by Tara Simon
“I love you so much,” Lee whispered against his lips, breathy little whimpers following his words.
Claiming his lips again, Kris shifted, lifting Lee’s hips higher so that he came into contact with his prostate on every thrust. “I love you, too.”
He watched Lee start to fall apart beneath him, gasping and whispering Kris’s name like it was a prayer.
“I’m gonna come,” Lee warned, biting into Kris’s shoulder to muffle a groan, head falling back a moment later. “Shit, Kris, I’m gonna come soon.”
“Then let go. Come for me, Liam.” Kris captured his lips again, stroking Lee’s cock faster now, twisting his wrist at the top and sliding his thumb along the slit.
Lee came hard, moaning long and low as the orgasm rolled through him, Kris stroking him through it. The way he tensed and spasmed around Kris’s cock brought him over the edge as well, and with one last deep thrust, he also found his release.
Still seated inside, Kris collapsed on top of Lee, wrapping his arms around him and nuzzling into his neck.
“That was amazing,” Lee murmured, lips close to Kris’s ear.
Kris lifted his head, kissing Lee again before dropping back down. " You are amazing.”
“And you’re a sap.” Lee laughed. “Punk.”
“Jerk.”
“I love you.”
“I love you more.”
/
Chapter 6: Christmas
Kris woke up to the warm feel of Lee pressing his lips to his cheek, and turned, kissing him properly even though he was still half asleep.
“Mornin’ lover.” Lee smiled against his lips. “Merry Christmas.”
“Mm, merry Christmas.” Kris grinned back, reaching up to rub the sleep out of his eyes. “What time is it?”
Lee leaned over Kris to grab his phone from the bedside table. “Ugh. Six-thirty.”
Kris groaned. “What time are we opening presents again?” He asked, voice muffled as he pressed his face into Lee’s neck.
“Not until 8.”
“And breakfast won’t be until after that, right?”
“Yeah.”
Rolling over so he was on top of Lee, Kris smirked down at him. “So that means we have some time to kill before we have to go downstairs.”
“Oh no, nuh-uh.” Lee shook his head. “If we start something right now, I can assure you that we won’t be down in time to open presents.”
“Well, if that’s the case, then I’m gonna go have a shower.” Kris rolled out of bed, searching through their clean washing for fresh clothes.
Lee nodded. “Okay.”
Kris paused with a pair of jeans in hand. “You can join me, if you want.”
“Is that so?” Lee raised an eyebrow.
“Yup.” Kris grinned, going back to the bed and attempting to pull the brunette out. “Come on, I promise to be good.”
“Fine. But only ‘cause I need a shower too.”
Lee grabbed a handful of clothes at random and followed Kris down the hall to the bathroom they had to share with Rebecca. Winifred and George had their own, at least, but knowing his little sister used the same one as him made Lee not want to defile it. They stripped out their clothes and got in the shower, Kris immediately wrapping his arms around Lee and drawing him in or a searing kiss.
“I promised I’d be good and I plan on sticking to that promise.” He said once he’d pulled away, resting his forehead against Lee’s. “But that doesn’t mean I don’t wanna kiss you.”
“Well, if that’s all you wanna do, than I’m not gonna stop you.” Lee pulled Kris’s lips back to his own, smiling against his mouth as the water cascaded down over them.
They lathered each other up with body wash, then used the detachable shower head to rinse each other off one at a time. Kris’s hands wandered dangerously close to Lee’s cock, but he stayed true to his word and didn’t let it get any further. He did insist on pressing Lee against the cold tiles and making out at one point, though Lee certainly wasn’t complaining about that.
He would be happy to simply kiss Kris for the rest of his life
It was just after seven by the time they got out of the shower, dried, and dressed, so they cuddled in bed for a while, stealing kisses whenever they could. Heading downstairs ten minutes to eight, they found Winifred and George in the sitting room with steaming cups of coffee. Lee sat down by the fire while Kris headed to the kitchen, using hot chocolate mix with the coffee to make them both mochas.
“Thanks,” Lee said, smiling and kissing Kris quickly when he returned with the warm drink.
Kris curled up against Lee’s side, snuggling in as they drank their coffees and waited for Rebecca to come downstairs. She did at eight on the dot, scrubbing a hand down her face and looking the worse for wear.
“Bad sleep?” Winifred asked, while George headed into the kitchen to quickly pour her a cup of coffee from the pot.
“Uh, yeah.” Rebecca yawned, falling into one of the chairs. “I was too excited to sleep, so I just kept tossing and turning all night. Thanks.” She immediately gulped down the coffee when her dad handed it to her, sighing happily.
Lee grinned, remembering when he used to be like that. When he was a kid, he’d barely get a few hours sleep before Christmas, too excited to go to bed and eager to open presents as early as possible that morning. Rebecca had never grown out of that stage, though.
“Okay, presents!” Winifred placed her finished coffee on a side table and hopped down from her seat to kneel by the presents. “Lee, we have a matching present for you and Kris. Open that first!”
She pushed a box towards them, so they put down their drinks and grabbed it, opening it together.
Inside were two over-sized Christmas sweaters, both horribly ugly.
“Oh, this one is definitely mine!” Kris excitedly grabbed the green one with a cartoon Santa on it, his beard made with strings of white wool that hung loose, and a red felt hat.
Lee got the red one with a Christmas tree on it, actual gold tinsel sewn on for decoration and a glittery gold star at the top. “Holy shit, this is the ugliest sweater I’ve ever seen. I love it.” Winifred and George turned to each other and grinned.
* * *
A couple of hours later, they had all opened their presents and had breakfast, Kris and Lee wearing their ugly sweaters and lounging around with Rebecca. Lee had gotten Kris a new sketchbook and some charcoal, so he christened it with a sketch of the gingerbread house they’d made the day before, which was sitting on the coffee table. When lunchtime rolled around they started nibbling on it, along with some cheese and crackers, forgoing a proper lunch to save room or what they knew would be a huge dinner. Winifred and George started cooking it just before midday, both of them taking time and pride with the meal.
Lee and Kris’s phone started going off with multiple notifications from a group chat.
Sam (2:14pm)
Merry Christmas!
Attached was a selfie of him wearing a goofy Santa hat. They could see his many family members in the room behind him, gathered around the fireplace.
Sam (2:14pm)
Merry Christmas from me and Pete!
Sam (2:15pm)
Apparently I woke him up too early, so he’s having a nap
Sam (2:15pm)
Old Man
She sent a picture as well, of Pete sprawled out on the floor by their tree, drooling a little.
Sam (2:16pm)
I’m not surprised
Sam (2:18pm)
Hey, Kris and Lee, you guys there???
Sam (2:18pm)
They’re probably making out
Sam (2:19pm)
Why would they be making out? They said they were faking the whole thing
Samantha attached the picture that Kris and Lee had sent the other day of them kissing with the stupid elf hats.
Sam (2:21pm)
OMG
Sam (2:21pm)
They’re really taking the whole thing so srsly
Sam (2:21pm)
Too convincing imo
Sam (2:22pm)
Agreed
Kris and Lee looked up from their phones to roll their eyes at each other, both thinking if only they knew. Part of Lee thought that maybe he should just straight up say they had sex the night before, and that they were in love, just to see their reactions. But then he figured it’d be more fun to do so in person. Besides, he and Kris had decided to be together even after they went home, but they hadn’t actually discussed how they were going to break the news to their friend.
Kris (2:24pm)
Sorry, was busy eating and sketching
Kris (2:24pm)
Merry Christmas!
Lee quickly snapped a photo of the demolished gingerbread house, getting his sister in the background as she too texted someone, and attached it to his message.
Lee (2:26pm)
Merry Christmas, seems like you guys are having fun
Lee (2:27pm)
If you wanna see us make out, all you have to do is ask
Lee (2:27pm)
But not right now, I ate too much and have decided not to move until dinner
Sam (2:28pm)
You’re an idiot
Sam (2:28pm)
I DO NOT WANNA SEE Y’ALL MAKE OUT
Kris (2:29pm)
We love you guys too
* * *
Lee was (thankfully) hungry again by the time dinner was ready, and they all headed to the dining room to see the feast that awaited them. Winifred and George never failed to go all out or Christmas dinner. There was a full turkey and large leg of ham, potatoes, endless roast veggies, two different salads, gravy, and cranberry sauce. George gave Kris and Lee a beer each, while Rebecca and Winifred shared some wine.
By the time they moved to the lounge room and put Home Alone on, Kris and Lee were already tipsy from several beers, but then Winifred gave everyone eggnog spiked with brandy and they couldn’t say no. It wasn’t long before they’d had enough to get completely drunk, their laughter a little too loud at the movie’s slapstick comedy.
“I think you boys need to go to bed soon,” Winifred said, shaking her head but smiling. “Not without some water first, though.”
“Oh, c’mon ma, y’know it’s a good Christmas when ya wake up with a hangover.” Lee laughed, nuzzling into Kris’s shoulder.
Winifred rolled her eyes. “Well, I’m off to bed, with the knowledge that my Christmas was good even if I’m not hungover tomorrow.”
“Night boys, night Becks,” George said, nodding at them before heading off behind his wife.
Rebecca resumed playing on her phone once Winifred and George were gone, trying to ignore the fact that Kris and Lee were now drunkenly making out.
“Okay, you two really do need to go to bed,” she groaned. Poor Rebecca. She’d had to put up with her brother and Kris making out in front of her for the whole damn week. She was actually looking forward to them leaving by that point.
“Fiiiiine,” Lee and Kris whined, clumsily getting to their feet and stumbling up the stairs.
Once in their room, Kris was sure to quickly let Lee know just what he wanted. He pushed him onto the bed and climbed on top, attacking him with sloppy kisses and scrabbling at his clothes. Lee helped him strip him off, removing Kris’s clothes in the process, then stifled a moan as Kris went straight for his cock. It wasn’t the best blow job ever, but they were both drunk and horny and it felt like heaven anyway.
“God, Kris, I want you to fuck me.” Lee gasped, feeling a spit-slick finger circling his hole.
“Fuck yes,” Kris replied, wasting no time in getting Lee opened up and ready for him.
While he grabbed a condom and the lube, Lee got on his hands and knees, waving his ass in the air to tease Kris. It worked. Kris groaned, leaning forward to nip at one of his cheeks before lining up at his entrance. Lee pushed back a little, needing to feel Kris inside him, filling him up. Kris inched in, thrusting deep and slow once he’d made it all the way in, before speeding things up. It wasn’t long before he was slamming into him, hard and rough.
Lee used one arm to brace himself, the other reaching down to stroke his own cock as Kris fucked into him relentlessly. Gone was the romance from the night before, but he’d be lying if he said this sex wasn’t good too. Lee loved having drunk sex. It wasn’t as great when he was sober, he’ll admit, but it was damn fun all the same. Kris wrapped an arm around Lee’s waist and dragged him up until his back was flush with Kris’s chest, not once stalling in his thrusts.
He helped jerk Lee off, licking and biting at his neck as the pleasure built. He could feel his orgasm was close, and knew Lee’s was too, by the way his body started to tense against him.
Lee claimed his lips as he came, semen shooting across the bed and soiling their sheets. Kris stroked him through it, continuing to pound into him until he was brought to his own release.
Kris eventually pulled out, disposing of the condom before helping Lee change their sheets. They may have been drunk, but neither of them particularly wanted to sleep in come. It took them a while to put on the fresh bedding, mostly struggling with the fitted sheet, but they got there eventually. Both were worn out by the sex, and fell asleep almost immediately.
Lee’s last thought was of how great his Christmas had been, and of how great it was that Kris was there with him.
Kris thought he was the luckiest guy in the world.
Chapter 7: The Sketch
It was safe to say Kris and Lee were hungover the next morning. Not the worst one they’d ever had, not even close, but it was enough that they’d decided to forgo breakfast for some more sleep instead. They eventually woke up sometime around noon, headaches mostly gone and only feeling a little queasy. Lee had thrown on some sweats and a hoodie, then headed downstairs to grab them some water and snacks.
“You’re a life saver,” Kris praised, pulling Lee into his side once he’d drained half a bottle of water. He slid his hands under Lee’s sweater, inching it up. “But you’re wearing too many clothes.”
“You’re right.” Lee grinned, quickly disposing of them so he was just as naked as Kris.
They cuddled into each other, sipping at the water and mindlessly nibbling on the crackers Lee had brought up. Eventually their hangovers receded, and their snuggling developed into lazy afternoon sex. Both were completely aware of their inability to keep their hands off each other. It started with the kisses, making out in front of Rebecca to make her uncomfortable, and simply because they enjoyed it. Enjoyed it so much that they continued making out and stealing kisses even when they were alone. And after that night when they’d finally given in to their desire, it was like they were insatiable.
