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25 Days of Sleighpairs: Frobby | Freddie Slater x Bobby Beale (EastEnders) + “Party”

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They could hear the party going on without them in the front room. Cheers went up as the song changed to "Fairytale of New York" and everyone started belting out along to it, even though Christmas was 4 days ago.

Freddie, for the first time in his life, didn't care that he wasn't part of it. It was hard to care about pretty much anything other than what was happening in his room.

Bobby, on the other hand, stilled beneath him, the noise from downstairs evidently reminding him where they were.

'Maybe we should...' he started to say but stopped, his breath catching in his throat as Freddie fingers skirted along his hip, slipping beneath his jumper.

He stopped, though, and pulled his mouth from his neck to look down at him. God, he shouldn't have done that. Bobby’s face was flushed pink, but his eyes were dark and drawing him back in.

'You wanna stop?' Freddie asked, his tongue darting out across his bottom lip as he bit it, trying to get some control over himself. It should be embarassing how wound up he already was, but he really didn't care.

'No,' Bobby said quickly, then huffed out a light chuckle as Freddie grinned. 'No, I don't. It's just... well, what if someone walks in?'

Glancing at the door, he shook his head and confidently said, 'They won't.'

'They might.'

'Bob, no one's gonna come in.’

He wasn't convinced. Freddie tried to think of a speedy solution, but he was still having a hard time using the head on his shoulders.

'Well... what if we go to yours?' he asked, dropping his gaze back down to him. 'You said your dad and Cindy were going out to the Vic for drinks, didn't you?‘

They would have the house to themselves. The possibility stirred something in his stomach; since they got together, they had almost never had the opportunity to be alone. Not properly. They were always working at the chippy, or the pie and mash shop, or someone was around, making it impossible to really relax, like right now.

Bobby's eyebrows lifted at the implication, obviously thinking the same thing. He faltered, and they could hear everyone screaming the chorus of the song.

'But the party,' he began.

'There'll be other parties,' Freddie countered. 'I wasn't even that keen this year. I just said yeah 'cause Stace wanted to throw one, what with the kids at Martin's tonight. I knew I was gonna end up sneaking off to spend the night with you anyway.'

'But—‘ Bobby started to protest.

'Bob, trust me. I ain't missing out on anything,' he said sincerely. 'I'd rather be right here. I'd take this over a party any day. No competition.'

The statement seemed to stun Bobby speechless for a moment, then he was nodding, and he said, 'In that case, we should definitely go to my house.'

'Yeah?'

'Yeah.'

Freddie swallowed, his heart in his throat. He scrambled to get off the bed, pulling Bobby with him. They managed to get down the stairs and through the crowded house.

As they crossed the square to Bobby's, the doors of the Vic opened and Shrimpy stumbled out, barely propped up by Winston. From inside, there were even more cheers and bad karaoke as fireworks exploded in the sky. A countdown had started.

Bobby opened the back gate, and they slipped out of sight into the garden. A muffled cheer filled the square.

‘Think it’s midnight,’ Freddie said and took a step closer, grinning. ‘Happy New Year, Bob.’

‘Happy New Year, Freddie.’

He leaned down and kissed him, his hands instinctively finding their way to either side of his neck. He pressed forward, and Bobby blindly got the kitchen door open. They retreated into the empty house as the rest of the square brought in the bells.