Harrison inhaled and exhaled. “What colour is it?”
Jett grumbled something aboutcar guysand said, “Looks silver.”
Don’t cry. Do not cry.
“Fuck, did I pick the wrong colour? There was a green one too, but Arlo made me pick the silver one—”
Harrison lifted his head and narrowed his eyes at Jett. “The silver is the most iconic. Do you not watch the James Bond movies?”
“James Bond?” Jett’s nose crinkled. “A straight guy fucking girls and shooting guns? That’s boring. I watched Jurassic Park like a normal kid.”
“James Bond isn’t just astraight guy who fucks women and shoots guns.” Harrison couldn’t believe he dared to criticize his favourite movies when he watched cartoons running around with super powers, screaming stupid attack names. “I don’t think we can bridge this gap. I’m going to have to break up with you, and I’m taking the car.”
“You don’t even know where it’s parked,” Jett said snappily. “And also, fuck you.”
Harrison pulled his hair out of its tie, smirking when Jett’s gaze locked onto it. “Fine, I’ll stay. Don’t get any ideas because I’m not staying for love, I’m staying for the car.”
“You’re welcome for the Christmas gift,Killinger.”
He looped an arm around Jett’s waist and tugged him closer, kissing his pouting lips until Jett grumbled and opened them with an annoyed sigh. Harrison took his time exploring Jett’s mouth, gripping the back of his neck to keep him in place while he claimed what was his.
When Jett was putty in his arms and fluttering those golden lashes at him shyly, he gave him one last kiss and drew back. “I have a gift for you too, but pre-fucking-warning, it’s not as amazing as an antique sports car.”
Jett boldly put his hand on the bulge that was beginning to strain against the fabric of his pants. “I mean, as long as I get this whenever I want, it will eventually equal out to a car. You’d have to put in effort though because that cheque had a lot of zeros.”
Harrison smacked his hand away and stood before Jett mounted him on the couch. “Don’t tell me. I don’t want to think about it.”
Jett blinked big golden eyes at him, but Harrison had things to do before they got distracted by sex.
“I’m going to give you my gift,” said Harrison. “And then we’re going to finish this movie so I can use my good boyfriend points to cash in on a James Bond marathon.”
“Thank fuck Lord of the Rings is a long movie then,” said Jett, grinning.
Harrison bent down and kissed him. “Thank you for the car, Fraser. You really know how to spoil a guy.”
Jett’s happiness shone through the grumpy acting he was trying to put on. “I don’t spend money often, so it was fun using it to make someone happy.”
“Very happy.”
Harrison gave him one last kiss and went to his room to fetch his gift. He tried not to feel too awkward about what was in the thin box, but he hoped Jett liked it, no matter how last-minute it was.
When he was on the couch and under the blankets, he tucked himself into Jett’s side and handed him the box. In an attempt to calm hisrattled nerves, Harrison picked up his plate of food and dug in, glancing in Jett’s direction.
Jett ripped off the wrapping paper and opened the box, his brow creasing with confusion when he saw what was inside. He lifted the gold chain, fingers gliding over the heavy links until they stopped on the pendant.
Jett’s eyes widened when he saw the dates engraved on the pendant, and Harrison let out the breath he’d been holding.
“It’s our birthdays,” said Jett in disbelief. He didn’t wait for confirmation; he swung the chain over his head and picked the pendant up again, eyes fixed on the dates. The chain was long enough that he could wear it during games without worrying about it flipping out of his sweater.
“I made sure there was enough space left for other birthdays,” Harrison pointed out. “For our kids.”
He knew he’d picked the right gift when Jett’s eyes went watery and he dropped the pendant to tackle him. Harrison dropped his plate, and it shattered on the floor, sending pizza and lasagna flying in every direction.
“Frig—”
Harrison laughed and hugged him back, stopping him from running to clean the mess. “It’s okay, your dad gave us a whole container.”
Jett tucked his head under Harrison’s chin, and he pretended to ignore the sniffles and shaking shoulders. He smiled and played with Jett’s hair, enjoying the press of the warm body against his.
