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“Are you ready? We have to get going if we want to be finished at the store by the time we need to go pick Junior up!” The blond calls out, flipping the keys around a finger.
“Be there in a second, getting my shoes on! Alright, ready.” The shorter of the two men stumbles out of the short hallway, clad in sneakers, jeans, and a sweater that’s covered in garland, with little plastic Christmas ornaments hanging from it.
“Okay, I know I said we had to leave, but go change your shirt, Tucker.”
“What’s wrong? Don’t like it?” He grins, eyes twinkling in silent laughter.
“I… why would anyone want to wear that, especially in public?”
“Because it’s Christmas cheer, dude! Come on, let’s go. You said it yourself, we have to leave.”
“Whatever.”
“Hey Wash, what about teriyaki for dinner one night?”
“Tucker, I told you I don’t know you. You’re wearing that ridiculous sweater and people are staring.” Tucker laughs at the slight blush creeping across his boyfriend’s face.
“Probably because you’re making a big deal out of it. And besides, how do you know my name if you don’t know me?”
“I can never win with you, can I?”
“Nope, but I’m pretty sure you already knew that before we got together, so it was your call, really.”
“Yeah, maybe there’s more wrong with my head than I thought.”
“Oh, I see how it is.” The couple laughs, taking off down to the next aisle, Wash suddenly not caring if people are staring or not. This isn’t a place he ever expected to be; in a stable relationship with somebody he loves and who loves him back with the same ferocity and loyalty, and a step-son he adores. Yeah, Tucker might be wearing perhaps the ugliest sweater of all time, and people might be staring at them, but really, what do they know and why should he care? Life’s good and that’s all that matters to him right now.