A poorly wrapped present and A Kiss

Timothy shut the door behind him, not waiting for the harsh winter winds to enter the house with him. The "house", was no more than a single room, dimly lit by the fire in the corner. The floor was bare, as were the walls and in a far corner, there stood a small cot. It wasn't much, but it was home.

"Wesley, wake up. I've got something for you." He whispered, stroking the thinning, brown hair of his partner. Wesley sat up slowly, rubbing his sleep-clouded eyes. The man opened his mouth to speak, but instead, he coughed terribly. His partner winced and rubbed his back, reaching down for the cup of water near the bed. Wesley drank in grateful gulps, only pausing to offer the other man.

"T-Tim, where did you go? I woke up and you were gone."

"It's Christmas, my love. I went to get your present."

Timothy laughed in amusement as his husband's eyes shot open, a look of worry in them.

"I had no idea, Tim! I have to get you something." With a determined gleam in his eyes, he flung the blanket off his legs and swung them off the cot.

"Woah, Wesley. It's alright, you don't have to get me anything. You've given me everything I could ever wish for. Besides, there's no store open for miles, there isn't any poor bastard who'd stand out in this weather."

"B-but-"

"It's fine. Perhaps in the Spring, you can get me something, but until then, stay put."

Wesley gave a small nod, his eyes darting from his lover's face to the parcel in his hand. Timothy smiled and handed him the present. It was wrapped in an old newspaper, poorly wrapped, with only odd lumps to show for it. Wesley was certain the only thing holding it all together was the vast amount of string that was used to bind it. However badly it was wrapped, Wesley was gentle with it. He reached out a delicate hand and unwound the copious amounts of string, laying it beside him. Next was the newspaper, which he was even more gentle with. Wesley carefully unwrapped the newspaper from whatever was trapped inside it. His breath hitched when he saw a red bundle. Sat in that bundle was a single, somewhat bruised strawberry. He pulled out the strawberry and laid it beside him, along with the string. Unraveling the red bundle, tears filled his eyes. It was a scarf. It was a beautifully knitted, long, red scarf and it was all for him. Hopping off the bed, he threw himself onto his husband, arms around his neck as he sobbed. Timothy held the brunets waist and whispered sweet words into his ear.

"Thank you so much, Tim. You've got no idea how happy I am."

"My pleasure, now go eat your strawberry, I know it's your favorite."

Wesley soon got off Timothy and retrieved the red fruit from the cot. He took a tiny bite, offering to his husband. Timothy shook his head but Wesley persisted until he achieved his goal. The two took bites out of the strawberry until it was no more than a few leaves.

The pair sat near the fire, Wesley's new scarf sitting comfortably around his neck.

"This was the best Christmas ever," Wesley spoke, resting his head on his husband's shoulder.

"You know what would make it even better?" Timothy whispered, a cheeky smile on his face.

"What?"

"A kiss from my beautiful husband."

Wesley's face became a warm shade of red, and the tips of his ears burned in embarrassment. Sitting up straight, he grasped his husband's face in his hands and placed a kiss right on his lips. Timothy pulled him closer and deepened the kiss slightly. After pulling away, Wesley's face was an even darker shade of red, now matching his scarf.

"I love you," Timothy said.

"I love you too." Came the tiny whisper from Wesley.