Title: D.S. Vignette: Tickets For Two
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Gil slid out of bed at 7 am on Christmas morning, the same
time he always woke up. The floor was
carpeted, soft under his feet, but Gil stepped into his slippers anyway before
heading for the bathroom. As he turned
on the shower, he laid the odds at 50/50 on whether or not Warren would wake up
now or not.
Gil had been a little surprised to discover that his
boyfriend of over a year actually wasn’t
a morning person; he just got up early because he’d always done so, and forced
himself awake by drinking positively noxious coffee. One of the most pleasant changes Gil thought
he’d brought to Warren’s life was, in essence, giving the man permission to
sleep in late. Warren lived in Gil’s
house more than he did in his own these days, and so most of the time he got up
with Gil, but today…today was Christmas.
The man deserved a lie-in, especially after Gil had kept him up late
last night.
Gil tilted his head back and sighed, relaxing on the bench
seat that Warren had installed in the shower earlier this year. Putting it in had been a bit of a fight,
because Gil didn’t like the ever-increasing reminders of his multiple sclerosis,
but after a brief sulk he had to admit that, yes, it did make showering easier
and was safer, god damn it you correct bastard.
Today, though, today was Gil’s turn to reign supreme as the
king of gift-giving. Last Christmas had
been pretty simple, since they were still getting to know each other; he’d
gotten Warren an espresso maker (because it could only improve on the man’s
coffee, really) and Warren had bought him a Kindle. Gil had resisted getting one for years,
despite how his sister Tally raved about how wonderful they were, but he’d
tried it for Warren’s sake, and then discovered that he actually enjoyed using
it. It wasn’t the same as a real book,
but it wasn’t as heavy as most of the books Gil liked either, and it gave him
something to entertain himself with between classes at Naropa. As soon as Tally saw it, she’d given him a look that said “Oh, he can buy it for
you and you smile, but I offer and you spend ten minutes lecturing me on the
importance of real books? Honestly.”
Gil finished cleaning up and dried off, put on a pair of
flannel pajamas and his slippers again, then wiped the steamy mirror clean and
inspected himself. His chin was a little
rough, but not bad. He could go another
day without shaving. He stared at his
reflection: pale blue eyes, wet, greying blond hair and a surprisingly boyish
face, and said, “Well, you’re still here.
Merry Christmas.”
Warren was still asleep when Gil stole quietly out of the
bathroom, spread across the middle of the bed like the octopus he was. For such a taciturn guy, Warren was
surprisingly cuddly. Gil smiled and left
him alone as he grabbed his cane and headed down the hall.
There was a bar in the hallway now too, just in case he
needed extra support, but Gil was feeling pretty good today. No sudden aches or pains, his vision wasn’t
blurry or indistinct, and he had decent balance. An excellent day, as far as his disease was
concerned. Gil made his way into the
kitchen and turned on the coffeemaker, then went to the Christmas tree and
turned on the lights. It was a little
tree, potted actually, and just large enough to fit presents for two reasonable
people beneath it. Gil checked to make
sure the envelope he’d left for Warren hadn’t run away during the night, then
went back to get a start on breakfast.
He was no chef, especially now, but that was what toaster ovens were
for.
Coffee, bagel and lox and the newspaper, which…oh, of
course, wouldn’t be coming today. He could
go grab his laptop, but instead Gil contented himself with looking over their
mess of holiday cards again. Most of
them were for Gil: cards from colleagues, a few from students and one, surprisingly,
from his ex Victor. In it was a picture
of Victor, his husband Franz and their new baby, born last spring, with a big
red bow on her mostly-bald head. Season’s Greetings from the
Winchester-Hauptman family! it read.
Beneath the caption was a short hand-written note: Hope you’re happy and healthy for the
holidays, Gil. We’ll be coming through
Boulder on our way to California next year.
Perhaps we could meet up? Merry
Christmas!
Gil had taken a probably unhealthy amount of pleasure in
being able to write back in the affirmative.
He was as healthy as he could expect to be, he had a wonderful partner,
and he didn’t fear what his reaction would be to Victor and his perfect life,
not anymore. Travel, academia, the
possibility of adopting or surrogacy…once upon a time, that had been Gil’s
life. Now his prospects were different,
but not worse. Warren made life so much
better.
There was a postcard from Tally; she and her husband Peter
were on another cruise this Christmas.
There was a letter from his niece Cynthia, who was studying in Alaska
right now. Even her handwriting looked
cold. Then there were a few cards for
Warren: one from his old fire crew in South Dakota, another from a gallery
where he’d exhibited some of his sculptures this past year, and the last one
from his step-daughter Kimmy.
Well, sort of his step-daughter; Warren and her father Nate had
never had the chance to marry, and they’d been shunned by most of his
family. Kimmy was making overtures of
peace, though. If in his heart of hearts
Gil thought it was because she needed money, he never said anything. Warren could afford to help her and he loved
hearing from her, getting pictures of her son, who was almost ten now, and news
about the rest of Nate’s family.
Slow, shuffling steps alerted Gil to the fact that Warren
was coming. Gil got up and poured a cup
of coffee, then readied the espresso maker for two shots. Warm hands curled around his waist, and he
smiled as Warren leaned against him, resting his forehead against Gil’s
shoulder as he yawned.
“You could’ve slept longer,” he said, watching the espresso
start to drip.
“Rather be up with you,” Warren said sleepily. “And…and coffee.”
“You are adorably incomprehensible when you’re tired.” Gil poured the shots into the coffee cup,
turned in Warren’s lose grip and kissed his lover. “Merry Christmas.”
“M’ry Christmas,” Warren agreed, kissing him back before
reaching for the cup. He took a sip and
his eyes shut with pleasure, and Gil let his smile become a grin. Warren was a man of simple pleasures, and Gil
liked being able to provide some of them.
“So,” Warren said after a moment, once the cup was down to half-full, “presents?”
“You don’t want to have breakfast first?”
“It’s Christmas morning, presents always come first.”
“You have this on good authority?”
Warren shrugged. “It
was something Nate did. I guess when his
kids were younger he was lucky to eat anything before noon.”
“Well, far be it from me to break tradition.” Besides, Gil was kind of wondering what was
in his own envelope. “Let’s open
presents.”
They did everyone else’s first. Tally bought them clothes—when his sister had
designated herself his mother, Gil didn’t know.
He got socks and, oh wonderful, underwear. At least Warren got a scarf. There were a few gift cards, one for a pretty
nice restaurant, and some movie tickets, and then it was down to their gifts
for each other.
“Go on, open it,” Warren said, sitting back in his chair and
savoring the dregs in his cup. He looked
smug, which was interesting because Warren hardly ever had that expression on
his handsome, weathered face. He must be
feeling confident.
Gil lifted one eyebrow, but dutifully opened the
envelope. There was no card, just a
sleeve with two tickets in it and a brief note: Merry
Christmas, baby. I love you. Warren.
PS: you can dress me however you want for this. The tickets were for—
“The ballet,” Gil breathed, holding them up. Two tickets for the Colorado Ballet at the
Denver Performing Arts Center, mezzanine level, right up front. The Nutcracker, of course, but it had been
years since Gil had been to the ballet.
He hadn’t even realized he’d missed it until seeing these tickets. “Warren, this is…wonderful, it’s…how did you
know?”
Warren shrugged, but he looked very pleased with himself. “Thought it might be something you’d like.”
“It is, it’s fantastic.
Thank you. And you’re going to look
splendid in your grey suit.”
Warren rolled his eyes.
“It’s not the suit I mind, it’s the pink shirt.”
“Pale pink. So pale
it’s barely pink at all, and real men wear pink, sweetheart. You’ll just have to grin and bear it. Now you.”
He pushed his gift for Warren over, excitement fizzing in his blood. It wasn’t his sort of thing, but this year
seemed like the year…
Warren opened the envelope, took out the tickets and
gaped. Literally gaped. It was delightful. “These are for a playoffs game,” he said
after a second.
“Yes, yes they are.”
“A Broncos playoff game.”
“Who else?”
“You don’t even watch football, Gil, how did you think of
this?”
“I heard a story on NPR about Peyton Manning breaking some
sort of record and thought it might be a nice time to grab some tickets, so we
can go and check out this apparent phenomenon for ourselves.” It would be cold and loud and probably
uncomfortable, but Gil could bring his Kindle.
He’d be fine.
His breath caught as Warren leaned forward and tugged Gil
out of his chair and over onto Warren’s.
Well, more like on Warren, who
pulled him in close and pressed a coffee-flavored kiss to Gil’s mouth. “You’re amazing,” Warren said, fervent and
honest and he meant it, he really
did, and it went straight to Gil’s heart.
“If you like it this much, we’ll get season tickets,” he
said around his own kisses.
“Nah, better to savor it.
You wanna get me season tickets, make them for the Rockies.”
“Wouldn’t you prefer to watch a team that actually wins?”
“Oh, that’s it.”
Warren stood up and hoisted Gil over his shoulder. It was completely caveman, and Gil loved
it. “You’re gonna regret those words,
baby.”
“No,” Gil grinned. “I
don’t think I will.”
D'awwww! So sweet! Thanks for this vignette Cari! Just the kind of update to this story that I'd hoped for :-) Merry Christmas!
ReplyDeleteSo welcome, dahling:)
DeleteOMG THAT WAS ADORABLE! I need to find this other published work with these two. I'm kinda in love with these characters and I only know them from this vignette.
ReplyDeleteYou should definitely buy it, seburu! Worth every penny.
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