Lazy Valentines (Lazy Days)

didn't think anything of it when Scott leaned over towards the wall to pick something up, but then flinched and wanted to crawl inside himself when he saw what it was.
    "Devon," Scott said slowly, his eyes twinkling with of amusement. "What's a heart-shaped box of chocolates doing in my living room?"
    Devon hid behind his curtain of hair as he reached down to tie his boots. He didn't know why he'd bought the damn thing and obviously getting off—twice—had scrambled his brain to the point he'd completely forgotten that he had. It didn't even matter that they were expensive, designer chocolates either. It was the damn heart box that made them cheap and tacky. He should have gone for flowers instead.
    "Man, isn't it bad enough that you rubbed one out of me in my favorite jeans? Now you wanna rub that in, too? Valentine's Day is supposed to be sweet not vindictive." Devon smirked but Scott wasn't looking his way until his mouth suddenly dropped open.
    "What did you say… it's Valentine's Day? Oh, it's Valentine's Day. Shit, I had no idea."
    "How could you not know?" That was another thing he loved about Scott—the sweet honesty he just couldn't contain. Devon would have at least claimed he knew it was Valentine's Day to save face but that sort of thing never even crossed Scott's mind. "Haven't you seen all the cheesy heart crap everywhere?"
    "Cheesy heart crap like this little box?"
    Devon tilted his head, hoping to hide some of his embarrassment behind his hair again.
    "Sorry." Scott grinned at him with way too much amusement, his words not matching the look on his face in any way, shape or form.
    "Yeah, it's Valentine's Day and I got a dorky heart-shaped box of chocolates especially for my dorky, annoying boyfriend. Satisfied?"
    Devon was caught unprepared when Scott flung himself into his arms. He wobbled dangerously to the side as Scott forcibly attached himself but somehow managed to keep them both upright.
    "I never realized because I've never received a Valentine before or had a Valentine date or whatever you're supposed to call it… so the day has never been anything but a… day." He kissed the side of Devon's head with such vigor and excitement that Devon's heart resumed its pounding bassline in his ears. "Thank you, Devon."
    Once Devon composed himself, he dragged his arms out from between his and Scott's bodies and wrapped Scott in tight to his chest, his fingers stroking through his hair and down his back. "You never have to thank me for doing things for you, sweetheart. But when you talk about your past that I never know whether to kiss you or cry."
    Scott pulled back, eyes bright with emotion. "Kissing is always the right answer but I've never seen you cry so that could be interesting…" He paused with a smirk that Devon wanted to kiss away… ruthlessly. "Why exactly would you cry?"
    "Ah, everyone should have at least a couple Valentine's Days to remember." Dammit, but Scott just broke Devon's heart in two sometimes. Such a sweet soul had no business being as lonely and alone as Scott had been before Devon came into his life. If he had his way, Scott wouldn't ever be either of those things again.
    "Well, so far I've had three orgasms—"
    "Three?" Devon's brain spun to remember when the third had happened. Maybe he'd came three times too without knowing it.
    Scott just smirked and continued, "And I have the rest of the day to spend with you. That's all I need."
    They kissed again, just a soft, lazy pressing of mouths. There was no desperation or lust, just love and a happy start to the day. When they pulled apart Scott quirked an eyebrow at him. "So you're taking me out for Valentine's Day, all day? Really?"
    Devon nodded, kissed Scott's forehead then released him to finish with his boots. "Yep. I have it all planned out. The pants-coming incident wasn't in the original set list or the shower clean-up session, but I managed to pencil them both in afterwards." He chuckled under his breath as Scott slapped him lightly on the back of the head. "And no, I don't have an actual list written down." He paused to rub then tap the side of his head. "It's all in here."
    Scott faked a gasp. "I need to start teaching you the fine art of list-making, don't I?" He snorted and moved around Devon to grab his coat from the closet. "I should probably bring my bottle of Ativan, huh?"
    Devon sighed before smiling sadly at him. "I hope I don't stress you out that bad, but better safe than sorry, right?"
    He and Scott