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It had been one month since the death of Oliver and, just as Fargo had promised, the news coverage had been minimal. Only a few of the smaller networks had broadcast his story, and even then it was just suggesting a home invasion gone sour, and it only took a couple of days for his name to fade into obscurity. Numbers didn't have much of an idea of how many strings Fargo had to pull in the media, and he felt that asking would involve a rather nasty firing.
They'd only had two jobs since then and both were minimal. The first was to simply collect money from a sleazy guy with green hair in an alley way in Duluth, it was successful and barely anyone had to get shot. The second was slightly messier, but just as efficient. They had been sent out to off a couple for not delivering on the money they promised, it was all standard stuff. Wrench simply had to kick the door in and both people were completely frozen, sat in a very compromising position and panting like dogs. The two hit men had then pulled them apart and they received execution shots in the head before being left in the trailer, stark-naked and bleeding.
All in all, it had been a successful month. Fortunately, unlike the last two years, Fargo had let them be for Christmas day. No last minute phone calls followed by a long drive to butt-fuck nowhere, it was unusually quiet for that oh so special time of year. Not that either of them cared. Numbers didn't celebrate Christmas for obvious reasons and celebrating Hanukkah on his own never appealed to him as a desirable way to spend his time. Wrench was just against Christmas on principal, the carolling and dancing and general merriment made him feel nauseous. His family had only half-heartedly celebrated it, with his mother being the only one to try and be happy, and celebrating Christmas up in Calgary was completely out of the question.
That was why it was such a shock for Wrench to wake up on the 25th to find a small parcel wrapped up, with a bow for fuck's sake, on his bedside table. He immediately felt the cold as he pushed off the duvet, he was still stark naked, and wrapped his hands around the small present. He debated waiting for Numbers to come into the bedroom, but decided against it as he tore into the paper. Inside was a small, fancy bottle of cologne with a small note a attached to it,
'So you don't smell like shit any more, Adam x'
Wrench felt himself blush as he read the message, it was so typical of Numbers to write something like that, and oddly endearing. Wrench pulled himself out of bed and wrapped a dressing gown around himself before heading to the kitchen. He found Adam there, casually making himself a cup of coffee in jeans and a T-shirt. Before Wrench had a chance to even get his attention, Numbers had turned round with a knowing grin on his face.
'I take it you found my present, Heath.'
Wrench lifted his hands to respond, but Numbers beat him to it.
'I could hear your footsteps a mile away. And if it's about the name thing, it's Christmas, lighten up'
Wrench just stood in the middle of the kitchen with his mouth nearly hanging open, Adam had surprised him a couple of times over the years, but this completely crossed the line. The man who completely despised parties that didn't involve copious amounts of alcohol and a shoot out at the end was sat in their tiny kitchen, smiling like and idiot, and wishing him a:
'Merry Christmas, I guess'
Seven hours later, Adam and Heath were curled up on the small ratty sofa with Chinese take-away in their laps and re-runs of Christmas specials blaring on the TV. Adam had actually dedicated a good portion of the day to baking a chocolate cake for them to share and when Heath asked him when he had learned to bake, Adam had simply blushed and pushed him out of the kitchen. They had frosted the cake together and it was just as cheesy as Heath had expected, but he still enjoyed it.
'Do you want the cake now?'
Adam tapped Heath on the shoulder as they finished their chow-mein. The offer was met with a big smile from the younger man and they headed to the kitchen. They were then comfortably sat on the sofa, warm and happy, with Adam curled up in the bigger man's arms. As the show finished, Heath reached over and turned off the TV in the corner. Adam looked up at him,
'Do you want to go to bed?'
Heath pulled his boyfriend up and dragged him to the bedroom, both of them laughing thanks to the many cans of beer they had consumed throughout the day. Just as they reached the door of the bedroom, Adam stopped the younger man. Adam looked into Heath's eyes with an intensity that was only partly thanks to the alcohol.
'I love you'
Heath felt a huge warmth take over his body as he watched Adam shift uncomfortably after making such a deep confession. Heath smiled at him, and responded by pulling Adam into a warm kiss.
'I love you too'