CW/TW
// Character death, descriptions of blood, descriptions of kidnapping, car crash, hospital, needles, implied suicide, suicide
George smiled as he walked down the sidewalk with his husband, Clay. They held hands as they peeked inside the cute shop windows along the road, the British cold doing nothing to keep them warm. Despite being cold, they were completely content with their situation, being able to hold on to each other for warmth.
It was almost Christmas and they were looking for presents for George's parents, as they were the hardest to buy for out of his entire family. They would've been looking for Clay's family as well, but they had already shipped their presents a week ago so they would be there in time for Christmas. Despite how expensive it was to ship every present, the couple went all out for Clay's family, having about four or five presents for each family member. They had smiled when they watched them being placed onto the conveyor belt behind the postal worker, having a content feeling with their generosity.
Clay's smile brightened when he pointed towards a shop window, to which George promptly pulled him inside. The shop was filled from ceiling to floor with tiny knick-knacks and stocking stuffers. Some nutcrackers were strewn about tables and small pieces of furniture littered the floor in a perfect mess. It was a homey atmosphere that comforted all of the customers, representing the 'Christmas cheer' that everyone felt at this time of year.
"George, look at this," Clay said suddenly as he picked up a miniature nutcracker dressed as the Queen's guard, "it can guard our house for you when I'm not there. You short people gotta stick together." He said with a wheeze.
George arched an eyebrow and gave Clay a confused look. "Sorry, I don't speak idiot."
Clay's eyes widened as he broke into a wheeze, consequently gathering the attention of everyone in the store. The patrons smiled at the boys, seeing the love and adoration they held in their eyes for each other. They were clearly in love, and no one wanted to ruin that for them.
The boys looked around the store a bit more after they had calmed down, still trying to find that perfect present for George's parents. Nothing seemed to stick out to them and they reluctantly left the homey shop with a shiver, once again feeling the wrath of the chilly winds that encompassed Britain.
They wandered around the shops a bit more, finding nothing that caught their eye. The sun was beginning to set and some of the shops were starting to close. George turned Clay around and started walking the other way reluctantly.
"It looks like we'll have to go to London after all," George said with a sigh, "just like I thought, there's nothing even remotely interesting here."
Clay brought his husband into a warm hug and rested his head atop George's. "It's alright baby, I'm sure we'll find something in London. It'll all come together." He said quietly as he kissed the top of George's head. "Let's head home, yeah?"
George responded with a nod and took Clay's hand when he offered it. They made their way back to their house and found themselves in front of the fireplace, cuddling and watching a movie with cups of hot chocolate held in the hand that wasn't occupied with the other's. Once they finished their hot chocolate, George found himself wrapped in Clay's arms with his lips and hands preoccupied. His arms were wrapped around Clay's neck and his hands tangled in the blonde's hair; Clay's arms were wrapped around his waist and pulled him impossibly closer. Their lips moved in sync and the movie was completely forgotten about, now just becoming white noise in the background. The pair found themselves slowing down due to exhaustion and fell asleep on the couch, wrapped in each other's arms.
The next day they found themselves on the train heading towards London at six a.m. in the morning. Both boys were hardly awake as they had each only had one cup of coffee and were still trying to come up with a plan for when they arrived. George stumbled off the train with George in tow as he looked around the platform.
