Unreliable

33 - christmas

Trigger/Content Warning: Sexual Mentions

Charles' POV

"It was a great idea not to spend Christmas with our families." I say, putting the food on the table. "We can open our presents by ourselves and not get fucked up by kids."

He smirks. "I last year I couldn't stay three minutes still until a kid kicked me in the legs or something."

I laugh, taking a bit of potato out of the pan and putting it on my plate while Max cuts a bit of Turkey.

***

"Home Alone?" I ask, scrubbing through the movie selection on Disney Plus. "It is tradition in my family to watch these movies during Christmas." I click on the movie to view details. "Home Alone 1 on Christmas Eve and Home Alone 2 on Christmas Day."

"And when do you open the gifts?"

"Midnight, Christmas Eve to Christmas Day."

"Same. I haven't heard of anyone opening them on the night of Christmas Day."

"Apparently, the British do that. But, British are British, and British don't make the smartest decisions."

"Lando and George would've killed you." I roll closer to him, touching his fluffy hair.

"The first one is a fucking baby, he wouldn't even be able to touch me, the second one is a diva, he wouldn't've killed me, not his standard."

"George is not gay. Don't fucking start on this, we're not arguing about this again."

"Alright, fine. I guess your Gay-dar is finally working."

"When wasn't it working?" I ask him, continuing to brush his soft and fluffy hair.

"Fuck, Charles..." He says, gently moaning and arching his back. "You really love my hair."

"Not my fault you have such fucking fluffy hair. And soft too."

"Yours is fully and soft as well, your point?" He says while he starts massaging my hair.

"No, yours is softer. There's no arguing that." He releases his grip from my hair and I do the same thing to his.

"I think we should put an alarm for midnight. You know, just in case we fall asleep." He says, grabbing his phone and opening the alarm app.

"An alarm?" I ask, repositioning myself on the bed. "For what? Especially for an hour so fucking crazy like midnight."

"To open the presents, duh." He puts the alarm and shuts off his phone, putting it down on the table. "The presents are always opened on midnight, like I told you a while ago."

"Oh. Right." I say, before turning back to the movie I had put on.

I'd say our relationship has been... reasonable. Not good, not bad. Reasonable.

We've obviously had our highs and our lows.

The highs... definitely when Max won the World Driver's Championship.

The lows... when everybody found out me and Max were dating.

***

I fell asleep and I didn't even notice it. It was Max's alarm that woke me up at midnight on the dot. Max was awake, I was the only one sleeping.

"Home Alone is fucking boring. How come we watch this every year?" He says, turning off the alarm and the TV.

"I don't know. It used to be normal in my family that we watched Home Alone every Christmas." I get up off the bed and I grab my slippers. "Anyway, let's open our presents?"

"Sure." Max answers, getting out of the bed. He comes close to me and just gives me a simple kiss (in the mouth, obviously) before opening the bedroom door and getting the fuck out of there.

We go down the stairs and we sit down next to the tree, which is full of presents underneath it.

"Alright so we'll start from this side." Max says, pointing to his right. "And the first one is from Lando to you, Charles."

"No need to say my name when we're the only ones here." I grab the gift from his hand and I start ripping the paper.

"Charles, for your extremely healthy relationship with Max. Love, Lando."

I pause for a moment, looking at the gift.

"THIS IS A FUCKING DILDO!"

Max erupts in laughter as I look at the box, mouth wide open. Not only was it a dildo, it was one of those dildos that are replicas of someone's real cock. Meaning that Max had to stuff his giant cock into a mold just to make this. Holy fucking shit, how did Lando even think of this?

I turn the box and there's another note.

"Wait there's another note. For the times when you miss Max and he's not by your side. The fucking idiot! I'm gonna shove this up his ass he will cry about the size of it."

"I've heard Carlos' cock is bigger so... Maybe not." Max grabs another present and starts ripping it open. "From Lando as well."

"Pfft, how much you want to bet it's a mock—up of an ass?"

"It is." He affirms and I erupt in laughter as well. Lando was getting extremely out—of—box and sexual as well. Maybe he finally made importance of his relationship with Carlos. Oh yeah, I didn't mention... They got back together.

We end up opening all the gifts and sending everyone that sent us gifts a message of "thank you for the present and blah blah blah insert weird cringe text here yada yada yada".