Hiatt stood fuming. “What do you mean it’s stupid?” His boyfriend Holcomb quirks a brow at him as if to say. Are you serious? It angered him all the more.

“You’re joking right?”

“No! I…” Why is Holcomb acting like this? He’s being so mean… all Hiatt wants is to… Biting his lower lip Hiatt storms off into their bedroom slamming the door. Fighting back his tears he slumps on the bed.

“Hiatt?”

Looking up sniffling he frowns. “What do you want?” He snaps. “You’ve made your point. Okay?”

Holcomb stands in the door way for a very long time. Ignoring his boyfriend, Hiatt lowers his gaze. The jerk.

Holcomb leaving constricts his chest. The jerk.

“Monkey?”

Flinching at that nickname he ignores the other man. The jerk.

The other man kneels before him holding out a bag. “I was going to save them till our anniversary but I think I should give them to you now.”

Sniffling he takes the bag peeking inside. Blinking several times a slow smile spreads over his face. “His and His.” He mumbles.

“I didn’t want to go because I already bought them for you. I have robes too and a toothbrush holde-”

Knocking Holcomb over Hiatt takes his boyfriend’s mouth in a kiss. The jerk.