Gifts

Frog

Les grinned and handed Sarah the box. "It's for you," he informed her proudly, grinning. There was nothing wrong with the box, exactly; it was square with a tight fitting top. Except the slight noise coming from inside...

She looked at him suspiciously. "Why?" she asked, and wondered where Les had gotten it.

"'Cause!"

She shook the box and he grabbed her arm. "Don't shake it! Just open it already!"

So, still suspicious, Sarah took the top off.

The frog that leapt on her justified her suspicions, and she screamed as Les dissolved into giggles. She should have known better.

Christmas Gift

"Open it. Come on, I spent hours looking for that. Open it!"

Specs raised an eyebrow. Sometimes, Dutchy was such an only child, he thought, amused. Impatient and demanding. Or maybe it wasn't that, so much as the acting like a spoiled, pouty little kid part.

Of course, it was cute, so Specs wasn't complaining.

The package had been wrapped quickly and inexpertly, and was easy to rip open. Specs seemed as much like a kid as Dutchy did, ripping into his present so eagerly...

Inside was a box of holiday themed condoms and flavored lube.

Dutchy grinned. "Merry Christmas."

Take It

Race exhaled a plume of smoke into the cold air and his breath came out as a puff of steam, too. He didn't look over at Spot, just took the cigar from his mouth and finally spoke. "I didn't get ya nothin', Conlon."

"I figured. I didn't get ya nothin', either."

"Good, then. Okay."

There was a pause.

"Ya got somethin' I want anyway."

"I know."

"Can I have it?" Spot smirked.

"Sure, if ya can take it."

"I think I can take it." Spot reached over, grabbed Race's wrist, pulled him in close for a kiss. Then smirked. "Thanks."

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