Under the Mistletoe

December 14, 2019

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

~•~

Heart = Owned
6:44AM

Bye Bish😈
ummm
@ Hubba Hubba🏋🏼‍♂️ where tf are you ????
@ a whole bb💕 u too omg
ditched
@ Sunshine☀️ we been ditched

Hubba Hubba🏋🏼‍♂️
Byron, if you left the bedroom, you'd find us on the couch.

Bye Bish😈
fk that u think i'm leaving this warm cocoon for u????
nah bish

a whole bb💕
for me ?

Bye Bish😈
be there in ten seconds my beautiful lil angel xxxxx

Hubba Hubba🏋🏼‍♂️
What a whipped bitch

Bye Bish😈
shut
sol's still asleep anyway so
i'm comin for ya

~•~

Byron finds the two of them sitting on the couch, Lachlan pressed tight against Alex's side as he nibbles on a bowl of berries. The two of them are still in their sleep wear, with a blanket tucked around their shoulders.

Byron crawls onto the couch beside Lachlan, pulling the blanket up so he can slip in. Lachlan smiles at him and offers the bowl, but Byron pulls a face and shakes his head.

"I can't believe you're eating fruit and not any of the delicious cereal we have."

Lachlan doesn't say anything in response, only rests his head on Byron's shoulder. It's not strange for him to be silent, Byron reminds himself. But he can't help glancing at Alex, quirking an eyebrow.

Alex does his best to shrug without jostling Lachlan, and Byron leaves it at that. The three of them stay on the couch for a couple of hours, silently flicking through cartoons and news channels. At just past 8AM, Sol walks down the hallway.

"Nobody thought to wake me?" He asks, settling on the couch beside Byron.

"I couldn't possibly wake sleeping beauty. I might be a Prince but I'm not your Prince," Byron says with a shake of his head. Despite his words, he grabs Sol's hand and brings it to his lips.

"Oh?" Sol arches a brow and Byron grins up at him.

"I'm your Queen. Lachlan is our Princess and Alex is the Prince." Byron blows a kiss into Sol's face, ignoring the surprised exclamations from his other lovers.

"I'm the King, excuse me," Alex grumbles, and Byron watches as Sol's face lightens in amusement. "Sol, you're the Queen."

"I'm the Queen," Byron snaps, turning to glare at Alex. The man meets his eye in stride, smirking. Between them, Lachlan picks at the last berry in the bowl.

"You're both brats," Sol says, voice close to Byron's ear. But he barely hears it, locked in a staring match with Alex.

It's broken by Lachlan yawning between them, turning around to throw his legs across Byron's lap and lean heavily against Alex.

"Stop staring at each other like peasants and give your real Queen a massage."

Byron's jaw drops, as does Alex's. Byron doesn't know where to look. Lachlan grins at him.

"That's my baby," Sol breaks the silence with a whisper, followed closely by a chuckle. "You two better give him what he deserves."

"A spanking?" Alex mutters under his breath and Byron snorts as Lachlan's face drops and goes beet red. Alex grins and rubs his hands against Lachlan's shoulders. "I'm joking, sweetie."