Title: Christmas Gifts
Author: Taylor Jameson
Fandom: Askewniverse (Clerks)
Rating: Eh, PG?
Summary: Sentimental? Maybe... Smutty? Hell yes.
Archive: To the preapproved, everyone else ask first
Disclaimer: I don't own them, KS does. He rules, I don't. Notice a trend?
Notes: This happens a year after the Christmas Special comic. *G* Yep, yet another reminiscent holiday...
Writer's Comments: I'm really getting into Randal/Dante and Banky/Holden. Then you add Jay/Silent Bob...geeze, I need to get away from all these
Dedication: This one is for everyone that knows someone (even if it happens to be them) like Randal.
Christmas Eve 1999
Dante pushed himself off the ice to the bench and began removing his skates, rolling his eyes as Randal did some show-off moves and sat beside him.
"Awesome game Dante." Randal smirked, unlacing his skates.
"We got creamed." Dante put the skates in his bag and rubbed his sore feet.
"Sure, if you look at it by numbers. But we had a good time." Randal slid into his shoes and took Dante's nearest foot, rubbing the soreness out.
"You had a good time." Dante wiped away the almost crystallized sweat, "I got picked on."
"Statistically you are a better player than me, so they single you out." Randal slid Dante's shoe on and tied it for him.
"Sure." Dante shrugged, standing on wobbly legs. "Come on, let's go back to your place and finish wrapping our parents gifts."
"You actually wrap those things?" Randal raised an eyebrow.
* * * * *
"Remember last Christmas?" Randal smirked, taking a hot mug of chocolate from Dante.
"I'm still trying to forget." Dante sighed.
"I can't believe you remembered about that jacket." Randal went about the task of wrapping a spice rack.
"I can't believe I let you talk me into caning Caitlin." Dante set his gift aside.
"I can't either...you should remember that for the next time I try to convince you to do something." Randal wrapped a layer of tape around the hideous green paper.
"I'll keep it in mind." Dante sat up on Randal's bed, curling his feet up under him.
"Kinda funny though," Randal looked up at his friend, "That night, we just sat there drinking hot chocolate for like an hour."
"We always drink hot chocolate when it's cold out. You can't handle coffee." Dante relaxed back on the cold pillows.
"I just thought it was ironic that Christmas is usually reserved for the family, yet here we are...just like last year. Christmas eve...sitting around drinking hot chocolate." Randal shrugged and went back to mutilating the package further.
"Well, I guess outside of my parents you're the only person I've got left." Dante let his eyes close.
"How sweet of you." Randal was getting frustrated and attacked the paper with scissors.
"Sure." Dante heard the struggling and got up, then helped Randal unwrap and rewrap the gift as they listened to carolers down the block.
"Uh, hey." Randal stood, heading to his dresser, "I...I got you something this year."
Dante laughed, "Really? I got you something too...it's not real big, but you know..."
"Yeah." Randal opened one of the drawers and pulled out a small felt covered box, "I hope you don't mind...I didn't wrap it or anything."
"You shouldn't have." Dante smiled, opening the box. Inside was a small gold heart locket. Dante took it out and opened to locket to find a small picture of Caitlin on one side, and Randal on the other. Dante noted that the picture was about three years old, but didn't dwell on it. "You really shouldn't have..."
"I thought it was kinda...well, you know. Me and Caitlin can always be with you now. Even though she's in the loony bin." Randal smirked, bouncing up on his bed.
"That's really sweet of you Randal...you really shock me sometimes." Dante grinned, "I never knew you cared."
"Hey, someone's gotta watch over your sorry ass." Randal flopped back on the quilt, "So, what'd you get me?"
"Well, stand up and cover your eyes." Dante pulled Randal off the bed.
"This better be good." Randal complied.
"It will be." Dante purred, then took Randal in a soft kiss.
"Dante..." Randal took his hands off his eyes, "Are you trying to seduce a helpless young boy?"
"No." Dante smiled gently, "I'm trying to seduce you."
"It's about time." Randal slid back onto the bed, pulling off his shirt, "I was afraid we were gonna be friends forever."
"Really?" Dante came down heavily beside Randal.
"Well, yeah." Randal smirked, then began to pull at Dante's clothes.
Dante held his hands up for Randal's ease, "Why didn't you say something?"
"I didn't want to look like a fag." Randal smirked, pulling off the top.
"Randal, you are a fag." Dante replied, rolling his eyes.
"You're a fag." Randal shot back, tossing aside the clothing and running his hands down Dante's chest.
"I thought we'd established that already." Dante replied.
"Just because I'm helplessly in love with you, that doesn't make me a fag." Randal kissed Dante's warm lips, "It just makes me Dantesexual."
"Dantesexual?" Dante pulled away, smiling, "And I'm Randalsexual?"
"I like the sound of that..." Randal smiled broader as he kissed the bearded man again.
"Whatever." Dante pushed Randal down on the bed, kissing along his cheek.
Randal let out a thin moan as Dante's hands found the waistband of his jeans.
"You want that, don't you." Dante grinned, running his hand over Randal's stomach, dipping his fingers into the jeans, then back out.
"You tease." Randal smirked.
"I'm a tease. now?" Dante ran his tongue over Randal's neck, his hands roaming on the naked torso.
"If you ask again, you're a dead man." Randal's skin was on fire.
Dante placed another deep kiss on the man's lips, then kissed his way down the torso. "You don't have to tell me twice."
***** END *****