“Trust me Lij.” Punk grinned, bringing his lover to a stop next to their driveway. “I have to give you your final Christmas present.”

“Baby, I like experimenting, but seriously, if you wanna do it on the lawn, we at least have to wait ‘til dark! Or set up a tent or something.” Elijah chuckled as Punk reached up to untie the blindfold. As the fabric dropped away from his eyes, his mouth dropped open in shock. “Holy crap!” He stared at the object before him, hardly able to believe his eyes. “You didn’t!”

“I did.” Punk grinned, wrapping his arms around his lover’s waist from behind. “You like it?”

“It - ” Elijah shook his head, still hardly able to believe it. “Punk, you can’t. You have to return it!”

“Baby, you know how these work. It loses half its value the second you drive it off the lot. It’s not going back.” Punk rested his chin on Elijah’s shoulder, gazing happily at the brand new car he had purchased for this lover. “You know I hate your car, baby. It’s a piece of crap, and I don’t want you driving it across country to all the indy shows you’re going to be working.”

“Punk. I can’t - I mean, I - ” Elijah stuttered.

“No arguing.” Punk swung around in front of Elijah, looping his arms around his lover’s neck. “If I wanna use my money to buy the light of my life a big fucking present, I’m going to. And this present can’t nearly express how fucking happy you make me, baby. I love you.”

“I love you too.” Elijah leaned in for a kiss, his arms wrapping around Punk’s waist and pulling him close.

Punk leaned into him, kissing him passionately. As Elijah’s hands begin to slide under his shirt, Punk drew away, taking a deep breath to steady himself. “As much as I’d like to continue this, I don’t wanna get run out of the neighborhood,” he murmured, his fingers sliding down Elijah’s sides and settling on his lower back.

“I suppose.” Elijah licked his lips, his fingers flexing on Punk’s back. He leaned down, whispering directly in Punk’s ear. “Can we drive the car into the garage and have sex in the back?”

“Fuck yes!” Punk reached into his pocket for the keys, tossing them to Elijah. “Let’s go!” He raced toward the car, Elijah hot on his heels.


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