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atehimrightup) wrote2025-12-23 02:15 pm
atehimrightup) wrote2025-12-23 02:15 pm
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For perhaps the first time in his life, Lee is looking forward to Christmas.
It was never really anything he paid much attention to before. If anything, all the garish decorations and twinkling lights annoyed him. Or maybe he told himself that's what it was, because seeing all the happy families and loving couples pressed in on some bruised part of his heart that ached with the desire to know what it felt like to be loved like that.
And now, by some miracle, he is.
This is the second Christmas that he's known George, but the first one doesn't really count. That was back when they were still pretending that their whole arrangement was casual, and fuckbuddies didn't really spend the holidays together. This year is different. Lee finds himself delighted to explain all the strange rituals of a modern Christmas to George, who seems fascinated and perturbed in equal measure.
They decorated a tree that Lee had determinedly gone out and chopped down, wanting to have the whole experience. The thing is kind of a mess of tinsel and twinkling lights, limbs weighed down with baubles he found at the thrift store. but it's also the best looking Christmas tree he's ever seen. Because it's theirs.
Now it's Christmas Eve and Lee has made a hearty roast for dinner, and a large batch of heavily spiked eggnog. They're curled up together on the sofa with an old Christmas movie playing on TV. George is a little tipsy, just enough for him to be loose-limbed and pink-cheeked, and Lee smiles as he presses a kiss to the crown of his head.
"So, are you ready for Santa to come down your chimney?" Lee teases, smiling at his own joke and pressing another kiss to George's hairline, one hand coming up to gently cradle his chin. “Don’t fall asleep on me just yet, sweetheart.”
It was never really anything he paid much attention to before. If anything, all the garish decorations and twinkling lights annoyed him. Or maybe he told himself that's what it was, because seeing all the happy families and loving couples pressed in on some bruised part of his heart that ached with the desire to know what it felt like to be loved like that.
And now, by some miracle, he is.
This is the second Christmas that he's known George, but the first one doesn't really count. That was back when they were still pretending that their whole arrangement was casual, and fuckbuddies didn't really spend the holidays together. This year is different. Lee finds himself delighted to explain all the strange rituals of a modern Christmas to George, who seems fascinated and perturbed in equal measure.
They decorated a tree that Lee had determinedly gone out and chopped down, wanting to have the whole experience. The thing is kind of a mess of tinsel and twinkling lights, limbs weighed down with baubles he found at the thrift store. but it's also the best looking Christmas tree he's ever seen. Because it's theirs.
Now it's Christmas Eve and Lee has made a hearty roast for dinner, and a large batch of heavily spiked eggnog. They're curled up together on the sofa with an old Christmas movie playing on TV. George is a little tipsy, just enough for him to be loose-limbed and pink-cheeked, and Lee smiles as he presses a kiss to the crown of his head.
"So, are you ready for Santa to come down your chimney?" Lee teases, smiling at his own joke and pressing another kiss to George's hairline, one hand coming up to gently cradle his chin. “Don’t fall asleep on me just yet, sweetheart.”
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He's only just come and arousal still floods through him, at the sound of Lee's voice and the tap of Lee's cock against his lips. He opens his mouth without hesitation, sticking out his tongue to guide Lee's cock as he lifts his head slightly to take him into his mouth.
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“It’s all mine,” he says as if he’s really just realizing it, eyes dark and awed as he rocks his hips, sinking into George’s mouth as deep as he dares at the awkward angle. George’s eyes shine, unshed tears clumping in his lashes as he stares up with Lee with such devotion in his eyes. And not only that, but such trust.
It’s something he’s never really known, never even knew how to articulate it, but this is what he’s always wanted. To trust, and to be trusted in return.
“I love you so fucking much. I’ll take care of you, keep you safe,” Lee babbles, too close to the edge to try and filter his thoughts. “Oh God, George. You’re everything.”
He comes on the last word and it turns into a strangled moan as he spurts onto George’s tongue, one hand twisted in George’s hair and the other clutching the headboard.