Rizz Em With Tism

                                    

                                          

At breakfast no one made eye contact with the two of them without laughing, "What?" Max asked finally.
"Nothing, brother defiler." Arthur said, laughing. Charles choked, "What's the matter, defiled brother?" Arthur asked, "Feel like sharing with the group?"
"No." Charles said, blushing furiously and Arthur's shit eating grin was priceless. Charles shifted uncomfortably and Max held his hand under the table again.
"It's okay, Charles, don't let the two of them give you shit about it. I can tell they were planning to do much worse." Said Lorenzo, seeing Charles' discomfort as well.
"We were." Agreed Arthur, which got him a gentle slap on his arm from Dennis.
"You just say any thought in your head, don't you?" He asked.
"Yes. I have zero filter." Dennis frowned at Arthur which made Arthur smile and kiss him.
Charles threw a piece of bread at the two, "Ew!" He said, mocking Arthur.
"It's disgusting when you or Enzo does it, this is fine." Says Arthur, turning back to his boyfriend. Charles averted his eyes.
When his gaze landed on something, it was Max, "Would it be so bad if we were out?" He asked, "These two idiots are." Charles sighed, "But they don't race in F1, I know, it's just-"
"I wouldn't mind being out with you." Max cut him off.
"You wouldn't?" Charles asked, hearts in his eyes. He'd been thinking about it a lot recently. He loved Max so much.
"I think, if you want to, we can. We can even announce it now, like on New Year's or something and it'll cooldown before the season starts."
"You're not just fucking with me?" Charles asked.
"No, I don't know what will happen but I don't want to hide loving you." Charles couldn't hold it in anymore, he hugged Max and Max smiled, hugging him back. The rest of the world can go to hell, he loved Charles.
Today was their sixth day in Paris and tomorrow, their last was Christmas. A fact they had all collectively forgotten. So now, Max and Dennis were shopping together for what to get everyone. Arthur was with Lorenzo and Charles.
"What's your budget?" Dennis asked.
"I don't know." Max shrugged, "What's yours?"
"I don't know."
"I already know we're so bad at this."
"So bad." Dennis agreed, "Do you know what to get Charles?"
"No, you?"
"Arthur is a . . . special person." Dennis said, and Max snorted at the word choice. Dennis laughed with him, "I love him, I really do, but he's definitely special in more than one way."
"So do you know what to get him?"
"All I can think of is a fugly Christmas sweater with something dirty written on it."
"The best place to find that is Paris." Max agreed.
"What about you?"
"Okay, so I have two ideas but the ideas clash."
"Go on?"
"Okay, so firstly like I could get him and I neck chains with our initials because we really like Taylor Swift-"
"T-Swizzle is Jesus." Dennis agreed.
"And she said, 'I want to wear his initials on a chain round my neck not because he owns me but because he really knows me' and Charles and I were talking about that for like an hour on a flight and he really liked it."
"And the second one?"
"I was thinking I could get a bracelet or something with a spotify code of a playlist I made for him."
"That's so sweet." Dennis said, "Can I see the playlist?"
Max opened his notes app and showed Dennis the playlist, it was a habit he picked up from Charles, writing down playlists. It was called 'Can't Help Falling In Love' with the first song, predictably, being Can't Help Falling In Love. Then there was seven, gold rush, young and beautiful, the night we met, and a few more. It totalled up to seventeen songs, "Seventeen, by the way, is the difference between sixteen and thirty three." Max told Dennis.
"Shut up, that is so sweet!"
"I don't know which to do." Max said, going crazy.
"It's probably going to take more than a day to engrave the spotify code into a bracelet," Dennis said, "But you could try both. Like buying necklaces just so you know you have something. And also get this engraved and if it's done by tonight then that's two gifts."
"So I'm allowed to just not decide?"
"Everyone likes more gifts."
"Smart." Max said.
"Now I just need to figure out what to get Art." Dennis sighed. He wasn't the best at giving gifts and he knew Arthur would appreciate anything from him but he wanted him to like it.
"What about this shirt?" Max asked, pulling one from the rack that had a fiery lettering of the word 'AUTISM' and a blurry skeleton holding two machine guns. Dennis laughed, taking a picture. "This rack is gold." He said, holding out another shirt that said 'Rizz em with tism.'
"So you already have two very Arthur shirts," Max said, "Do you want to get him this or something serious or cheat and say all?"
"All." Dennis said as they made their way to the checkout.