Under the Mistletoe

December 16, 2019

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

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Ri-Ri💁🏻‍♀️
2:34AM
at school we're writing letters to santa
(lame ik)
but.... i wrote one to dad instead?
and then i thought
he's dead, he won't even get to read it
so i wrote another one to u

Lachi-Mochi😎
5:04AM
you're sweet ri
and dad absolutely will read it
don't ever doubt that
i'll read it too if you want
unless youre too embarrassed

Ri-Ri💁🏻‍♀️
6:56AM
me? embarrassed? never
i'll get mum to drop it in your letterbox on the way to work
just... it IS a letter to santa, technically
(bc they got graded???!)
but mostly to you
anyway school bus awaits so
ily a bily xxxx

Lachi-Mochi😎
7:12AM
have a good day❤️

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"I hope you slept," Byron says as he rolls over, draping an arm across Lachlan's waist.

"I woke up at five when Alex left, but then fell back asleep until seven," Lachlan murmurs, setting his phone down.

"I guess that's acceptable," Byron hums, playing with the buttons of Lachlan's pyjama shirt.

"You guess?"

Byron grins, slipping a couple buttons undone before cupping Lachlan's face. He brushes his lips against Lachlan's, making him shiver. While a couple of days ago the thought of sex repulsed Lachlan, now there's nothing more he wants to do. Byron arches a brow as Lachlan rolls his hips upward, cock hardening.

"Feeling a bit needy, angel?"

Lachlan doesn't reply, feeling his cheeks burn as he leans up to catch Byron's mouth. Right now he wants to feel Byron deep. Deep enough to forget.

He wants to forget the damn, stupid contract he signed. He wants to forget Sol's disappointment. He wants to forget the ache in his chest as he watches said-man over Byron's shoulder, reading.

Sol always looks sophisticated when he reads. His glasses perched on his nose, blonde curls pushed back from his face, pyjama shirt opened at the collar to show golden skin dipping low.

Lachlan shivers again, tearing his gaze from Sol to Byron who straddles him. Lachlan isn't upset that Sol is ignoring them. That's not unordinary for the man, not when he's reading.

But after yesterday it hurts. Lachlan wants nothing more than for Sol to lean over and kiss him, to remind him he's loved. To maybe hold him close and tight.

Sol doesn't do or say anything, though. Lachlan wonders if he's really able to ignore him when he's staring holes into Sol's face. Apparently he can.

Byron finds Lachlan's neck, nibbling down to his collarbone. Lachlan fights back a gasp, fingers slipping into Byron's hair. He tugs as Byron sucks bruises onto his skin, and turns his attention to the ceiling.

"I've got you, angel," Byron whispers, fingers pulling at the drawstring of Lachlan's pants. He takes Lachlan in hand, squeezing the base and encouraging him to thrust upward.