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“I don’t get why they play this one over and over,” Fox mused, gesturing at the television.
“It’s a classic,” Wolf answered him with him a shrug
“I like the one with the kid and the violence better. This one’s a wimp,” he continued his scathing commentary, waving a hand dismissively.
Despite a harsh appraisal to ‘A Christmas Story,’ Fox McCloud could have been having a worse evening. Certainly a worse Christmas Eve. Life off the ground didn’t give him much cause to celebrate, most years.
“Do people even actually like this stuff, or do they just watch it because they feel like they have to?”
Wolf only gave him a non-committal hum. He suspected that meant he wasn’t too off the mark.
“I’m surprised you aren’t bored,” Fox smirked at him “do you like this movie because you shot your eye out?”
He laughed when his jab earned him a well-deserved throw pillow to the face, before he leaned over to give an apologetic kiss on the cheek.
“Give me the remote, will you?” he extended an open palm expectantly, smiling when it was slapped into his hand with a huff.
“And what are you gonna put on?” Wolf asked, crossing his arms indignantly. Rather than give him a verbal answer, Fox wasted no time flipping to his de facto: Cooking Channel.
“Typical.”
“Oh come on,” Fox patted him on the arm condescendingly “it’s Christmas Baking Championship, it’s still festive!”
He laughed to himself when Wolf slumped into the couch, taking a hearty swig of his Bailey’s Mudslide (with peppermint, of course. Seasonal), before dropping himself into his boyfriend’s lap with a content sigh.
“This isn’t bad,” he murmured as he made himself comfortable, slight frame relaxing when an arm fell over his side. “You do this kind of stuff before?”
“Not for a long time,” Wolf responded nonchalantly.
“No Christmas on Sargasso?”
“Heh,” he scoffed, clearly at least a little amused by the quip. “What about you?”
“I’d say the same,” Fox replied, easing into the warmth of his lover’s body. “We did gifts and stuff with the team, but nothing special.”
He himself hadn’t had a proper celebration since he was a teenager, with his family. He couldn’t help but wonder if maybe Wolf had similar reasons for stopping. Though he supposed it didn’t matter much, now. They could have this.
“Guess this is gonna be our first Christmas in a while,” he thought aloud. Though he blinked when he felt the other go tense abruptly behind him, realizing not long after he spoke the sentimentality of the statement.
“Guess so, yeah,” Wolf answered softly after a pause, beginning to stroke his hand up and down Fox’s side.
He only hummed, trying to shrug off the mushiness of the moment that brought a flush to his cheeks.
Well, maybe that didn’t have to be a bad thing.
“Let’s make it a good, one then.”