Jamie

He takes my hand and drags me to the living room. I help him push the coffee table out of the way and we take our seats amount the mountain of presents.

He grabs the first one he sees, tearing off the wrapping paper.

"From Drake," he says.

I connect my phone's Bluetooth to his speaker, playing Christmas music quietly.

"And, what is it?"

"Oh my god," he says, his eyes wide.

I laugh, "What?"

"Oh my god."

"What!?"

"Copics!" He yells enthusiastically.

I raise a brow.

"And what does that mean?"

He stares at me like I'm dense.

"They're only the best, most expensive markers in the world."

I snort.

"Seriously! They're like $8 per marker! It's a packet of eighty!" He yells.

"Must've been expensive, huh?"

"Yeah! Oh my god, how did he know!?"

I smile, guiltily.

"Agh, this is great! You! You do one!"

I laugh, Ian grinning like a madman.

I grab a box that has matching wrapping paper to his.

"Also from Derrick."

"Clearly," he says.

I glare at his sarcasm and rip open the package.

"Holy shit!"

"Jesus christ, all 6 seasons of AHS? That must've cost a fortune!"

I stare at the box in my hand.

"I know what I'm doing for the rest of my life. Fuck the band, just get me some popcorn."

He laughs as I hug the box.

We continue opening box after box, Mason getting us each music related accessories such as an amp for Ian and a new mic for me.

I grab the last big box that stands out from the rest, in a bad way.

It's covered in the most tacky wrapping paper.

"Jaydon," Ian says with a laugh.

I nod, sighing warily.

"It's addressed to both of us. Do you wanna open it or should I?" I ask, hoping for the former.

"You go ahead."

I groan and he chuckles.

I unwrap the gift, exposing a box with corset style ribbon adorning it.

I glance at Adrien, confused, and he just shrugs.

It's actually kind of pretty, a relief from the expected exploding cake or other shitty prank that I'd never put past him.

I flip up the lid and see an envelope laying on top of perfect rows of lace.

I hand the note to Ian, his name being written on the outside.

He begins to read the card aloud.

"Dear Ian, thanks for making this year a little better for all of us. Here's a little treat for you and Jamie, but mostly you, wink wink. Love, Jaydon."

I grab one of the rolled up balls of black lace and unfold it.

The charm of the lovely presentation quickly wears off.

My stomach drops at the sight of it.

In my hands I hold a lace thong.

"Hm, I wonder what that's supposed to mean. Anyway, what is it?" He asks, trying to catch a glimpse.

"No! Don't look!" I say, shoving the garment back into the box, flustered.

"What? Why? Jamie, lemme see."

"Oh my god, oh my god," I mumble to myself.

What the fuck was he thinking!?

He wasn't thinking, that's the problem.

A joke is a joke but this is crossing the line, right?

"Jamie, gimme the box," Ian says.

"No, I -"

"Give me the box."

I sigh, knowing he won't let it go, and reluctantly hand him the container.

I turn away, feeling every inch of my skin heat with embarrassment.

I watch him out of the corner of my eye.

He opens the box and his eyebrows raise in surprise.

"Jesus Christ."

I groan, feeling like I'm about to implode.

He snorts.

"Didn't know you were into this kind of stuff, Jay."

"Oh merciful Lord, please kill me."

He lets out a laugh.

"Oh, come on. It's not that bad."

I snatch the box away from him, rummaging through the lingerie.
Each row has a different style in black, white, and nude.

There's a full row of thongs, another row of lace breifs, and another row of nothing but straps.

My face can't get any redder as I pick up one of the strappy pieces.

That wouldn't cover anything.

I'd be better off with a fucking loincloth.

I show it to Ian, a desperate look crossing my features. He just smirks.

"Ugh!" I groan, tossing the lingerie to the floor.

I notice that the underwear were only displayed on the shallow, top level of the box, meaning that there are more horrors held within.

I yank the top tray out of the box, spewing lace across the room.

"Jamie, be careful!"

I ignore him as I rummage through the sinful cloth.

The further I go, the less faith I have in humanity.

I pull out a few pairs of thigh high stockings, some lacy, some fishnets, and some with garters.

Ian breathes deeply.

This prick better not be enjoying this!

I claw out another few articles, finding everything from lace to satin to leather.

Beneath those are toys.

Fucking toys.

I pull out a fluffy set of handcuffs, rope, and a red ball gag.

I'm fucking appalled.

"Oh my God," I say, finally collapsing onto the pile of skimpy clothes.

Ian laughs.

"Jamie, it's okay. We can just throw them away tomorrow."

I groan.

"But that would be wasteful and he must've spent a lot of money on that," I say quietly, my bullshit Pisces nature taking over once again.

He smirks.

"So you wanna keep all of it?"

I scoff.

"Of course not, it's just... Yeah, I know it was just to be a dick but it still must have been a pain to get."

He chuckles.

"Yeah, it really just sounds like you're trying to justify keeping it."

I groan again.

"I'll fucking decide later."

He laughs as I stuff everything back into the box and squeeze it shut.

"I'm gonna go put this bullshit away."

"Yeah," he snickers quietly.

"You do that."

I sigh, trudging down the hall to his room.

I close and lock the door behind me, dropping the box on the bed.

It's almost midnight.

There's only one thing left to do, I guess.

Do I even dare?

I feel the butterflies fill my gut as I eye the ornate box.

God, should I?

There won't ever be a better time than now.

I want to.

I do.

Does he?

You won't know until you try.

Should I try?

Oh, god. I'm so nervous.

I swallow hard.

He loves you. He has given up so many things for you. You are everything to him and he has done more than enough to prove his loyalty, and devotion, and love to you.

He will accept you.

He always has.

I take a deep breath, finding a trust in myself that would have never existed if it weren't for him.

It'll be fine.

You're ready for this.

You're ready.

He loves you.

You're ready.

"Hey, Ian?" I call.

"Yeah?"

"I'm gonna go take a shower, okay?"

"Alright, I'll be here if you need me."

I grab the box and head for the bathroom.

It's going to be a night to remember.

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A/n

It's time.

*squeel*

So.

Smut is coming, clearly.

I couldn't choose which perspective to write it in, though, because both are equally important. And switching perspective halfway through would be a bit jarring and I feel like it'd ruin the moment.

So, I chose to write the same scene in both perspectives.

The thing is, even just reading one takes forever because I decided not to cut it down into 1000 word chunks.

Each perspective has 6000ish words (So the entire thing, both perspectives, is equivalent to about 12- 13 chapters)

I mean, feel free to read only one, or even skip the whole thing if you really want to, but I do recommend reading both because there's a lot of internal character development that I'd hate for you to miss.

Not to mention, there's a lot of cute and emotional stuff going on.

To be completely honest, one of my proudest moments was finishing both those scenes, as they're easily my favorite in the whole story.

Well, I've cockblocked you enough.

Let's get on with it!

<3 Thanks for reading! <3