The art of living together - To friendship spin-off
#5: Merry Christmas, you perv
Author: Ligeia
Fandom: Richy Guitar
Characters: Richy/Igor
Rating: PG
Category: Romance
Summary: "Merry Christmas, you perv"
Disclaimer: this is a work of fiction. Richy Guitar and all related characters were originally created by Michael Laux. I own nothing. No copyright infringement intended.
"Thank God it's over!"
Richard closed the door behind him and leaned his back against it.
Igor poked his head from the kitchen and smiled. "Come on, it can't have been so bad."
"You know my parents: my mother spent the whole time saying I should go back home, that the flat feels huge and empty now that I'm gone, and that she feels terribly alone; while my father kept telling me it was high time I started earning my own money and moving out was the right thing to do, so I can understand the value of money. Only, he can't understand why I'm sharing a flat with 'that weird boy', as he put it."
"Your dad never really liked me." Igor commented as he approached.
"He doesn't approve of men wearing make-up, he probably thinks I'll turn into a lipstick-wearing, flamboyant queer if I spend too much time with you."
"I don't care about lipstick, but I'm working on the rest," Igor grinned and wrapped his arms around Richard's shoulders.
"Idiot," Richard replied affectionately and leaned down for a kiss. There, in their little messy flat, with Igor's arms around him, he finally felt at home.
"What's in that bag?" The drummer asked when he broke the kiss.
"Leftovers." Richard stepped away from the entrance and walked into the kitchen. "Mum's afraid I'm not eating enough now that no one's cooking for me."
"Great. I brought back leftovers too, but your mum's a much better cook than mine."
"How did your Christmas dinner go?" Richard enquired as he put various tinfoil-wrapped dishes into the fridge.
Igor shrugged. "It was all right. My parents just wanted to make sure I'm not selling drugs or prostituting myself in order to pay the rent."
"I wouldn't let you do that." Richard replied. 'I'm much too jealous to share you with anyone else.' He silently added.
"I know." Igor walked up behind Richard and hugged him, pressing his cheek against the guitarist's spine. "Can we exchange presents now?"
Richard laughed. "You're such an impatient little brat." He turned around, gave him a peck on the lips and took his hand. "Come on."
They entered Igor's former bedroom, which they had turned into a small living room since they had started sharing Richard's bed, and sat down on the floor next to the tiny Christmas tree they had set up the week before. Two presents were sitting beneath its branches.
"Here." Richard grabbed a small package wrapped in silver paper and gave it to Igor. "Merry Christmas."
The drummer tore the wrapping paper away greedily, revealing a pair of fingerless leather gloves.
"Cool! My old ones are falling apart." He put them on immediately, curling and uncurling his fingers to test them. "And they feel great, not too soft and not too rough. Thank you, Richy, they're perfect." He leaned forward and kissed him softly. Richard shivered when he felt Igor's leather-clad palm on the back of his neck.
"And this is for you," the drummer said handing him the other package. Richard tore at the bright red wrapping paper and gaped at his present. Igor had got him a pair of handcuffs.
He looked up, grinning. "Am I supposed to wear them as an extremely punk accessory?"
Igor shrugged. "You'd look all dangerous and cool with them hanging from your belt. Or," he added lowering his voice and tilting his head to the side. "You could wear them just for me."
The mere thought of what Igor was implying would have made Richard blush to the roots of his hair just a few months before. Now he found himself looking forward to the idea. He put an arm around Igor's shoulders and pulled him into a kiss.
"Merry Christmas, you perv."
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December 2008