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Harrison liked Christmas. The pleasant, consistent spike of Joy hadn't come down yet. Real snow was falling outside their window (and further out, on the beaches).

The week from the Binoculars had been up by Christmas Eve. Harrison had finished his gifts by then too. The amount of work he could do when he didn't get tired surprised even him. He didn't even have to take breaks. He ate while he worked.

And since he'd been using scraps and discarded pieces of wood from the Moon building materials, it hadn't cost him anything. Well. Mostly scraps. The rest he'd put down as "furnishing supplies", which was honest. He'd made mostly small shop projects, easy stuff, that B0nez had looked up and he'd put together with some cutting and wood glue.

He had enough privacy in his old room, 130. Most of the stuff he dropped off at the doors of friends and coworkers.

But what remained was an extremely large, extremely mysterious object set up against the wall and covered some of the standard-issue sheets. It was taller than all three of them. Harrison had scrounged up a single bow, and tucked into it, an index card that just said Jordan. It wasn't fancy, but hell if he had that many yards of wrapping paper. He'd made sure both guys were on duty when he'd moved the gift in and thrown the sheet over it, and semi-trusted them not to peek (although he had his doubts).

Rep's was smaller, but had been wrapped to the best of Harrison's ability. Which meant tape, a lot of awkward folding, and brown butcher paper. But it had a bow too, and the same index card. It was a pretty large (about hip-height) square box.

There was one last object, of comparable height to Jordan's, although curved instead of boxy, just said for Everyone. He'd used the same sheet method.

While he'd been out on his supply run he'd caved and gotten a tinsel-wreath for the door and a miniature, ready-made plastic tree that already had multicolor lights strung around it. They'd been cheap, and low effort. He didn't have any ornaments to decorate it the tree with. And none of his presents fit under it.

But it was nice having the soft, rainbowy light to wake up to.

He got up early, like usual, but didn't bug either of the guys, edging out from between them to the foot of the bed and turning on the kitchenette counter light so he could get started on breakfast. He wasn't a master chef, but he could read instructions, and they had a can of cinnamon buns just for the occasion.

He peeled the can open and plopped them onto their one baking tray while the oven preheated, then got Jordan's coffee started. He was trying to be more nice than naughty in the waking-up department, and was hoping the combined smell would do most of the work for him.

Jordan liked Christmas anyway; the light edge of Joy just helped the feeling along. He'd gotten his shopping done in time and quietly. Harrison and Rep's presents were hidden under the bed, neatly wrapped and secured against peeking by the simple fact that he was the one who did the cleaning and made the bed, though he'd had to shuffle them hastily and temporarily into the closet before they'd moved the mattress.

He'd folded a few paper cranes out of construction paper to tuck into the little tree Harrison had picked up, and at some point when the others were out of the room a sprig of plastic mistletoe had gotten taped to the wall over the bed. He had then staunchly and totally unconvincingly maintained his innocence in the matter.

He'd slept deeply and comfortably that night with the company of both his guys and the amazing new bed, and so it took him a few extra minutes to register the smell of coffee and cinnamon. Once he did, though, he stirred, yawned, and opened his eyes, peering muzzily across the room to where Harrison was making breakfast. "You're awesome," he said through another yawn, though he made no effort to extract himself from Rep and the covers yet.

Rep had resurfaced into conciousness as Jordan shifted, but had resisted the urge to open his eyes, just too ******** comfortable to invest the effort. He wasn't often happy but this was just one of those moments where he was so inexplicably content it felt like he was still dreaming, a soft comfortable bed, Jordan's warm body alongside him, Harrison nearby and the easy smell of cooking. He had been convinced for the longest time that things never happened like the movies, that everything was imperfect and wrong in life. But he wasn't so sure about that standpoint right now and groggily committed a snapshot of the sensory moment to memory.

"M'awake."he groaned reluctantly, before burying his face against Jordan's chest.

"M'ry Chrstmss"

"Coffee's ready. Got a couple more minutes on the rolls," Harrison told them, heating up some powdered milk in the microwave for Rep's hot chocolate.

Light had started to filter in through the curtains.

After going through some of their newly-bought supplies and stirring in the proper packets, he brought the mugs over. Jordan's was straight from the pot. Rep's was piled high with whipped cream and sprinkles.

He waited on the side of the bed for them to sit up before handing them over.

"Careful. Still hot."

Jordan sat up and took the mug, leaning over to brush a grateful kiss over Harrison's lips. "Nothing better," he agreed, and sipped the coffee, then hummed blissfully. "You know how I like it," he purred.

Rep sipped his drink quietly, normally when he was happy he ran off what seemed like several hundred words a second, but it turned out you couldn't do that and drink at the same time. It was only when he was out of chocolate flavoured sustenance and helping himself to a roll that he actually got his brain up to speed.

"Is there like some sort of Christmas agenda?"

Harrison grinned back, taking the used plates. "Well, I dunno if you guys had any like...rules or traditions or anything. I was hoping you'd say that."

He put the dishes beside the sink before going to the assorted present pile.

He crossed his legs and started sorting.

"Jordan," he announced, placing that gift over near his own gift to Jordan. "Rep," he said, pushing that one left-ward. "...Me," he said, starting a pile for that one. "This one's for all of us. Frommm," he flipped the envelope, "Robert," and set that aside as well.

Jordan picked up the envelope from Robert curiously, then paused and blinked at Rep. "Yeah, you too," he said, not sure why Rep was acting like this was a complete surprise. Did Rep really think that he didn't have any friends close enough to give him presents, even after all this time? Rep might be abrasive and occasionally an a*****e, but Jordan knew that there were at least a few people who genuinely liked him, and likely more who felt that giving presents to Jordan and Harrison without giving anything to Rep would be an insult they weren't prepared to deliver.