#weird russian christmas things oh my god kent you're too much

[tiptoe39]

for prompt Kent/Tater, Holiday:

Kent turns to sit sideways on the couch, snuggling into his boyfriend’s side, and pulled out his phone to check the calendar. “Crap. I don’t think we can get together for Christmas.”

Tater looks down at Kent, a little puzzled. “Why not?”

Kent taps the phone a couple times, double-checking the Aces’ and Falconers’ schedule. “We’ve got home games on opposite sides of the country on December 24th and 26th. Makes getting together for the 25th a little awkward.”

Tater lets out a little laugh. “No big. We get together for *real* Christmas.”

Kent looks up at Tater, a little annoyed. “Yeah. Real Christmas. December 25. Baby Jesus and Santa.”

Tater runs his fingers through Kent’s hair, fussing a bit with the cowlick. “No. Real Christmas. Russian Christmas. January 7. Baby Jesus and Snow Maidens. When I have home game and Aces are playing Bruins.” A kiss to the top of Kent’s head. “Father Frost can leave present for you at my house, and we eat my Babushka’s pirozhki.”

Kent turns around, looking up at Tater. “I’m not completely sure what that is, but I can do weird Russian Christmas things if it means I get to see you.”

Tater snorts. “Is not weird. Is little meat pie. So, good plan, yes? We get together then?”

Kent nods. “Absolutely.” And he eases himself into Tater’s lap. “In the meantime, we’re together now…”