krampus 🌷 tracob

17

Homo Christmas.

Troye's pov

With a boom of my stereo, as the clock hits seven am, I make the house shake.

"Oh, come on!"

"Not this year! Not again!"

"Troye! Turn down the damn music!"

"You'll probably get sweaters, underwear and socks, but what you'd really like for Christmas is a nice hard cock!"

I raise my hands to the ceiling, bouncing in circles and swaying my hands around.

"You deserve a cute boy who's horny and queer, to make the most out of Christmas cheer. I wanna be your Christmas present, I wanna be your Christmas queer. I wanna be your Christmas present. Have a homo Christmas this year!"

"Turn it off!" Sage squawks.

I simply ignore them, knowing I'll have to get them up some way or another. They aren't even the ones that were up all night getting fucked!

With a slam of my door, Steele runs down my stairs, passed me, and to my speaker. He pauses it and turns around to see me pouting.

"I love you, I do, but that song has got to go. If we're gonna wake up the neighbourhood with obnoxious music, we're gonna do it right." He sticks a proclaiming finger up in the air, making me raise my brows in surprise.

"Really?" I ask like an excited little boy.

He nods, "Mhm, let's get this party started riiiiiight!"

"You're both dead to me!!" Tyde yells. 

...

For Steele, For Tyde, For Sagey, For Tokky

Everyone about took double takes on their eggnog when they saw 'from troye' scribbled over eight gifts. One each for Mum and Dad, two for Tyde, two for Steele, one for Jagga, and even one Sagey. Yes, I actually decided to get my sister a gift, can you believe?

"Alright, let's start with the small gifts. Troye, wanna pass yours out?" Mum offers.

I shake my head, "No, mine last."

"Okay, Troye's last. Noted." She sasses.

With a hand curled in my thigh, I immediately whip my head to the right.

"Good morning." He just barely whispers, rubbing my thigh and moving his hand up off of my lap.

I look down and can't help the sneaky smile that finds its way to my lips, "G'morning."

"What did you say, Troye?" Mum asks, pushing gifts towards me.

I look up, "Oh- uh, 'm horny!"

I receive some odd looks, alas, everyone is used to it and shrugs it off. It is a bit of truth though too. I don't care about what is inside these boxes so carefully wrapped by Mum. I'm just a tad more focused on the bloke next to me. My heart is more focused on him than the wasted dollars spent by my family.