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12 Days of XXXmas

Chapter 12: The True Meaning of Christmas

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Day 12: Fluffy, romantic, feelings?

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“This is stupid,” John scoffed. Alex finished straightening the giant green bow on the center of John’s chest.

“You look incredible,” Alex countered. John made another sound in his throat. They were both wearing the same thing, Alex in red, John in green. These giant body bows Alex had found on Asos. Essentially they were a giant strip of fabric that crossed over one shoulder, ran under the opposite arm, met in the back, and slipped between the ass cheeks and legs, in front of the crotch and tied off into a huge bow. They were matching, slutty presents.

“You look good too.” John cocked an eyebrow. “This just seems silly. What’s the point? He’s just going to take them off.”

“My little saltine,” Alex teased, noting John’s pout and body language. “The saltiest saltine in all of salt land. You know Lafayette and his appreciation, his absolute thirst, for a particular aesthetic.”

John rolled his eyes, let Alex collar him without complaint. It was his heavy, black one, with the custom name plate. The special one. The engraved plate read “John. If Found, Return to Lafayette.” Alex had a matching one, engraved with his name and the same instructions. Alex didn’t particularly care to wear a collar, only wore his for very special scenes. He could handle it for a short time, and when he did, it was the special one. Lafayette had given John and Alex the matching collars on their first anniversary, and they were reserved for only the most serious of scenes.

“I know,” John admitted. Sighed again, let Alex spin him around, cuff his hands behind him.

“Sit,” Alex told him, indicating the space under the tree. John shuffled, plopped on his butt and sat criss cross, but Alex shook his head. “No, forget sitting. Kneel. You look much better like that.”

John grumbled under his breath, but did as he was told.

“No frowning, Jack. The alarm and notification are going off in six minutes, it won’t be long.”

“What about you?” John pouted. “Don’t see you cuffed and kneeling.”

“Not yet, gotta finish with you, sweetie.” Before John could respond, he pushed the panel gag past his lips, buckled it behind his hair. Laughed a little at how grumpy John looked behind the gag, but he was running out of time. He had set all three of their phones to go off at midnight exactly, waking Lafayette up and have him wander out here to look for them.

Alex cuffed his own hands in front, wasn’t quite dexterous enough to make it work behind him. Stretched luxuriously out under the tree, lounged in a way he knew looked attractive. He could see John’s eyes on him in the light of the tree.

Midnight. Could hear the insistent alarms on all three of their phones. Some gruff French grumbling, shuffling. The sounds of Laf dragging himself out of bed. Calling for both of them. Wandering out in his red Christmas pajamas, hair messy, no shirt, holding all three iPhones, looking supremely confused.

“Darlings?” he said. “Your phones are going off...oh.” He stopped in his tracks. “Oh, wow.”

John made a muffled sound behind his gag. Alex laughed. “Santa visited,” he said, smile in his voice. “He brought gifts.”

“So he did,” Lafayette said, slight purr. “So he did. And he brought me exactly what I asked for.”

Alex giggled in response, lifted his hips. “You gonna come unwrap them?”

“Heh.” Lafayette stretched, rubbed his eyes, trying to wake up fully. “One moment, mon chou. Let me…” He joined them on the floor, used his wide arm span to sweep the gifts on the floor to the side. Laid down in the cleared spot, both Alex and John practically descending on him as best they could with bound hands and considering the space.

“Careful,” Lafayette warned, especially John who seemed unsteady on his knees. He held up a staying hand, and John, still silenced by the gag, made pleading eyes. “I know. Patience, my little one.” He tapped Alex on the hip, motioned for him to straddle his hips. “Ah, even better!” he exclaimed as he pushed the small bit of ribbon covering his ass aside. Found the base of the plug Alex was wearing. Which meant he was stretched, lubed ready.

Used one hand to work the plug out, enjoying the spaced out look on Alex’s face. Tugged on the ring on the front of the collar. “You are being so strong for me, mon chou, wearing your collar like such a good boy.” Alex grinned down at him, shifted his hips. “I have a challenge for you, if you are game?”

“Always,” Alex answered.

“Ok, step one, which I know you are phenomenal at.” Lafayette smirked, pulled his fantastically hard cock out while he pushed his pants down. Alex smirked right back, sunk down in a smooth motion. “Wonderful. Mon cher?”

John whimpered behind the gag. Eyes wide.

“Come, little one. Right here, over my stomach.”

Looking confused, John straddled Lafayette.

“Lean forward.” Worked the plug out of him too. “Alexander, I am wondering just how prolific your multitasking skills are.”

“On it!” Alex responded, enthusiastic, understanding immediately what Laf wanted him to do. As if reading each other’s minds, Laf adjusted John, pushed him back towards Alex. Alex, pulling himself up, the drag of his hole up on Laf’s dick, lined himself up with John’s puckered hole. Somehow, through the magic of Christmas, managed to push himself into John with Lafayette still inside of him. John, clearly not expecting it, sobbed into his gag.

“Help him, little one,” Lafayette instructed. “Fuck back on him.”

There was a certain gracefulness to it, the unspoken rhythm they established. Lafayette got to lay back, enjoy the sight of his two favorite boys, wrapped up beautifully, giving each other pleasure. Giving him pleasure. Ah, the spirit of giving, the true meaning of Christmas. The wanting look in John’s eyes, his sounds muffled. The utter look of concentration of Alex’s face while he focused on getting Lafayette off, focused on coming himself in John’s ass. Lafayette took pity on John, on that sweet little look on his face, and completed the circuit by wrapping his hand around his dick, pumping in time to Alex’s well aimed thrusts.

Coming like that, one of their orgasms melting into the other, a chain reaction, a completed circle...it was almost too much. Watching the looks on both Alex’s and John’s faces, the pure pleasure, the bliss, the trust, the love there. Tears sprung to Lafayette’s eyes, he had to shiver under them. Wiped his hand absently on his pants, fumbled with cuffs, the gag. Then they were a pile, Alex and John both sensed in Laf the shift in his mood from lust to need, so they fell into warm nest of limbs and hair and warmth. Lips on lips. The quiet of the snow outside. The glow from the tree.

They fell asleep like that, John and Alex still in their matching bows.

***

Alex insisted on playing Santa the next morning, hat askew, handed out presents. Alex insisted they stick to a spending limit each year. Just as well, maybe it was for the better that he not drop $10,700 on the pink gold and steel Cartier watch that caught his eye, his heart hitching thinking about how gorgeous it would look on Lafayette. That and nothing else. Or Alex opening a brand new Macbook and iPad, to replace his older models. Oh well.

Instead, he had created little watercolor pictures, framed them. Small moments from the year. In front of the castle in Magic Kingdom. The seaside town they visited for his birthday weekend. Apple picking in the fall, visiting the shore in the summer, and a quiet moment in home. Six small paintings, watercolors on textured paper, framed in plain black wood. Alex and Lafayette gasped as they unwrapped them. Loved John’s art, loved when he shared it with them. A year in their shared life, laid out in color and ink.

The rest of the gifts were practical, well thought out, unremarkable. Sweaters in cashmere. Socks. Underwear. Gift cards to favorite stores. Gourmet coffee blend for Alex, new sketchbooks for John, a fancy yoga bag for Lafayette. Favorite cologne, new shaving supplies, hair product, lip balm. Gifts purchased for the ones you know too well, so well.

Fire in the grate. Snow falling outside. Chicken roasting in the oven. Cozy on the couch. Carols on the stereo.

“You guys have been spoiling me this year,” Alex said. Kissed John on the shoulder. John grinned, sipped his wine. “Disney World. This trip.”

“It is almost like you are challenging us to make next year better, mon chou,” Lafayette said evenly. Topped his own glass off with more wine.

“Don’t know how it could be,” Alex said. Voice sleepy, content, assured, warm and so so so happy.

John smiled to himself. Silently promised Alex, Lafayette and himself things would only get better. He would make sure of that.

Notes:

2016, we've had quite a run, eh?

Happy New Year.

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