking the tiniest of sips, “ouch!” Bill recoiled, frowning and placing the cocoa on a table next to the sofa, eyeing it accusingly and flicking his tongue out to tend to the damage.
Tom sighed, “I did warn you.”
“But I’m cold,” Bill countered, looking up at Tom, causing Tom’s heart to melt. Bill was gazing at him doe-eyed and innocent, his hair curling slightly at the edges, his tiny frame shaking slightly with the chill.
“You’re wearing about twenty layers,” Tom noted, placing his own hot chocolate next to the sofa on the floor carefully.
“I’m still cold,” Bill muttered, curling further up and wrapping the blankets tighter around himself.
Tom chuckled, “Can I come under?” he asked.
Bill’s brow furrowed slightly as he scrutinised his older brother, “hmm.”
Tom smirked, “I can help warm you up,” he suggested, quirking an eyebrow.
Bill perked at that offer, wriggling to free himself of the multitude of fabric cocooning his body snugly and tenting the quilts with an arm to allow Tom so slip under with him. Tom scooted closer to Bill, tucking his twin under an arm and wrapping them both up safely.
“Tomi,” Bill breathed, nuzzling into Tom’s neck and winding his own arm around Tom’s belly, rubbing softly over the hoodie that was hiding his toned skin.
Tom pulled Bill closer and trying to chase away the shivers that were trembling through his twin’s body and stroking his arm delicately, “Warming up yet?”
Bill shook his head and pressed a tiny kiss against Tom’s neck, “Nuh-uh.”
They remained in comfortable silence for several minutes, just listening to the inane sounds of the TV in front of them but not really watching it. Presently though, Bill sneezed again, sitting up and rubbing at his eyes tiredly.
Tom petted his sides affectionately, maintaining a straight face at his brothers cuteness, “Bless you.”
Bill grimaced, scooting away from Tom and perching on the edge of the sofa, “Ugh.”
“You’ll get better,” Tom stated quietly, attempting to pull Bill close again, determined to warm him up to his brother’s satisfaction.
“I’m all coldy,” Bill grumbled, shaking his head a little, now shivering more violently.
Tom’s heart fluttered, he couldn’t stand seeing his twin so... pathetic. Bill was adorable despite a runny nose and continuous sneezing and Tom didn’t think he’d ever wanted to nurse his brother more than now. Bill’s vulnerability was overwhelmingly endearing.
“I’ll take care of you,” he said, leaning forward to kiss the back of Bill’s neck. But Bill ducked away.
“I’m all gross.” He wriggled, trying to wrap the blankets around himself again but avoid Tom’s embrace.
Tom laughed at that, “I don’t think that’s something humanely possible.”
Bill shook his head again, swatting an irritating piece of hair away from his eyes, “You’ll catch my cold if you stay to close.”
Tom ignored his twin and leant forward, finally attaching his lips to Bill’s neck while wrapping his arms around Bill’s waist.
Bill squirmed but then settled into the hold and lay back down against Tom with a ‘humph’.
Tom laughed, nosing into Bill’s black tendrils and breathing hotly over him. Then he brought the blankets back around them both safely.
Bill remained in almost stony silence then decided he liked having his brother tend to his needs considerably more than the thought of trying to warm himself up on his own and he snuggled under Tom’s arm, his eyes slipping shut.
Tom looked down at Bill, his ebony hair fluffed up charmingly and his lashes fanning softly over his cheeks that were pinked from the heat of the room. Tom wondered how Bill could honestly claim he was cold while they had the heating turned on practically full. But, he reasoned, Bill was ill and when Bill was ill, Tom did anything and everything he could to help his twin recover including sweating it out.
“Tomi?” Tom’s train of thought was interrupted with the tiny call of his name.
He looked down to see Bill peering up at him, “Yes, Billa?” he replied, bringing his hand up to tuck a wandering lock of hair behind Bill’s ear.
Bill’s nose wrinkled in thanks before he said, “we haven’t decorated the Christmas tree yet.”
Tom glanced over to the corner of their living room where an empty and somewhat dejected looking Christmas tree was standing, “No, we haven’t,” he agreed, returning to meet Bill’s wide eyes.
“So,” Bill continued, “I thought we could do it today.”
Tom moaned, “Bill, you’re ill. Can’t we wait until you’re better?”
Bill shook his head, his nose wrinkling in distaste at the suggestion, “It’s the 22nd already, I might not be better for Christmas and then we won’t even have a tree!” he argued.
Tom rolled his eyes, “Bill...”
And then Bill sneezed, a sweet, tiny sneeze that sent Tom’s heart aching and his belly flipping. He cursed inwardly at the fact that Bill held such sovereign power over him, half the time without realising it. Bill scowled and snivelled miserably.
“Fine,” Tom huffed and Bill’s scowl was instantly upturned into the radiant smile he saved only for Tom.
He squealed, clapping his hands and kissing Tom’s cheek excitedly, “It’s gonna look so pretty!”
Tom rolled his eyes at how his brother had just lost at least ten years in mental age, mumbling in agreement and heaving himself up from the couch. He held out a hand for Bill but Bill shook his head, an impish grin spreading across his face, “I thought you could go get the decorations.”
Tom raised an eyebrow, “And you’ll...?”
Bill wiggled his ass against the sofa, snuggling beneath the quilts, “I’ll warm up.”
Tom rolled his eyes again, turning around and muttering good-natured obscenities to Bill all the way down the corridor to a spare room at the back of their apartment which they left mostly uninhabited bar the few guests who seldom visited.
When Tom returned, he dumped the box of tinsel and ball-balls on the floor beside the Christmas tree. Turning to face Bill on the sofa, he looked at him questioningly.
Bill smirked, sinking lower on the sofa and curling up against the cushions. He remained silent, merely nodded towards the box then looked at Tom.
Tom scoffed, “Are you kidding me?”
Bill continued to smirk, shaking his head and watching Tom expectantly. Bill wanted Tom to decorate the tree on his own.
Tom stood there, glaring at his twin. Then he perked, wondering if he could gain anything from the solo Christmas tree decorating he was about to be submitted to, “What exactly do I get out of this?” he asked slowly.
“A pretty Christmas tree,” Bill said happily.
Tom scowled and Bill giggled, “And a happy brother.”
Tom moaned, Bill was being sweet and when Bill was sweet it usually meant everything would go his way because Tom simply could not deny his twin.
When Tom still didn’t make a move towards decorating the tree Bill said, “I’m ill,” with a pout and doe-eyes.
“Okay okay, I’m doing it.” He stooped, grabbing the tinsel from the box and making to drape it festively over the branches.
“Wait!” Bill said sharply.
Tom turned to Bill, “What?”
“You need to put the lights on first,” Bill stated as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.
Tom huffed, dropping the gold and red tinsel back in the box and crouching over it again, picking out a smaller box of lights.
After these were strung over the greenery, he faced Bill again who had spent the entire time directing Tom’s every move and cackling at Tom’s grumblings and curses.
“Now you can put the tinsel on,” Bill offered.
Tom returned to the tree, “Well thank you very much,” he said dryly.
“Hey! You can’t be rude to me, I’m a dying kind.”
Tom chuckled, “I would say you’re going to make a full recovery,” he said, reaching for the tinsel once more.
Bill whined, “Tooomi! I need tender loving care at all times.”
“Nah, I think you’re fine. Maybe I’ll go now.” Tom dropped the tinsel he’d picked up and began to move towards the kitchen.
“But what am I going to do?” Bill wailed, a magnificent pout playing on his plush lips.
Tom smirked, “Decorate the Christmas Tree?”
Bill whined his name again but Tom ignored him with a grin, “I might go to Georg’s.”
He heard a rustling of covers and heard the patter of bare feet across the floor. Then a moist set of lips attacked the back of his neck shortly followed by cold hands creeping around his waist and under the hem of this over-sized hoodie and t-shirt to press themselves deviously against his hot skin.
Tom yelped, “Jeez Bill, you’re hands are fucking freezing!”
He felt Bill smirk against his neck and his nails bit into Tom’s skin eliciting another yelp from the older twin.
Then Bill sneezed again, recoiling from around Tom and doubling over as he sneezed violently for the second time, “Uuuuh Tom.”
“Bless you.” Bill had gone from annoying little brother to Tom’s innocent and poorly baby in a split second and Tom wrapped his arms around Bill, pulling him into a tight hug, Bill’s hands caught up between their bodies.
“Maybe you should go to bed.”
Bill nodded, and sniffed into Tom’s hoodie, “I hate being ill.”
“I know baby, and I hate you being ill.”
Bill sniffed again and buried into the opening of Tom’s hoodie, snuggling into it’s warmth.
“Come on,” Tom released Bill, but kept an arm around his waist, and guided him towards their bedroom.
Soon Bill was once more enveloped in duvets and blankets with Tom. Tom was sweltering under the layers and layers of quilts and was grateful that Bill demanded him in only boxers claiming that it was body heat he needed. Of course Tom wasn’t one to deny his twin something so pleasing for the both of them.
Bill was curled around Tom, leg’s intertwined as were fingers. Bill always loved Tom holding him as he was now and Tom was always more than happy to give that to his twin, he loved Bill more than anything.
Bill shifted beneath the blankets and sighed in contentment, “Thanks Tomi.”
“No problem, how are you feeling?” he asked, kissing the top of Bill’s head gently.
“Better.”
“Good.” he kissed Bill again, brushing a thumb over his hip.
“Tomi?”
“Yeah?”
“Are you going to finish decorating the tree?”
Tom rolled his eyes, “Maybe tomorrow.”
Bill sighed again, sleep was clearly invading Bill’s already tired mind.
Just as they were drifting off together, Bill sneezed.
Tom smiled into Bill’s hair and whispered quietly, “Bless you,” followed by an even quieter, “I love you.”
Next door, he heard his twin sneeze. Tom smiled at the sweetness of the sound and his voice called through into the room, “Bless you!”
“Thanks,” he heard Bill mumble and followed his own voice into the living room where he found Bill curled up on the sofa, blankets bunched up to his chin and his nose slightly pink from the cold he was hosting.
Tom chuckled at his baby brother, “Warm enough?” he asked as he dropped onto the couch next to Bill.
Bill shook his head with a sniff and a rather nasal, “No.”
Tom laughed softly, handing a mug to Bill who took it with a grateful smile, “Careful, it’s hot.”
Bill ignored this piece of advice and raised it to his lips, taking the tiniest of sips, “ouch!” Bill recoiled, frowning and placing the cocoa on a table next to the sofa, eyeing it accusingly and flicking his tongue out to tend to the damage.
Tom sighed, “I did warn you.”
“But I’m cold,” Bill countered, looking up at Tom, causing Tom’s heart to melt. Bill was gazing at him doe-eyed and innocent, his hair curling slightly at the edges, his tiny frame shaking slightly with the chill.
“You’re wearing about twenty layers,” Tom noted, placing his own hot chocolate next to the sofa on the floor carefully.
“I’m still cold,” Bill muttered, curling further up and wrapping the blankets tighter around himself.
Tom chuckled, “Can I come under?” he asked.
Bill’s brow furrowed slightly as he scrutinised his older brother, “hmm.”
Tom smirked, “I can help warm you up,” he suggested, quirking an eyebrow.
Bill perked at that offer, wriggling to free himself of the multitude of fabric cocooning his body snugly and tenting the quilts with an arm to allow Tom so slip under with him. Tom scooted closer to Bill, tucking his twin under an arm and wrapping them both up safely.
“Tomi,” Bill breathed, nuzzling into Tom’s neck and winding his own arm around Tom’s belly, rubbing softly over the hoodie that was hiding his toned skin.
Tom pulled Bill closer and trying to chase away the shivers that were trembling through his twin’s body and stroking his arm delicately, “Warming up yet?”
Bill shook his head and pressed a tiny kiss against Tom’s neck, “Nuh-uh.”
They remained in comfortable silence for several minutes, just listening to the inane sounds of the TV in front of them but not really watching it. Presently though, Bill sneezed again, sitting up and rubbing at his eyes tiredly.
Tom petted his sides affectionately, maintaining a straight face at his brothers cuteness, “Bless you.”
Bill grimaced, scooting away from Tom and perching on the edge of the sofa, “Ugh.”
“You’ll get better,” Tom stated quietly, attempting to pull Bill close again, determined to warm him up to his brother’s satisfaction.
“I’m all coldy,” Bill grumbled, shaking his head a little, now shivering more violently.
Tom’s heart fluttered, he couldn’t stand seeing his twin so... pathetic. Bill was adorable despite a runny nose and continuous sneezing and Tom didn’t think he’d ever wanted to nurse his brother more than now. Bill’s vulnerability was overwhelmingly endearing.
“I’ll take care of you,” he said, leaning forward to kiss the back of Bill’s neck. But Bill ducked away.
“I’m all gross.” He wriggled, trying to wrap the blankets around himself again but avoid Tom’s embrace.
Tom laughed at that, “I don’t think that’s something humanely possible.”
Bill shook his head again, swatting an irritating piece of hair away from his eyes, “You’ll catch my cold if you stay to close.”
Tom ignored his twin and leant forward, finally attaching his lips to Bill’s neck while wrapping his arms around Bill’s waist.
Bill squirmed but then settled into the hold and lay back down against Tom with a ‘humph’.
Tom laughed, nosing into Bill’s black tendrils and breathing hotly over him. Then he brought the blankets back around them both safely.
Bill remained in almost stony silence then decided he liked having his brother tend to his needs considerably more than the thought of trying to warm himself up on his own and he snuggled under Tom’s arm, his eyes slipping shut.
Tom looked down at Bill, his ebony hair fluffed up charmingly and his lashes fanning softly over his cheeks that were pinked from the heat of the room. Tom wondered how Bill could honestly claim he was cold while they had the heating turned on practically full. But, he reasoned, Bill was ill and when Bill was ill, Tom did anything and everything he could to help his twin recover including sweating it out.
“Tomi?” Tom’s train of thought was interrupted with the tiny call of his name.
He looked down to see Bill peering up at him, “Yes, Billa?” he replied, bringing his hand up to tuck a wandering lock of hair behind Bill’s ear.
Bill’s nose wrinkled in thanks before he said, “we haven’t decorated the Christmas tree yet.”
Tom glanced over to the corner of their living room where an empty and somewhat dejected looking Christmas tree was standing, “No, we haven’t,” he agreed, returning to meet Bill’s wide eyes.
“So,” Bill continued, “I thought we could do it today.”
Tom moaned, “Bill, you’re ill. Can’t we wait until you’re better?”
Bill shook his head, his nose wrinkling in distaste at the suggestion, “It’s the 22nd already, I might not be better for Christmas and then we won’t even have a tree!” he argued.
Tom rolled his eyes, “Bill...”
And then Bill sneezed, a sweet, tiny sneeze that sent Tom’s heart aching and his belly flipping. He cursed inwardly at the fact that Bill held such sovereign power over him, half the time without realising it. Bill scowled and snivelled miserably.
“Fine,” Tom huffed and Bill’s scowl was instantly upturned into the radiant smile he saved only for Tom.
He squealed, clapping his hands and kissing Tom’s cheek excitedly, “It’s gonna look so pretty!”
Tom rolled his eyes at how his brother had just lost at least ten years in mental age, mumbling in agreement and heaving himself up from the couch. He held out a hand for Bill but Bill shook his head, an impish grin spreading across his face, “I thought you could go get the decorations.”
Tom raised an eyebrow, “And you’ll...?”
Bill wiggled his ass against the sofa, snuggling beneath the quilts, “I’ll warm up.”
Tom rolled his eyes again, turning around and muttering good-natured obscenities to Bill all the way down the corridor to a spare room at the back of their apartment which they left mostly uninhabited bar the few guests who seldom visited.
When Tom returned, he dumped the box of tinsel and ball-balls on the floor beside the Christmas tree. Turning to face Bill on the sofa, he looked at him questioningly.
Bill smirked, sinking lower on the sofa and curling up against the cushions. He remained silent, merely nodded towards the box then looked at Tom.
Tom scoffed, “Are you kidding me?”
Bill continued to smirk, shaking his head and watching Tom expectantly. Bill wanted Tom to decorate the tree on his own.
Tom stood there, glaring at his twin. Then he perked, wondering if he could gain anything from the solo Christmas tree decorating he was about to be submitted to, “What exactly do I get out of this?” he asked slowly.
“A pretty Christmas tree,” Bill said happily.
Tom scowled and Bill giggled, “And a happy brother.”
Tom moaned, Bill was being sweet and when Bill was sweet it usually meant everything would go his way because Tom simply could not deny his twin.
When Tom still didn’t make a move towards decorating the tree Bill said, “I’m ill,” with a pout and doe-eyes.
“Okay okay, I’m doing it.” He stooped, grabbing the tinsel from the box and making to drape it festively over the branches.
“Wait!” Bill said sharply.
Tom turned to Bill, “What?”
“You need to put the lights on first,” Bill stated as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.
Tom huffed, dropping the gold and red tinsel back in the box and crouching over it again, picking out a smaller box of lights.
After these were strung over the greenery, he faced Bill again who had spent the entire time directing Tom’s every move and cackling at Tom’s grumblings and curses.
“Now you can put the tinsel on,” Bill offered.
Tom returned to the tree, “Well thank you very much,” he said dryly.
“Hey! You can’t be rude to me, I’m a dying kind.”
Tom chuckled, “I would say you’re going to make a full recovery,” he said, reaching for the tinsel once more.
Bill whined, “Tooomi! I need tender loving care at all times.”
“Nah, I think you’re fine. Maybe I’ll go now.” Tom dropped the tinsel he’d picked up and began to move towards the kitchen.
“But what am I going to do?” Bill wailed, a magnificent pout playing on his plush lips.
Tom smirked, “Decorate the Christmas Tree?”
Bill whined his name again but Tom ignored him with a grin, “I might go to Georg’s.”
He heard a rustling of covers and heard the patter of bare feet across the floor. Then a moist set of lips attacked the back of his neck shortly followed by cold hands creeping around his waist and under the hem of this over-sized hoodie and t-shirt to press themselves deviously against his hot skin.
Tom yelped, “Jeez Bill, you’re hands are fucking freezing!”
He felt Bill smirk against his neck and his nails bit into Tom’s skin eliciting another yelp from the older twin.
Then Bill sneezed again, recoiling from around Tom and doubling over as he sneezed violently for the second time, “Uuuuh Tom.”
“Bless you.” Bill had gone from annoying little brother to Tom’s innocent and poorly baby in a split second and Tom wrapped his arms around Bill, pulling him into a tight hug, Bill’s hands caught up between their bodies.
“Maybe you should go to bed.”
Bill nodded, and sniffed into Tom’s hoodie, “I hate being ill.”
“I know baby, and I hate you being ill.”
Bill sniffed again and buried into the opening of Tom’s hoodie, snuggling into it’s warmth.
“Come on,” Tom released Bill, but kept an arm around his waist, and guided him towards their bedroom.
Soon Bill was once more enveloped in duvets and blankets with Tom. Tom was sweltering under the layers and layers of quilts and was grateful that Bill demanded him in only boxers claiming that it was body heat he needed. Of course Tom wasn’t one to deny his twin something so pleasing for the both of them.
Bill was curled around Tom, leg’s intertwined as were fingers. Bill always loved Tom holding him as he was now and Tom was always more than happy to give that to his twin, he loved Bill more than anything.
Bill shifted beneath the blankets and sighed in contentment, “Thanks Tomi.”
“No problem, how are you feeling?” he asked, kissing the top of Bill’s head gently.
“Better.”
“Good.” he kissed Bill again, brushing a thumb over his hip.
“Tomi?”
“Yeah?”
“Are you going to finish decorating the tree?”
Tom rolled his eyes, “Maybe tomorrow.”
Bill sighed again, sleep was clearly invading Bill’s already tired mind.
Just as they were drifting off together, Bill sneezed.
Tom smiled into Bill’s hair and whispered quietly, “Bless you,” followed by an even quieter, “I love you.”
Merry belated Christmas! It was in fact posted on time on THF but not on here. Happy New Year however!
