Under the Mistletoe

December 1, 2019

☀️= Sol
🏋🏼‍♂️ = Alex
😈 = Byron
💕 = Lachlan

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Heart = Owned
4:32AM

Hubba Hubba🏋🏼‍♂️
Good Morning, my loves (well two of you). Just a heads up that it's snowing so dress warm. I'll see you tonight x

Sunshine☀️
You're awake early
Going to work on a Sunday?

Hubba Hubba🏋🏼‍♂️
Yeah. We're behind on deliveries. It'll be a big day. But hey, that's Christmas. Byron's heading to work today too for the same reason.
How's France?

Sunshine☀️
It's good
A bit chilly
I miss you guys

Bye Bish😈
not that i dont just love the shit out of u both but if u don't shut up and use a different chat i'll kill u 🔪🔥💀

Sunshine☀️
Okay babe, sleep well

Hubba Hubba🏋🏼‍♂️
It's called Do Not Disturb. 💀

Bye Bish😈
🔪🔪🔪

Sol & Alex
5:45AM

Strong☀️
Leave him be
Have a good day
Maybe we can FaceTime tonight?

Stronger🏋🏼‍♂️
Sounds good. I'll text you when I get home to see where you're at x

Strong☀️
😘 Xx

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Byron pushes his head beneath the blankets when his phone finally stops buzzing. But sleep doesn't come back to him.

It's a tad frustrating. It isn't even 6AM yet. But he supposes those are the cons of living with people who all have wildly different work schedules.

Huffing, he pushes blankets away and sits upright, thankful for the plush slippers Alex leaves by the bed. Digging his feet into their warmth, he grabs a dressing gown and waddles to the thermostat.

What the fuck—

Byron purses his lips and pumps more heat into the small home. He isn't built like the others - he actually feels the cold.

He curls the gown tighter around his shoulders and goes back to bed, snuggling beneath the blankets until he finds another warm body.

Lachlan doesn't budge as Byron wraps himself around his youngest boyfriend. He's like a living heater, in the colder seasons Byron is forever thankful. They lay together for a while, until Bryon's alarm starts to chime.

Byron groans, wanting nothing more than to switch off the loud noise and snuggle closer to his love.

"Do you have to go?" Lachlan whispers as Byron slips from the warmth, snatching his phone up to shut the noise off. 6:30AM. He really doesn't want to go to work in half an hour.

"I thought you were asleep," Byron accuses, pouncing on the lump beneath the blankets.

Lachlan doesn't respond, but his dark hair pokes out at the top of the blankets a second later. His bright blue eyes catch Byron's, and his breath disappears as he's jumped on again.

"I have to go, but I'll be home early." Byron says, pressing a sloppy kiss to Lachlan's cheek. "Go back to sleep. There's no need for us to both suffer."

Lachlan doesn't listen, and follows behind Byron as he disappears into the bathroom.

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