AC: Birthday

Sitting at his desk with a groan, Shaun glanced over at the calendar that he scribbled important dates on, and blinked. It said "Desmond."

His fingers hovered over his keyboard for a moment, before he checked his watch, and reached out to slowly peel the slip of paper from the calendar, studying his own handwriting. He'd completely forgotten.

Desmond's birthday was yesterday. He'd forgotten his boyfriend's birthday.

"Shit."

"What's wrong, bossman?" Alex Mercer sat down at his own desk, straightning his tie. "You look upset."

Shaun crumpled the paper up, tossing it into his trashcan. "You'll just mock me, and I don't think I can deal with that right now." He looked up. "Where's Desmond?"

"Probably still at home. He booked the weekend off, remember?" Alex frowned. "Shaun, are you sure you're okay?"

"...No." Shaun sighed. "Can you handle the office for a day?" He scooped his jacket up. "M-maybe two days?"

Alex shooed him away, grinning. "Go ahead. I already know why you're going."

"Not a word." Shaun pointed at him, fighting a smirk. "I'll see you later..."

"Make sure you suck his dick!" Alex shouted as Shaun darted out of the door.

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Easing the door to their shared apartment closed, Shaun smiled.

Desmond was sat on the couch, controller in hand, and swearing vehemently at the TV. Shaun shrugged his jacket off as quietly as he could, and removed his shoes, slipping behind Desmond, and throwing his arms around him.

"Nonono goddamn it Coach!" Desmond jumped as arms were thrown around him, and peered at the white and red flowers that had sprung up in front of him. "Uh..."

"Why didn't you remind me? I feel like such a dick." Shaun murmured. Desmond set his controller down, and took the flowers with a sigh.

"Because I knew you'd make a big deal of it and I just wanted a nice quiet weekend."

Shaun reached down to pick up Desmond's controller, sighing. "Damn. I told Alex to watch the office for today and tomorrow, but if you just want a quiet weekend, I guess there's nothing for me to do." He giggled as Desmond pulled him down over the edge of the couch. "Hm...What can we do for an entire two days?"

"Well, you're the birthday boy. What do you want to do?" Shaun asked, his fingers hooking over Desmond's waistband. Desmond smiled, and caught his wrist.

"Shaun, you mind if we just...hang out? I mean-"

Shaun reached up, and tugged Desmond down for a kiss. "You don't have to explain. You want to hang out, we'll hang out."

"Maybe later, eh?" Desmond sat back in his seat, picking up his controller. Shaun grinned, and shrugged off his suit jacket. "Can I join in?"

"If you sit there making Nick/Ellis jokes, I swear to god I'll shoot your character to death."

"Fine, fine." Shaun retrieved his own controller,  sitting next to Desmond.