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[ sometimes he can't help himself. ]

You ever make new years resolutions or whatever?

Think last time you said something about how if you wanna do shit you shouldn't have to wait for the new year to do it, right?

[He smirks a little, leaning in to kiss John's forehead.]

Wanna make an addendum to that?

[ wow. it's as if jason actually listens to him or something. wild. ]

Like what?

[ He listens. All the time. ]

I'm asking you if you wanna make an addendum. Make a resolution this year, since we never really have.

[ licking over his lips, he shrugs. ]

I don't know. I'm not really good at keeping them.

[ He reaches out to run his thumb along John's jaw. ]

Like how you said you're not good at sticking around? And yet here you are, stuck right in my lap.

[ he feels the pad of that thumb but lets his gaze drift off a little. ]

I guess I'm just waiting to disappoint you.

You wouldn't. You know how I know that? Cause I know you, and I know the two of us together. We don't work that way.

Not even when I got you mad about my snooping?

Just cause I get mad at some shit, doesn't mean you disappointed me. We're gonna have those times cause nothing's perfect. Doesn't mean it's all gonna go down the drain though. Did it?

[ rather than give an answer to that, he kisses jason. soft. sweet. a little passionate because it's him. but fleeting all the same. pressing his forehead to jason's, he sighs. quiet. ]

Still think you look really sexy in that get up of yours.

[ Jason kisses back- soft, sweet and passionate, just the same. It's one of the things he loves so much about John. One of the many, many things. ]

That's a relief, actually. I dunno what I'd do if you hated it.

[ he finds himself smiling just a little before he goes about chewing on his bottom lip— his own lip, that is. quiet again. mulling over something. ]

I... kind of... maybe... got you something. You know. For Christmas or whatever.

[ Jason lets his hand brush across John's chin, then lets his hand drop so he can lace it together with John's. ]

Yeah? Funny enough, I got you a little something too. Wanna do this Christmas thing?

Guess we gotta now.

[ otherwise what are they going to do with these gifts for each other? ]

[ He squeezes John's hand, then lets go so he can pat his ass. ]

Alright, up. I'll make some boozy hot chocolate and we can exchange gifts.

Boozy hot chocolate. Well now you're speaking my language.

[ said with a bit of a chuckle as he does as asked and gets himself up off that warm lap. ]

Fuck yeah.

[Jason touches John for as long as he can as he stands up, then he does the same, heading for the kitchen to put together their little treat.]

I even got marshmallows.

Oh, we getting real fancy, huh?

[ it's playfully said with a smile to match as he wanders his way off to their room where he's stashed jason's gift. ]

I almost got candy canes too, but they were all out.

[He pours in the alcohol, waiting for the milk to warm up so he can add the cocoa. It's gonna be good.]

[ coming back in with a brown paper bag, he lingers there for a moment before he huffs a laugh. ]

Just... don't think it's anything super amazing, ok?

[ Jason leaves the stuff on the stove for a moment when John comes back with the bag. ]

Listen... all I wanted for Christmas was you... so anything else is extra.

Stealing my answer there, babe.

[ about the whole what he wanted for christmas. what a guy. ]

Hey, I said it first!

[He laughs, nudging John with his shoulder with his.]

Alright, hang out, lemme get mine too. Just turn the heat off if the milk starts boiling.

Sure. Sounds easy enough.

[ smiling some, he goes over to the stove with his paper bag and stands there, eyeing the pot a little. some part of him feels... weird about this. skittish, almost. like he shouldn't be so comfortable with all of this because he's just so used to not having this, but. he tries to ignore it. not let it get to him or sabotage what they have right now. ]