“Can’t. I have the second stupid gift I got you to give you.” Miki wrinkled his nose. “There’s too many g’s in that. Gift. Got. Give. Let me go. I can blame this one on Damie too. Well, almost. He wanted me to get you a watch. I told him to fuck off. That’s what phones are for.”
“What’d you get me?” Kane sat up on his elbows when Miki slid over the bed to dig around in a drawer. “Other than that fine ass of yours.”
“Ass is original install. This is something new.” He put a small jewelry box on Kane’s abdomen. “I didn’t wrap it. After the tree fuck-up, I was kind of scared to.”
“The tree looks great,” Kane countered.
“Yeah, see if you say that after you help me pick duct tape off the dog. Then we’ll talk.” Miki wiped at his skin with Kane’s discarded shirt, then tried to get the duvet as dry as he could. Tossing the shirt aside, he shrugged at Kane’s incredulous look. “Don’t give me that shit. We’ve got to do laundry anyway. Open that up so we can laugh over it and go to bed.”
Sitting up all the way, Kane pulled himself up to rest against the headboard. Opening the hinged box, he tilted it so he could see its contents in the candlelight. His expression softened, nearly to honey if Miki had to put a name to it, and then Kane reached into the gift box.
“It’s a ring,” Kane nearly purred. “There’s two of them. And they’ve got knotwork.”
The candlelight shone bright on the thick gold, chasing down the complicated folds of Celtic designs cut into the ring. Kane smiled, a goofy, sweet grin, then grabbed Miki for a long kiss.
“Do you like it?” Miki murmured. “I wanted something… you know, special. Sort of. And all I had was the damned tree.”
“That’s my damned tree. No disparaging it,” Kane warned him off. “But I love the rings. Can’t wait to see yours on your finger.”
“Yeah, actually, about that,” Miki said, holding up his hand to spread his fingers out. “That’s kind of thick for me, and I take my shit off when I play. So I thought I’d go with something else. That ring’s for you.”
“Then what the hell is this?” Kane frowned, plucking the other gold circle from the box. Similar to Kane’s band, it ran slimmer, and one section was curved off to a curious truncation.
“That’s for my belly button piercing.” He caught a shimmer of an idea forming in Kane’s deep-blue eyes. “I thought maybe… you’d like to put it through for me. You know, kind of like sliding it on my finger, but….”
“But so much hotter. The thought of me doing that to you? That’s making me hard all over again.” Kane growled and shoved Miki back into the pillows. “Spread yourself out, Miki love. I think our Valentine’s Day is going to last just a little bit longer.”