Here's a little Christmas drabble featuring Brian and Justin!

  

“But Brian, it’s Christmas,” Justin whined.

“Who gives a fuck?” was the gruff answer.

“Please? Once more and I’ll never ask again…”

“Justin, I’m trying to work!”

“Ebeneezer!”

“What?”

“Scrooge!” Justin shouted, stomping off to the bathroom. He slammed the door.

Brian rubbed his temples, got up and followed after him.

“Justin,” he called quietly at the closed door.

“Fuck off!” came Justin’s reply.

“Justin?” No answer.

Deep sigh.

“Dashing through the snoooooooow..... Justin? In a one horse open sleiiiiiiiigh....”

The door opened and he was up to his elbows in giggly, singing blonde boy.

“O’re the fields we goooo....”