Under the Mistletoe

December 19, 2019

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

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Byron & Lachlan
2:34AM

Demon Boi😈
i'm proud of you, angel
we all are
even when we fight, argue, get mad, upset
we're all proud
even when you don't get the score you want
a number doesn't define your value
trust that you just HAVE value
you're valuable, worthy, beautiful
i'll remind you on the days you forget
you're so good, angel
i love you

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Lachlan bites his lip, rereading Byron's messages as he locks up the bar. The back of his eyes sting as he walks to his car, tucking his phone away. He drives home fast, wanting to curl up beside Byron as soon as possible.

We're all proud.

Lachlan holds his breath to stop himself crying. He takes a couple seconds to compose himself in the driveway before heading inside. Lachlan strips in the bathroom, kicking his work clothes into the laundry hamper and snatching up his pyjamas folded on the vanity.

Byron's awake, scrolling on his phone. Lachlan startles at the bedroom door to see him, and Byron lifts his head and offers a blinding smile, illuminated by the brightness from his screen.

"I-I didn't expect you--"

"To be awake?" Byron pitches his voice low to not disturb Sol and Alex beside him. Lachlan closes the bedroom door and creeps around the bed to where Byron creates a space for Lachlan. His arms wrap around Lachlan as soon as he's beneath the blankets. "I wanted to see you."

"You didn't have to," Lachlan murmurs, pressing his face to Byron's chest. The purple-haired man responds by burrowing his face into Lachlan's hair, inhaling deeply.

"I wanted to. How was work?"

"Fine, easy. I got a big tip from an American man."

"Oh?"

"Said I swayed my hips just right," Lachlan mutters, shuddering as he remembers the man's voice in his ear, tucking a fifty into the waistband of his pants. Around him, Byron tenses. Lachlan hurries to kiss his chest, "it's okay, By. He disappeared after that."

"I don't like men touching you or objectifying you like that," Byron growls and Lachlan shudders for a whole other reason, pressing closer to the man. He tangles their feet, kissing up Byron's neck.

"I don't, either. They treat the women worse, though. It's when I stick up for them that they turn on me," Lachlan finishes his sentence with a sour taste in his mouth. He stops kissing Byron to frown. "Maybe I need a new job."

"I think so," Byron agrees, and when Lachlan looks at the man, barely able to see his face in the darkness, he catches a similar frown. "We'll look into that in the new year, okay?"

"Okay," Lachlan murmurs, dropping his head onto the pillow beside Byron's. He falls asleep like that, watching one of the men he loves.

He feels like he's barely slept a wink when there's a hand on his shoulder and lips to his temple. Blinking blearily at the smell of bacon, Lachlan lifts his head. He squints into the sunlight that filters through the curtains and beside him Byron groans as he's woken, too.

"It's too early," Byron groans, rolling away and taking the blanket with him. Lachlan, still blinking the sleep from his eyes, peers up at the man sitting on the edge of the bed beside him.

"It's ten forty-five," Alex says with a shake of his head. He's holding a tray with the nice-smelling food and two steaming mugs. Sol stands at the foot of the bed, reaching for the blankets covering Byron. As soon as they're removed, Byron groans and rolls back towards Lachlan.