Brian was in a bad mood. No, scrub that. Brian was in a VERY bad mood.

There were only twelve shopping days left before Christmas and he still hadn’t managed to buy any presents for either of his husbands.

Even though the tour had ended well over a month ago he had been so caught up in the rigmarole of viewing houses and doing battle with estate agents that the time had just crept past him and now here he was, Christmas fast approaching and not one single present yet brought.

Sighing he flicked on the T.V. only to be reminded by some cheesy-grinned salesman that, yes, there were only twelve shopping days to go until Christmas.

In disgust he turned it off and settled instead for whacking on some Linkin Park FULL BLAST. He always thought better when he couldn’t hear himself think.

Stef was actually quite easy to buy for. Whips, chains, body jewellery, bondage cuffs, anything kinky would keep Stef delighted and amused for many a month to come. Come to think about it, anything like that would keep him delighted and amused for many a month to come. All he had to do was go into his favourite little, blackend out front window, shop down in Soho and he could pick up half a dozen suitable gifts for Stef.

Steve on the other hand.

For what to get Steve Brian had absolutely no idea, no fucking idea at all.

What was it that straight guys were into nowadays anyway?

He could always get him some porn but Steve had more than enough of that already. Mind you one video tape of hetero porn was more than enough in Brian’s book. Quite why Steve wanted a whole library of the things was beyond him.

He just wished that he could give Steve the one thing that he wanted more in the whole wide world to give him. The one thing that he had been offering him every Birthday, Christmas and hell once a week every fucking week since they had known each other.

But sadly it was also the one thing that Steve resolutely refused to receive.

Two Bloody Marys, three cigarettes and a joint later Brian was no nearer figuring it out so decided it was time to call in an expert.

He picked up the phone and dialed the number of one of the few other straight musicians he knew.

The telephone at the other end rung once, twice, eight times before it was picked up and an extremely annoyed voice demanded, ‘What?’

Oh well at least he hadn’t been asleep.

Brian glanced at the clock and shrugged. What was a few hours time difference between friends?

‘Dannnnnnnnnnyyyyyy…’