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When; Monday February 4th, evening
Rating; PG-13?
Characters; Lee Nicholas

killerdimples and Tony Foster

darkest0knight
Summary; It's Tony's birthday, and Lee owes him.
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When Lee bought the TV, he had to take a huge advance out on his paycheck. It was huge - a lot bigger than he thought when the guy at the store told him it was five feet.

The trick was to keep Tony out of the house while they delivered it. He walked next to the other man as they went into the restaurant for dinner and calculated it in his head. They needed an hour to deliver it and another twenty-five to set it up. Dessert was at home (Lee had baked a cake) so he would have to delay dinner.

...and then there was the matter of the issues, so it was no idea how long Tony would want to be out.

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Lee laughed and leaned one cheek on his hand. "I guess that would work out, but you know, you should probably sleep with someone who's good in bed." He grinned. "You know. Like me."

He reached his other hand down to touch Tony's knee.

"Oh?" Tony said, archly, the tone cool even though he was beginning to flush just a bit along the back of his neck and up to his cheeks.

"Do you have any proof of that?"

"Well," Lee said, his hand wandering up, "you'd have to experiment with that yourself, wouldn't you?" He leaned forward. "But you don't go home with strange actors."

He turned his bright green eyes on Tony's, his smile catlike.

Careful, careful. He'd never really seen that expression on Lee's face before, at least, not directed at him. He shifted in his seat and lowered his lashes demurely.

"I don't. But..." He let the word dangle. "If I get to know you better, you won't be a stranger anymore, will you?"

He drew his hand up a little higher. "No, not at all. Then I'll be someone you know." He grinned.

"Are you still hungry?"

Tony squirmed against Lee's hand, flushing fully now. They were still in public, despite the secluded booth.

"No," he murmured back. "Can we get the check?"

Lee nodded and turned, asking a passing waiter for the check and dropping the money on the table. He stood and offered his hand. "Come on, then. Let's go."

He led Tony as quickly as he was able back home, opening the door. "Oh, don't mind the TV," he said with a smirk. "It's a present for someone."

Don't mind the TV, he said. Like it wasn't taking up half the living room. Tony stared.

"Lee...you can't afford this." He brushed his fingers over the screen with a kind of awe.

He moved up behind him, wrapping his arms around Tony's waist. "I saved after Christmas, and I took out an advance on my paycheck," he said with a soft kiss to Tony's neck.

"Happy Birthday, Tony." He watched Tony's face, his hands, and smiled. It was worth it.

He leaned back against Lee's chest and slid his hands over the other man's, smiling.

"Well how'm I supposed to pretend you're a stranger now? You bought me a TV."

Lee smiled.

"Aaaaannnnddd...." he leaned over and opened one of the cabinets in the entertainment center. "A blue-ray. I heard they're the next wave of DVD, or something." He gave Tony another kiss.

"Wait wait wait. You mean. I know you? What would my boyfriend think!?"

"He probably thinks you're broke," Tony said, trying not to grin. "Really, this is too much. I only asked for a cake."

He paused and turned in Lee's hold, voice pitched low. "I mean, someone else only asked for cake. You'll spoil whoever it is."

"Broke but happy." He gave Tony a kiss. "I don't think it's too much. Only one birthday a year."

He stroked his thumb over Tony's cheek. "Luckily, I have cake, too. Dark chocolate."

"Sounds good," Tony said, an arm sliding around Lee's waist. "But I'm not that hungry yet."

"Well," he asked, pulling him back onto the new couch, "what were you thinking we would do to celebrate your birthday, then?"

He tapped a finger against his lips. "There's a new TV. We could watch it."

Lee pulled the remote from the side table and turned it on.

"Your birthday."

"And Vicki gave me wine." He could see it on the kitchen counter, big yellow bow wrapped around the bottle.

"We could drink it."

He nodded and stood, taking the bottle in his hands. He handed it to Tony. "I'll get the glasses."

He returned a minute later with two glasses, and he sat down next to the other man. "You pour." He handed him the bottle opener.

He opened the bottle with a little pop of the cork, and poured a generous amount into the glasses.

"There," he set the bottle down, "that'll do for now. Toast?"

He held up his glass and said, "To another year, to making the best of everything, to life, and to love."

He leaned forward, "Was that good?"

Touch glass, and then touch lips. Tony made the kiss soft, the barest taste before he took a sip from his wine.

"I think so."

He licked his lips after the kiss and drank another sip. "Good," he whispered.

He took another sip and laughed. "This is the part that Henry and Vicki crash."

"I think they have their own plans." He took another long sip, cradling the flavour on his tongue. It was a really nice wine. He didn't drink it often, but he could tell the difference between the cheap stuff and the good stuff.

It wasn't Destiny's wine, but it wasn't half-bad. He'd have to thank Victory again later.

"That doesn't really mean anything, you know," he said with a smirk before he leaned in to press himself against Tony's side. He took another sip and enjoyed it. "You have good friends."

He leaned his head on Tony's. "I hope I can be good for you, too."