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Simon tries to methodically wrap the paper around the present, only for it to slip out of place just as he pushes down a strip of sellotape. This happens every time! It's not his fault his presents look like they're wrapped by a 5 year old. The wrapping paper is sentient and does not want to work with him. He still does his best. Nothing that a bow can't fix.
His bedroom door opens to reveal a half-asleep Wilhelm. Simon smiles at him from the comfort of his floor.
"Hey"
Wilhelm groans in response, sludging straight past him and flopping onto Simon's bed. Simon leans onto his knees to get a better view of his half asleep boyfriend. Wilhelm's hair is glowing with glitter- probably from Christmas decorations or a prank from Sara. He's wearing a cheesy Christmas pajama shirt and- yep, those are Simon's spotted socks.
"I just ate a lot of your mum's marzipan treats" His voice is muffled by the pillow his face is smushed into. "And the cookies Felice brought over. And Rosh's mince pies. And some Christmas pudding . . . I may have eaten too much"
"Awww" Simon teases. Wilhelm rolls on his side so he's facing him. Simon can't resist reaching out and combing Wilhelm's hair back from his face. "Do you feel sick?"
Wilhelm shakes his head, relaxed by his boyfriend's touch. "No. Just tired"
"I'm pretty much finished wrapping presents. I can go downstairs and let you sleep"
"No no no no no" Wilhelm reaches out a hand, grasping air. "You don't have to go"
Simon takes his hand and gently rubs his palm. "Want me to sleep with you?"
Wilhelm can't help but smirk. "Oh, giving me my present early?"
"Shut up and move over, you horny bastard"
Simon lies next to his boyfriend. He nuzzles into his chest as Wilhelm wraps his arms around him. There's no blanket covering them but their Christmas pajamas are keeping them warm enough. Simon isn't even that tired. But a busy weekend full of preset buying, reuniting with family, helping his mum around the house, and a million other things is finally catching up to him.
Wilhelm is asleep in minutes. His breathing slows and his hand stops stroking Simon's hair. Simon is in bliss. He tightens his arm around Wilhelm who instinctively squeezes him back. How did he get so lucky?
He's spending Christmas with the best boyfriend in the world (who's the prince of Sweden). His boyfriend who makes treats with Simon's mum. His boyfriend who learned how to play Rosh's favourite video game so he could play with her. His boyfriend who let Sara do his makeup one night when they were both drunk. His boyfriend who would give up a Christmas at a literal palace to be with Simon and his family.
He doesn't deserve him. Wilhelm should be with someone who is half as kind as he is. But this Christmas, Simon is going to be selfish and be with Wilhelm anyways. Especially if it means he can cuddle him like this.
The safety of Wilhelm's arms eventually lull him into a gentle snooze. Who cares if it's three in the afternoon? They've earned a rest. They don't wake up until five. Simon stirs first, checking his watch and realising that they should help his mum make dinner.
He tilts his head up to kiss the side of Wilhelm's mouth.
"Wille, time to wake up"
Wilhelm groans and buries his face in Simon's hair.
"Come on baby, let's help with dinner"
"Uhhhh fine"
Wilhelm reaches for Simon as Simon sits up, missing his warmth. Simon moves to him only to give him a quick kiss. Wilhelm chases his lips as he pulls away, managing to kiss him again.
"Alright, come on, the others will be wondering where we are" Simon climbs off the bed and stretches. Wilhelm can't help but stare at the exposed strip of stomach as his shirt rises up.
"Fine" Groggy, Wilhelm slowly gets to his feet. He wraps his arms around Simon's waist, pulling him closer. His eyes flit down to his lips.
"Wille" Simon smiles. "If you keep doing this, we're never going to leave this room"
"That's the plan"
Eventually, the pair appear downstairs (only after Wilhelm is satisfied with kisses). Though the excitement of family and friends keeps them enthusiastic for most of the evening, by the time everyone is heading home they're curled up on the couch; Asleep and, once again, in each others arms.