Enzo blinks awake, immediately feeling as jittery as if he'd drank ten cups of coffee within a minute. Christmas Eve! he thinks, punching a fist upwards happily as he glances over at Cass, still fast asleep next to him. His face softens as he quietly shuffles out of bed, relieved Cass is a heavy sleeper as he wanders around the kitchen, starting coffee and making some toast while he waits and stares outside. His phone flashes a weather forecast at him and he shakes his head in disbelief. "60 degrees, what the fuuuu..."
His words fade away as he glances over his shoulder, realizing what such non-seasonable temps can mean. Rubbing his hands together, he grins brightly and sets on some legitimate breakfast choices, eggs, and sausages, pancakes and potatoes. He even squeezes a couple of oranges for fresh juice, setting it all aside to keep while he waits for Cass to smell or hear him at this and join him. Which, all in all, doesn't take too long, Enzo's head ducked over the skillet, poking at the eggs, when a large arm curls around his waist and draws him away from the heat, pulling him into a solid body, kisses immediately being pressed against his shoulders, up his neck.
He exhales slowly and smirks, glancing up into Cass' dark blue eyes. "Well, g'morning to you too" he greets him cheerfully. "Merry Christmas Eve, big guy."
Cass hums, still somewhat half-asleep, and he leaves his face buried in Enzo's mussed up hair, which is now mostly dark brown, with some stubborn streaks of blond here and there. He does blink awake at the first smell of coffee, Enzo waving a full mug of the stuff under his nose, and then comes to fully when he tastes it, inhaling the steam slowly. Enzo beams when he blinks slowly, then, softly, "Merry Christmas Eve, 'Zo."
Enzo returns to the food then, serving and pouring as needed, and before long, the two of them are settling around their small table, examining the nice spread before them. "So what do you wanna do today?" he asks, figuring Cass has no idea what the weather's gonna be like.
His assumption is proved correct when Cass shrugs. "Stay warm? I guess."
"Shouldn't be too difficult," Enzo snorts, finding what he'd been reading on his phone and showing Cass. He has to move his phone aside quickly as Cass almost spits out a mouthful of eggs and potatoes as soon as he sees the projected temperature for the day.
"60?!"
"Yep." Enzo's grin spreads slow and easy over his face and Cass shakes his head, muttering in disbelief about it all. "Which, ya know what that means."
Cass looks up at him and pales. "Oh. NO. Zo- not that-"
"Yep!" Enzo chuckles. "I've always wanted to, and if not this year, then when?"
Cass grimaces, his shoulders slumping. "Fuck."
Once, years back, they'd been joking about things they wanted to do during the holidays. Top of Enzo's list had been caroling in Grand Central Station until security kicks them out, but Cass had always refused because of the weather, or needing to see their families, or any other little thing he can cling to keep this from coming true. Now, well... his chief arguments can't apply for this year and Enzo feels his victory creeping ever closer as Cass buries his face in his hands.
All in all, it doesn't take too much encouragement and wheedling. Cass always comes around in the end, anyway. So they walk side by side through New York streets, Enzo grinning brightly as they approach the main terminal, Cass' gaze flickering around. There are quite a few people around, despite everything, and his hope dwindles that Enzo will lose interest the more excied the man next to him becomes as he faces his biggest aspiration. "C'mon, big guy," Enzo urges, and Cass shuffles over to stand next to him.
The first song is rough, Enzo's more rapping styles knocking Cass off of his lyrical balance, but they make their way through Silent Night, and Holly Jolly Christmas without too much strain. By the time they begin Rockin' Around the Christmas Tree, they're gelling a lot better, their different singing styles beginning to compliment each other, and they're gaining a bit of a crowd. Not many, the people are keeping their distance, but it's... it's nice. Cass begins to relax more and more into it, his deep, calm voice punctuated surprisingly well by Enzo's almost frenetic rapping styles. Like their most successful time as a tag team, it works better than it probably should, and when security finally comes to break things up, looking far from pleased at them disrupting foot traffic outside of the station, Cass goes willingly when Enzo grabs his hand and pulls him away.
They get away easily enough, and Enzo grins when Cass tosses his head back and laughs, a few blocks away from the Station. "See, I told ya it wouldn't be that bad." He tucks in closer to Cass, and peeks up at him. "Maybe some year, we can do it again some time. See if we can last a little bit longer before security Grinches it all to hell for everyone."
Cass smiles. Tucks some of the hair out of Enzo's eyes, examining his face. "I'd like that," he admits, leaning in to kiss Zo. "I'd like that a lot."
Enzo hums. "Good," he mumbles, twisting his fingers in Cass' jacket and beginning to tug him along back down the street back home.