Under the Mistletoe

December 22, 2019

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

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Least Favourite Son👿👎🏼😠.
9:45AM
leaving home now
we'll stop somewhere for lunch
be at yours by 4ish

Mummy👑
9:53AM
Okay darling
Excited to see you xo

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"Hurry up," Byron whines as he packs their shared suitcase into the back of Lachlan's car. "And, no offence, but why are we taking Lachlan's car? Sol, yours runs better."

"Because mine is due for a service. It's called safety." Sol opens the back door as Lachlan and Alex come out of the house, bags of gifts in their hands. "Get in the car."

"I call shotgun," Byron says, bouncing around the car to snatch the passenger door open. Sol raises an eyebrow, and Byron grins. "The passenger chooses the music in Lachie's car, Sol. It would be best to educate yourself on Lachlan's habits before you— what the fuck?"

Byron startles as something akin to a bush brushes the top of his head. He glances up, surprised to see mistletoe hanging precariously by a pin.

"What?" Sol ducks down beside Byron as Alex slips into the backseat and Lachlan climbs into the front. Byron ignores the man as he stares at Lachlan, who smiles sheepishly at him.

"I thought it would be a surprise," Lachlan whispers, leaning slightly closer to Byron.

Byron rolls his eyes feeling nothing but affection and love for the younger man. He surges forward, as rules of mistletoe apply, and kisses Lachlan. The blue-eyed man sighs into the kiss, bringing his fingers up to cup the back of Byron's head and help deepen the touch.

"What is it?" Sol asks again, and from the backseat Alex laughs and encourages him to get in the car.

Byron doesn't look up from Lachlan as he bites into his lower lip. Lachlan whines, hands scrambling for Byron's thighs as Byron presses forward, desperate to deepen their touch.

"I still don't— oh, baby." The car rocks as Sol slides in, closing the door. Lachlan pulls away from Byron, a trail of saliva connecting them.

"You told me to find somewhere special..." Lachlan wipes at his mouth, cheeks burning. Byron leans back in his seat with a grin. The look Sol and Lachlan share is heated, and Byron feels a similar heat coil in his gut. Lachlan abruptly moves, leaning towards the backseat to kiss Sol.

"Excuse me but the mistletoe isn't above you Sol so you aren't allowed to kiss him," Byron insists, reaching for Lachlan's shoulder to pull him back. Lachlan scowls, shrugging out of Byron's touch. Byron laughs and pushes him firmly into his seat. "Come on, angel. We'll swap seats around when we stop for lunch."

"Fine," Lachlan huffs, buckling his seatbelt. Byron watches him with a smile, loving the way Lachlan moves and organises himself as he puts the car into reverse.

"Is this why you've been avoiding using your car?" Alex asks as they start driving. Byron doesn't think Lachlan could go any redder, but he stands corrected. Byron's heart swells and he holds himself back from pinching Lachlan's cheeks.

"I suppose," Lachlan mumbles, following the signals of the GPS. Byron grins and reaches for the radio, flicking to the Bluetooth channel.

Con Te Partirò starts playing. Byron throws his head back with a groan and clicks the disconnect button. Beside him Lachlan's lips twitch. It's not that Byron has anything against Andrea Bocelli, but fuck Sol plays this song every time they drive anywhere, and Byron thinks he'll throw himself out of the car if he listens to it again.