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Sending gifts if one is long distance- Rayvrose
From totally not Moon River again😉
okay, so the first prompt will be posted separately later. we get rayvorose now! Thank you :D
“Okay, so she’ll be in Boston on the 24th, New York the 27th and then Charlotte on the 1st.”
“Right. And I’d rather the gift get to her before her birthday than after.”
“Are they spending the extra night in Boston or New York?”
Ray shuffles through their pile of papers. They have a handful of state maps, a wall calendar, a daily planner, and a notebook covering their table trying to sort out what Rose’s tour actually looks like. You’d think that between the two of them, they’d be better at this by now. Especially Ray, considering he regularly needs to keep track of both Trevor and Rose’s tour dates. Unfortunately, it’s a mess every single time.
He flips through the notebook to find the Petal Pushers’ itinerary. “Boston for the 24th through 26th. Then New York for her birthday and the show.”
“Okay, I think we should send it to Boston then. We should have enough time for it to get there if we hit the post office tomorrow.”
Ray agrees as he tries to fold up one of the maps that they’d dug out. Trevor grins as he takes it from Ray and easily folds it up properly.
“Magic, I swear,” Ray murmurs under his breath.
Trevor laughs. “It’s a special skill.” He makes a show of wiggling his fingers, “Many talents in these hands.”
Ray’s face turns pink. “Not gonna disagree,” he says before promptly returning to the issue at hand, “Okay, what are we sending?”
Trevor digs under the table for the handful of boxes they’d found around the apartment complex after coming up with this gift plan. “Her favourite chocolate, of course.”
“Think you could bake something tonight that we could add?”
Trevor hums thoughtfully before answering with a teasing lilt to his voice, “With a sous chef, probably.”
Ray coughs out a dry laugh, “Yeah, only if you want to send charred… whatever you make.”
“We’ll find a simple job for you,” Trevor counters with a smirk.
“How about I just do the clean up?”
“But you look so cute covered in flour.” Trevor grins at Ray’s reddening face before pressing a soft kiss to Ray’s mouth. “Don’t worry, I won’t let you mess anything up.”
“Okay, okay, fine. What else?”
Trevor waggles his eyebrows suggestively, “We could take some pictures.”
Ray makes a strained choking sound. “I can’t get film developed that quickly.”
“We can use the Polaroid. There’s got to be a few film sheets left for that.”
“Okay,” Ray quietly agrees. He knows that he won’t be able to resist Trevor’s arguments once they start so he doesn’t bother trying. And if he had to admit it, he knows that he and Trevor will have fun taking them. And that Rose will absolutely love receiving them. “How do we make sure nobody else sees them?”
“An envelope! Easy.”
Ray narrows his eyes suspiciously but doesn’t argue. “Is a stuffed animal too corny?” he asks, quickly moving on.
“Nah, she’d love that. We’ll pick one up tomorrow. Something really soft.”
“Think we could afford a Gund?”
“I guess we’ll find out. Maybe you can scour for change while I bake?”
Ray readily agrees, grateful to get out of kitchen duty. He loves watching Trevor bake and Rose cook but he alway feels in the way and like a distraction. Hell, he regularly is a distraction and while it’s often worth the loss of tasty treats, that’s not what he wants to send to Rose.
“I wish we could just be there,” Ray says sadly.
Trevor wraps an arm around Ray’s waist. “Me too, love. Me too.”
Ray leans into him and Trevor presses a light kiss to Ray’s temple. Ray turns to Trevor and brings a hand up to his hair as he kisses him on the mouth. They get lost in each other for a moment until Trevor pulls away. “Let’s pause this until we’ve got everything else sorted.”
Ray nods his agreement and they run through their list again, adding a co-written letter and a (worn) t-shirt from each of them.
Trevor gets himself set up in the kitchen, sorting through their ingredients to see which of her most loved treats he can make with what they have on hand. There isn’t enough butter for properly frosted cupcakes but he can probably make cookies work. And the banana collection in the freezer is starting to take over, much to Ray’s chagrin, so he decides to whip up some banana bread too.
Ray succeeds in finding a handful of change. Not enough to pay for anything in its entirety, but enough to make a solid dent in their planned costs (Trevor finds an emergency $10 bill hiding in the glove compartment when they go out the next day to top everything up).
While the baked goods cool, they make good on their rainchecked makeout session which manages to naturally evolve into the photoshoot Trevor had in mind. Ray was absolutely correct in his previous assumption that they would have fun taking the shots for Rose.
“More gifts should come with these kinds of costs,” Ray murmurs when they’re done.
“Very much agree,” Trevor says as he reaches over Ray for the camera. He checks that there’s at least one last film sheet left in it before clambering up beside Ray. He presses their sweaty faces together and turns the camera so it’s facing them, making sure to angle it down just far enough to show Rose what they’d been up to but not enough to expose themselves entirely. They wait patiently for it to print and Trevor kisses Ray as he shakes the photo. Ray reaches out for it and Trevor holds it just out of reach.
“Nuh uh, you don’t get to see this one.”
Ray gapes at him. “How is that fair?”
Trevor sneaks a peek at it and looks back at Ray. “Maybe I’ll keep this one for myself,” he teases.
Ray smacks him on the chest and grabs the photo out of Trevor’s hand.
“Oh,” he says once he sees it.
“Sexy right?”
Ray firmly nods once, “Yep. Very hot. Rose will be pleased.”
Trevor pouts, “I can’t keep it?”
“No, you can’t keep it! You have my actual physical presence. Rose gets this.”
“Ugh, fine.”
“But she needs to bring it back home with her.”
“She damn well better.”
In the end, she does bring it home. A bit battered and worse for wear, considering it had been her favourite too and she’d carried it around with her, but home nonetheless. Where it was tucked into their headboard and lived for the remainder of their time together.
