First Rate Best Friend

“Yes sir.” He starts up the water, holding his hand out to it until it reached the right temperature. “Have you contacted your sister and tell her a Happy New Year yet? I think she would love getting a message from you.”

Seto soaped up the scrubby sponge and began working on making the dirty dishes clean, one platter at a time. “In fact, I’ve been thinking.. how about we go visit her after New Year’s? It’s been a while since I visited America.”

He took each wet dish that was handed to him and dried it off thoroughly with a dish towel. 

“Why should the lights be off? I want to see your cute face.” His slender fingers ran through Joey’s hair, enjoying the softness of his golden locks. “If we get too cold, that can come into fruition early.”

He helps him stand back up, still keeping him close. “Alright.. I’ll stop pestering you. Let me clean up the kitchen. Unless.. you want to help me? That’d be most appreciated.”

He smacked him gently on the shoulder at his teasing, then grinned and leaned into him. “I’ll help ya out, I guess. Even though it’s your day t’ do the dishes.”

“Let’s make this a truce. Joey. Let’s do our own thing. If the doubles want to do themselves, we’re going to do each other and do it better.”

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“Well, I do have that long scarf you got me last Christmas. We can share that during the festival. Do you think they have that throw the ball game with the bottles? Not to gloat or anything buuuut.. I have a pretty good throwing arm.” He rolled his shoulder some, smiling.

“A signal to kiss.. Do I..” Reaching around him, he spins around and dunks him down, keeping him propped up some so that he wouldn’t fall to the ground. “Kiss you like this?” Moving in closer, he pressed his lips against his. “Too dramatic?”

He paused, only to smile warmly at him. “I love you too.” Seto replied. Feeling his cheeks burn, he starts scratching the back of his head. “Wh-what brought that on? Did I do something attractive? Heh.. I’ll have to do it more often..”

Seto headed over to kiss his cheek. “Tell me more about the festival.”

“Hm?” Grabbing his last fork full of omelette, he pops it into Joey’s mouth. “You talk too much sometimes.” He teased, taking his plate to the dishwasher.

“Hey Joey.” He mocked, smirking. “Heh, I’ll be serious now. What do you need?” Facing him, he placed his hands on his hips.

Setting down his fork, he moves in and kissed him on the lips. “I don’t know. You always chime my bells whenever you’re around. What makes this kiss any different?” He teased, grinning.

“Alright. We can do that. I’m sure that Mokuba wouldn’t mind the festival. Before you and I got married, Mokuba and I never really did much for New Year’s. We just sat on the couch, ate chips and watched the ball drop in America.”

He takes a bite of his omelette. “Hm? Well.. yes. I’m off. I was hoping to watch the ball drop on television. America tends to have nice concerts during. Why? Did you want to go do something else?”

“My gremlin of a brother loves that untamed atrocity he calls hair. I will respect his wishes but I will not hesitate to get him a haircut. Kid really needs it at this point.. He’ll get upset if you put ornaments in his hair, however. But! I digress. I would pay to watch my tiny teenage brother beat up my husband and I will allow this. Hell, I would have people pay to watch. Mr. Badass Wheeler gets beaten down by someone who is less than half of his size. It’ll be like Yugi defeating you.”

“Oh my god, Joseph.. You’re a walking disaster.” He couldn’t admit that he wanted to laugh at that. “Next you’re going to say that you got a pair of Christmas flamingo boxers to go along with your ugly sweater..” Stop giving him ideas, Seto. You’re making it worse.

“I literally cannot with you sometimes.” Reaching over, he lightly tugs at a few golden bangs. “Don’t hurt yourself when you have this little competition.”

“This just in, my husband is still a dork.” He teased, gently punching him on the shoulder. “Let me guess.. it has lights all over on it with a tiny voice box that plays Jingle Bells, right? Oh, it’s also Santa dabbing. That’s the worst kind of ugly sweater that I can think of.”

He gasped, fake offended. “No.” He brightened up, excited, eyes beaming.

“As punishment for the naughty list, you’re going to wear the ugliest ugly sweater during Christmas. You can’t take it off either until bed time.” He pats his shoulder while giving him a thumbs up. Winking at him, he said, “You’re going to look so damn ridiculous, antlers included.”

He blinked, glancing up. “What are you– oh. OH! Is that a mistletoe?” He points at it. “How did you sneak that one in?” Turning to Joey, he moved in for a kiss on the lips.

He kept the kiss there for the longest, only to pull away, grinning. “I think you positioned it when my back was turned. You’re going to be on my naughty list. But.. is that truly a bad thing?”

“I’ll have to say, I’m excited for Christmas! I have many ideas for dinner and..” He turns to see that the other was staring at him. “Ah.. you’re staring.” His cheeks began to burn as he shied away. “Um.. heh.. I got a little too excited, didn’t I?”

Brushing some hair behind his ear, he couldn’t hold in his smile. “I.. genuinely like Christmas..” Seto stared back up at him. “And.. I’m glad that you’re here with me.”

Joey stepped closer, moving his arms around Seto lazily.  “M’ really glad ya wanna do this wit’ me. It really-... I mean... dis feels like a real family t’me ‘an I... I’m just really happy right now, Set’.”