“Goddamn it, Mini! Are you trying to kill yourself?” Bax was about to boil over. Jason had been out there with an axe, trying to trim branches off their Christmas tree.
“No. If I was doin’ that, I’d be whacking at my legs and shit.” Jason’s eyes rolled, searching for him. “I didn’t hit an artery, did I?”
“No. No, but you were headin’ that way.” Bax took the axe, glad Mini didn’t make him wrestle for it.
“I was helping.” Oh, there was pouting involved now, full-on. Shit, marthy, that was cute as fuck.
Bax manfully fought the urge to kiss that lower lip where it stuck out. “How did you even find the axe, Mini?”
“It was in the toolshed.”
“So, what, you wandered around calling for it?"
“Nope. I wandered around feeling for it.” Jase just grinned like a monkey. “I moved the rakes.”
“Good to know. I ain’t blind, but I might just kill myself on them.”
“Don’t be pissy, Bax. This is the only way I’ll get to see the tree this year. Once the glass shit is on it, no one will want me touching it.”
Well, shit. He’d not thought of that. He had a bunch of stuff of his momma’s, and Brenda had sent a box for Jason...
“We could hang the glass stuff off the garland on the big wall. Do the tree up in stuff for you.”
Jason shrugged, cheeks pinking. “I don’t want to be no problem.”
“Why would it be a problem? This is our place, not your momma’s or mine.”
“It’d make things a little easier, to not have to worry about knocking into the tree.”
“Well, then, we’ll do that.” He forgot, sometimes, that Mini couldn’t see. Jase got around so much easier every day. It sucked, not to see the twinkly lights and pretty wrapping paper and all.
“Okay.” Jason sighed. “How ‘m I supposed to buy you a present, cowboy?”
“You think I need anything? Hell, tell Missy to take you to buy me new Wranglers.” He hooked an arm around Jason’s waist, hating that defeated fucking look, hating God and the job and the world with all his soul, for mucking up the man he loved. “You know my size. Intimately.”
“I know all about you.” That grin went all goofy and Andy knew he’d gone and done something good and that loosened up that acid in his heart. “Intimately.”
“There you go. All I want for Christmas I got.”
It wasn’t true. He wanted Jason’s sight back. Now, but both of them knew it, so neither of them said it.
Weren’t neither of them young enough to believe in Santa and shit. They just had to believe in each other.
That was enough.
***
*sniffles*
Much love,
BA
3 comments:
sniff, sniff, SIGH!
OH damn that was good :D
Jason! *huggles* With the new Roughstock book out, I was JUST thinking that I'd love more of Bax & Jason and here they are! Do you think they'll ever get a second novel? *puppy dog eyes*
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