series: Kept Tears universe ( find it here )
Word Count: 325
Summary : Rhys stops by with some early holiday gifts
Author’s Note : Written for 12_daysofficmas . Sorry it’s a bit rushed. Too much to do this holiday season. Par for the course for 2015
When someone knocked on the door, Aaron levered himself off his couch where he had spent most of the day in raggedy sweats. After a grueling finals week, he had promised himself he would do nothing for days. Hell, he hadn’t even put on his prosthetic arm today. He was lucky he had put on pants.
“Who’s there?” Aaron peered through the peephole. The distorted, fish-eyed view did Rhys, standing on the other side, no favors.
“Stripogram,” Rhys replied merrily.
“Hot damn, come on in.” Aaron fumbled with the locks, and then threw the door open. Rhys stood there, holding a brightly wrapped gift and wearing a huge smirk.
“Just open up to any old stripper, eh?” Rhys brushed past him, entering the apartment.
“How often do I get to see someone doing a sexy dance for me?” Aaron shut the door.
“I brought you a Christmas gift,” Rhys tapped a finger against the box he held. “But if you want to be nasty.”
“I have all night to be nasty. Let’s see that gift. You’re a little early for Christmas, you know,” Aaron caught hold of Rye’s long braid, gently tipping his head back so he could kiss him.
At the conclusion of the kiss, Rhys nipped Aaron’s chin. “Or we have all night for the gift.”
Aaron let go. “I want to know what you brought me.” He nodded toward the coffee table. “Want something to drink?”
“I’m good.” Rhys settled the silver and blue gift on the table, and then patted the couch cushion next to him.
Taking his place next to Rhys, Aaron ran his one hand over the impeccably wrapped gift. “I don’t have my gifts wrapped for you yet. Mom has the ones I got online.” He raised his arm stump in reminder. Even with the prosthetic arm, wrapping gifts nicely was beyond his capabilities. “I’ll feel bad if-”
Rhys silenced his protest with a kiss. “I’m giving you this early for a reason. There’ll be more Christmas day.”
Aaron skimmed his lips with his tongue, tasting Rhys. “Do you Tylwyth Teg have a gift-giving sort of celebration?”
He nodded. “The solstices. I’ll take you to the next one.”
Aaron considered that. He had only been to the faerie realms a handful of times, and never for a celebration. He couldn’t even imagine what their parties looked like. “I couldn’t possibly turn that down.”
“Good.” Rhys feathered kisses over Aaron’s brow, and then sat back, giving the box a tap. “Need help?”
“I can handle paper.” Aaron was grateful Rhys kept it simple, no bows and ribbons that would give him issues. He rested the stump of his left arm on the box to steady it, and ripped the paper to shreds with his hand. His mother was the type to ease the paper off without marring it, as if she were going to reuse it. Aaron didn’t have that patience.
“I see Mom was busy in here.” Rhys nodded to the small tree in the corner and the little village around it.
“I could have done it, you know.” Aaron eyed the cardboard box and its taped top.
Rhys flipped open his pen knife, surrendering it to Aaron. They’d been together long enough now that Rhys knew better than to help him too much. Aaron would ask when he needed it. “I’m familiar with you. You did not inherit the gay man decorating gene.”
Aaron snorted and sliced through the tape. Inside was another box, fitting too snuggly. He glanced at Rhys who took it out for him. Rhys revealed the glasses inside the second box. Aaron didn’t know why Rhys would get him tumblers until Rhys tugged one out of the Styrofoam. He put the blue and green glass in Aaron’s hand. It was lovely but he didn’t understand until Rhys took out one that looked like the Death Star. Aaron nearly dropped the one he held.
“You got me the Star Wars planet set!” Aaron brought Endor closer to study it. “This is a great gift! How did you know?”
“Like I said, I’m familiar with you.” Rhys grinned, wrapping his arms around Aaron. He gave him a gentle hug, the Death Star pressing against Aaron’s chest.
Aaron squirmed a bit to get a better angle to kiss him. “Thank you.”
“I’m just warming up.” Rhys took the glass from Aaron’s hand, putting them both back. He fished an unsealed envelope out of the box, turning it over to Aaron.
Aaron boggled when he pulled two tickets to the midnight premiere for The Force Awakens tomorrow night. He might have squealed like a little girl but he would always deny it. Aaron threw his arms around Rhys, pulling him tight. Aaron kissed him hard, until they were both breathless.
“You do realize I’m willingly going to a packed theatre for you.” Rhys rubbed Aaron’s back. “That sacrifice is offered up in hopes of something divine.”
Aaron teased one of Rhys’s nipples through his shirt. “I think you’re in luck. Is now the time to tell you I plan on wearing my Han Solo outfit to the premiere?”
Rhys wagged his head. “I figured. I bought myself some Darth Vader cosplay.”
“Really?” Aaron couldn’t picture it. Rhys wrote fantasy but he wasn’t the hard core geek Aaron was.
“Okay, it’s a Darth Vader snuggie.”
Aaron laughed. “I have a helmet and light saber you can use.”
“Of course you do.”
Aaron toppled Rhys back against the arm of the couch. “Now let’s hear your heavy breathing.”