Disclaimer: sorry to ruin my own psychotic dreams but all these characters belong to Disney.  Except Hawk and Blue, those are purely of my own creation, though Lute really improved them and gave them life.  Don't sue me and all will be good.

Holiday Chronicles

Eggnog

Hotshot

Skittery drove past the row of intricately decorated houses in the sleek, new car his parents had gotten him.  A brand new, black Corvette.  Not a convertible, but considering it was winter there was probably some reason behind that.  He noticed one with more cars than usual parked in the long circular driveway of one house and noticed every single light, inside, as well as out, was on.  He pulled his car into the snow-caked driveway.

He'd barely put the car in park and opened the door when a short, dark figure bounced from the direction of the house and landed on the hood of his car.

"No fucking way man.  Shit, you're parents are insane.  Even mine wouldn't go this all out."

Skittery couldn't help but smile as Racetrack circled his car almost in awe of it. Racetrack had a nice car too; though he'd held a job from the time he was fourteen, up until the day he got his license to save up for it.  Skitter closed his door and locked the car; Hanukkah was good.  He waited until the short Italian had finished circling the car before clearing his throat.

"In case you haven't noticed it is sort of starting to snow.  How about we go inside and you can drool at it from behind the windows."

"Ohhh… was that supposed to be a dis?" He asked, with mild humor.  Racetrack leaned down to get a handful of snow.  "Well here's what I think of you and your new car."

He ran after Skittery who was already halfway to the house.  It all ended in snow dripping down Skittery's back as the ball of snow contacted his neck.

"You deserved that," Race told him as they entered the house, which was not as full as most of Race's parties.

"Yeah I did," He looked around, "Where is everyone?"

"Everyone's here.  I didn't invite the whole damn school this time.  Just the people I actually hang out with while we're trapped in that fucking prison."  He nodded in the general direction of the living room, "Someone threw in a movie, there's food in the kitchen and Spot… well Spot is far too attached to my dad's stereo system."

As if to further prove his point loud music suddenly began blaring from the speakers.  A loud "Hell yeah," shouted by, who Skittery could only guess was, Spot came from the next room over.

Race rolled his eyes as his friend came soaring out of the room und into the midst of the small crowd of people that were standing around.

"See, I told you there had to be some good music on the radio somewhere!" he crowed, glaring in the direction of one of the other boys.  Really, even though Spot was joking around and completely happy there was never another way to describe how he looked at people other than glaring.

Race shrugged and started heading for the kitchen, "C'mon, I'll get you a drink," He offered.

With nothing better to do Skittery followed him.  Race's parties were usually loud, full of people, and usually reached some various degree of dangerous.  This was relatively tame compared to the last one Skittery had been to. 

"Soda, beer, or eggnog?" Race asked, opening the fridge.

"Eggnog?" Skittery raised an eyebrow.

Race turned, one eyebrow slightly cocked above the other one, "You know that stuff parents get every Christmas.  Milk and egg, kind of like a milkshake, but more on the milky side.  Ring any bells?"

"I love how eloquently you put it Race."

"Bite me," he snapped, holding out a glass.  "Want some?"

Skittery reached out and took it, "I've never actually tried it."

At that Racetrack reached out and pulled the cup out of Skittery's hands and put it back on the counter.  He poured a new carton out of the fridge and poured a new glass. "Then drink that."

"What was wrong with the other one?" He asked warily.

"It wasn't for someone who was trying it for the first time, that's all.  It's more…" He paused.  "Remember at my huge party last year I got Blink and Mush up there singing karaoke, even though Blink's afraid.  That's how I did it, just added a bit of liquid courage."

"You spiked their drinks?"

"No, they brought the alcohol." He laughed at the memory, "Hell, my parents spike theirs.  It's good.  Just make sure you drink it out of the green carton the first few times you have it.  The brown one is a bit, heh, stronger."

Skittery took a tentative sip of the drink in his hand and shrugged, "Not bad."  He gulped down the rest of the drink and poured another before following his friend back out to the living room.  He grinned as Racetrack placed the brown eggnog carton on the table along with several plastic cups. 

"Drink up, guys," he called, "It's got to be gone by the time my parents get home and I ain't drinking all of it tomorrow!"  

Spot's eyes went wide and he poured himself a full cup before retreating to the corner of ladies he'd settled in with while they'd been in the kitchen. 

As others came to claim drinks Skittery left his friends side and began to mingle with everyone else.  Surprisingly Race had good taste in people, and his friends were nearly all Skittery's friends too.  Skittery had been used to Race's parties where there were cliques in every room, and someone either high, drunk, or for an odd reason stripping in each room.  This, he had to admit, was a better atmosphere.

It was really unsurprising that there were people still making out all over the place.  He'd passed Dutchy and Specs who were practically ready to rip each other's clothes off in one of the smaller rooms.  All he had on that subject was that it was well past due.  Around the two of them the sexual tension was so thick you could cut it with a knife, and it was painfully obvious that each was ready to jump the other.  Just, finally.

Then he passed Jack making out with some girl, who was definitely not his girlfriend, but that was expected.  Sarah, was a cheerleader, and didn't stoop to their level.

Other than that, Mush had girls all over him, Blink was chatting it up with his latest weekly, and David was in the middle of an argument with Pie over who got the last of the snacks on the table.  What could he say; the boys were grouchy when they were hungry.

"Skitts," Snitch shouted, "I thought you weren't coming?"

"I seriously question my sanity in the decision," Skittery admitted.  "I don't do the whole Christmas party thing."

"I remember, trust me," Snitch smirked, "Playing dreidle is much more your thing.  But then Race throws a pretty good party when he's not trying to impress."

"Yeah," Skittery agreed as loud music began pounding from the living room, followed closely by an equally loud crash.  "I'll leave you to your date now."  He motioned with his head towards Snoddy, who was watching the movie, and stretched out on the couch.

"Alright, I'll see you at school when we get back."

"Yeah, I guess."

He walked into the living room, which contained more people than any other room.  Spot was in the center of it all, as Skittery had guessed, jumping on the table and head banging along with the song that sounded oddly like some familiar rock group playing on the stereo.

Skittery poured himself an eggnog and leaned against the wall next to Racetrack, who was staring at the scene, an expression of mild amusement on his face.

"How many eggnogs did he have?" Skittery asked as Spot peeled off his shirt and spun it over his head.

"I lost count after seven," Race admitted.  He kept his eyes focused on Spot as one of the girls poured eggnog over him, covering him in the sticky off-white liquid.  "I wish I had a camera though."

"What's his mother going to say when you send him home with a hangover in the morning?" Skittery asked as the song ended.

"She'll probably thank me for taking him off her hands for a night.  What?"  He turned to the figure to his left that was poking his shoulder repeatedly.

Spot looked over the two of them with wide eyes.  Then in a very un-Spot like voice spoke to Racetrack, "He's cute; you should go out with him."

Skittery nearly spit out the eggnog he'd been drinking.  Race had a similar reaction.

"Motherfucker, asshole.  Get out of here."  He swatted his friend and glared after him as he laughed.

It was typical of Race to answer that way.  Skittery laughed as Spot wobbled drunkenly across the room and fell into a boy named Blue and started to turn on the Conlon charm.  Blue's friend, Hawk, meanwhile was filming the two with his camera.

"Conlon's gonna be in for a surprise later," He hissed to Race, "I'll leave the tape here.  Show him when he's out of the hangover."

Race grinned and walked back into the kitchen. Skittery went in after him when he did not appear several minutes later.  Race wasn't in the kitchen so he continued up the stairs, the only possible exit that didn't lead into the snow. 

Race was reclining across the top of the stairs with a cup of something or other in his hand.  His eyes were closed and there was a grin on his face.

Skittery took a seat near Race's legs and lightly hit his shoulder, "What are you doing up here?"

"Sitting," He muttered, not opening his eyes.  "Everyone's loud down there, and they're all psychotic.  I really wonder why I hang out with everyone that's here sometimes"

"Look who's talking."

At that he opened his eyes and sent a glare in Skittery's direction.  "You're smarter than you look; you know that."  He sighed, "But then I'd have to say the same about Spot…"

"And why is that?" Skittery asked, choosing to ignore the insult.

"Because he's right," Race watched him as he spoke.

Skittery said nothing but took a long sip of the eggnog in his hand.  He finally broke the silence several minutes later, "I guess he is right then."

Race set down his drink on the top step and leaned forward on his knees.  His lips gently grazed Skittery's and when he went to pull away Skittery moved with him to continue the kiss.  Race couldn't help but grin and kissed the boy across from him more forcefully. 

Neither of them could readily say how long they had been there when a sudden pounding on the stairs.  Still neither bothered to separate from the other.  All of their friends were really acceptant, and everyone already knew Skittery was gay.

 Something cold doused them both as the feet stopped in front of them.  They jumped apart and Race let out a yelp. 

Spot's laughter echoed through the hall.  He pointed at them and waved the eggnog carton above his head, laughing like a madman.  "Happy Hanukkah!" he shouted before sprinting back down the stairs.

They both stared after him, utterly amazed though ignoring the gooey, white liquid covering their shirts.  Spot was spontaneous, sure, and usually dangerous, but tonight he was downright giddy.

"He'll have us sleeping together by morning," Race said.

Skittery agreed and continued, "Now, really, what did you put in his drink?"

Race laughed again, "Don't ask."

Skittery grinned and licked his lips.  He'd have to take a shower before he went home; his father would kill him if he got eggnog all over the interior of the new car.

At watching the other boy lick his lips Race simply couldn't take it anymore.  He leaned in again and kissed him, this time deepening the kiss.  Skittery tasted like nutmeg and eggnog, but then seeing as they were both covered in it…

Skittery's fingers slid under Racetrack's shirt and cold fingers met the skin of his back.  Racetrack shuddered and arched his back.  Skittery laughed into their kiss and Racetrack pulled back.

"C'mon, I'll show you where the bathroom is so you can clean up." He led Skittery down the hall to the bathroom, which, conveniently enough connected to Race's bedroom. 

Both stripped off their soaked shirts and Race grabbed a towel from the closet.  Skittery dropped it to the floor and in a move that was quite daring and unlike him tackled Race to the large bed.  He kissed the shorter boy lightly. 

"We don't want to make Spot a liar, do we?" He whispered into his ear.  With that he again kissed Race, tasting naught but nutmeg and eggnog on his lips.

A/N: Yay, I'm done.  Well, with this one at least.  This is the start of a series of mostly unconnected stories about the holiday season.  If I misspelled any words pertaining to Hanukkah, I'm terribly sorry.  I've got plenty of story ideas, and I want to write a lot this weekend, which may be hard considering I've got a paper to write but I'll try.  No idea what I'm starting next.  But until Christmas time this is probably most of what I'll be working on.  Hope you enjoyed.  Leave me a review, and a huge shout out to Frog who gave me the idea for this couple.

~Hotshot~~~