Who: Cassius and Marcus What: Christmas Where: Their flat When: Christmas again, duh! Rating: I'm sure it'll get high eventually
It took Cassius almost forever to figure out what in the hell to get Marcus. Nothing seemed right for the longest time, and he had been wrestling with several things for what felt like weeks. But finally, he had an idea. He knew more than anything his boyfriend wanted to get back into the air, to be back playing professional Quidditch, and Merlin, Cassius believed in that dream. And he wanted to show Marcus his support. So, spending almost three days doing the research, Cass found a world class trainer that had excellent ratings at putting injured players back in the air, even after the most horrible of accidents. His services were incredibly expensive, but his success ratings couldn't be ignored, so without blinking an eye, Cass hired him for an entire year, hoping that it would be enough, but willing to pay more if necessary.
Once back at his apartment, Cass laid the papers out for Marcus to see, and went to the kitchen to make them both dinner. Whiskey glazed flat ironed steaks and glazed potatoes with a tiramisu for dessert. He didn't look it, but Cassius was pretty talented in the kitchen. He knew Marcus would be home soon, and he wanted to have his gift and dinner both ready.