Under the Mistletoe

December 21, 2019

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

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It's just after 1AM when they drive back home, and nerves fill Lachlan's stomach. He doesn't say anything, doesn't think he could right now. There's a block

They pull in the drive and Lachlan follows Byron with slower steps. He's extremely nervous but not unwilling to try. He's been swatted here and there, he's had a couple spanks land during sex occasionally, but they've never... he's never experienced it like this.

A warm hand envelopes his and Lachlan goes rigid as Alex presses a kiss to the top of his head. The four of them enter the house and head straight for the bedroom. Lachlan almost barks a laugh. No foreplay, then?

"It's going to feel good," Byron says against his ear as he brushes by, crawling onto the bed. Lachlan doesn't reply, just grips Alex's hand tighter. "If it doesn't, sue me."

Lachlan sinks his teeth into his lower lip, allowing Alex to turn him around and undo the buttons on his jeans. Lachlan's fingers tremble as he grips Alex's wrists, but his attention flicks to Byron as the man strips down and climbs atop Sol who's sitting on the bed. Sol's hands grip Byron's waist as they kiss, and watching the tender touch helps soothe Lachlan's anxiety.

"Okay?" Alex asks, pulling Lachlan's jeans down and then his underwear. Lachlan stares into Alex's eyes, losing himself in the security there. If Alex and Byron and Sol say it's okay, say it's going to be fine then Lachlan doesn't have a reason to not trust them.

But he can't deny the nerves twisting in his stomach. He wants it, at least he thinks he does, but he also doesn't. He doesn't want Alex to bring his palm down on him because he's angry or disappointed. He wants it to be only fun.

"Talk to me, baby boy," Alex whispers, tucking Lachlan's hair behind his ear. "Is this okay?" As he speaks, he nods to the bed, where Sol now has Byron across his lap, ass in the air and face buried in the blankets.

The air escapes Lachlan's lungs at the sight. Byron's back arches so beautifully as Sol rests his palm against Byron's ass, and Lachlan feels a whine build at the back of his throat. Alex chuckles, guiding Lachlan to the bed.

"You like the look of that?"

"I-I do," Lachlan whispers, eyes still trained on Byron as Sol brings his hand down firm. Byron gasps, fingers twisting into the blankets as Sol smacks him again, and again. Lachlan's fingers twitch, and he almost reaches out to touch Byron's head, but Alex catches his wrist and pulls him over his lap.

Lachlan finds himself face down sooner than he expected, and the nerves return tenfold. He grips the blankets beneath him as Alex runs a hand down his spine, goosebumps prickle his skin.

It's fine, it's fine, it's fine...

"Ready, sweetheart?"

"I-I—" Lachlan holds his breath as Alex rests his hand against his ass. Everywhere Alex touches is warm. "I think— yes."

There's the click of a cap somewhere and then Byron moans long and low. Lachlan twists to see over his shoulder, but Alex hushes him and presses his head back down.

"Easy, baby boy." Alex whispers, palming Lachlan's ass. "Take a deep breath for me. Good boy, just like that."

Lachlan takes a couple of deep breaths, releasing the tension building in his chest. He barely has a second to brace himself before Alex brings his hand down. It's solid and startling and Lachlan jumps at the impact, biting back a yelp.