Ginger stared blankly at the carousel, waiting for the airport to spit out his luggage. He was dead tired and very jetlagged. Travelling from Paris to Los Angeles could do that to a person.

It was the Christmas holidays, and the band was taking a break from their world tour. They would recommence on New Year's Eve in Las Vegas, where Ginger would reunite with them, as he had planned to spend the holidays with his parents in Vegas until the show. But before he could do all that, Ginger needed to get home and recharge. If only his stupid luggage would hurry the fuck up.

"There's mine," John said out of nowhere. He and Ginger had been waiting for their luggage together. The rest of the band had gotten theirs earlier and were probably halfway home by now. Lucky bastards. John swooped in and claimed his large bag, hoisting the strap over his shoulder with a grunt. Then he shifted his attention to Ginger and nodded. "Well, I'm off then."

"Okay, see you," Ginger mumbled, and added, "Have a Merry Christmas."

John smiled the most lovely smile Ginger had ever seen. Then he leaned in and kissed him on the cheek, quick and sweet, and Ginger's brain short-circuited.

"Have a Merry Christmas to you too, Kenny," John said, smiling again. "See you in Vegas."

Then he turned around and left.

Ginger remained where he stood like an idiot. The people who passed him surely thought he was, but he didn't care. All he cared about was what John did.

He called him Kenny. John called him by his given name rather than his stage name like he usually did, something he'd never done before. It was strange, but at the same time, it was sweet. And then there was the kiss. It was so innocent, like two kids in a playground, but it held affection that only one would give to someone special, and it made Ginger giddy with joy.

Once Ginger had his luggage, he left the airport with a spring in his step and a goofy smile on his face.