A couple of hours after Dynamite goes off of the air, Seth is fiddling around with his controller, trying to figure out the correct physics in this video game when the phone rings. He hums and pauses the game, going to retrieve where he'd left his cell phone after coming in from the wind and rain. "Hey, Mox," he says, knowing only one person would bother calling at this hour.
"Hey," Mox responds. "How's it going?"
"Living the dream," Seth says, unpausing the game just to immediately get murdered by the boss he thought he might actually have a chance against this time. He curses under his breath.
"Sounds like it," Mox cackles. "So other than your lack of skills in video games, how's it going over there? Weather looking good for my flight in?"
"Oh, yeah," Seth says sarcastically. "It's about to break records, it's so warm out there." Mox pauses for long enough that Seth cracks and huffs out a laugh. "Nah, there's snow in the forecast tomorrow."
"Well, shit," Mox says. "Maybe I won't fly out after all then."
"Oh, c'mon," Seth wheedles. "My mom really wants to see you this year. She misses you, I guess."
"Only your mom, huh?" Mox volleys back and Seth huffs out a laugh.
"Well, maybe Kevin does," Seth muses. "But he's a dog, does that really count?"
"Guess it'll have to do," Mox says. "I'll come for the dog." His voice drips in sarcasm and impatience and Seth chuckles.
"I guess I might miss you a little too."
Mox hums. "Just a little, huh?"
"Just a little."
"Well, I guess you'll see me just a little bit starting tomorrow," Mox returns and Seth shakes his head, amused by Mox's quick wit, even when snarky and tired after a show.
-x
Mox groans and curses as he steps out of the airport, immediately hit by what feels like sleet and temps around 25 degrees. "Seth, I swear," he mumbles, burying his hands in his hoodie and trudging after his significant other to the car. "When are you moving?"
Seth considers this for a moment as he hoists Mox's luggage up and slings it into the trunk. "When the weather becomes TOO nice," he suggests. "You know,sunny and in the low 80s most of the year. I dunno about you, man, but I need some snow in my life."
Mox huffs and shakes his head. "Had enough of that bullshit in Cleveland," he grouses, dropping down into the passenger seat of Seth's car.
Seth joins him after a moment, turning the heat up for him. "Florida spoiled you," he says with a grin and Mox rolls his eyes, pointing at him.
"Next year, we're spending the holidays in Arizona."
"Alright," Seth says, raising his hands in surrender before peering back to begin reversing the car to get them out of the parking lot and on their way. "We can do that. I'll say hello to all of your pet cacti."
"Hey, Needles and Pinny miss you too, you know."
Seth cackles, rolling his eyes, as he turns onto the highway. "Yeah, whatever, man."
Mox sighs once they're at the house, his muscles unclenching as soon as he's in the toasty warm living room, glancing around at the decorations. "It looks like the North Pole threw up in here," he says idly, shrugging off his coat and barely blinking when Seth reaches over and takes it from him, leaving to hang it somewhere to dry.
"C'mon," he says once he's back, leading Mox into the kitchen where he proceeds to make hot cocoa, Mox watching quietly from where he's sprawled out at the table. "You hungry? I can make something, we can order out, whatever you want."
"Too cold to think, can we decide in like an hour?"
"Yeah, sure," Seth says, resting the hot mug in front of him. Mox peers up at him and Seth stares back down at him for a moment before leaning in, resting a hand on his jaw and kissing him. "Sorry about Regal and all that mess."
"Meh," Mox says, clearly still not eager to think about it. "Not the first time, won't be the last." He tangles his fingers into Seth's shirt collar and drags him closer for a better vantage point in their next kiss.
After a minute, Seth pulls back and rests his forehead against Mox's. "Cocoa's gonna get cold," he says, panting softly.
"I'm already feeling warmer," Mox says with a smirk, eyes twinkling mischievously.
"Yeah, whatever, drink it," Seth laughs, swatting at him. They sit quietly for awhile, enjoying their drinks, Seth thumbing through his phone, answering a few messages about the coffee shop and the wrestling school.
Mox eventually grows tired of sitting at the table and wanders into the living room, dropping down into the chair that he usually prefers, which Seth had pointedly put the tree closest to. He turns to examine the tree, then turns back towards Seth, who is failing to hide his smirk. "You're the worst," he says.
"And you're not as much of a grinch as you pretend to be," Seth says with a chuckle, sitting on the arm of the chair, his shoulder resting against Mox's side.
"Hey, shut up, you don't know that." Mox rolls his eyes.
"Yeah," Seth mumbles. "I actually do."
Mox huffs, then gets ahold of Seth around the waist and drags him down until he's settled in Mox's lap, looking surprised but pleased none-the-less. "Yeah, well, you don't have to go broadcastin' it to the world," he tells him.
"I guess," Seth sighs, toying with Mox's beard. "This year. But next year, all bets are off."
Mox huffs and tilts his head to peer back over at the Christmas tree. "All in all, it doesn't look too outrageous this year."
"That's the highest compliment possible from you," Seth says, pressing a loud kiss to the side of Mox's head. "Thank you."
Mox shakes his head. "You're welcome," he says, squeezing Seth's side, lips twitching into a faint smile.