Perfect Christmas [2016 Edition]

1. Blaire

Dedicated to @randomsweetstuff for slaying in the Fiction Awards and for being an active participant of the Dia-Hards Facebook group. Always looking forward to your posts (:

[ B L A I R E ]

"Yes, yes, yes!"

    "Fuck, right there! Yes, right there!"

    "Yes, yes! Oh god, yes!"

    "Fuuuuuck... fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck—"

    "Oh shit, I'm gonna... I'm gonna—

    —Win! Yes!" I cry out with unfathomable joy as my avatar, Mario, with his little red go-kart, crosses the finish line in the game. I shoot up from the couch and high-five Eden, who has been rooting for me ever since the beginning of the game.

    "Fuck!" Jax slams his controller on the coffee table and another string of curse words leaves him, along with an angry and defeated huff of breath.

    He casts me an annoyed glance at both me and Eden as the both of us stick our tongues out at him.

    Hah. Fucking loser.

    I've been trying to get the better of my boyfriend for months now, ever since we got the damn game. He's surprisingly really good at it, despite the fact that I spend more time on the console than he does. But finally, finally, I've managed to kick him out of the scoreboard today.

    "Oh yeah! We won, that's right! You're the loser!" Eden sing-songs as he prances around the couch, mocking Jax. My boyfriend merely rolls his eyes in annoyance.

    "I let you guys win," he says, folding his arms across his broad chest. Damn, his body does look good in that tight shirt I got for him. Honestly, it was more of a gift for me than it was for him. During the minimal occasions where he has to wear a shirt, I make him wear this one. But when it's just us two in the mansion, no clothing is required of him. Besides, he usually walks around the place half-naked anyway, even with or without me telling him to do so. "I haven't been practicing as much—"

    "Oh, excuses," I seat myself back down on the couch. "If you're gonna be a loser, don't be such a baby over it. That's not very hot, you know."

    Jax still isn't having any of it. "I should have taken off my shirt to distract you. Maybe I'll win then."

    "Then, I would have taken off my shirt too," I tell him. "And more, if necessary." I wink at Jax and he groans.

    "Please don't," Eden cries from behind us. "I wouldn't be able to get that image out of my head. It would have scarred me for life."

    "Just kidding, alligator," I reassure him, laughing it off as a joke. Eden rolls his eyes and disappears into the kitchen, grabbing more cinnamon rolls. He loves that stuff but I really shouldn't have gotten him so much. I wouldn't want to be responsible for spiking up his sugar levels. Laura would slaughter me.

    I turn my gaze unto Jax. He's really upset over not winning this game. I smile to myself. I know exactly how to make him feel better. When Eden is out of ear-shot, I whisper to Jax seductively, clutching unto his arm, "When my brother's gone, we're totally playing gonna naked Mario-Kart."

    Jax's kohl eyes immediately lights up and he shoots off the couch and heads straight for Eden "Alright, Eden! Time to go! Buh-bye! We'll see you next week—"

    I laugh as Eden attempts to wrestle himself away from Jax's grasp. The both of them end up running around the kitchen. Eden is fast, but Jax is faster. He catches Eden in his arms; Eden squirms but Jax merely chuckles and plants a few wet kisses all over my brother's face.