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Minnie I'm gonna marry you

minnie, do you think seb decorates his apartment with Christmas stuff? and if he does, does chris help him?*-*

Whoaaa, you guys are in my brain!! It just so happens that last night’s falling asleep Evanstan fantasy was basically about this lol. I was going to keep this short but as usual I failed, so I‘m going to put most of it under the keep reading tag, so I won’t clog up everyone’s dash.

So, imagine that at an undetermined point in time, in early December, Chris happens to be in New York, and he calls Sebastian to see if he has time to go for a coffee or grab a bite to eat. They haven’t seen each other in a while, and Chris- well, he misses Sebastian. Seb immediately agrees, telling Chris that he didn’t really have any plans today anyway, except for getting a Christmas tree, but that can wait. But Chris, since he’s somewhat of a Christmas fanatic, enthusiastically tells Sebastian that they can still do that, they can go get Seb a tree, he’ll just come with him! Sebastian laughs and goes, “Well, if you’re sure...” and gives Chris the address of a vendor near his apartment, telling him to meet him there in thirty minutes.  

Sebastian is already there when Chris arrives, and they greet each other with a hug. 

“I like your coat,” Sebastian smiles, gently tugging on the lapels of Chris’s navy winter coat.

“Oh thanks, I like your hat. It looks- cute,” Chris blurts out, and then bites his tongue, because cute? 

Sebastian just laughs in that way that makes his nose crinkle, and mischievously asks, “Cute, huh?”

“Yeah, well, it is, it’s a nice hat, with the.. the cable knit...” Chris splutters, hoping Sebastian will blame his blush on the cold. 

When they’re done flirting-but-pretending-their-not-flirting, they go to pick out a  tree. Chris interrogates the vendor about whether or not the type of tree Sebastian likes sheds a lot, and Sebastian looks on with amusement, eventually interrupting with a gently hand on Chris’s upper arm. When Sebastian pays for his tree, the vendor asks him if they need it to be delivered, or if “you and your partner can handle it yourselves?” 

Sebastian’s eyes widen and he opens his mouth to say, “Oh, we’re n-”, but Chris interrupts with a “We’ve got it, but thank you,” giving the man a smile. 

The look Sebastian shoots him is slightly surprised but not offended, thank god, and he doesn’t say anything. When they set off towards Sebastian’s place, Chris insists on carrying the heavier end of the tree, which makes Sebastian joke, “Oh, you think you’re so much stronger than me, huh?” Chris chokes on thin air and almost falls over himself to ensure Sebastian that’s not the case, he didn’t mean that Seb couldn’t...! - but Seb just laughs and goes, “Relax, Chris. I’m just messing with you. Thanks for helping me with this.”

It’s a good thing they’re both wearing gloves, and that Seb’s apartment is just a few blocks away, because the tree might be pretty, but it’s also prickly and a lot heavier than is looks. Chris heaves a sigh of relief once they get it inside Sebastian’s apartment building, into the lifts, and finally into Sebastian’s home. They find a nice spot for the tree, near the window, and then they take off their hats and scarves and coats, Chris plopping down on Sebastian’s chair while Seb goes into the kitchen to fetch them something to drink. He tells Chris he’s got mulled wine if he wants some, which he got especially for the occasion. When Chris frowns and asks him if he was going to drink it by himself, Sebastian confesses he’d been planning on getting his tree and decorating it with his friend Deirdre, but that he’d cancelled their plans when Chris called. Chris immediately starts apologizing for interfering with Sebastian’s plans, but Seb assures him it’s fine, he’d seen Deirdre just last week.

“I just... thought it would be nice to spend some time with you, you know?” Sebastian says, turning away from Chris to fidget with a pillow, fluffing it up and putting it back on his blue armchair. Chris thinks he Sebastian might be blush a little, but he can’t be sure.

“I could’ve just joined you and Deirdre, though, “ Chris insists. “I wouldn’t have minded.” 

“Yeah, I know, but... I kinda wanted it to be just the two of us.” This time, Sebastian shoots him a small smile, almost embarrassed.

“Oh,” Chris says, his heart skipping several beats in his chest. “That’s... yeah. It is nice.”

They smile at each other bashfully, and then Sebastian quickly goes to get them their drinks and puts on some old-timey Christmas songs. He already took out his box of Christmas decorations earlier that morning, and for the next half hour, the two of them busy themselves decorating the tree with all kinds of shiny gold and red baubles, sparkling tinsel, and a gold star on the top. There’s even a Captain America ornament, painted red white and blue like the shield, which a fan once gave to Sebastian at a con. Chris feels strangely pleased when he sees it and takes it upon himself to hang the ornament in the tree, giving it a place of honor at the front, near the top. When he turns around, he finds Sebastian looking at him with a strange look on his face. From where Chris is standing, his eyes look almost a little glossy. 

“Hey, you okay?” Chris asks, concerned.

Sebastian nods, swallows. “Yeah, I’m fine. It’s just...” He hesitates, before taking a breath and finishing, “It’s just really good to see you again.” 

Oh, Chris thinks, almost melting into a puddle right there and then. “I know,” he breathes, unconsciously taking a step closer. “I- I’ve missed you.” 

“Me too,” Sebastian says, too quickly. 

Chris doesn’t let himself think about it too hard when he opens his arms and says, “C’mere,” beckoning Sebastian closer. 

Sebastian comes immediately, fitting himself against Chris’s chest and winding his arms around his waist, face buried in his shoulder. They stand there like that for a long time, much longer than a hug between friends usually lasts for, but Chris can’t bring himself to pull away. When the music changes and Sinatra’s ‘White Christmas’ starts to play, Chris gently begins to rock them back and forth, until they’re swaying, almost dancing, still wrapped up in each other while the gentle notes drift through the air like snowflakes, all around them. 

Finally, Sebastian stirs, slowly lifting his head from Chris’s chest to meet his eyes, and Chris’s heart swells in his chest when he sees his own feelings, feelings he’s been trying to suppress for too long now, reflected back at him. They look at each other silently for a minute, saying without words what they should’ve said years ago. 

“I’m going to kiss you now,” Chris murmurs finally, already starting to lean in.  

Sebastian’s breathy “Please” gets lost somewhere between his lips and Chris’s lips, in the kiss they’ve both dreamed about too many times to count, but which surpasses anything they could’ve imagined. 

🎄💖🎄💖🎄💖