Page 74 of Havoc
“Should I take you in the bedroom and occupy you until they finish?” Remy questioned softly against his ear.
“No. I’m sore from last night.”
“It doesn’t have to be my dick. I can occupy you with my tongue.”
Lawrence looked at him. “I’m starting to think you get off on fucking me when there are other people in the house that can hear us.”
“I might.”
He rolled his eyes but settled back into Remy’s side and watched what felt like his tenth Christmas movie in twenty-four hours. It didn’t feel too far off, and he’d lost count of how many his mother and Rita put on for them yesterday until he finally pretended to fall asleep to keep from hurting either of their feelings. Remy had carried him to his bedroom, where he’d kissed him and told him he knew he wasn’t asleep.
“I’m going to wake Charles,” Rita stated ten minutes later as she passed by, and Lawrence should have been embarrassed by how excited he got because it meant it was almost time to eat.
Five minutes later, he sat at the dining table, his plate piled with delicious food. He hadn’t been joking when he said they were cooking enough to feed an army. As hungry as he felt, he might be able to eat like one.
He ate and listened to the conversation at the table. He’d been right in his assumption. All three parents got along well, and Rita and his mom hit it off like they were old friends.
When they finished breakfast, the five worked together to clean up. Lawrence made another cup of tea as they gathered in the living room to open gifts. He was excited when their parents opened the gifts he’d gotten them.
His mother loved coffee, so he’d gotten her a subscription that would send her two different kinds each month from around the world. He also bought her a pair of earrings and a spa treatment.
Lawrence knew Rita had a sweet tooth and got her a subscription similar to his mother's but for candy. She would get a box each month with sweet treats from around the world. He’d also bought her a bracelet to match a necklace Remy had gotten her.
For Charles, he’d decided on a muscle massager that he hoped would help with the shoulder pain he got occasionally and a subscription box for men who enjoyed being bald, which Lawrence hadn’t known existed until he was trying to find something for the man.
Subscription boxes tended to be his go-to for presents. He could pay for the duration he wanted up front, and then once it was done, if the person liked it, they could pick it back up. If they didn’t, they wouldn’t have wasted any money and got to try new things.
Lawrence and Remy opened the gifts from their parents. He’d gotten a new leather bag for work from his mom, which he was grateful for. His other one was on its last leg, but he would use it until nothing was left. His mom had also gotten him a pair of Bluetooth goggles to listen to music while he swam and not disturb the other people at his pool and a pair of crazy socks, which she’d also gotten for Remy. It was a running joke between the two of them. She’d also gotten his boyfriend a decorative piece for his wet bar. Lawrence didn’t know where she’d gotten it, but it matched perfectly with what he had.
Charles and Rita got him a personal pizza maker and a navigator-braided leather bracelet with his and Remy’s names. His boyfriend received the same bracelet, a watch to add to his collection, and the cutest tiny pinata Lawrence had ever seen. His curiosity must have been on his face.
“In Haiti, on Christmas day, families hit pinatas,” Charles explained.
“Mainly families with small children or those having large gatherings,” Rita added.
“They’ve taken to giving me little pinatas on the day to let me know that they’re ready for grandchildren whenever I’m ready to have children,” Remy explained.
“How many do you have?” Lawrence asked.
“This one makes nine.”
After Remy gave his parents gifts: a beautiful necklace with earrings, expensive cufflinks, and patent leather shoes, Lawrence was excited for Remy to open the gift he’d gotten him, even more so because his parents hadn’t gifted him something similar.
He handed Remy the first two gifts. They weren’t anything over the top, but he knew it was something he could use. One was a Bluetooth beanie he could wear on the mornings he jogged in cooler weather. He knew Remy wasn’t fond of the ones that sat around his neck, and earbuds would fall out easily. He’d also gotten him a kit for his beard, which his boyfriend took care of meticulously. Before Remy, he hadn’t known he was a beard man.
“Thank you, babe.”
“Wait. There’s one more,” Lawrence stated, handing him the last box.
He was on pins and needles as he watched Remy unwrap it. His boyfriend furrowed his brow at the plain, nondescript box but continued to open it. Pulling out the original shoe box inside, he paused and glanced at Lawrence before taking the top off.
“Baby,” Remy stated, and he had difficulty placing his tone of voice. “Are these original 1 OGs?”
“Yes,” Lawrence responded.
It had taken Lawrence forever to find a pair. Let alone a pair bought in nineteen-eighty-five in good condition. He’d gotten lucky with these. A young woman was selling them after her father’s passing who bought them the year they’d been released, and he’d never worn them. Lawrence wasn’t sure how accurate that was, but there was no crease in them, no wear and tear, and the bottoms looked like they’d only ever been on display; even the box was in near-perfect condition.
He’d looked up what the shoes would be worth now, and they were shy of forty grand. Either the woman hadn’t known what she had, or she wanted to get rid of things as quickly as possible because he’d only paid a fraction of that. The circumstance he’d gotten them was sad for the woman, but worked out for him.
