"How do the deer fly?" As a prompt!!
I went with JeffBurr cause it just fit so fucking well.
“Aaron? Aaron, are you sleeping?” a voice asked as a finger poked his shoulder.
“I’m trying to, but my boyfriend won’t shut up,” Aaron grumbled against his pillow. He didn’t even want to look at the time. They’d just gone to sleep, but he’d already let them stay up way too late. He needed to go to sleep now.
“I have a question.”
“Thomas, please let me sleep.”
“It’s a really quick question,” he insisted. Aaron sighed, pushing the blankets down to glance over his shoulder at the other man.
“Fine. What the question?”
"How do the deer fly?"
“What?”
“The reindeer. Santa’s reindeer. How do they fly?” Thomas asked in such a serious tone that Aaron started to rethink their relationship. He rubbed at his eyes, shaking his head. How the hell would he know?
“Magic,” he muttered. That had to be it right?
“What?”
“They fly because of magic.”
“That’s a dumb reason,” Thomas argued.
“You’re Jewish. Why do you care?”
“Cause I want to know about your holiday traditions.”
“The deer aren’t that important.”
“But what about Rudolph?”
“You’re getting coal for Christmas if you don’t let me sleep,” Aaron warned. Thomas gasped in shock and a pair of strong arms wrapped around Aaron, pulling him against a solid warm chest.
“Go to sleep,” Thomas ordered. Aaron rolled his eyes. “Don’t think about the deer.”
“God, you’re so fucking annoying and cute and I love you,” he grunted as he shut his eyes, the tiniest smile playing on his face.
“I love you too.” He finally got quiet, and after a while Aaron felt himself slowly drifting off once more. “Are the elves slaves?”
“Thomas!”