A/N: Taken from "OTP Prompts" on tumblr.
A/N: "So THAT'S what I forgot to do last night!" Prompt.
He had just finished posting the invitations when Brett had come in. His Boyfriend frowned when he saw the packs of balloons, banners and Birthday candles on the table. They'd argued before he'd gone out. Mason didn't even know why. One of his pack members, Clay's birthday was coming up. For some reason Brett didn't want Clay having a Surprise party. He bitched and moaned, but luckily the rest of the pack were excited about it. They'd all been out today, picking Treats, Drinks and presents for the event which they'd sworn to keep a secret.
"It's called doing something nice. I guess you're only ready get off your ass when you're the center of attention" Mason said before he'd left.
"Clay isn't worthy of your time..trust me" Brett said. Mason shook his head confused at Talbot's words.
"He's your Pack, you have to help out. And buy him something heartfelt"
"I don't have to do shit. Have fun" Brett smirked, before grabbing a rucksack and leaving.
He hadn't told him where he was going. But he when got back, Mason knew that' he'd gone to the gym. There were sweat patches on his shirt, his Gym towel dragged over his shoulder, and a sports drink was hanging from his fingers. "Hey" Mason said, not bothering to look at him. He was too busy writing out jokes for the party. He scanned his phone when he felt Brett's weight on the sofa. He bit his lip as he started Texting Lori. Brett's sister had sneaked out one of Brett's many credit cards. They didn't think he'd notice. They were praying to God that he hadn't.
Uhhhh...wh...what are you doing?" Mason asked him, as his boyfriend started nudging his feet with his own feet.
"Nothing..."
"Can you quit it?" Mason asked, as the nudging caught him off balance.
"Sorry! Need any help?" He asked pulling his long legs up and putting them on Mason's lap.
"Everything's covered"
"I knew Clay could rely on you. You're so organised" Brett said.
He took his feet off Mason's lap and replaced the feet with his head. Mason stroked Brett's chest rubbing him in wide circles listening to the Were's pulse. It was Brett's unspoken apology. They both knew that Mason accepted it. Brett growled softly as his boyfriend started playing with his hair. It had just been cut, and Mason trying to spike his hair in the front.
"Trying to give me a Goth look Mase?"
"Would you go all Punk Rock on me?" Mason asked.
"If you wanted it"
"I want Clay to have an Intense party. I've gotta meet your little Sister soon" Mason said.
"Sure, you do understand that my tainted mood is down to stress don't you?" Brett said twisting a little in Mason's lap.
"Stress? Being Rich, hot and beach body ready is Stressful?" Mason teased.
"No, You know why I'm hot and bothered. I've been running myself ragged with all our arrangements. I was thinking of a Spring wedding for us Mase. Or Maybe we could get hitched in the fall so I could take you away in the spring. But it would be favourable to have our Honeymoon in the Summer. I rarely get to see you in Swimming trunks as it is..."
He frowned and looked up as his boyfriend cringed.
"What?" Brett questioned.
"Arrangements? Wedding?...Honey-moon? babe, you haven't even proposed to me yet!" Mason said pushing Brett off him.
He got up as Brett leaned up red faced.
"Shit, I knew I'd forgotten do something essential last night! Mase stay right there! I've Pre-ordered the ring!...I'll cover the floor with Roses...I'll quote your favourite zombie film, I'll get down on one knee..."
"Pre-ordered?...Brett your Sister needs me, more than you do it looks like. I'll leave you to it. Whatever this is" Mason said grabbing his Jacket.