below the cut is a sappy xmas kitcap drabble
Kit shifted nervously on the couch, the pads of his fingertips running over the fabric covering his eyes. It would be so easy to just… But no, no, this was a surprise from Cap which was so not a thing that happened that Kit was not about to ruin the moment by pulling the blindfold down to peek…
Well, maybe just a little - but all he saw was Cap walking down the hallway, so he shifted it back up over his eyes in disappointment. “How long ya gonna take? I’m fuckin’ freezing.”
“Not my fault!” He heard Cap’s muffled voice from their bedroom. “You’re the one who insists on wearing that ridiculous costume every year.”
“Sexy santa is a staple!” Kit shouted back, dejected. But a pair of red booty shorts and knee high candy cane socks did little to keep warm in New York winter - it didn’t help either that the only thing covering any of his bare torso was a pair of thin red suspenders. At least the hat was warm. “And it ain’t my fault you refuse to wear the elf costume I got for ya!”
“Because it’s fucking freez- look, just hush, okay? I can’t get it if you’re going to be so loud.”
If Cap’s goal was to set Kit’s mind racing, it worked. Suddenly the cold paled in his mind in comparison to what on earth Cap could’ve gotten for him that he needed to be quiet for. Cap did know who he was dealing with right? They’d been together for years now, there was no way Cap forgot that Kit was pretty far from a quiet person.
Regardless, he obeyed - maybe a sort of pavlovian response to the blindfold, usually used in more… submissive situations - silent and still apart from the rapid bouncing of his right foot tapping against the floor and the small silver bells around the collar of his boot.
Hours passed. Or what felt like hours. Kit was not a patient man. He felt like he surely grew santa’s big white beard by the time he finally heard Cap’s footsteps coming back down the hall. When they stopped, his breath caught in his chest.
“Now remember… Don’t get too loud. Take off the blindfold.”
Kit pulled it off so hard he felt like he gave himself a vertical line of baldness across the back of his skull. It took a few seconds for his eyes to readjust to sight. “Oh. Where’dja find him?”
Cap looked momentarily dumbfounded, but Kit was mostly feeling let down. In Cap’s arms was a small brown puppy, one Kit only assumed Cap had found and decided to make finding a home for a present out of or something. But Kit had been trying to talk Cap into getting one for months now, so this was a particularly painful sort of tease.
“The dog. I got him from a shelter. For you. He’s yours. Ours.”
Another few seconds passed in total silence and then weeping. Utterly overwhelmed, Kit just started crying. “What???” The world devolved into incoherent noises and sobs; unsure of what else to do, Cap walked over to the couch and sat beside him, carefully placing the dog in Kit’s lap.
“Y’know this is disgustingly like those videos you watch all the time. I should’ve filmed you.”
By now the sobs were turning into laughs as the small dog perked up in Kit’s grasp, trying desperately to climb up his chest and lick the salt from Kit’s cheeks. “Ohmygod he’s so fuckin cute.”
“He doesn’t have a name yet. Did you have any ideas?”
Kit went quiet for a few moments, then said “Brick.”
“What, like, short for Kubrick?”
