Taken by the Mafia ✧⁠*⁠。

Episode 26

Perth woke up slowly, feeling the warmth of Santa’s body nestled against his chest. He smiled to himself, relishing the peaceful moment before carefully shifting out of bed, trying not to wake Santa. As Perth stood, he glanced back at Santa, who was still fast asleep, his face pressed into the pillow, his soft breath even and calm. Perth’s heart swelled with affection. He quietly made his way to the bathroom for a quick shower.

The hot water washed over him, relaxing his muscles and easing some of the tension from the previous day’s events. His thoughts briefly wandered to the fight, the fear that gripped him when he almost lost Santa. But now, Santa was safe, and that was all that mattered. Perth finished his shower, feeling refreshed. He wrapped a towel around his waist and padded back into the room.

Santa was still curled up in the bed, looking even more peaceful than before. Perth smiled to himself as he leaned down and planted a gentle kiss on Santa’s temple. He whispered softly, "Ta, wake up."

Santa stirred, his eyes fluttering open slowly. He blinked up at Perth, still groggy from sleep, but a small smile spread across his lips. Perth watched as Santa stretched lazily, his hand reaching up to rub at his eyes.

"Go take a shower," Perth said with a grin, running a hand through Santa’s tousled hair.

Santa nodded sleepily and started to get up from the bed. He was about to head toward the door when Perth called out, "Where are you going?"

Santa turned, confused for a moment. "I’m going to take a shower, like you said," he replied, still a bit drowsy.

Perth raised an eyebrow, a playful smirk tugging at his lips. "Just take a shower in my room. You can borrow my clothes too."

Santa blinked, then nodded with a shy smile before heading into the bathroom attached to Perth’s room. As Santa disappeared behind the door, Perth pulled out a pair of his own clothes, laying them neatly on the bed for Santa to wear when he was done. Perth sat back on the edge of the bed, waiting for Santa to finish, his thoughts drifting once again to how close they had come to losing each other yesterday.

After a while, the bathroom door creaked open, and Santa stepped out, a towel wrapped loosely around his hips. Perth’s eyes instinctively traveled to Santa’s pale, damp chest, his breath catching slightly at the sight. He swallowed hard, feeling an unexpected wave of desire stir in him.

Santa walked over to the bed, unaware of Perth’s gaze, as he reached for the clothes Perth had laid out. Perth couldn’t help but tease. "I wonder how good your chest would look with some hickeys."

Santa stopped in his tracks, his face flushing a bright red as he turned to glare at Perth, who was grinning mischievously. "You have such a dirty mind, aren’t you, phi Perth?" Santa said, trying to sound annoyed but failing to hide his embarrassment.

Perth chuckled, his eyes still full of playful teasing. "Maybe I am. Want me to prove it?" He raised an eyebrow suggestively.

Santa rolled his eyes, quickly pulling on the shirt Perth had given him. "No. Now stop staring at me like that," he huffed, though a smile tugged at the corner of his lips. Perth laughed softly, enjoying every bit of Santa’s flustered reaction.

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Meanwhile in Jeff's room, the morning had a different vibe. He woke up feeling sore from the wound on his side, the dull ache reminding him of the events that transpired the day before. As he shifted slightly, he felt a weight on his arm and turned his head to see Barcode’s head resting gently against him, the younger man still fast asleep. A soft smile crept onto Jeff’s face as he recalled the kiss they shared last night.