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Pick was very rough at the edges, especially with Rome. It had been hard to get where they were today, but they had made it, and, with times, Pick had softened.
There were a lot of feelings in that heart and mind of his, and while he liked to pretend there wasn’t any, he had started opening up to Rome more and more as time went by.
And even someone as cold as P’Pick could manage to have cute moments.
“What do you think?” Pick asked as he turned around to show Rome every one of his angles.
“P’Pick,” Rome let out, staring at him with a smile.
“So? My colleagues want to have an ugly Christmas sweater competition, so I found this one online. Is it good?” Pick rushed him, eyebrows furrowed as he turned to look at himself in the mirror before looking back at his boyfriend.
Rome stared at him for an instant. He was wearing a sweater with Santa’s outfit printed as opened on it, to reveal a six pack. It was funny, and quite weird to see him with abs. But most importantly, Rome found him adorable standing there with a frown waiting for his boyfriend’s approval.
Without thinking about it, Rome stood up and walked towards him, passing his arms around his waist.
“P’Pick, do you realize how cute you are?” he then asked, unable to say anything else.
Pick blushed but tried to pretend like he was unbothered. “In general or right now?”
“Both,” Rome smirked, hugging him closer before putting his head against his chest. “I have such a cute boyfriend.”
He could feel Pick smile from above him, as well as his hands hugging him softly. “I’m not cute. I’m hot.”
Rome chuckled, detaching from him so he could look into his eyes. “You can be both, you know. Look at me.”
P’Pick rolled his eyes, but he was still smiling a little. “So, do you think my colleagues at the clinic are gonna like it?”
Rome nodded excitedly. “I think so. But, P’Pick...”
“What?”
“Don’t show the real body underneath to anyone but me,” he pouted.
Pick laughed, rolling his eyes once again. “How could I even look at anyone else?” he mocked. “I have the only boyfriend in the world that can be both cute and hot.”
Rome pouted. “You’re being really adorable today, P’Pick.”
With that, he brought himself on his tiptoes while pulling Pick’s head downward so he could kiss him. They had to stop eventually though, or else Pick would be late for work.
“Merry Christmas, P’Pick,” he uttered.
“Merry Christmas, Rome,” Pick replied, squeezing his hand.