Dalton frowns. The last few weeks have been... strained. He's been beaten up, the Boys have been beaten up. He's tired, stressed, a little at odds. Had been left on the floor, too exhausted and angry to move, and he knows things aren't much easier for Brent and Brandon. So he stares at the computer screen before him, trying to think. A way to make the holidays cheerful, a way to make his Boys smile.

He's not even sure exactly how he stumbles on it, some idle search that leads him into realizing that there are a lot of fandom oriented Advent calendars. Some confuse him, some are intriguing in ways he hadn't expected. Reigning himself in, he reminds him that this is for the Boys, so he tries again. Narrows the search. Almost gasps aloud before he catches himself, not wanting to risk either Brent or Brandon to come by to see what's going on and ruin the surprise for themselves.

Biting his lip, he quickly places the order and even pays extra for overnight shipping. Now all he can do is wait, so he darkens his phone and stands, heading out to find his Boys, cuddle them if they need it, soothe whatever discomfort they might still be feeling after getting thrown around by Killswitch a week ago.

By the time he wakes up, the Boys are clustered around a box at the foot of the bed, whispering, and poking it with curious fingers. "Hey," he says groggily, disrupting their pecking. Both Boys jump a foot in the air before sheepishly crawling back up to him, Brent kissing him good morning, then Brandon. "What do you two have down there?"

"We're not sure," Brent says. "A box was delivered, one of the other boys brought it in, but... we don't know what it is." They stare at Dalton as he slowly sits up, one arm loose around Brent, the other around Brandon.

Dalton exhales, barely with it all. Squints around and then says, "My juice?"

"Oh, here," Brent says, grabbing a glass and handing it over to him.

He hums his thanks, sipping the fresh, tangy pineapple juice and sighing as it awakens him almost immediately. "Thank you, sweet Boy," he says, patting Brent's cheek. A little more revived now, he squints down at the box, nudging it with his toe. "Well, I think if you two are that curious about what's in it, you should open it," he says, hiding his smile by taking another slow draw of his juice.

"What? But it's your package," Brandon says, uncertain even as his fingers twitch towards the box.

"What is mine is yours," Dalton says, smiling at them. "Go ahead."

Brent and Brandon exchange glances before they move as one to tear into the box as a child at, well, Christmas. It's only a few moments before they gasp at almost the same time, Brandon all but diving into the box to get a closer look. "Oh my god," Brent murmurs, pulling his brother out to get a good look as well. "It's a Pokemon Advent calendar?"

"There are two of them," Dalton says. "One for both of you, they... are two different styles," he adds as the Boys pull the calendars out of the box. "That way you both won't ruin each other's surprises." He hesitates and watches them both ogle the boxes. "I'm sorry it's a little late in the month, but you can open a few days worth now, then be caught up for tomorrow."

Brent and Brandon nod, totally floored, before tossing the boxes aside and all but tackling Dalton back into the pillows. Dalton is momentarily relieved he had set his glass of juice aside in the nick of time, hugging them back tightly. "Thank you, thank you, thank you," they chant with those beautiful smiles that he loves so much, peppering kisses all over his face.

"I take it to mean you like them," he chuckles.

"Love them," Brandon says. "Love you."

"So much," Brent agrees, nuzzling against Dalton's jaw.

Dalton chuckles, kisses them both. "I love you both so much as well. Now, go. Have fun with them." He sits back and watches the two of them first choose which one they want, then trying out different parts of his bedroom to set them up at that they can easily access and see well when they wake up in the mornings. Once they sort that out, they both begin eagerly opening the doors to get caught up to where in the month they're currently at, calling out which Pokemon they've gotten back and forth as they go. Their smiles only keep growing.

Dalton hums, reaching over to reclaim his juice while he watches them. "Merry Christmas to all," he murmurs, pleased.