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"Noah. NOAH. It's CHRISTMAS."

God, was he lucky that his husband was just as into Christmas as he was - which, honestly, seemed pretty damn impossible. Noah reverted back to an 8-year-old every december (or ... well, november 1st, for that matter, right after Halloween was over and he had to wait yet another year to dress up as his favorite superhero again), and he was so grateful that Alex was more than willing to join in on the Christmas fun.

Weirdly enough, Alex had woken before him - on Christmas! - and so it was Alex who got to wake him up and share the exciting news - Christmas had finally come. When Noah opened his eyes he was already beaming, long before he was actually able to see anything through bleary eyes, sleep still written all over his face. 

Blindly turning to his side, Noah reached out for the man, fingetips searching Alex’s hair and brushing through it in an affectionate manner.

“... It’s Christmas? I’m not dreaming?”

Man, did he love this day, and did he love this man by his side. Still half asleep, Noah sat up, looking around until his eyes found the clock on his nightstand. 7am. Yeah, it was definitely Christmas.

“... It’s Christmas!”, no longer a question, turning towards Alex with the widest smile. “Don’t get up, don’t get up! Let me get your presents, let me --” A quick, messy kiss to Alex’s lip, and Noah was already busy stumbling out of the bed, bare feet hurrying towards the closet where he had kept his husband’s gifts hidden.

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                  ‘ i’m skipping my morning run today... it’s too cold out and i don’t wanna get out of bed. ’ though there had been colder days before, it was a struggle for him to even try and muster any desire to get up. because of that, he couldn’t stop from curling up around alex a little more, burying himself further in the covers in the process.

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@lxthologica  –––STARTER CALL ( accepting ! )

“Aight...lets see ‘ere...eighteenth century Chinese pottery...looks like s’possibly dynastic but I could be wrong...n’ then––”

He trails off, hands in his pockets as he seems to size up the display. Museums were almost like a second home to him so perhaps that’s what made his intrigue spark.

“Impressive...”

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@lxthologica didn’t like for a starter but gets one anyway Muse: Gillian

“Hey there, handsome. Get dressed, hurry up, we’re spending the afternoon at mine.”

Usually Gillian didn’t just randomly show up in front of Alex’s apartment just for the sake of telling him that they were leaving - special circumstances, however, required special solutions, and this was the best she had been able to come up with.

“Since Noah is still unhappy with you, you’re gonna spend some time with someone who isn’t. I won’t take a ‘No’ for an answer, you can sulk once we’re at mine. You’ll even get coffee and pizza.” 

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“quiet. they can hear us.”

               “ You knew full well what you were getting into following me back here. ” Not to say Alex’s presence in the locker room of the gym was unwelcomed. But after an invigorating spar and with no one else around once they were back, Layne found it difficult to contain himself. Impulse control was never one of his strongest virtues. He pressed a few more kisses to Alex’s jaw and neck as he pressed the man against the lockers, grinning against his throat before pulling back. “ Or should I stop? ”

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/slam dunks alex on top of sarkis

Just kind of. Lies there. Wheezing under his boyfriend.

Happy wheezing, at least.

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"Remember what you said a while ago about moving somewhere bigger? We should do that after we get married."

“-- Where’s that coming from, now? Not complaining, not complaining at all.”

Of course, the topic hadn’t been off the table, but somehow it hadn’t come up lately, either. Noah still wanted to move, not at least for the sake of the pets, who slowly but surely started taking over their current place. 

So, for Alex to bring it back up again? It was a surprise, but a pleasant one nonetheless. 

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@lxthologica told me about this book, Ender’s Game, and how it categorizes anger into “cold anger” and “hot anger”. Hot anger burns, it’s more like rage, it controls you, it’s strong and bright and destructive. Cold anger, according to the book, is controlled, contained, it’s what you keep to yourself. Still dangerous, still strong, but it’s yours and you utilize it as needed.

Noah is hot anger turned cold. He works hard on keeping his hot anger cold - he can often feel it burning in his gut, threatening to break out and burn everything around him to the ground. It’s hot and strong and has the potential of being destructive. However, it’s /his/, he keeps it under control, he keeps it cold.

There’s always the chance of it exploding one day, but Noah, somewhat, breathes it away. Once it starts burning too hot, he swallows it back down and shoves it where it can’t harm anyone.

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[ Text to: noah ❤️🐋🌊❤️ ] how much longer are you gonna be at work?? [ Text to: noah ❤️🐋🌊❤️ ] [ Text to: noah ❤️🐋🌊❤️ ] pls come home im horny and i really want to suck you off [ Text to: noah ❤️🐋🌊❤️ ] noah [ Text to: noah ❤️🐋🌊❤️ ] Noah [ Text to: noah ❤️🐋🌊❤️ ] babe please

[Text; Alex] Jesus fuck, Alex[Text; Alex] Three more hours[Text; Alex] I can’t leave early[Text; Alex] This is just cruel

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“kick his ass for me.”

              ❝ Don’t need to tell me twice. ❞

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“-- Are you gonna come to bed anytime soon, or is this rant gonna last all night?”

So, for all Noah knew, someone at Alex’s workplace had really been screwing things up lately. Of course Noah didn’t mind listening to his fiancé rant, and rant, and rant some more - but that didn’t mean he wouldn’t rather spend the night by Alex’s side, in bed, instead of watching him pace back and forth in frustration.

“Not gonna stop you, just, y’know, so I know whether I’ll have this bed for myself or not.” Take a hint, Alex. 

Noah knew what that was like - being agitated due to some idiot not doing their job right, and having to clean up their mess over and over. Noah also knew, however, that at times he needed to be stopped, or else he would just keep working himself up. So if he could encourage Alex to let go, and put his mind to rest for at least a couple of hours? God knew he would try.

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"Hey, Noah..." Half the morning was already gone by the time Alex said those words, lifting himself up off Noah's chest and carding a hand through hand grown sweaty from the rather predictable birthday-morning-fiance activities. "Happy birthday, babe. I love you." A quick grin, and then Alex leaned down to press yet another kiss to Noah's lips, soft and gentle and as loving as he could possibly make it. "... Your present is in the bed-side table by the way. If you want it."

Honestly, Noah didn’t care much about what else was to come - Alex giving him such a pleasant morning was good enough to make his entire day. A content sigh, hand dragged down his own face in an exhausted, yet clearly pleased manner.

“Love you”, he murmured as Noah managed to fight his eyes open and glance up to his fiancé - or attempt to do so, anyway, sight still a little blurry.

Maybe he couldn’t properly see yet, but he could lean into that kiss just fine. It was as easy as breathing.

“... Are you telling me this wasn’t my present yet?”