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This Wasn't On My List
Dan/Jones, R, 986 words.
This is for [livejournal.com profile] the_reverand, who I made want Santa!Dan. It was supposed to be for the [livejournal.com profile] boosh_shorts holiday challenge, but it absolutely refused to be 200 words. It also absolutely refused to be the crack I was expecting and turned into a big angsty/soppy Roadtrip wank. :P Not with any actual wanking, though there is a bit of groping. This'll be about 8 months after the end of One Day We'll Look Back And... I think it can stand on its own, but for the uninitiated, it's 7 years pre-series and therefore Dan's a bit less bitter than you might otherwise find him.

Masterlist for this universe is here.



This Wasn't On My List

"C'mon, Dan, please?"

Jones has landed some strange gigs in the time Dan's known him, but this one deserves some sort of fucking award. Surely there are DJs better suited to a children's home Christmas disco, and Jones wouldn't call them DJs. Still, he's waving a white-trimmed red robe and hat and making his eyes enormous and sad. Between that and the yards of glittery wire garland twined up his arms, he looks like something off the Island of Misfit Toys. Jones would probably take that as a compliment.

"Why can't... Bear or...Quidditch do it?"

"Pony's gotta be an elf, and who the fuck's Quidditch? Sometimes I think you get 'em wrong on purpose."

"I might do better if they had names meant for humans. The round one with the beard. He'd be perfect."

"You mean Wizard. He was gonna, actually, but he's got some sort of infected...you don't wanna know. Seriously, Dan, there's no one else, or I wouldn't ask." Jones drapes the costume over the back of the settee and sits down, folding himself into Dan's side and shamelessly shoving a hand up his shirt, teasing at one of his nipples just a shade too lightly to do any good, the garlands round his wrist scratching against Dan's skin. "Please? All you gotta do is hand out some presents and pretend not to be a complete bastard for half an hour. It ain't a normal set, neither. I might even play something you like."

The 'something you like' is breathed wetly into Dan's ear as Jones's fingers stop teasing and close in a gentle pinch the way he knows is something Dan likes. "Why?" Dan groans. He tries to pull Jones round to face him but Jones is having none of it.

"'Cause I'm asking nice?"

"Manipulating me with sex isn't nice." (It is.)

Dan wrenches Jones's hand out of his shirt, but Jones twists it away easily and reaches down to squeeze Dan's cock through his jeans. "You fuckin' love it," Jones says, half mischief and half lust, dodging away from being kissed in favour of nibbling at Dan's neck along the line where lazy stubble gives way to smooth skin.

Dan spreads his legs a bit wider and leans his head back. "Maybe. But I meant why you're doing it, not why I should."

"I do it every year. You sayin' yes yet or've I gotta blow you?"

"I'm going to look like a twat." Dan grumbles it, but he can't help smiling a bit when Jones climbs astride his lap and beams at him.

"You'll be like a grunge Father Christmas. The kids'll probably think it's well ironic." Jones gives him a kiss, the sort meant to be brief, but Dan catches him round the back of the neck and prolongs it, sucking at Jones's bottom lip until he makes a small high sighing noise and their tongues meet in shallow teasing flutters amid slow slides of lips.

It's times like these that things Dan shouldn't think race through his head and make him dizzy, places they've tacitly agreed not to go, words that aren't for this that Dan pours into fiction instead, scribbled scraps that he blushes at and hides away. The way Jones smiles at him sometimes, like he does now when they finally break apart, makes Dan wonder if it might not be so bad for him to say those things, to ask for them, but the knots in his stomach at the prospect make him not so sure he wants to say them.

What he says instead is, "You can still blow me if you want." It's just easier.

Jones's soft lazy smile that looks like a secret changes to a glittering cheeky one. "Maybe after. I gotta make you behave yourself somehow."

"Fucking tease."

"It'll be good for you. Builds character. Good job you'll be wearing that big drapey robe or you'd look like a dirty paedo even though you're really just havin' a lech at me antlers."

"Antlers."

"Yeah! I'm Rudolph! Got a red nose and all."

There's something oddly appropriate in that. Father Christmas and his pet misfit, the weird one that shines brighter than the rest. "Why do you do this every year?"

Jones's smile fades and he climbs off Dan. "'Cause it's really shit to be stuck in a place like that at Christmas. It's shit anyway, but it's more shit when you're meant to be shaking your presents and getting sick off mince pies."

Dan knows what Jones is saying, but it doesn't make sense. "I thought your grandmother--"

"She got real bad pneumonia this one winter. Spent ages in hospital and nearly didn't make it. And I was only like, thirteen, and she's all the family I got, so...." Jones shrugs and Dan can guess the rest. "I never believed in God or nothing, but they had this big glowy plastic nativity scene in the front garden. I used to sit there and talk to the weird little neon Jesus, and I promised him that if she could be okay, I'd do something to make it better for the other kids."

Dan can see the whole thing, and this might be what it feels like to have your heart break. He can't say anything because it'll be 'you're so fucking brilliant' with too much meaning behind it, so he just pulls Jones to him and holds on as tight as he can. Jones muffles something into his shoulder that might be 'big girl's blouse,' and Dan laughs.

He laughs too, later, at Jones with fucking antlers on his head and a red foam nose and even more garland on his arms. They look like the most massive pair of tits in the universe, Father Christmas and reindeer-man rattling through the tube juggling a flight case and a crate of records, but Jones laughs and pulls faces at everyone who stares, and if he doesn't mind, then Dan doesn't either.

Date: 2010-06-18 01:38 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] storyfan.livejournal.com
Oh, this is brilliant. Just brilliant. Now for some favorite lines:

"I do it every year. You sayin' yes yet or've I gotta blow you?"

So great. Just so direct and fun, all at the same time.

"She got real bad pneumonia this one winter. Spent ages in hospital and nearly didn't make it. And I was only like, thirteen, and she's all the family I got, so...." Jones shrugs and Dan can guess the rest. "I never believed in God or nothing, but they had this big glowy plastic nativity scene in the front garden. I used to sit there and talk to the weird little neon Jesus, and I promised him that if she could be okay, I'd do something to make it better for the other kids."

So many people make promises like this and don't keep them, or keep them for a little bit and then forget. And this is such a cool thing for Jones to want to do, plus he gets to put a lot of himself into it. I can see a bunch of kids just loving him for coming into their lives and treating them like normal kids. And Dan's going along with it tell Jones that he loves him. The words don't really have to be said.

Now I'm crying. Thanks.

But I still love you.

Date: 2010-06-18 02:32 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] thirstyrobot.livejournal.com
*sings the 'didn't mean to make you cry' bit of Bohemian Rhapsody all off-key and horrible*

Dan does love the everliving crap out of Jones, but it's going to take a lot more years and a couple of broken bones for him to really come to terms with it. ;__;

Jones totally keeps even the really mad promises, always. That's part of why he's awesome. It's sort of a riff on the Kinder egg wagering thing, I guess. I know way too much about a guy who was in a show for five minutes. XD

<3 Thank you so much, my dear. *deposits neatly starched pile of monogrammed hankies just in case*

Date: 2010-06-18 01:39 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ftw302.livejournal.com
:') this...was beautiful. I love this verse. I loved this. Love...love...love :')))

Date: 2010-06-18 02:37 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] thirstyrobot.livejournal.com
It loves you back and makes you mince pies with little tiny records on top. <3

Date: 2010-06-18 01:43 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] the-reverand.livejournal.com
Groping and heartbreak and a total fucking lol at Quidditch/Wizard! :D I love these two, the way you write them, the way Dan always feels as if he's just happily pulled/swept along by Jones, and the history you've clearly got all worked out for them, Jones and his grandma and neon Jesus, which is so perfect and heart squeezy. :(

AND ANTLERS! :D

How did you turn crack Dan!Santa into something so wonderful!? <3

Date: 2010-06-18 03:03 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] thirstyrobot.livejournal.com
I actually know people named Pony and Wizard. I guess that was cheating a bit. :P I'm so glad you liked this even if it didn't come out all cracky like it was supposed to. <3

Hehehe, as soon as I realized I could work the antlers in, there was no stopping it.

Also I just realized I will have to write the waitress at some point. ;__; But I want to play with them forever so that's wayyyy far off.

Date: 2010-06-18 01:43 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] thickets.livejournal.com
This was lovely and loving (no matter how Dan resists it) and sweet and sad. <3 Poor Reindeer Jones, I want to snuggle him.

Date: 2010-06-18 03:09 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] thirstyrobot.livejournal.com
Thank you! <3 Dangerous prospect, snuggling a man in antlers. ;) Dan so loves him forever behind all the insecure/soon-to-be-self-loathing denial and it kind of kills me a little.

Date: 2010-06-18 01:50 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] luridlolly.livejournal.com
BEST CHRISTMAS IN JUNE EVER! I love the road trip 'verse, and you've got their voices so absolutely believable. And I love manipulative!Jones, and the bit with the Quidditch/Wizard confusion made me smile A LOT :D

Date: 2010-06-18 03:23 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] thirstyrobot.livejournal.com
YAY, thank you! :D Manipulative!Jones is a dirty dirty boy that wanted this to just descend into pornville. I figure Jones talked about Harry Potter so much that all Dan could remember was that Wizard's name was 'something to do with Harry fucking Potter' and that's why he screwed it up. :P

Date: 2010-06-18 02:32 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] silent-fields.livejournal.com
I also quite enjoyed Quidditch/Wizard. :D

Dan can see the whole thing, and this might be what it feels like to have your heart break. He can't say anything because it'll be 'you're so fucking brilliant' with too much meaning behind it, so he just pulls Jones to him and holds on as tight as he can.

Oh Dan. <3

This was lovely. I really enjoy seeing more of your back story for them unfold. Look forward to more!

Date: 2010-06-18 03:52 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] thirstyrobot.livejournal.com
Thank you! <3 Dan pretty much kills me repeatedly. And there will be more--apparently I'm going to write all the spaces between the original battlefic and the roadtrip in bitty tiny pieces because I can't let go of it.

Date: 2010-06-18 03:56 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] silent-fields.livejournal.com
YAY! I reread both often, so it's great to have more stepping stones between the two. Good luck!

Date: 2010-06-18 05:00 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] thirstyrobot.livejournal.com
It makes me go :D :D :D a lot that you reread them, thank you! <3

Date: 2010-06-18 04:40 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] the-reverand.livejournal.com
apparently I'm going to write all the spaces between the original battlefic and the roadtrip

Oh! OH! I am curious about how they fall apart, even though it will hurt. :( It will help to know it all works out in the end, though.

Date: 2010-06-18 05:02 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] thirstyrobot.livejournal.com
OMG it will hurt a lot. That thing about the waitress in the battlefic is how it happens but I haven't decided exactly how it goes and I'm kind of afraid of it.

Unrelatedly, LOL, because I have nearly the exact same crop of your icon open in Photoshop right now. XD

Date: 2010-06-18 01:32 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] beansidhe-baby.livejournal.com
This was shockingly lovely. I particularly liked thirteen year old Jones and neon Jesus, it was like an urban fairy tale. Only nice and not twatty posturing ♥

Date: 2010-06-18 10:47 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] thirstyrobot.livejournal.com
Thank you! I'm glad you liked it! nice and not twatty posturing pretty much sums up Jones for me at any age. <3

Perfect

Date: 2010-06-18 06:43 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] voodoohedghog.livejournal.com
"Father Christmas and his pet misfit, the weird one that shines brighter than the rest."

Well if that isn't the best idea for some holiday fan art ever!

Re: Perfect

Date: 2010-06-18 10:41 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] thirstyrobot.livejournal.com
Thank you! :D (Dare I hope that this means you might make said art?)

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