Under the Mistletoe

December 15, 2019

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

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Heart = Owned
9:56AM

Bye Bish😈
wakE thE fuCk up bitches
today's the god damn fucking day
we decorating this bitch

Sunshine☀️
If you wake Lachlan I'll kill you :)

Bye Bish😈
well i ain't letting him sleep tf in on light decorating day??????

a whole bb💕
i'm awake anyway❤️

Hubba Hubba🏋🏼‍♂️
What the fuck?
Do you have your phone under there?!

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Alex pulls back the blankets on the bed where Lachlan's body is sprawled. The sight that greets him, while sweet, is also infuriating.

Lachlan grins sheepishly up at him from beneath the blanket, holding his phone close to his chest. Alex sighs, taking the phone from Lachlan and laying himself across the younger man.

"How long have you been awake?"

"I woke up at half past five, I think," Lachlan yawns. "It's just my body clock, you wake up at five every day even without your alarm."

"But on my days off I sleep-in."

Lachlan pouts beneath Alex, rolling them over so he's on top. They bump against Byron who lays there scrolling Facebook. On Byron's other side Sol sits against the headboard, reading. Both of them look over when Alex and Lachlan roll into Byron. The purple-haired man sets his phone down to cup the back of Lachlan's head.

"You do need to sleep, angel," Byron agrees, earning him a proud smile from Alex and a whine from Lachlan. Byron cuts the whine off by pressing their mouths together. When they draw apart, he rubs his thumb along Lachlan's lower lip. "Sleep. Or, tell us what's going on. This isn't like you. We want to help—"

"You can't help, By," Lachlan whispers, cutting Byron off with a sigh. He sits upright, pushing against Alex's chest to do. "I... I will come to you, but please... Right now, I just need time."

"Time for what?" Sol asks, setting his book down to lean closer to the three of them. "Baby, we don't know what's going on with you. We just want to help."

"I know," Lachlan says, reaching for Sol's hand. "I know, and I want you to, too. But... but I also need to deal with this myself."

"It's killing you, Lachlan."

"It's not."

"It is. How long do you think you can go without sleeping? Without eating?"

"I am sleeping! And eating," he adds, petulant. Alex rolls his eyes, gripping Lachlan's thighs and squeezing gently. Lachlan huffs, rocking his hips against Alex, seemingly trying to block Sol out.

Sol arches a brow, not having it. "Barely."

Lachlan scowls, staring at his hands splayed across Alex's chest. Alex runs his hands up Lachlan's sides until he's cupping Lachlan's face. The younger man doesn't meet his gaze, staring hard at Alex's chest.

"I... Please, just give me another couple of days."

"Fine," Sol says, but there's a tension in his voice that gives Alex goose-bumps.

The four of them don't stay much longer in bed. Byron disappears first and Lachlan follows, pulling the bedroom door shut behind him. Sol glances at Alex then, rolling over to lay by his side.