#noahxashton

[patrickxpearson]

Closed for: @noahxashton​ Location: Noah’s room

The New Year had come and gone and it was almost criminal the amount of time Patrick had spent with Noah since last year. The two were thick as thieves and the fact that they haven’t slithered into the other’s room for a movie marathon, gossip or rolling in the sheets was … disappointing to Patrick. Perhaps the two of them were just incredibly busy and they didn’t have the time to play catch up – but Patrick was determined to change that. Parading himself in nothing more than a pair of very tight black boxer briefs and carrying a six-pack, the personal instructor walked around the staff’s quarters before knocking on Noah’s door. He could wait. It was the polite thing to do but they were Sugar & Spice. If he walked in Noah naked or getting off or being with another dude… they simply wouldn’t care too much about it. They were the motherfucking Team Rocket of that place and mischief was their middle name. “Sugar, I’m home!” Patrick opened the door without even waiting for an invitation – poking his head inside before wiggling the six-pack he carried. “And I brought ye’ gifts.”

[alexkingx]

@thomasxking @patrickxpearson @noahxashton

I had to do it!

[thomasxking]

LOCATION: Parking Lot Closed starter for: @noahxashton​

Thomas was definitely out of his damn mind for going through with this. The whole visiting kids at a hospital and bringing joy to their day was … nightmare fuel. Nothing against those little salt goblins but Thomas hated brats. They were too loud and too obnoxious and they always wanted things they could not have. Not to mention that horrible habit of wanting to touch everything and feel everything and be disgustingly cute in a way that would make anyone barf. It would have been easier to just cancel these plans. Come up with some fake emergency or something. Or be honest and tell the staff member that he was not doing this shit and be done with that. Thomas King and children? Who in their right mind would bring him of all people near a group of mini-people with snotty noses and blood-freezing shrieks? However… a deal was a deal and Thomas simply couldn’t go back on his word no matter how badly he wanted to do that shit. Honestly, the only reason he was even going was for the simple fact that Noah had managed to pull a rug under him and trick him to go to the hospital with him. And he had to give that little shit some credit for being able to lure him into such a trap.

“Today would be a good idea.” The owner sighed as he glanced toward his wristwatch to check the time. He had given Noah fifteen minutes to get what he wanted and get down to the parking lot so that they could get this over with. It has been two minutes and Thomas was already bored, his fingers tapping over the hood of his Lamborghini Diablo – he always had a thing for fast bikes and cars – still wondering what sort of crime he had committed to be stuck on brat duty for the day. Not that it would be all they were doing. There was no way he would spend a day with snotty brats. They had come in second at the Halloween game – so they might as well make use of that trip to the spa with all expenses paid. And after dealing with howling mini harpies… Thomas was sure that he was going to need that spa day. “I’m starting to grow roots here.” Four minutes. Eleven more waiting before he would call it a day and give up. Who cared about brats, anyway?

[thomasxking]

[ text ] Hey! Just to let you know, in case you are considering asking me to go to the NY party with you, I am already thinking about asking someone. [ text ] Do you want to go to the NY part with me? : D

( text ): The fact that I received this as I was writing a text to you is nothing short of actually funny.

( text ): My response is in the text I sent but alright. I would like to be your plus one for the party. Maybe if you're lucky, you get a kiss at midnight.

( text ): Don't hold your breath.

[thomasxking]

@noahxashton​

"Dear Noah,

You are insufferable and I hate you and all I want to do half the time is punch your damn face since you're always smirking like a damn idiot. I hate that and it drives me absolutely crazy. Please, don't ever stop doing that.

You are probably wondering why the fuck you are getting a present from me. Call it a motherfucking Christmas miracle or some shit.

I wondered about what I should give you that would make you happy. And then I remembered those kids whom we went to drop by presents for the other day. I don't like kids but I could tell that those little salt goblins mean the world to you, since you're all about giving to those that can't have anything. I wrote a check with an obscene amount in it and all I need you to do is tell me where that money is going for. Help others, right? Ugh, you are making me do charity and I feel like wanting to throw up. But do let me know to whom you want this check sent to.

That's only half-ish of your present. I would also very much like to give you something else ( hence the box ) so that you can, I don't know... wear it and know that it was from me. So, you better walk around with that shit or I'm kicking your balls.

Finally - And this is probably the most unusual thing I could ever consider offering. It's not as much as offering as it is a question. So, don't laugh too much when you read this and if you do, don't tell me about it. You are also free to refuse this following question but let's hope you kind of don't...?

Would you go on a date with me on the 27th?

Your Supreme Overlord,

Thomas"

[alexkingx]

[A note was left in front of Alex's room along with a hand-knitted sweater] Hey, big boss. It started off chaotic, but everything turns out alright, huh? Thanks for the ride so far. - Noah.

The day had been long, too fucking long as far as he was concerned, and yet as he got off the elevator and faced the door to his room he could see the damn...what in the hell was that infront of him? He walked over, first picking up the sweater, holding it up before him as he could only laugh. What the fuck was a knitted sweater doing sitting infront of his door like that? He saw the note next, picking it up and opening it to read, scanning the text before his eyes fell on the name attached to the note. Noah, of course, he read the letter as he opened his door and tossed both the note and the sweater onto a chair as he pulled his phone out, shuffling through his contacts until he found the man responsible.

[text] if you've got enough time to be knitting it means you're not working hard enough. What're we going to do with you?

The note had been the truth though, it sure as hell had been one hell of a chaotic ride, but things did have a way of calming down for all involved - now that Noah had understood and accepted his place.

[patrickxpearson]

( text: ) Name one potential present that can spice up my beautiful Spice's Christmas and make it hot hot hot?

( text ): Other than your presence in my bedroom? Warm socks, a nice bottle of vodka and your company for a Die Hard movie marathon for there is no way it's Christmas without Bruce Willies. How about that, Sugar? Think you can manage?

[thomasxking]

( text: ) You are probably at the top of the naughty list, but what would you like Santa to gift you this Christmas?

( text ): Is you on my lap a proper choice? I mean, you say I'm naughty so maybe I should be given a proper spank, no?

( text ): Get me coffee on Christmas morning and consider that my present.