Operation is a Go, Part 2

[wizard_p_i]

[OOC: Continues from Part 1, here. Warning: male/male relationship up to an R rating.]

Harry kept his eyes firmly closed as John cut through whatever was binding him. "John," he said in a voice that was probably more wobbly than he intended, "what happened? The last thing I remember, I was jogging."

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[gentleman_tiger]

"I'm not entirely sure," John said, his voice low to spare the headache he imagined the other man had. "But my guess is that you ran into Mister Hendricks, who sapped you and carried you here. If the card he left is any indication." The wizard's hands and legs freed, John sat on the bed beside him, stroking his forehead. "He's a professional and I doubt you have a concussion, but I'm going to have to hold off on the aspirin until I'm sure. Can you open your eyes for just a moment?"

[wizard_p_i]

"Card? What card?" Harry blinked, then opened his eyes and shaded them. "I don't think I have a concussion. I've had concussions. This just feels like a headache."

[gentleman_tiger]

"This card." John tucked it back into Harry's now-freed hands, leaning in to check his pupils.

"I'll be right back, with aspirin. Stay. Put."

[wizard_p_i]

"Where would I go?" Harry called after him. Then he held the card over his head in an attempt to read it.

Johnny,

You could either call this a late Christmas present, or a really early birthday present. Either way, bon appetit.

-Frank

Harry spluttered. "I'm a present now? What, Hendricks is taking a lesson from the White Court and giving people as gifts?"

[wizard_p_i]

Continued from here.

"People don't get indignant with you? Or make really horrible puns?" Harry considered that for a moment. "That's a crying shame. You need more variety in your life."

[gentleman_tiger]

"...Harry, I'm a mob boss. People barely breathe in front of me." John kissed his temple. "Except idiot wizards who carefully and tenderly nurture a death wish. You've been bringing variety into my life since the day you first got into my car."

[wizard_p_i]

"At the insistence of you and three of your bodyguards," Harry reminded him. "And I don't nurture a death wish. I have a life wish. But that includes living life on my own terms. And being upfront honest about it. To everyone. Including mob boss predators."

He shrugged, continuing to pet John's hair. "A lot of people don't get that. I don't think you did then. You do now."

[gentleman_tiger]

"I do now." John leaned over and laid his head against Harry's chest.

In the kitchen, something boiled over with an angry hiss.

"-the fucking spaghetti!" and John was back on his feet.

[wizard_p_i]

[OOC: Continued from here.]

"Quite a lot of things aren't strictly necessary, John," Harry said patiently. "The real question is--would you like a cake? Would it be fun? I think the answer is yes. So you're getting a cake. And candles. And a present. So there."

[gentleman_tiger]

"So there. You are five. I love you." John leaned up to kiss his cheek.

[wizard_p_i]

"Oh, no," Harry said, chuckling. "Now we are six, at least!

"...and I love you too." This was punctuated by a kiss apiece to the cheek, the nose, and the forehead.

[gentleman_tiger]

John laughed and grasped his chin for a real kiss. Tomato and vinaigrette mingled.

[wizard_p_i]

[OOC: Continued from here.]

Harry took a deep breath, then wailed in a Mark Hamill voice, "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"

[gentleman_tiger]

John sprawled back on the couch, laughing too hard to speak.

[wizard_p_i]

And that was too much for Harry, and he fell back on the couch as well, laughing.

"What makes this scary," he wheezed, "is that for Christmas, I gave my apprentice a lightsaber."

[gentleman_tiger]

"And he has a padawan learner, ladies and gentleman." John set his empty spaghetti bowl aside, cleared Harry's hands, and climbed neatly into his lap, straddling the long legs and resting his weight on Harry's knees.

He kissed the man firmly on the forehead and put his arms around his shoulders, simply holding him.