#greta van christmas

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surely we get a christmas single this year :DDD

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[readyforthegarden]

Merry Christmas Darling - J.T.K.

Synopsis: A classic, family-filled Christmas with the Kiszkas and Wagners. Good food, strong drinks, and tons of holiday cheer, kisses and snuggles and a special heartfelt gift.

WC: 2616

Warnings: Slight inference to dirty talk, but it's a brief moment! Just more holiday fluff with our favorite guitarist!

A/N: This was my favorite holiday fic to write, so I saved it for last. I hope you all have enjoyed our little festive times together and I wish all my friends and followers a Merry Christmas and Happy Hanukkah! Another special thank you to @lunaindigoraven for always being a sounding board for the ideas and just being the best bestie in general ilysm!!!!! 💖💖💖 Happy Holiday’s yall!

Taglist

Josh’s Holiday Fic // Sam’s Holiday Fic // Danny’s Holiday Fic

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"Can I please come in?" Jake whined from outside the bedroom door. He'd been antsy all day, knowing that you were wrapping presents and his was included in the pile. You took a sip of wine from your glass as your cheesy holiday romance movie played on your laptop at the foot of the bed, raising an eyebrow at the door. "Come on, I really need to grab something!"

"Like what?" you slid off the edge of the bed, making sure to cover the unwrapped presents with a throw blanket before opening the bedroom door just enough to see his face. He hesitated, and you could tell by his blank stare he was trying to think of an object he desperately needed from the bedroom.

"Uh....um..." Jake stammered, floundering in front of you. You chuckled and rolled your eyes.

"Your spare guitar strings are down in the studio, your charger is where you left it last night, plugged in by the recliner, and you don't even use a hairbrush so don't even ask for one." you watched his mouth fall open, and you reached out and gently tapped his chin upwards to close it for him.

"That's rude." he mumbled.

"You're not seeing your gifts until everyone is here and opening presents. Together." you shot him a look. Jake smirked.

"Oh, so there's more than one?" you sighed irritatedly and reached your arm out, shoving him lightly and away from the door as he tried to peek over your shoulders.

"You'll never find out if you keep being naughty." you chided. Jake's smirk grew even wider as he closed the space between you.

"I don't mind missing out on presents if we're talking about being naughty, darlin'." Jake's warm breath cascaded over your lips as his arms wound around your waist.

"Mm, but I think Santa has a really, really nice gift for me this year, I'd hate to do anything so close to Christmas that he won't come." you pouted, twisting a small lock of his hair around your index finger.

"Oh Santa's gonna come alright." Jake's voice was low and you laughed, pulling yourself from his arms and nudging him back in the hallway.

"Not if his little helper doesn't leave me alone!" and with that you closed the bedroom door, leaving him pouting on the other side. After a few moments, you heard him mutter as he walked away.

"'m not little." you giggled to yourself as he shuffled away, dragging his feet on the carpeting of the hallway floors while he retreated. When you were absolutely sure he was gone, you moved the throw blanket from the pile and dig through gently, finding the small bag with Jake’s present inside. It was something you’d found by chance one day during the summer, scouring an old bookstore on a girls trip to the east coast. You reached into the bag and gingerly lifted the old book from it, your hand running over the weathered cover with a soft smile.

It wasn’t quite a first edition by any means, but it was an early 1900s edition of the novel Treasure Island. Everyone knew Jake had a fascination with pirates. One of your first date nights, well, weekends, was marathoning all of the Pirates of the Caribbean movies. You thought it was cute, and even enjoyed when he’d slip into a rough, pirate voice every so often when tipsy. You hadn’t planned on his gift being pirate themed. In fact you were honestly puzzled on what to possibly get a man who has traveled the world over again. But when you came across this novel, your heart leapt into your throat and his name fell from your lips as you reached for it on the shelf. It was meant to be his.

You gently wrapped a few protective layers of tissue paper around it before wrapping it in festive paper, taking your time to make sure the creases and folds were perfect and tidy. You wrote his name on the tag and tied it to the velvet red ribbon you encased the gift in, smiling at your handiwork. Now that his gift was taken care of, you set to work finishing the rest of the families gifts, making sure to put just as much love and care into wrapping theirs as you did Jake’s. You didn't realize how much time had passed as you were busy making holiday magic, but the smell of garlic and onion wafted up the stairs into the bedroom and surrounded you, making your mouth water. You piled the wrapped gifts into the laundry basket next to the bed and lifted it onto your hip, excitedly opening up the door and bounding down the stairs. Your dropped the basket in the living room next to the large, ornate Christmas tree before skidding into the kitchen, where Jake was working away at the stove and counter.

"Something smells so good!" you praised as you came up behind him, peeking over his shoulder as he gently bubbling butter in a pan. "Onions?"

"Shallots, love, please." Jake chuckled, feigning offense. "We're not animals." you giggled under your breath, pressing a kiss to his cheek and looking at the puff pastry lining a baking sheet in a triangle. “Gonna make it look like a Christmas tree, and cut the sides and twist it.”

“That’ll be really cute!” you hopped up onto the counter. "Need any help?" Jake glanced over to you as you gently kicked your feet agains the cupboard beneath you.

"Mm, just your company is all I need for now." he smiled softly before adding spinach and cream cheese to the mixture on a lower heat, stirring in small bits of artichoke hearts and letting it all meld and cook together. "I'm excited for everyone to get here."

"Me too!" you grinned. "Last year with my family was fun, but I won't lie, I really missed your family party." Jake grinned wider at your admission.

"Your family was fun, too...but everyone was in bed by ten-thirty." he grimaced. You bit your lip nodded in slight shame.

"Everyone is older." you shrugged. "I'm the oopsie-baby, they didn't plan on having me near their forties."

"Hey, you're the best oops to ever have happened." Jake gave you a pointed look. He knew sometimes you felt insecure and sensitive about how old your family was compared to his, and that your parents, while making well-meaning jokes, reminded you that you were never planned. Jake shut off the burner and moved the pan to a cool one before coming and standing between your legs, resting his hands on your thighs. "You're the best thing to ever happen in my life."

"Not the band and the fame and money and screaming fans?" you joked, toying with the cord strand of his necklace as you tried to hide your face and the teasing smile upon it. Jake brushed the stray pieces of hair back from your cheeks and held your face gently, making you hold eye contact with him.

"Not even any of that comes close." he murmured. You felt your heart swell as his deep brown eyes studied your face, a soft smile tugging at the left corner of his lips. “I love you.”

“And I you.” you responded in a whisper, leaning down to place a sweet kiss on his waiting lips. Jake could be a quiet man, but his kiss always expressed to you everything he felt inside, and this was pure love and adoration. You were perfectly happy to sit there, enjoying the affection and adoration shared between the two of you, but unfortunately you were interrupted by the oven beeping that it was done preheating. Jake pulled away from you, giving you a quick peck before moving back to the stove, grabbing the pan and heating the mixture back up a bit, sprinkling his freshly grated parmesan cheese into it too. 

You watched him work, happily taking the small offering of a taste test of the mixture from his index finger and complimenting his work as he washed his hands and started putting together the appetizer. He asked you to start putting together the next one, and you hopped from the countertop, setting to work. 

By the time the doorbell rang, the counter was cleaned off and covered with various appetizers and crudités, ranging from a simple veggie platter to the baked brie with fig jam you’d made. The crisply wrapped presents were piled perfectly beneath the tree and you had your smart speakers playing your carefully curated holiday playlist. You smoothed out your sweater, skidding over to the door, yanking it open excitedly.

“Merry Christmas!!” you cheered, ushering the Kiszka family into your and Jake’s home. You were bombarded with hugs and squeezes, a few cheek pecks here and there. You squatted down to give Rosie, Sam’s dog a few pets, and cooed over her and her sparkly red bow. The Wagner’s were right behind, Danny bounding into the door jut as you started to shut it and scooping you up in a large bear hug as his parents and sister entered behind him.

“Something smells delicious!” Karen said after hugging Jake. His cheeks reddened at the compliment a bit and he nodded towards the kitchen.

“Been slaving away all day in there. Come on, we’ve got a lot of food.” he chuckled, leading the way to the kitchen as you finished hanging coats, Danny and Josh helping you before you all went to join in the chaos of the kitchen. Wine had already been pouring, a glass being handed to you as you passed by. Everyone happily dug in to the appetizers, stories about the ride over to your home, and stories of Christmases past were bubbling up as the alcohol set in. 

Throughout dinner, you all kept playing “Pass the Pea”, a game that originated at your first family holiday party with the Kiszka-Wagner clan. Danny scooped up the largest pea he could find on his fork, and placed it onto the lip of your plate. You scooped it up onto your own fork, and placed it back on his plate, thus beginning the back and forth war between the two of you. At some point Sam got involved, placing an extra pea from his plate on both yours and Danny’s and at that point, it turned into chaos, everyone trying to sneak a pea on someone else’s plate when they weren’t looking. The game ended when Lori ended up with peas in her wine glass, and soon it was time to open presents. 

Piles of different colored wrapping papers littered your living room floor. Ribbons everywhere, and a few stick-on present bows attached to various family members. The game of White Elephant was afoot, and you were adamant about keeping the haphazardly knit pair of mittens Josie had worked so hard on. So far, between a box of tissues that had been emptied and filled with quarters, and mini cheese sampler, it was the best gift from the pile.

“Mmm, I think I want the mittens.” Jake grimaced at you, holding out a roll of toilet paper to exchange. You gasped, clutching the mittens to you chest, resting them next to the Italian gold chain with a single saltwater pearl pendant Jake had adorned you with half an hour earlier, while surprising you with a romantic getaway to Lake Como, included a few winery tours.

“No!” you laughed, holding them away from him. “I love them, they’re from the heart.” Josie’s laugh peeled like bells as you fought Jake over her mittens.

“They’re not that great!” she giggled. 

“If I keep them, you can still have them, darlin’.” Jake whispered to you. Understanding flashed through your eyes and you, still slightly begrudgingly handed him the mittens in exchange for the toilet paper. You turned it over in your hands, feeling the indents from everyone’s fingerprints who’d had the good luck of getting the roll before. The game carried on until all the presents were accounted for, and you finally ended up with Josh’s insanely ornate box, that was filled with throat lozenges, Jake holding tight to the mittens. As the night wore down, you sneakily slid your hand under the tree skirt, pulling out Jake’s present. The fireplace crackled behind you as you turned and presented it to him, and he set his glass of whiskey down on the hearth next to him.

“Ah, I nearly forgot!” he accepted the bundle you gave him, and suddenly you felt like your gift was too small for someone like him.

“I’m sorry it’s nothing huge.” you whispered, watching his hands trace the edges of the paper. Jake shook his head, giving you a smile.

“I don’t need anything huge.” Jake assured you. “I’m sure whatever you got me is perfect.”

“I hope so.” you bit your lip and he grinned at you, opening his present slowly, teasing you almost. As the paper fell away, Jake’s grin widened, and he let his fingers run against the weathered, leathery spine. He gently thumbed through the aged, yellowed pages, before looking at you, thoughtfully.

“Darlin’, this is amazing.” he held the edition of Treasure Island in his hands tightly, grabbing your chin and pulling you in for a kiss. “This is the best gift I’ve ever gotten. How did you even find this?”

“It was on that girls trip, back in the summer.” you explained. “I just saw it and knew it was yours.” Jake wrapped his arms around you, hugging you tightly. 

“This is absolutely perfect. Have you ever read it?” you shook your head, admitting you’d only ever seen the Muppet movie version. “We’ll start it tonight, before bed.” you smiled softly up at Jake, excited to share this story with him. Josh had sidled over, asking what he got and Jake excitedly began showing Josh the old novel. 

Soon, your guests had found themselves in their rooms or sleeping arrangements. Jake and yourself, with the help of his parents, cleaned up the kitchen, putting away the remnants of the various desserts and scraps from dinner, and prepared tomorrow’s sweet breakfast pastries. Within an hour, you’d found yourself cuddled up in your bed, Jake sitting up beside you as you rested your head on his shoulder, listening to his soft, low voice as he read out to you. 

“For thirty years,” he said, "I've sailed the seas and seen good and bad, better and worse, fair weather and foul, provisions running out, knives going, and what not. Well, now I tell you, I never seen good come o' goodness yet. Him as strikes first is my fancy; dead men don't bite; them's my views—amen, so be it.’” after a few more lines, the chapter ended, and he placed a thin ribbon from his present into the pages to save his place. He placed it gently on his nightstand before looking down at you. “You look sleepy.”

“I am sleepy.” you replied. “It’s been a long day. Fun, but long.” Jake smiled down at you, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. 

“It’s been a perfect day.” Jake adjusted his position, sliding down so you both were laying down and you snuggled into his chest. You felt your eyes start to feel heavy,  the events of the day hitting you all at once, including the many glasses of wine.

“Merry Christmas, Jakey.” you murmured into his chest. 

“Merry Christmas, darling.” he whispered back, and with those few words, the two of you were out, fast asleep and regaining your strength to do it all again with extended family tomorrow.

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HANNAH!!!! I love this so much. The distraction, I feel readers pain, really I do. This was so sweet and hot and the perfect bedtime story for me to go and hopefully have sinfully sweet dreams!!

Prompts - fluff/smut snowed in “You look comfortable, huh?” “Mmhm…”

Words - 3.5k

Warnings - Tooth-rotting, fluffy smut ♡ 18+ONLY, explicit sexual content, NSFW, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it!)

“Well, it’s official, we are snowed in.” Jake made his way to the bed, crawling over the mattress until his head was resting gently on your thighs. “Josh called, the roads have closed. He said that you can’t even open the doors at our parents house.”

You smiled at him as he looked up at you, and your fingers gently brushed through his hair. “Alright, I guess that just means that I get you all to myself for another day.”

His eyes drifted closed, and the rise and fall of his chest slowed as he relaxed. “Are you hungry, bubba?” He hummed, slowly shaking his head. “Do you wanna snuggle up with me under the blankets and watch a movie?”

His lips curled into a smile, and wordlessly he shuffled further onto the bed, moving the blankets and sinking into the spot beside you. You reached over to pick up the remote from the bedside table before returning to his side and turning on the tv. It took a good few minutes of scrolling to find what the two of you wanted to watch, eventually settling on ‘The Holiday’.

The two of you slowly melted further into each other as the movie started. You were curled up against his side, his arm wrapped around you with his thumb rubbing small circles on the bare skin beneath the tee shirt you had slept in. It took forty five minutes for you to stop paying attention to the movie, and instead clued into the way that Jake's finger had slowly started to trace along the fabric of your panties.

Even with his eyes glued to screen, you could tell he had stopped paying attention as his fingers tightened against your hip, pulling you closer and closer until you had to move your leg on top of his, and he still kept pulling. You turned your gaze to his, somewhat shocked as his poker face, his eyes remaining trained on the movie. “What’s your play here, Kiszka.”

He hummed, the smallest smirk on his face as he turned to look at you as if he had no idea what you were talking about. “What do you mean, my love?”

You raised an eyebrow at him, leaning in until your lips brushed against his. “If you wanted me closer, you could have just asked.”

His smirk only grew as he went to press his lips against yours, chasing them as you pulled away. “But there's no fun in that.”

You lifted yourself from the mattress, shuffling to the side and dropping yourself onto his lap. His grunt was enough retribution for the smart ass remark. “No fun?”

His hands took hold of your hips, readjusting you on his lap. “No fun at all.”

You fell back into watching the movie, actively trying to ignore the feeling of his hands as they trailed up your sides, or ghosted along your thighs. It got more difficult the longer he teased, especially when one of his hands lifted to brush the hair from over your shoulder, giving him access to the skin of your throat. Your skin tingled at the barely-there contact of his lips as he trailed from the collar of your shirt to the shell of your ear. “You know, I really think they should have just made the entire movie about Iris and Miles. Don’t you think?”

You couldn't help the giggle that escaped you, but as you turned your head, you could feel the warmth of his breath against your skin, the brush of his hand as it caressed the inside of your thigh, and you stopped almost as quickly as you had begun. “I agree, Iris and Miles are much more interesting. Jude Law is hot in this movie, but I’d much rather watch Jack black be a charming, funny guy. Plus Kate Winslet is-”

Your sentence was cut short when Jake pressed his finger against your lips. “I’m sorry, backpedal a bit, you think Jude Law is hot?”

You lifted your own hand to pull his away from your face before slowly nodding. “In this movie particularly, yes.”

He nodded in time with you, his brows furrowing slightly. “But you’d rather watch Jack Black be funny?”

Your lip twitched into a small smirk, and you nodded once again. “Yeah. I mean, don’t get me wrong, Amanda is probably getting good dick, but I like a guy that can make me laugh.”

Jake smiled at you, the hand he had between your thighs inching slowly over the thin, and frankly, soaked fabric of your panties. “And if you had a guy that could do both? Give you good dick and make you laugh?”

“Why?” Your breathing hitched a bit when his fingers slid beneath the hem of your panties. “You know a guy?”

His hand pulled from your panties a split second later, landing on your hip, along with his other on the opposite, sliding you off of his lap and back into your previous spot. You looked at him, but his gaze was once again trained on the movie. “Oh come on, bubba.” You readjusted, placing one of your knees between his thighs and leaning closer to him. “You know I was joking. I don’t think there is anyone better for me than you.”

Though he refused to say anything back, the placement of his hand on your hip told you that you were getting somewhere. You lowered yourself from your kneeling position until you could feel the heat of his skin through his sweatpants. You trailed your fingers from his thigh, slowly up his bare torso, until they tickled the edge of his hairline.

The feeling of your lips against his throat made him tense up, the hand on your hip pulling you forward against his thigh. Your lips detached from his skin as an unexpected gasp escaped you, travelling directly into Jake’s ear. He struggled to keep his attention on the tv as he used his hand to press your hip back, pulling another, breathier gasp from your throat. With your face pressed against the side of his throat, you couldn’t see the smirk that had formed on his lips as he began to drag you over his thigh.

After a couple minutes of the same motion, you were growing impatient, leaving small kisses on his skin between moans, and he seemed almost offended when you stopped following the motion of his hand, though he wouldn’t say it, and you couldn’t see it in his face. The only indication you had of his disapproval was the tapping of his fingers against your hip.

“Jake.” You waited for a response, but he remained quiet. “Jake, baby, can I take off my panties… please.”

Any and all movement from him ceased, and for a moment you were worried about what he was about to do, or not do, but the wrapping of his fingers around the band of your panties was a good sign. You struggled a bit in your position to get them entirely down your legs, but the second they were thrown to the floor, you were back against the fabric of his sweatpants. 

You were lost in the feeling. The tingling that was crawling its way up your spine as you freely moaned his name into the nape of his neck. The grip on your hip was slowly tightening, no doubt you’d find small bruises where his fingers were pressing into your skin. “Jake.” He hummed, his thumb rubbing against your hip as you continued to rock against his thigh. “Please touch me, babe.”

The hand on your hip loosened, trailing beneath your tee shirt up the side of your torso. “I am touching you, love.”

You rolled your eyes, pressing your tongue against the pulsing of his jugular vein and licking up to the sweet spot just below his ear. “Need more, Jake, please.”

Any remaining piece of him that was trying to hold out fell away and his free hand lifted to grip your jaw, pulling your face to line up with his. “Who am I to deny you.”

You leaned into his touch and shifted the leg you had positioned between his, brushing against his crotch and eliciting a quiet groan from him. You lifted a hand to his chest, slowly trailing it down until it was brushing along the band of the sweatpants, and you could feel the way his muscles tensed beneath your touch. 

He dropped the hand that was on your face, taking the hand you had teasing over the fabric of his sweatpants and lifting it to his face and pressing a kiss to your palm. “Gonna need you to move for a second if you want me to take these off, sweetheart.” 

You lifted your leg from between his thighs, readjusting to kneel beside him as he somewhat clumsily slid the sweatpants from his hips. He looked away from you only long enough to aim for the pile of clothing already stacking up across the room, and when he looked back he caught you in the midst of tracing your gaze along his now entirely bare body. “Come here, baby, let me love you.”

His hands were drawn back to your hips as you positioned yourself over his lap, and you leaned in to press a kiss against his perfectly plump lips. You hoped you would get away with it as you let out a muted and breathy ‘finally’, but you had no such luck, feeling the lightest swat of his hand on your ass. “Don’t get cheeky, I can put my pants back on and we can finish the movie.”

You protested by lowering your head back to his neck, sucking and nipping at the skin of his throat as you slowly ground your hips against him, feeling the length of his erection as it slid against your cunt. You could feel it as he drew in a stuttered breath in reaction to the contact, and couldn’t help but feel a bit cocky about how quickly he caved for you. You got away with a few more slow glides across his length before the grip he had on your hips tightened, stopping your momentum. “You alright, bubba?”

It was a rhetorical question. You could already see the increase in his breathing, and when he met your gaze, his pupils were completely blown with lust. His hands slid down just enough to lift your hips a bit before moving one to take his cock in his hand. You looked down to watch as he slid the tip along your slit, collecting the pleasure he had caused and spreading it. He teased the tip against your clit, and he watched with a smirk as your eyes fluttered closed at the feeling. 

He was enjoying teasing you far more than you appreciated, even if it did feel so fucking good. With your eyes closed, you were hyper aware of the feeling as his tip pressed against your entrance, and slowly Jake pulled on your hip to lower you onto his length. It was like music to his ears, listening to the small whimpers and moans that slipped from you as you adjusted to the feeling of him inside you.

Jake held you flush against his lap for a couple minutes, simply basking in the glorious feeling of being hugged by the warmth of your cunt. You were impatient, feeling the stretch of him inside you after so much teasing was driving you insane, so you tested your luck and attempted to lift your hips a bit, and you were surprised by the way he moved with you, the fingers on his one hand firmly gripping the flesh of your ass. The sound that came from him as you deliberately tightened around him once you reached the tip was divine, and you wanted nothing more than to have it available for you to hear at any time of the day, even when he wasn’t around. 

It didn’t take long to develop a rhythm, melting into each other as your hips steadily rose and fell to meet his own. The sounds of your moans had pretty much taken over any other noise in the room, leaving Jake confused when his eyes flickered to behind you, catching what was going on in the movie. “Now what is that bullshit?”

You were so confused, halting your movement and looking at Jake with furrowed brows. “What’s wrong, Jake?”

“Iris almost kissed her ex, you know, the uh- married asshole that was leading her on.” His response was the last thing you were expecting, and you simply stayed still against him as you stared at him in disbelief.

He looked back at you, his expression quickly shifting to amusement as he took in your confusion. He moved his free hand to join the other on your other hip, gently lifting you and lowering you back down as he leaned his face closer to you. “I don’t remember telling you to stop, sweetheart.”

You brushed your lips against his and moved against him once again. “Excuse me for being a little thrown off by your sudden attention to the movie.”

He chuckled, pressing a chaste kiss to your lips. “I’m sorry, baby, caught me off guard. I’m all yours.”

The two of you fell back into your rhythm, speeding up gradually until you could see him actively trying to hold on. You smirked, kissing and nipping along his collarbone. “Are you close, Jake?”

He nodded, leaning his head back against the headboard. “So fucking close.”

You took advantage of the extension of his neck, kissing your way up to and across his jaw until he could feel your breath against his cheek. “Are you gonna cum for me?”

He shook his head, straightening his posture and stopping your movements against him. “Not until you do.”

You cocked an eyebrow curiously at him, silently challenging him, and he caught on immediately. His hands readjusted enough to somewhat smoothly readjust the two of you so that you were flat on your back. He smirked at you as your jaw fell slack, and he moved to a kneeling position between your legs. Jake was slow and deliberate as he pulled out of you, listening to the disappointed groan that came from you, and he responded by lifting your hips from the mattress and sliding one of the pillows beneath them. 

He held eye contact with you as he slowly hovered over you, placing one of his hands beside your head, and using the other to wrap one of your legs around his waist. He smiled at you as you watched every little move he made. You were entranced by him, watching the way his hand slid along the bare skin of your thigh, the way it travelled all the way up your body until it was placed opposite of his other hand. You could feel the weight of his cock laying against you, but he wasn’t doing anything. “Jake, baby, please.”

You weren’t ashamed to beg, in fact, you knew that he loved to hear you beg for him to make you feel good, and as he lifted one of his hands from beside your head and slowly dragged it across the sheets below you, you gave him exactly what he wanted. “Baby, I wanna feel your cock so deep in me. Please, Jake, let me cum on your cock.”

That seemed to do the trick. Jake grinned at you, dipping down to press a kiss to your lips, and deepening it the second he felt you reciprocate. He sunk the tip into you once again, taking advantage of the way your lips parted with a moan to slide his tongue into your mouth. 

You were convinced that he knew your body better than you did as he rolled his hips into your own. His cock brushed against the sweet spot deep within you, and you arched away from the mattress, pressing your chest against his, your arms wrapped around his shoulders. One hand had taken its place tangled in the silky locks of his hair, and the other was raking as far down his shoulder it could go before gliding back up. The feeling of your fingernails pressing gently against his back left a trail of goosebumps along their path.

The hand he had used to line himself up with your entrance remained on your thigh, lingering there for a couple minutes as he built up his pace. You barely felt it as his fingers danced along the inside of your thigh, coming to a halt when they just barely grazed across your clit. Jake leisurely began to sweep his thumb over the sensitive bundle of nerves, watching your face tense up at the initial contact before melting into a look of pure pleasure. 

Eventually the pace of his finger matched that of his hips, and the coil inside you was winding up tighter and tighter, getting closer and closer to snapping. “Fuck- Jake- I’m so close.”

He groaned, feeling every squeeze and flutter of your walls around him, no matter how small. He was tuned into your every movement. “I can feel it, baby. Let it go for me, my love.”

His head had fallen onto the pillow beside your head, his sultry tone travelling directly from his lips to your ear. His words, in combination with the steady thrusts of his cock and the finger he had on your clit, had the coil snapping, and Jake lifted his head to watch the way your eyes fluttered, and your lips parted as you moaned his name like a mantra. He was convinced that there was no better feeling in the world than what he felt when you came around his cock, pulling him in impossibly closer, making it impossible to hold on much longer. He made sure to slow himself enough to help you comfortably ride out your orgasm.

You knew he was close, every part of his body was twitching, and you opened your eyes to see his own squeezed tightly shut as he tried to control his breathing. You smiled at his insistence to hold out, and you tipped your head up, ghosting your lips over his. “Give it to me, Jake.” He groaned, his rhythm stuttering. “You fill me up so good, baby. I want it all, please.”

You quickly had to bear the weight of Jake on top of you as he came. His elbow gave out, leaving him resting on top of you as he tried to catch his breath. A string of praise entered your ears as you ran your fingers gently across his scalp. 

The two of you both groaned at the loss of contact as he slowly pulled out of you and slid off you. He landed next to you on the mattress, immediately turning his head to look at you. Your eyes met his, and your smile widened. The two of you laid in silence for almost ten minutes before you felt that you were willing to stand from the bed and walk to the bathroom. Jake watched you shuffle into the bathroom, reaching for some tissues to clean himself up once the door closed behind you. 

You took your time in the bathroom. It wasn’t until you stood to wash your hands that you noticed your reflection. Your hair was a mess, and you were thankful that you hadn’t had to put makeup on. You quickly fixed your hair, and opened the bathroom door to find Jake bundled up beneath the blankets, watching the bathroom door like he was just waiting for you to exit. “You look comfortable, hm?”

He was checking you out as you walked toward the bed, like he hadn’t just fucked you. “Mmhm…”

You sauntered to the edge of the bed, crawling onto the mattress and crawling over to him. You were in the process of lowering yourself to kiss him, when his phone began to ring on the bedside table. You groaned, slumping onto the bed as he reached over to check who was calling. You turned your head just in time to watch Jake sigh and answer the phone, immediately putting it on speaker. “Hey Josh, what’s up?”

“New plans for Christmas Eve, we’re all going to watch a movie together over facetime, that way we all still get to spend time with each other, even if we’re not all together in person.” You could hear the smile on Josh’s face. You could damn near picture him sitting on the couch with their parents and Ronnie. 

Jake looked over at you with a small smile, and you simply nodded at him. “Give me ten minutes to set everything up then I’ll call you back, sound good?” 

“Sounds good.”

Jake hung up the phone and peeled the blanket from his body, walking over to your suitcases to grab a tee shirt for himself, and one for you, along with a clean pair of panties. Once the two of you were redressed, set up, and comfortable, Jake reached for his phone. He pulled up Josh’s contact, looking back at you before he hit the call button. “We are definitely continuing what was about to happen once this is over.”

You giggled at his insistence, nodding your head. “Yes we will, but for now let’s watch a Christmas movie with your family.”

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[joshsindigostreak]

Blue Christmas 💙🎄

Authors notes: Hi y’all!! This spawned from a dream I had the other morning and I couldn’t get it out of my head. My first official Rom-Com, and friends to lovers! Shout out to @gretasmokerising and @sinners-go-to-drink-the-wine to hearing me out with this idea and yelling at me to write it! Enjoy!

Word Count: 6813

Warnings: tooth rotting fluff, and SMUT at the end! MINORS DNI, unprotected sex (don’t be silly wrap y’all’s willies), alcohol use, agonizing mutual pining? I think that’s it.

It had been 4 weeks, 2 days, and 7 hours since Josh Kiszka had last spoken to you. The most he had ignored you since the day you met over 2 years ago. His cubicle was stationed next to yours, and you could always look to your right to see him typing away at his computer, eyes trained at the screen and never once glancing over at you. He would arrive in the mornings silently, and clock out at 5 without a word. But it was the lunch hours that hurt the most. Ever since you had started this job, he was always your lunch buddy. He showed you where all the good vending machines were, and how to get down to the courtyard on the bottom floor where most of the office population ate their lunches. You hadn’t seen him down in that courtyard since…the incident…and you sat at your usual table most days hoping you’d see him come through the double doors, lunch in hand and a smile on his face. But in the weeks since, he had either eaten elsewhere or stayed in his cubicle working. A few times you tried to stay behind as well, hoping the silence from being the ones in your general vicinity on your floor would coax him into conversation, but it didn’t work. 

But what was this “incident”? What was the catalyst to make him so cold to you all of a sudden? As you twirled your mouse over your screen pretending to be busy, your thoughts drifted back to the day everything changed. 

Josh had a usual lunch table. It was in the courtyard, but in the back corner where he could have the best privacy. This back section used to be the smoking section before smoking was banned per company policy, but they left all of the plants and hedges in place that separated it from the rest of the courtyard. His lunch hour was sacred. It was the part of his day that he could be by himself and not have to talk to anyone if he didn’t want to. Not a lot of people sat back there, which was another blessing. But he didn’t mind sharing it with you. He jumped at the chance to show it to you on your first day. You made a comment about how it was very “Rainforest Cafe” that endeared you to him even more. Ever since, it has been the two of you back there, hidden amongst the hedges. 

That day wasn’t much different from any other, a run-of-the-mill Tuesday in the middle of November. For that time of the year, it was unusually warm, so you felt that it was imperative to take advantage of it and sit outside when you still could. You made your way down to your table, walking past various coworkers chattering away. You could smell the Caesar salad through the container in your hand and you couldn’t wait to dive into it. Finally you made it to your table in the back corner, with your lunch buddy sitting with his back to you as he typed away at his laptop. He was a true workaholic, but his efforts never went unnoticed. Your immediate boss, Ted, always gave shout outs to Josh in meetings, and you would be lying if you said the way Josh’s face would tinge pink every time didn’t melt your heart. He was absolutely terrible at taking compliments. He was deserving of all the praise, hell he deserved a promotion at this point with how much he led the team, but he would get so bashful whenever someone would tell him so.  Sometimes…you would compliment him on purpose just to see the color rise in his cheeks, and if you were lucky, a glimpse of the dimple on his left side.

You slid onto the bench that was bolted to the table, a fixture that hadn’t been updated since the nineties, you were sure. Normally you sat across from him, but today you just had the itch to be in his personal space. 

“Whatcha working on?” You asked as you popped open the container for your salad.

“I am working on…a PowerPoint…,” he quipped, giving you a playful sideways glance. 

You nodded, letting him type and fill up the current slide as you dumped your salad dressing into the container and mixed it with the greens and grilled chicken. After a few minutes of silence, you leaned over to him, brushing your shoulder against his, “you need a cool transition. No PowerPoint is complete without a cool transition.” 

At this he stopped typing and turned his face towards yours, seemingly unbothered with how close you were to him, “I can just see the look on Ted’s face when he hears the ‘whoosh’ between slides about projected first quarter profit margins.”

 

“That man needs a good laugh. Or to get laid. Maybe both,” you nudged his shoulder before going back to your lunch. 

“Don’t we all…,” Josh mumbled to himself. You almost asked him what he meant but he was quickly back at it, filling out bullet points and inserting graphs on the side. It wasn’t unusual to see him this engrossed in his work, but frankly, you were bored. This was the one hour you could truly hang out with him and not have to talk shop. Your friend needed to relax, and not let his work become his life. He always told you that the more he got done during the day meant the less he had to do when he got home, but you knew that was a lie. He always came in the next day with more work than when he left, and sometimes you wondered if that laptop bag of his was surgically attached to his shoulder. 

Your salad was long gone and Josh was still typing away, clicking back and forth from his data and his project. Knowing what would get his attention, you innocently poked at his side, and held back a laugh when he flinched and smiled. This spurred you on, and you poked his arm now, forcing him to make a typo. He was trying so hard to not give in, to not give you the satisfaction that he was amused, but he was failing. 

You upped your ante by reaching for his ear. Gently, you ran your fingertip down the shell of his ear, feeling every curve and contour before brushing the skin next to his earlobe. This caused Josh to visibly shudder, and he tried to cover it up by suddenly jerking his head to the side to pretend to bite your finger. You erupted in giggles before you were aware of how close his face was to your hand. Before you could stop yourself, you extended your fingers to lightly cup his jaw. Instead of backing away, he leaned into your touch, a move that neither of you were expecting. His fingers stilled on the keyboard, and slowly backed away and into his lap he turned his body to face yours. 

The logical side of you wanted to just laugh and lean back onto your end of the bench as if nothing happened, but the other side of you, the side that needed him, was telling that first side to shut the fuck up. Letting the intrusive thoughts win, you leaned closer to him, and you hitched a breath when you saw him do the same. There was no space between the two of you, your right thigh was firmly against his left, heat radiating through both of your respective slacks. 

Before either of you could think about it too much, Josh closed the gap between you and slotted his lips onto yours, lazily taking your bottom lip into his mouth. The action caused you to moan against him, and you seized the opportunity to deepen the kiss. The professional side of you was screeching in your head that you were literally at work and in a courtyard full of people, but the rest of you argued back that no one could see you given how tall the hedges were. 

One of Josh’s hands slid up to your face, mirroring what you were doing to him, and his other hand snaked around your waist, desperate to have you closer. Your tongue slipped into his mouth, and he opened up for you instantly. For several moments, you made out like teenagers on that bench. 

You weren’t close enough to him, and before you could protest he lifted you up and over his lap, allowing you to straddle him. He was thanking God that the greenery was so overgrown that you couldn’t be seen in the position you were in. 

As you settled down onto his lap, the rigid outline of his cock pressed up against you, and you instinctively grinded down on him. He bit your bottom lip to keep himself from moaning too loud, but it was futile as that only caused you to let out a breathy moan of your own.

He was kissing you like he was starving, and you couldn’t get over just how good he felt. You always stole glances at his lips, noting how perfect his cupid's bow was and they were the most enviable shade of pink. 

But just as you lowered yourself back down to grind on him even more, a very loud and obnoxious cackle was let out across the courtyard. Of course it was Vera’s obnoxious ass laughing at whatever the fuck. This caused Josh to break away from you, sobering him up to the situation. He was suddenly very aware of you straddling him, with bruised lips and tousled hair. He couldn’t…he couldn’t be here much longer or else he wouldn’t be able to stop. Without any preamble he guided you off his lap and slid out the other side of the bench and adjusted his belt buckle and smoothed down his shirt. He didn’t even glance at you when he shut his laptop and turned to leave, quickly mumbling about needing to run to the bank before his lunch hour was up. It was a clear lie, but he didn’t give you a chance to call him out on it before nearly running out of that courtyard, leaving you dazed and…very wet…on that bench. 

You leaned back in your office chair and rolled your eyes at the memory, not because you didn’t love it, or that it didn’t replay in your head every time you saw the man, but because you were afraid it completely fucked up your friendship with Josh. Before you on your screen was a reminder email about the company Christmas Party that was being held this weekend. You wanted to go, but the thought of mingling with coworkers while Josh continued to ignore you made you want to crawl under your desk and never come out. Because of his outstanding job performance, he was put on the planning committee and thus would have to be there. There was no avoiding him. 

With a resigned sigh you glanced over at his desk, hoping to see him, but finding it Josh-less. Instead you heard his voice chattering away at another desk, leaning against the entrance to a nearby cubicle. To everyone else, he was his normal talkative self, but for you, he was silent and cold. What the actual fuck was his problem? The more you thought about it, the more it pissed you off. Just who does he think he is by kissing you like that, touching you like that, fulfilling the fantasies you’ve had in your head for months, only to throw you away essentially and leave you high but not very dry? Fuck him, but not in the literal sense. He didn’t deserve that. A plan was forming in your head. You were going to show up to that party pushing every button you knew how to push with him. After working for him for nearly two years, you knew what made that man tick. You had picked up on several preferences of his via passing comments, jokes, or flat out remarks. 

And you were going to exploit every single one of them. 

When the day of the party arrived, you looked over at your outfit laid out on your bed. A beautiful long sleeved navy blue velvet dress. Why blue? Well that color had become an inside joke between the two of you, stemming from an exchange on your very first day in the office. 

You were settling into your new cubicle, arranging your things and figuring out just where you wanted everything to go. The size of your desk surprised you, as you were expecting a smaller space given you were a new hire, but the expanse of the desk gave you so much more room to work with. It was a blessing as you tended to spread out your paperwork around you throughout your day, a habit that your old boss noted every time she walked by your desk. 

As you reached into your box full of things you brought from home, your hand settled on the third Funko Pop you had picked out of your collection. Your Funko of Daphne from Scooby Doo had been one of the first you had bought when you started your collection, and she meant a lot to you. 

“You take them out of the box?” An unfamiliar yet pleasant voice interrupted your thoughts and you nearly dropped the box you were holding from being startled. 

Snapping your head up at the source, you were greeted by a rather…gorgeous man with curious big brown eyes. You had briefly seen him when your new boss was giving you a tour of the area you would be working in, and he had been getting something out of the supply closet. 

“Sorry?”

“Your Funkos…you take them out of the box?” 

Realizing what he was referring to, you chuckled slightly in embarrassment, “oh don’t start, my brother already gives me enough shit about ‘ruining their value’ whenever he comes over and sees my collection. They just look so sad sitting in them. They need to be free!”

This caused the stranger to smile as he extended his hand for you to shake, “I’m Josh, your new neighbor across the way.” He dramatically threw a glance over his shoulder at his own cubicle across from yours. You gladly shook his hand and told him your own name, which he repeated softly. 

You continued to pull more items out of your box as he stood there, not minding you had company. In the panic to get what you needed for your new job, you had inadvertently brought mostly blue office supplies. Blue post-its, blue binders, blue pens; it was as if your brain found one color it liked in the store and made you match everything to calm your nerves. 

“Your sweater matches your binders…,” Josh observed. 

This was your second time you looked up at him in embarrassment, “Oh! Yeah…purely unintentional. It’s my nicest one and I wanted to make a good-”

“It looks nice on you, that shade of blue,” he interrupted. 

Before you could stop yourself, you started rattling off a quote from one of your favorite films, “Oh this sweater is not just blue, it's not turquoise, it's not lapis, it's-"

"...actually cerulean?" 

The smile that spread across your face could light up the entire room, it wasn’t a niche reference, but you were so glad he picked up on it and you didn’t embarrass yourself a third time. After that, your friendship with Josh quickly blossomed, and the ‘blue’ joke got to a point where Josh was calling you Blue to your face, a nickname that stuck no matter how many times you told him to stop. 

Six months into your stay at your current job, you walked into work thinking nothing of the date, but when you got to your desk you saw a familiar small white box with a blue bow taped to the top. You dropped your bag onto your desk and picked it up. Turning it over in your hands you saw that it was a Miranda Priestly Funko, and while you instantly understood who gave it to you, you were confused at the occasion. 

“Happy Six Months, Blue,” Josh said warmly behind you, startling you. 

“Six months?”

“Since you started here! I saw it online and you’ve worked really hard these last six months so I just thought…you needed a token of appreciation.” He leaned towards you and whispered, “since you and I both know corporate doesn’t keep up with such things.” 

You smiled up at him, warmed by the gesture, “thanks Josh…” 

After a few seconds of awkwardly standing there, Josh piped up, “go on…free her from her plastic prison. She’s running out of air and it's getting dark! I’m frightened for her.” Giggles escaped your mouth as you ripped open the box and freed your new Funko. She was put next to your Daphne, as they both held strong sentimental value now. 

You shook your head from the memories, needing to focus on the task at hand. Slipping on the dress and securing your heels, you gave yourself one last look in the mirror before you left for the party. Your hair was perfect, your eyelids dusted with a champagne-colored shimmer, and your lips were adorned with a neutral matte red. There was no way he could ignore you with the way you looked. 

Or so you thought. 

After nearly an hour of mingling, your “friend” had yet to even walk passed you. In fact it was pretty obvious he was avoiding you. He was only on the stupid decorating committee but you’d think he was the host of the entire party with the way he was flitting about the employees, giving them warm greetings and thanking them for coming. You didn’t want to follow him around like a lost puppy, but you kept deliberately putting yourself in his line of vision and he acted like you weren’t there. What the fuck? 

At this point, you were standing with a bunch of your coworkers on your floor, trying to not make it obvious you were glaring at Josh while slowly sipping your cocktail. By the grace of God, one of the men from your floor walked over with Josh in tow, firmly planting him in the little group that had gathered. He still avoided your gaze, keeping his eyes on Brad who clapped him on the shoulder and praised him for a project he had recently finished and was going to present next week. 

Your friend Stacy waved her hand at them, “oh come on no work talk tonight, we get enough of that during the day.” 

“I know, I know but Josh ran his ideas by me the other week and was telling me how it all came together at the end, I’m happy for him,” Brad defended. 

What? Josh never ran ideas with anyone else but you. You were always his first choice whenever he had something cooking in his head. Hell, you didn’t even know he had a big project lined up. But there he was, cheeks flushing at the praise. Under any other circumstances, your heart would stutter at the sight, adoring how bashful he could be, but right now? Right now it pissed you off, and you were on your second cocktail of the night. Your filter was nonexistent. 

“You told Brad about your new project?” You blurted out, slightly slurring your speech. 

At last, Josh finally addressed you, “yes? I wanted to run some numbers by him just to double che-”

“But you always run your ideas by me?” Unfortunately, the alcohol also made it impossible for you to hide the hurt in your voice. “You always ask to pick my brain on things.”

You took a step forward, “yes you do, and I always run my ideas by you in return. They always note how well we work together in meetings.” The rest of your coworkers stood there awkwardly not knowing what to do as you verbally sparred. You didn’t care, you stared at Josh barely blinking. His jaw was clenched, lips set in a line. But you couldn’t stop the words tumbling from your mouth, “you don’t even like Brad! You told me his projections were always off and he talks too much during meetings which is rich coming from-”

At this, Josh handed his drink off to the closest person and quickly grabbed your hand to pull you away from the group. He guided you through the crowd, and you dropped off your empty glass on a random table, not caring where it was. The only thing you could focus on was the warmth from his hand, and how he effortlessly laced your fingers together as he walked. This was the first time he had even touched you since that lunchtime makeout session. 

He swung the outside door open, leading you out onto the side deck of the venue. No one else was out here due to the cold, and the cold wind sobered you up a little. You stood next to the deck rail, glaring at him. 

“What the fuck, Josh?!” 

“What the fuck Josh? How about what the fuck, Blue?!” He’s giving you the hardest look he’s ever given you, his eyes a darker shade of brown you weren’t used to seeing, and no cheek dimple in sight. He continued, “I am preventing you from getting fired for running your mouth in front of everyone.” 

You sneer, “since when do you care what my mouth does?” 

He clenches his jaw again, and he swallows hard enough to see his Adam's apple bob beneath the gorgeous white turtleneck he was wearing. “You know what, I think you need to just stay out here for the rest of the night, and lay off the eggnog.” 

He started to walk off but you grabbed his arm before he could leave, “no, you don’t get to do this again. You have ignored me for nearly a month now.” You lowered your voice even though it was only the two of you outside, “we never even talked…about it…was I that bad?”

He spins to face you, and backs you up against the deck rail, placing both hands on either side of you, bracketing yourself between his arms. He stares at you for a few more seconds, before declaring in a gruff voice, “you were absolutely incredible, and that's the problem.” Your brows furrowed in confusion, and he continued, “I have done nothing but think of you since that day, hell I thought about you every single day before that. Ever since you walked into that office, in that fucking blue sweater, your perfectly coordinated desk supplies, your intelligence, the way you always have a comeback for everything…Blue, I could not get you out of my head even if I tried. But that day? When I finally got to taste you? Have you in my arms? It ruined me. Ruined me for everyone else. The mere thought of even talking to you afterwards sent all my blood south and I can’t walk around the office with a fucking boner, can I?”  You opened your mouth to speak, but he cut you off again, “and you show up here tonight, looking like this, knowing how much I love you in blue…you wicked little thing.” 

Just then, the door to the outside was swung open by someone that worked on a different floor, and you guessed they got the hint because they quickly went back inside. But as the door closed behind them, the two of you could hear Blue Christmas by Elvis being played loudly through the speakers inside. How appropriate. 

All of your worst case scenarios that had haunted your mind the last few weeks weren’t even true at all. Josh’s words had your heart hammering in your chest, and having him this close to you after a month-long cut off had you aching. His breath was hot as it fanned over your face, the rich chocolate of his irises that matched his brown suit were smoldering before you. Reaching up, you gently cupped his jaw the same way you did weeks ago on that bench, and just like before he leaned into your hand his eyes fluttered shut. 

“Blue…,” he whispered against your palm. 

“I missed you so fucking much. I don’t think you understand how empty I felt without you talking to me every day. Not hearing your daily complaints, not making me laugh, no eye contact during meetings when they got boring? I sat downstairs every single day, at our usual table, hoping to see you, but you never showed. I felt like I did something horribly wrong and you didn’t even have the decency to tell me otherwise,” he shook his head against your hand,  “You just shut me out with no explanation.”

“No..no I’m sorry for that…it was stupid, and cruel of me. I just didn’t know what to do. Every time I tried to talk myself into talking to you, it resulted in me thinking of scenarios that would’ve had us end up with multiple HR violations, and I just couldn’t do it.” He rested his forehead against yours, keeping his eyes closed. 

“Well, Kiszka, what are you going to do about it now?”

A low growl rumbled in his chest and he finally opened his eyes to look over your shoulder at the sprawling grounds of the country club. 

“What if I told you, that when we were looking for venues, I noticed that this particular one has an entire property just for a garden, that's currently out of season, and that there’s a greenhouse off to the side that they keep some of the plants indoors over the winter?” 

You were tempted to look over your shoulder to see what he was looking at, but you didn’t want your eyes to leave his face.

“Are you suggesting…?”

“I’m saying that I need to finish what I started four weeks ago.” 

Before you could respond he took your hand and led you down the steps of the deck and out onto the frost-covered lawn. The entrance to the garden wasn’t very far, but it was nestled in a brick fence. Once inside and out of sight, you got a glimpse at your surroundings. The garden was definitely winterized and dormant, but the hedges were evergreen and tall, successfully blocking anyone who might peer over to that side of the property from the main building. His fingers were still laced with yours as he took a sharp left and down a narrow path. As you traveled deeper into the garden, the party noise slowly fizzled out, and by the time you got to the greenhouse in question, you could barely hear anything other than the wind rustling branches. 

“It’s probably locked…,” you suggested, trying not to sound disappointed.

Josh briefly panicked, not quite thinking about that when he came up with this plan, but he quickly reached up to feel the top of the door frame. When his fingertips landed on cold metal, he nearly said a prayer out loud in gratitude. He held the key up to you, before spinning back around and trying it in the lock. As fate would have it, the lock clicked and the handle turned easily, granting you access. 

Inside, there were a few space heaters already running to keep the chilly night air outside. The temperature difference as you stepped inside was stark, and you shut the door behind you to keep any more winter air from coming in. One of the tables in the middle of the room had been cleaned off recently, with no pots or excess dirt littering the surface. When he was satisfied in his choice for this tryst, he turned around to face you again and backed you up into the door, colliding his lips to yours in a searing kiss. Your arms snaked around his neck, pulling him even closer. His hands flexed and kneaded your hips through the velvet fabric of your dress; his fingertips slowly bunching the material higher and higher until they met the skin underneath. He ran his hands along your skin, stopping abruptly when he felt the lacy material of your thong. He mapped out the lace blindly, tracing the woven pattern while pulling away from your lips to pant harshly against your face. 

“You were really walking around that party wearing these?”

“...you should see my bra…”

The only light in the greenhouse was from the waxing gibbous moon in the sky, streaming its moonbeams through the glass windows. But even with the limited light, you could see Josh’s eyes darken even more at your words. He couldn’t take it anymore, and reached down to firmly grip the back of your thighs and lifted you off the ground, wrapping your legs around his waist and he backed up and carefully set you back down on the cleared off table. His lips moved to your neck now, sucking bruises onto your skin, not giving a shit about the marks he left behind. You were his, goddamnit. Now that you were on the surface of the table, he reached back under your dress to tug your thong down your legs. He backed up just enough to slip it off your ankles and past your heels, but he didn’t let it fall to the floor, he looped it around his fingers to hold in front of his face to get a better look at it in the moonlight. It was fucking…blue. You wore dark blue lingerie tonight? Your mission to torture him was succeeding, and another growl grumbled in his chest. Your words from earlier echoed in his head, and after shoving your thong in his pocket, he quickly started tugging your dress off of you. Lifting your dress over your head, his eyes raked down your body. The height of the table gave him a perfect, eye level view of your breasts. The lace that perfectly cupped your flesh matched the thong in his pocket, and he had to lean against his hands on the edge of the table to compose himself. The wood dug into his skin a thought occurred to him, and he immediately ripped his jacket off and swung it around, laying it down behind you, so you wouldn’t have to feel the cold table against your skin. He looked up at you, silently asking permission and when you nodded his hands landed on your breasts, squeezing them through the lace. 

Josh stood before you, wearing absolutely too much in his white turtleneck and slacks. It was incredibly unfair, and you needed to fix that. In your tangle of limbs you clawed at the back of his shirt to pull it off of him. He got the hint and flung it over his head, letting it land on top of your dress beside you. Now it was your turn to gawk at him. This was the most you had ever seen of Josh at this point, and the sight of his perfectly unmarred skin in the moonlight had you drooling. Your hands itched to squeeze his shoulders and dig your nails into his skin. In a flurry, your bra quickly came off, nipples hardening in the chilly air. His mouth immediately closed around one of them, causing you to throw your head back and a reedy sigh escaped your lips. 

As much as you loved the attention he was giving you, you needed more. You needed him. Now. 

“Josh…please…,” you whined. 

He nodded and moaned against your chest, before popping off and returning to your mouth. As his lips devoured yours he reached down to undo his belt and slacks, the metal clanking against the side of the table. He pushed his pants down to his knees and brought one hand to his cock, squeezing it and giving himself a few pumps. You pulled away from his mouth just enough to look down at it, and a shiver of anticipation ran through you. Reaching down, you pushed his hand away and wrapped your fingers around him. 

“Fuck, baby…” rattled out of his mouth. Spurred on, you started to pump him yourself, let your thumb catch the drop of precum resting at the tip, smearing it around the head. His hand shook as he closed it around yours, stopping your movements. “Keep doing that and this will be over embarrassingly fast.” You giggled and moved your arms to rest on his shoulders, giving him a minute to compose himself. 

Finally, he stepped forward, closing the gap between you. He took his cock in his hand once again, dragging it up and down through your slit. You were so fucking wet. He looked at you again, silently asking-

“Josh you don’t do something I’m going to be the one leaving this time and never forgiving you.” 

With that he surged forward, filling you in one fluid motion, causing the both of you to moan into each other's mouths. Your hearts hammering in your chests. He didn’t waste no time before he reared back and filled you again, his teeth sinking into your shoulder as he bottomed out. As much as he wanted to, there wasn’t time to take this slow, and frankly after the last month there was too much tension built up between you to even fathom another pace. He leaned you back down onto his jacket, the satin lining felt cool and soft against your skin, and he hovered over you as best he could given the height of the table. 

Your legs instantly wrapped around his waist, locking your ankles right above his ass. As you promised yourself earlier, your nails dug into the soft flesh of his shoulders, and he hissed in your ear in response. Slowly you dragged your fingertips down his back as he pumped into you, the angle making his pelvis grind against your clit exactly the way you needed it. 

It was becoming apparent that the table wasn’t built for strenuous activities, and it started to creek and shift underneath you. Josh didn’t pay it any mind, he was too focused on peppering kisses all along your face and neck, not wanting to leave your skin for a second. He couldn’t get enough of you, and the fact that he was finally having you, was sinking in. He didn’t believe in love at first sight, but that first time he saw you while you took your tour around the office while he was at the supply closet? It had to be as close as one could get. He nearly dropped an entire stack of printer paper when you walked by and your perfume invaded his senses, causing him to look up to see where it was coming from. The sheer luck that you got assigned to the cubicle next to his, and how he pretended to be busy while you started sorting your things. He observed you for several minutes before making his presence known, in the least creepy way possible. You were just…adorable…in how you were organizing your desk, and how you muttered to yourself as you picked things out of the box.

 The crush he developed that day was strong from the beginning, and now? Now he had you completely. His skin was slapping against yours. Your fingers were tangled in his hair, tugging at the roots. Your thighs were squeezing his hips as he hiked one of them higher on his side, allowing him to bury himself deeper inside you. 

“You’re so fucking perfect…god, Blue…fuck…,” he rambled against your mouth, unable to hold back his words. 

You whimpered up at him, “you feel so good.”

“Yeah? Who's making you feel this good?” He lifted his head just enough to look you in the eyes. 

“...you…”

Not satisfied with your answer, he reared back and slammed back into you, harder than before, “no, who is making you feel this good?”

Oh, you knew what he wanted, but you weren’t going to give it to him this easily. Instead you just stroked his cheeks with your thumbs, smiling up at him. 

You wanted to be a brat, he thought, two could play at that game. He instantly pulled out of you, fighting every instinct in his body to stay inside. You whimpered at the sudden loss, your brows furrowing. 

“I’m going to ask you again…” 

For a split second you hated him. You had been so fucking close, and he literally ripped it away from you. Too desperate to keep playing you nearly shouted, “JOSH, you, Josh…you’re making me feel this good…” 

A smirk appeared on his face before he slammed back into you, “mmm…good girl.” 

This side of Josh was surprising you, but you loved it. You had never really taken him for a dominating type, but you couldn’t wait to see more of it in the future. But before you could think about that, your high came hurtling back to you. He reached between you, going straight for your clit and started swirling his fingers around it. You were so wet that his fingertips glided easily in figure-8 motions against the hard nub, causing you to writhe beneath him. His name tumbled from your lips repeatedly as you felt yourself climbing higher and higher. The combination of his fingers and the ridges of his cock dragging against your walls was too much, and you couldn’t hold back anymore. With a shout, you shook underneath him as you came. He continued to pump into you, chasing his own high and prolonging yours with his nimble fingers. You were squeezing him so hard as you rode out your high, and he only had about three thrusts left in him before he emptied himself inside you. His vision nearly went white as he came, and your actual first name shuddered from his mouth. 

Neither of you moved for several moments, but the feeling of his release slowly leaking out and around his cock was undeniable. You started to panic at how you were going to clean up, until Josh reached next to your shoulder where the inside pocket of his jacket was. Silently he fished out a white handkerchief. You caught a glimpse of the initials, JMK, stitched in gold thread in the corner before it disappeared between you two and he pulled out, making quick work to clean you up. When he was satisfied, he stood up fully to pull his slacks back up around his waist, and reached over for your bra, handing it back to you. You slowly sat up, your muscles still feeling like jelly. The two of you were quiet as you redressed yourselves, and you remembered he had your thong in his pocket. 

Holding your hand out, you asked, “can I have them back now?” 

Josh smirked again as he put his jacket back on, “no…I’m keeping those.” 

Your eyes widened as you stared at him, “Josh!” 

He took your hand and started to lead you to the door, “you can have them back when we get to my place…” 

Stopping dead in your tracks you say, “a little presumptuous don’t you think?” Josh’s eyes widened and he realized how that sounded, and he opened his mouth to apologize before you continued, “who said we were going to your place instead of mine?” You laughed at how his shoulders visibly relaxed at your words, and caught up with him at the door. 

“You really are a wicked little thing…,” he mumbled as you ventured back out into the cold. 

As you made it to Josh’s car, you thought you had done a good job at not being seen by anyone, but unbeknownst to the two of you, Stacy and Brad were standing on that same deck from earlier. They watched your very freshly-fucked selves climb into the Jeep before taking off.

A week or so later, on Christmas Eve-Eve, you were greeted to a present sitting on your desk. It was a decent sized box covered in blue wrapping paper, matching blue bow on top. 

“Merry Christmas, Blue,” your boyfriends voice sounded behind you. You looked over your shoulder at him, dropping your bag on your chair. “Go on…it’ll fit on your desk.” 

Skeptically you turned and ripped the wrapping paper off the box, the first thing you saw was the red LEGO square in the corner. Confused, you peeled off the rest of the paper to reveal your present. It was the greenhouse LEGO set. 

“You little shit.” 

FIN

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Watch and Learn

Author's Note: I know everyone who reads Valence is sad right now so here, have some absolutely disgusting filth that isn't even remotely sad. Big shoutout to @samkooszka for instigating and beta-ing

Summary: You and Danny find your third and try something very, very new

Content Warnings: all of the warnings, y’all, this is filthy, swearing, threesome, fingering, oral (m. and f. receiving), light bondage, dirty talk, double penetration, anal (18+ minors do not interact)

Word Count: 8k

You couldn't even remember who had suggested it.

"This is a one time thing, got it?"

Only that it had been suggested. And now that the seed had been planted, there was no unplanting it.

"Got it," Sam agreed, his face giving you a look, however, that said he did not in fact get it.

You and Danny didn't even consider yourselves anything special. Just friends who happened to enjoy having sex with one another. A lot.

"I'm serious, Sam. It's never happening again."

And then somehow the idea of a third had sprung up from the ground with a smirk already born there and Sam seemed more than eager to join you and Danny.

"Yeah, no, for sure."

"Danny."

"Just say it like you mean it, Sam. Trust me, it'll be better for all of us."

That's how it had started, although where it was going you hoped would be better.

"Okay fine. It's a one time thing. Until you ask for more."

"On second thought, I don't know why we even agreed to this."

"I'm kidding, I'm kidding," Sam relented finally with his hands on your shoulders. "Just let us take care of you, okay? Please? I won't make anymore jokes, I promise."

He seemed serious enough although you knew Sam better than that, enough to take it with a grain of salt.

"You promise?" you reiterated in a serious tone.

"I fucking swear it, princess," he said with a sweet smile, very Sam-like.

Your eyes flickered over to Danny, showing some hesitancy. But the smile Danny sent back was reassuring, like a nudge forward if you were still willing to take the step. And with the certainty in his eyes, you turned back to Sam with a nod, his lips finding yours almost instantly.

It was the first time you had kissed Sam and although it was nothing like kissing Danny, you felt heat growing inside of you as you opened your mouth for him, the smallest of sounds escaping your lips as his hands explored the expanse of your body, a sound that Danny seemed to hear and one that he certainly understood, having heard it plenty of times before when he was the one kissing you.

"Bedroom, Sam. Now," he ordered.

Pulling away, Sam took your hand and led you into your bedroom while Danny trailed behind, getting a good view as you walked with your short skirt and letting his hand smack your ass once, a giggle erupting from your lips that Sam ignored until he pulled you into the room and immediately brought you into a kiss against him.

Another small noise escaped your mouth as Danny's hands found your body from behind, feeling the buzz of anticipation as Sam's mouth commanded yours and Danny's lips trailed along your neck, his hands at your hips.

But Sam pulled back again, seemingly displeased by the position and the proximity of his friend.

“You know, you’re the one that always gets to have his fun,” Sam started, pulling away and addressing Danny even as his eyes fixed to your lips as he rested your chin between his fingers.

"Yeah, well, this is our thing," Danny mumbled as he pulled you back into his chest before reaching forward to grab Sam's shirt and pull him into you.

Danny moved his hand into your hair and gently pulled your head back, angling it just so to let Sam easily meet your lips again. But the kiss was brief before Sam pulled back yet again.

"Well the point of a third is to do something a little different, isn't it?"

His eyes flickered between you and Danny, a hint of a smirk teasing at his lips, plush and almost kiss-swollen already.

Danny said nothing, only hummed inquisitively before Sam continued to the point.

“Maybe you’re better off sitting on the sidelines this time.”

“That wasn’t the deal, Sam,” Danny was quick to chime in, though admittedly, you didn’t hate the idea of Danny watching for a bit. Not sitting on the sidelines entirely, no. But perhaps watching and waiting, forced to be patient which he most certainly was not when it came to you. It was enticing, to say the least.

He caught the glint in your eye that must have matched Sam’s before you even said anything as he stepped from behind you to meet you at your side as he confronted Sam, his eyes turning to yours instead when he found the look there.

“Not a chance in hell I’m not touching you tonight,” he argued again, the heat of anger suddenly seeping into the lust already heavy behind his eyes.

"Well, Sammy is right,” you shrugged, trying on a sweet tone to see if you could convince him to try something new. “We should mix things up a little bit."

“Fuck you, Sam,” Danny scoffed in answer, never letting his eyes leave you. Or his hands.

“You wouldn’t do that for me?” you tried again, letting your arms reach up to circle around his neck. “You wouldn’t want to watch him try and make me come the way you do?”

He was considering it, you could tell, even if he didn’t want you to know it. But the idea of the competition was certainly one Danny could never really turn down and after a moment of chewing his lip, he sighed finally.

“Only if I get to touch after.”

You gave him a wide smile.

“Always. He'll get to touch after, won't he, Sammy?"

"We'll see how good he is."

Danny sent him a glare which Sam ignored, opting instead to find a chair as you moved your hands to Danny’s chest, trying to bring his focus back to you.

“I’m gonna kill him.”

His eyes followed him out the door so you took his face in your hands, bringing his gaze back to yours.

“Just relax, beautiful, I’ll make it worth your while,” you smiled.

You pulled him into a kiss, one that started gentle as he melted into your hands, tasting you for the first time that day and finding it suddenly hard to breathe. The kiss quickly turned much more heated as his hands found your waist and pulled you in, his teeth nipping at your bottom lip just before he let his tongue slide into your mouth. He was just as in control as he ever was before Sam interrupted with a chair in his hands, setting it down behind Danny and distracting him from your lips.

“Y/n, maybe you should make Danny a little more comfortable.”

That was all you wanted, to make Danny comfortable, to treat him right.

You wasted no time pushing Danny back to sit in the chair, moving to straddle him and reattach your lips, letting yourself grind down on him ever so slightly as you kissed him, moreso for your sake than his admittedly.

Your hands worked his shirt up over his head as your lips parted only briefly, exposing the smooth expanse of his toned chest with a tuft of hair beneath his collarbone and the tantalizing trail down by his navel, dipping into his sweatpants. He was almost impossible not to stare in awe at but the sweetness of his tips, the taste of his tongue on yours, the gentle moans that rolled from his chest like Sam wasn’t even there, it was all too much to sit back and enjoy the view. You wanted to taste, you wanted to touch.

Your hands worked at the ties of his sweatpants soon after you tore your lips from his, letting him watch breathlessly as you pulled the soft material along with his boxers down around his thick thighs and worked them off his legs, freeing his long, hard erection that you couldn’t help but stare in awe at.

It was like Sam faded into the background as you moved to straddle him again, this time slowing your movements to really feel him, resting there between your legs, building light friction between your bodies as his cock throbbed and pulsed against your clothed clit. You wanted nothing more than to yank your panties to the side, line him up with your entrance, and sink down on him, to ride him slowly through bliss, working him through it easily and letting him cling to you while you did. He wanted it too, if the sounds he moaned against your lips as you licked into his mouth again were any indication.

But it was short lived.

“What the fuck, Sam?!” Danny yelled suddenly, his arms being pulled away from you one by one as they disappeared behind the chair, where Sam still stood, now looking busy.

You couldn’t tell what he was doing hidden behind the chair but you realized it soon after Danny’s outburst: he was tying Danny to the chair.

“Sam, untie me,” Danny barked, struggling against his friend to free his wrists while being careful not to knock you off his lap.

“But we don’t want you interrupting,” Sam answered plainly, continuing what he was doing.

“Sam, un-fucking-tie me right now,” Danny tried again, anger heating again behind his eyes as he turned his face sharply to try and get a look at Sam.

“Well that’s just not even nice,” Sam only mumbled.

You moved your hands back to Danny’s face, forcing his eyes back on yours. Of course, the idea of Danny being tied up and helpless did go straight to your center. But you would never do anything he wasn’t comfortable with, no matter how insistent Sam was.

“Do you want me to untie you?” you asked simply, trying your best to ignore Sam.

Danny’s breathing had quickened, partially from the heated kiss, partially from his anger at Sam, but you could tell there was part of him that still wanted to play along for your sake, the lust and need growing hot behind his eyes, his pupils blown wide with it and his cock aching because of it.

“You’ll make it worth it?” he asked between clenching and unclenching teeth, his chest rising and falling fast.

“I’ll make it worth it,” you promised with a nod before snaking your hand between your bodies to stroke the thick erection that was already desperate and angry for your touch.

He sighed at the contact, his eyes falling shut as he swallowed hard.

“Y-you can leave me tied if and only if you’re prepared to suffer the consequences after.”

You gave him a smile that he caught as he reopened his eyes, a whisper of a, “Yes sir,” on your lips just before you climbed off his lap and dropped to your knees in front of him.

“You remember our safeword?”

“Always.”

With that, you were ready to take him in your mouth and reward his open-mindedness but Sam had other plans in mind now that his friend was safely secured to the chair and unable to prevent whatever was about to happen.

“Uh uh uh, he’s just watching right now, remember?” Sam stopped you with a hand at your shoulder, holding you back, even as your mouth watered for Danny’s cock.

You wanted nothing more than to take him into your mouth so far that you gagged on him, just to hear those sweet sounds that he always made, but you obeyed Sam's reprimand, giving Danny an apologetic look instead as you left him with nothing more than a kiss to the swollen ridge where the head of his cock met his shaft, standing to meet Sam in between the bed and where Danny’s chair sat.

Danny could do nothing but watch as Sam helped you strip down to your bra and panties, taking you in with a subtle gasp at his lips as he stood back to admire you, almost bringing a blush to your cheeks as he did so.

"Jesus, you are beautiful. Danny is a lucky man."

"Not tonight, it seems," Danny chimed in angrily even despite Sam addressing him like he wasn’t even in the room.

"Does he always pout like this when he doesn't get what he wants?"

"No, he usually gets what he wants.” You gave Danny a knowing smile and he flashed a smug look back, looking proud of himself despite the way he still flexed against his ties to try out their integrity.

"Fucking right, I do. Now stop talking about me and touch her already so I can watch her wish it were me."

"Need to teach him some manners," Sam mumbled as he stepped toward you again and let his lips reconnect to yours, humming against you as he backed you up slowly to the bed behind you until the backs of your knees hit the plush material of the mattress.

Danny might have seethed if he could have felt the way your heart did a flip in your chest at the sudden anticipation.

"Why don't you show him what he's missing," Sam continued as he pushed you down onto your knees with one hand on your shoulder while the other began working at his belt and jeans, the strain in his pants beginning to look more than uncomfortable, having grown while he had watched you straddle Danny with excitement and desperation.

You ignored the ache of the hardwood against your knees as you turned to the side to give Danny a good view of your actions, slow and teasing as they were while you took over Sam’s task for him, unbuttoning his jeans with a flick of your thumb and dragging the zipper down in an agonizing pace that had Sam visibly twitching with excitement as you went.

You’d never seen Sam naked but the outline in his boxer briefs as you worked his jeans down his legs didn’t leave much to the imagination. He wasn’t quite as girthy as Danny was but he was just as long and he leaked for you just the same as you let your thumb swipe along his tip over the material that still separated him from you.

You reveled in the way he groaned at the feeling of your fingertip following the curve of his outline in his boxer briefs, smiling to yourself at the sharp inhale you heard from above you as you finally hooked your finger into the waistband of the material and pulled them down to join his pants around his ankles, watching in captivation as his throbbing cock sprang free of its confines, bobbing up and down in a mouthwatering rhythm.

You sank further down onto your knees to take him in your mouth, spreading your thighs apart ever so slightly to do so and moaning at the brief contact of the cool floor against your center. But before you wrapped your lips around him, you decided it was only fair to treat him the way you usually treated Danny, do all of the things you knew he liked, just to see what Sam liked too. So instead, you started the way you usually did with the drummer still tied to the chair, by nuzzling your nose up against the underside of his shaft as you licked all the way from the base to the tip, dragging your tongue in as much of an agonizing pace as you had backing your movements with his zipper.

Sam twitched immediately at the tease, a gentle curse falling out of his mouth in a breathy moan, but Danny seemed much less satisfied, seeming to notice what you were doing instantly.

“Fucking brat,” he mumbled, unhappy from his view much too far away even as you caught the way his own dick twitched against his stomach, no doubt wishing and imagining it were him instead.

You laughed out a sickeningly sweet sound that had Sam groaning as he pulled your hair up into a makeshift ponytail with one hand, guiding your head back away from his cock and angled up to his face instead.

"Open your mouth, pretty girl," he instructed, being met with no resistance as you opened your mouth and let your tongue slide out to catch the spit he dropped from his lips, not letting your mouth close before letting his cock rest against your tongue again, smearing the saliva along the underside of his shaft before you took him fully in your mouth.

"Fucking christ." You heard Danny strain against his ties from your right and you tried to stifle the arrogance you felt over making him sweat the way you were, all without ever touching him, as you turned your focus to Sam’s cock nudging at the back of your throat and the saliva already running down your neck, down your chest.

"Feels even better than it fucking looks," Sam answered Danny breathlessly, even though Danny most certainly was not asking, as his head fell back and an ‘o’ shape formed on his lips, a silent curse escaping as you built to a steady pace of gliding your mouth down around him, letting him nudge the back of your throat, and pulling off with a tight suction, all to repeat the actions again and again.

You took him deeper into your mouth, gagging yourself lightly on him, just enough to bring tears to your eyes to run your mascara and a throaty noise to his lips that had you sinking a little further down to grind against the floor.

You were rewarded with a strained sound from both boys that time as you moaned at the feeling, sending a vibration up Sam’s cock and a metaphorical vibration through Danny’s spine as he watched you grind shamelessly against the floor the way you usually did against his thick thigh when he was in the mood to really make you work for what you wanted.

You didn't exactly feel bad though. He deserved to work a little, too. It was only fair.

You turned your head to look at him, Sam’s cock still in your mouth but now pressed into the side of your cheek as you watched the boy who wanted so badly to rip out of his constraints and take you right there on the floor. His eyes looked desperate even though his jaw was clenched tight, internally battling himself trying to keep his composure and his control, unrelenting as ever. But his eyes gave him away.

"Does he look desperate?" Sam questioned with his eyes fixed to where his cock disappeared between your lips, still sucking at his head, unable to look away but wanting to keep the control he had in that moment.

You only managed a hum, trying to make the sound sweet for Danny to let him know you loved what you saw just as much as you loved what you tasted. And you really did love both judging by the pool of moisture between your legs puddling in your panties.

"Don't get used to him in your mouth, baby," Danny finally unclenched his jaw to speak, watching you with an almost dangerous look as you ignored his desperation in favor of the boy standing in front of you, sucking on the head of his cock like a lollipop, letting your tongue circle it taste the precum beading at the top.

"Oh but doesn't she look so pretty with her lips wrapped around me?" Sam was quick to chime in despite his near breathless voice, a slave to your mouth in that moment, really.

"She'd look even better with my cock in her mouth."

Sam tutted at Danny before pulling you off of his cock as you gasped and helping you stand to your feet. “Always a competition."

He looked somehow almost fucked out already, his eyes heavy with torment, wanting to keep you on your knees until he came but wanting to come inside of you even more. A true dilemma.

"Get naked and sit," he instructed, gesturing to the bed as his other urges won.

“Such a gentleman,” Danny scoffed, even as you did as you were told, sitting at the edge of the bed and letting your thighs rest open ever so slightly, giving Danny a teasing view of what you knew he loved. And missed.

“I don’t think our girl likes a gentleman,” Sam fired back, taking a few steps backward to stand next to Danny as they both fixed their eyes to you.

You gave them a smirk as you squeezed your legs shut, disrupting their view only to add, “Being gentle is overrated, I think we can all agree.”

Danny hummed in agreement as Sam’s eyes raked up and down your naked form, clearly far too distracted to register your words.

"Spread your legs for us," he ordered instead, suddenly looking a little less patient than he had before.

"Finally we agree," Danny commented back, and suddenly you were all too aware of the gazes fixed on you, waiting, wanting, doing obscene things to you with their eyes, in their minds. It brought a blush into your cheeks, even as you did what you were told.

They were like sharks looking at their last meal.

You were dripping when you spread your legs with a sheepish look on your face, letting your knees fall open as you spread your ankles wide and leaned back with your palms against the mattress, awaiting your next instruction.

"Play with yourself. Show us what your fingers do when you're alone," Sam ordered again, his eyes lost in your body and his mind clearly short-circuiting.

You could have sworn it made Danny smug just knowing he had something Sam wanted so desperately.

You let your fingers fall between your legs as you propped yourself up with only one hand behind you then, tracing your fingertips up through your folds and letting them stretch the moisture that had collected there to give them a show of how wet you were, a bit more theatrical admittedly than you were when you were alone. It seemed to please, though, as you watched Sam wrap his hand loosely around his cock to stroke himself lazily and watched Danny wish he could do the same, both of them in an almost trance-like state.

"If you're not gonna touch her then let me," Danny growled as he watched you draw wet circles over your clit, the muscles in his shoulders more tense than you had ever seen them as the head of his cock leaked angrily, swollen and red.

You let yourself moan loudly at your own touch, imagining it was Danny first and then Sam instead of your own fingers, long and lean and pumping beautifully in and out of you. But it was only your own, drawing lazy circles on your bundle of nerves, not getting you nearly as far as their eyes alone did as they watched, each practically holding their breath.

After a moment of only working yourself from the outside, you dipped two fingers in, sliding them inside easily with the slick that had been collecting long before you had gotten to that point, sticking between your two fingers as you tried to push them as far in as Danny usually did, to no avail really.

Danny was skilled with his fingers, much better at getting you off than even you were when you were alone. And you could only imagine how skilled his bassist friend was with his, silently hoping you wouldn't have to imagine for long as you gave them both another pornographic moan, scissoring your fingers inside of you the way Danny sometimes did, though it felt nothing like when he did it.

"Oh, I'm going to touch her," Sam corrected finally, unable to keep his hands off of you for any longer despite only having watched you for mere moments, dropping to his knees as soon as he reached the bed.

He looked beautiful on his knees, you had to admit. He gave Danny a run for his money the way his lips parted and he took hold of your ankles, hoisting them up over his shoulders as he dragged you closer to the edge of the bed, his eyes so lost in desperation that he almost seemed frantic to lick you, like he might pass away from dehydration if he didn’t bury his tongue inside of you right that second.

You were desperate for him to taste you too, to ease the ache growing between your legs that your fingers simply couldn’t stifle, not on their own.

"Make sure you look him in the eyes when you say my name," was all he said before he delved between your legs and pushed his tongue into you before withdrawing it to flick against your clit with fervor.

"Oh fuck!" you gasped at the sudden contact, having to catch yourself with your other hand against the mattress to keep from falling backwards as Sam worked his talented tongue against your throbbing clit.

You tried to find Danny’s eyes against the weight of the pleasure threatening to pull your eyes shut as you whispered Sam’s name, a plea for him to lick you faster, to give you relief from the pressure that was already beginning to build thanks to the teasing of your fingers and the shameless friction you sought against the hardwood floor as you had sucked Sam’s cock.

You gasped lightly as his tongue expertly worked over your clit, trying to keep a shred of dignity as Danny’s eyes watched you intently, though why, you weren’t really sure. It’s not as if you’d ever had that much dignity to begin with, certainly not when clothes came off.

"What's the matter? You're usually way louder than that," Danny smirked, not that he was in much of a position to tease.

You scoffed in exasperation at him, still trying to move your hips to glide your clit against Sam’s tongue yourself to get more friction, to drive you closer to the edge. But as Sam moved a hand off your ankle and let one of his long fingers tease at your entrance before slipping in to pump in and out of you, the damn of muffled sound that had built finally burst.

"Sam, shit, yes!" you cried as he curled his finger upward, all while letting his lips suck and his tongue lap at your clit.

Danny was silent but you could tell he wasn’t happy with the way Sam’s name rolled off your tongue so easily, the way you fell apart so quickly when at the mercy of his hands and mouth. You couldn’t bring yourself to care, though, the only object of your attention being the way Sam was making you feel, like you were fucking floating.

"Tell him how good it feels," he mumbled from between your legs before setting his tongue to work again, licking you in a relentless rhythm as his finger worked, dragging out almost completely before pressing into you again each time.

"Feels so fucking good, oh my god," you panted.

You were a mess really, the way your chest heaved and you clawed at the sheets. But Danny was visibly struggling too, his cock twitching against his stomach, his muscles taught and flexing, and his jaw snapping shut so hard you suddenly worried he might shatter his teeth.

And his breathing seemed just as heavy and uneven as yours, like he felt it too.

"Fuck," he whispered under his breath, and then louder, "Do you think she deserves to come?"

It was mean of him to try to deny you even though you weren’t the one tied up, though you knew he was desperate for any ounce of control he could get, feeling out of his element unable to touch you, unable to be the one to undo you, to taste you.

And you knew Sam would want to play that game too, even before he pulled his tongue away from your pussy begging to be licked as he replaced his mouth with his thumb against your clit, earning a whine from you as you mourned the loss of his warm, wet tongue pressed against your clit, even as his thumb did it’s best to keep up the light circles.

"Hmm, maybe not quite yet. What do you have in mind?"

You couldn’t help but send Danny a death glare, suddenly angry that he was interrupting your path to a mindblowing orgasm in Sam’s mouth.

"I think she needs to work a little harder than that.” You could have cursed him for how pleased he suddenly was with himself. “She did let you tie me up, after all."

And then your anger turned into pleading as you realized Sam was going to abandon your sorry pussy altogether and deny you.

"Shit, no, please, please let me come Sam," you begged the boy still working you with his hand, trying to give him the most desperate look you could manage to convince him to take pity on you and just let you come already. But it was no use.

"Maybe on my dick while you watch?"

The question was directed at Danny but you answered in his stead, breathing out a quick and frantic, "Yes, please, please, anything."

"Greedy," Danny uttered under his breath, still smirking wickedly.

"So greedy,” Sam agreed, finally stopping his movements altogether and eliciting a pathetic whimper from you as he did so. “And to think, you’re the one over here being touched while poor Danny can't even touch himself."

He stood to his feet and crossed to the side of the bed, climbing on top and moving behind you before pushing you forward onto all fours and letting his fingers shove into you harshly to collect your slick, using it to smother his cock and make his fist glide better as he gave himself a few pumps.

"You get all of this and what does he get?" he breathed as he lined himself up, conveniently ignoring the fact that it was his idea to tie up Danny, like he was pitting him against you just to make you both work for it.

It was cruel but the moment he pushed the head of his cock between your folds, your anger fled your body.

You both moaned at the feeling as he bottomed out, your own lips forming a sound that was an obscene mix of his name and a curse.

"God, she feels so fucking good,” you heard Sam gasp from behind you. “I can see why you can't keep your hands off her, so fucking warm and wet and tight."

Another gentle tease to incite Danny’s anger that had the desired effect as Danny practically growled, "Shut up, Sam," a little less smug now that Sam’s cock was buried inside of you and you looked like you were in ecstasy.

The way Sam had filled your mouth was nothing compared to the way he filled your tight pussy, reaching all of the right spots as he found a rhythm that had you grasping at the sheets in front of you and almost unable to make any noise at all.

"You should try taunting him a little, it's fun," Sam’s voice noticeably strained but he didn’t relent his teasing.

You might have even listened, too, but another sharp thrust sent the head of his cock pressing roughly against your g-spot, hitting that spot over and over again as he quickened his pace, and the words it elicited from your mouth were enough for Sam to make Danny regret ever letting him force him to the sidelines.

"Oh shit, Sam, right there!"

"Right there?” he parroted back in a smug question. “Hear that, Danny? I think I found it."

You both ignored the unhappy sound that fell from Danny’s lips, delicious as it was.

"Fuck, yes, right there. Right there, keep going." It was like a chant on your lips as you felt that familiar feeling of pleasure build inside of you, forcing the breath from your lungs as your mind began to go blank and you snaked a hand down to your clit to rub the familiar pattern there as Sam’s cock continued to find the spot that made your eyes roll.

"'Right there. Keep going',” Sam mocked you in a mean tone that hurt Danny much more than it did you, “She's easier than she looks."

Danny struggled against his restraints almost instantly, looking dangerously close to freeing himself, so much so that Sam’s movements hesitated ever so slightly for a moment as he watched in wonderment, going back to fucking you hard when Danny was still tied soundly to the chair after the struggle.

"Uh-oh, I think I made him mad."

He looked dangerous that way, a scary look behind his eyes like he couldn’t decide what he would do to you once he was free: tease you relentlessly or simply skip to the part where he shoved his cock into you and made you cry from how many times he made you come.

Probably a mix of both.

You didn’t care what the consequences were, really, unable to stop yourself from pressing back into Sam to meet his every thrust, feeling his skin slap against the back of your thighs and shuddering at the obscene sound it made in the otherwise quiet room.

"Come on, talk to me, dirty girl,” Sam coaxed you, taking a less-than graceful fistful of your hair and using that as his grip instead of your hips as he continued pounding into you relentlessly from behind. “I know you want to."

Danny's eyes seemed to be giving you a warning, like he was cautioning you against it, preparing to make you pay for every word you spoke to Sam in that state. It made it even more delicious to give Sam what he wanted, knowing how far it pushed Danny.

"Jesus christ, Sam, you feel so fucking good filling me up," you gasped in one breath, never letting your eyes leave Danny's.

Sam seemed to catch on almost instantly given the look in Danny's eyes, fiery and dangerous.

"That's it," he coaxed you along as he continued his movements. "Make him sorry for feeling entitled to you."

It spurred you on as you dug your heels into the mattress and used your thighs to meet Sam's thrusts harder, practically bouncing against him with the force of the way you met each other’s hips.

"I could bounce on your cock all day long," you moaned again in the sweetest voice you could manage, even as Sam's thrusts knocked your breath into a shaky cadence, "let you fill my tight pussy whenever you wanted."

"Jesus," Sam whispered, his pace coming harder and quicker as he began chasing his own pleasure while pushing yours along with it.

Danny looked like he was losing his grip too, watching you chant Sam’s name like a prayer, begging him to let you finish on his cock.

“Oh my god, Sam,” you gasped, no longer a taunt as your brain began to go fuzzy the more the electricity sparked throughout your body.

“Fuck,” Danny gasped along with you, watching your eyes begin to tear up.

“Say his name,” Sam grunted as his movements began to turn sloppy and feverish. “Make him wish it were him.”

A light whisper of his name was all you managed as you met his eyes, his eyes that pleaded with you to give him something, anything, even though he remained silent, like he was afraid to open his mouth, afraid of the frustrated whimper that would escape if he did.

“Louder,” was all Sam said as he himself struggled to form words.

“Danny, fuck!” you repeated louder, earning a frustrated groan from the boy still watching you with his hands tied to the chair as his eyes screwed shut and he tried to shake the unholy pleasure off.

“That’s more like it,” Sam grunted, though you were feeling far too lost in the desperation of being close to even register his praise.

“Oh my god, I’m gonna come,” you breathed a bit more urgently as you teetered over the ledge, staring down at the chasm of pleasure Sam was about to drown you in.

“Tell him,” he demanded through now clenched teeth.

“Danny, I’m gonna…I’m so fucking close, I’m gonna come.”

“Shit, shit, s-shit,” Danny muttered in a trance-like state, looking like he was about to lose it completely with his mouth dropping open and his eyes rolling as his head fell backward, jutting his chin toward the ceiling as his hips jutted forward, like his cock was desperately seeking a touch that wasn’t there.

It was a fucking sight to see as Sam pushed you closer and closer to the edge.

“Fuck, yes, right there, right there, don’t stop," you practically sobbed as you felt it begin to wash over you, just barely.

But it was Danny who snapped first, spilling onto his abdomen with a string of filthy moans and curses as his biceps flexed and strained hard, his breathing coming in hot bursts as he was unable to touch himself and coax himself gently through his orgasm. Even Sam's movements slowed as you both watched in awe as Danny's arms and wrists tensed so hard that the ties binding him that Sam clearly didn't tie well enough loosened, and with another grunt as he came down, he was freeing himself from the chair, looking like he was ready for someone to face the consequences of what had just happened.

You heard Sam breathe out a low, "Shit," as his movements stopped altogether, only watching as Danny sauntered over to you, still a dripping mess, and wrapped his hand around your throat, forcing you to look up at him.

“Clean it up,” he growled, grabbing you by your hair and guiding you forward into the cum dripping down his abdomen. “Clean up the mess you made.”

You felt the vibration of the filthy moan that dripped off your tongue before you ever heard it and you felt Sam chase your hips as he watched you press your chest into the mattress and drag your tongue from where Danny’s cock met his pelvis, through the tuft of hair marking his happy trail and collecting the release through the lines of his stomach.

“Holy shit,” you heard Sam breathe, hardly even a word so much as it was a gasp for air.

Danny hummed in satisfaction above you as you swallowed down the first gulp, barking orders to Sam as he pulled you by your hair off the bed and shoved you down onto your knees in front of him.

“Sam, on your back," he ordered, a protest following from Sam not long after that Danny was quick to stifle. "You're not in charge anymore. But don't worry, I'll make you both come."

It seemed like a promise and one that Sam believed as he quietly moved into the position Danny had not-so-nicely requested, wrapping his hand around himself as he did so and watched you lap eagerly at Danny's abdomen, squeezing your thighs together to somehow stifle the arousal you felt, dizzyingly thick in the air around you.

It was far past filthy, having Sam watch as you licked Danny’s cum off his abdomen and swallowed it dutifully, returning your tongue to his skin eagerly after each gulp. The image alone could have done you in.

"Good girl,” Danny cooed sweetly before finding his stern tone again. “Now straddle him.”

He pulled you up to your feet again and turned you sharply toward the bed, slapping your ass not exactly gently as you climbed back onto the mattress and moved to straddle Sam, letting your thighs settle at his hips with his cock leaking angrily between your legs.

"Don't be shy,” you heard Danny tease from somewhere behind you, “let him fill you up."

Even through the shaky breaths of anticipation and uncertainty as to what Danny was about to do, Sam still stared up at you with lust-blown eyes, wrapping his hand around himself, still glistening from when he had been inside of you moments earlier, and helping you lift your hips to line up with him, his eyes falling closed with a soft sigh as you sank down onto him again.

You weren’t sure Danny wanted you to move but you really couldn’t resist doing so with the sight of Sam beneath you, cheeks flushed pink and lips parted as he panted, and the feeling of him inside of you, stretching you with ease and nudging against your cervix. So you didn’t deny yourself what you wanted and lifted your hips once, bringing them back down slowly, letting yourself glide over him as he whimpered.

But the sound of Danny lathering his still hard dick in lube behind you caught your attention, though before you could turn to look, he was dipping the mattress with his weight, bringing his chest flush with your back and his cock heavy against the swell of your ass.

"Since you like to be so full," he mumbled against your ear.

And then suddenly you felt what he was about to do as he lined himself up with your ass, not something you and Danny hadn’t done before but something you certainly hadn’t done in front of another person. Or, on top of, rather.

You suddenly felt the consequences for what you and Sammy had done.

“Is this okay?” he asked softly in your ear, keeping his cock in his hand and pushing no further until you gave him a meek nod.

“Sam, you okay with this?” he asked a little louder.

Sam could see what was happening from his angle but it seemed the anticipation had stolen the breath from his lungs, just as it had you, and all he managed was a breathy agreement but an agreement nonetheless. And with it, Danny dropped his soft demeanor and pushed into you, causing you and Sam both to moan loudly at the feeling as his cock glided along Sam’s not too far away.

“Holy shit,” Sam gasped, throwing his head back into the pillow behind him and moving one hand to fist at the sheets next to him while his other gripped at your hip to try and prevent you from moving, having been pushed dangerously close to the edge by Danny’s single thrust.

“How does that feel, two cocks in you at once?” Danny practically growled into your ear.

You fought the urge to remain silent. He deserved to hear how he made you feel, especially after watching Sam have his fun with you for half the night, although words seemed nearly impossible in that moment.

“F-fucking in-incredible,” you gasped, feeling the words slur off your tongue like you were drunk on both of them.

Danny thrusted forward once, a long, languid thrust that both you and Sam felt every inch of, and the feeling alone had Sam moaning out an unholy sound as Danny’s name fell from your lips like a chant.

“Shit!” Sam cursed as Danny withdrew and worked himself into a slow yet blinding rhythm, stretching you almost as far as you could go with the two of them inside of you.

It was like nothing you’d ever felt before, being filled by both of them at the same time. It felt wholly indecent, like a sin you’d need to repent for later while silently waiting with baited breath until you could feel it again. It was fucking breathtaking and you could tell Sam was losing himself beneath you just as quickly as you were.

"Getting close already, Sam?" Danny asked in a teasing tone as he moved one hand to grip your hip and the other to hold your throat to keep you from falling against Sam.

"Fuck, I can…I can hold it," Sam promised in a huff, not exactly believable given his state.

"Wrong answer," was all Danny said back, pushing into you harder and faster, setting a dangerous pace that threatened to split you in half.

You watched through the stars clouding your vision as Sam’s head pushed further back into the pillow, watched his mouth fall open, watched his Adam’s apple bob up and down in his throat, right before he lost the fight altogether.

"Come on, be a good boy for her and fill her up," Danny urged in a low, husky voice that filled your ears like honey, dripping in lust.

Sam didn’t need the coaxing though. He was already gone, coming hard inside of you with one of the more lewd noises you’d ever heard, a beautiful sound that went straight to your core.

You were practically drooling, dizzy at the feeling of Danny inside of you, barely enough room for his heavy cock with Sam also stuffed inside of you, filling you to the brim with his cock and his cum.

"Fuck, please," Sam pleaded, pleasure suddenly turning into overstimulation as Danny seemed to quicken his movements, thrusting into you harder to bring you closer to your orgasm while simultaneously making Sam pay for ruining his.

"We're not done until she comes," Danny growled, unrelenting.

"Oh my god," you breathed, still feeling pure pleasure even as Sam began to squirm beneath you, trying his best to hold it together until you came around him.

"Yeah? Does that feel good?" Danny asked, gripping your throat tighter.

"O-oh my god," you repeated, your lungs hardly able to make a sound.

"I think you said that one already, sweetheart."

You were undeniably close, spurred on by his words, teasing as they were, and by the way he pounded into you without a care for the way Sam squeezed his eyes shut and struggled to breathe through the overstimulation, curses falling more regularly the longer Danny moved.

"Danny, I'm-" you started, cut off by a gasp that halted the words in their place on your tongue as your eyes began to roll back and your hands desperately sought a grip, anything really, finding Sam’s hands as you searched frantically.

"You're what?"

Danny was far too smug for your liking but jesus, if he wasn’t going to be your undoing.

"I'm gonna-" you tried again as Sam gripped your hands hard, trying his best to help you ground yourself through it.

"Come on, baby, you can do it," Danny urged, his tone suddenly going much sweeter.

"God, please, I can't. T-too much," Sam gasped beneath you, squeezing your hands a little harder as tears began to form in the corners of his eyes.

"Oh but she's there, aren't you, y/n?"

You most certainly fucking were. And thank god too because it looked like Sam was about to snap in half and break completely.

"Oh my god yes, I'm there, I'm fucking there!"

"Good fucking girl," Danny praised you, barely a sound you could hear as he released you from his grip and pushed you down onto Sam who buried his hand in your hair and let you claw at him while you came around him, harder than you ever had before and clenching around him so tightly that the pain of overstimulation suddenly sent him into blinding bliss for a second time as you milked him of everything he had left to give.

"Stop, please fucking stop, I can't take it anymore, Danny, please," Sam begged again as the pleasure was much more short lived than the first time. And Danny halted his movements immediately, leaning down to kiss your shoulder blade as you came down from your high in Sam’s arms.

"You both still with me?" he asked, no hint of smugness or dominance in his voice any longer.

You and Sam both gave meek yeses, earning a chuckle from Danny as he pulled himself from you carefully.

"Hang on, let me clean you both up."

Danny stood silently to get a washcloth, leaving you to push yourself off of Sam with his help, exhausted as he was. You collapsed next to him the moment your hips met the mattress, curling into his side as he tucked his arm under your neck and pulled you close.

When Danny reappeared, he had a washcloth to throw to Sam who began to wipe himself off as Danny helped you get cleaned up with a second in his hand, easing into bed on your opposite side once it had been discarded in the hamper.

"That was…" you began, too tired and braindead to even complete the sentence.

"Exhausting," Sam finished for you without even opening his eyes.

Danny agreed with nothing more than a nod as he wrapped his arm around your waist and pulled himself in closer, sandwiching you in warmth between himself and Sam.

"Okay…maybe not a one time thing," you said in a whisper after a beat of silence save for the heavy breathing slowly returning to normal.

"I fucking knew it!” Sam exploded suddenly, finding energy to revel in his rightness.

It earned a laugh from both you and Danny.

"But we’re tying you up next time," Danny added quickly.

[seenoversundown]

❄️ White Christmas ❄️

Warnings : Smut (Oral F Receiving) / Suggestive language / Fluff

Word Count: 3k

Jake x Charlotte (OC)

White Christmas - Bing Crosby "I'm dreaming of a white Christmas With every Christmas card I write May your days be merry and bright And may all your Christmases be white"

Jake POV

The clock next to my bed glows 5:05 am back at me and I can hear Charlotte pacing the apartment. She has overwhelmed herself with plans per usual and now is trying to figure out how we’re going to get through all of them. Christmas didn’t need to be this hectic, but Charlotte is a special breed of woman. She knows what she wants and she will get it done. 

“Jacob,” she says softly into the dark, “You need to get up. We have so much to get done this morning.” 

I can see her figure walking toward my side of the bed even though I'm squinting in hopes she’ll let me lay here a little while longer. 

“Jacob,” she says a bit louder and I have to respect her persistence. 

“Charlotte” comes out gravely given the fact I'm hardly awake. Now that she’s next to me with a tight jaw and eyebrows knitted together, I snake my arm around her and pull her back into the bed, her toppling over me. The look on her face tells me that she’s not excited about my little move, but I choose not to see that and pull her back to me. She’s resisting the entire thing but I’m determined to help her calm down before the entire day is just filled with anxiety. 

“Do you understand that we need to be at my parent's house by noon? I still have to.” She frantically starts rambling off the endless list of things, even though she doesn’t need to be working on any of it for another hour at least. I cut her off with a kiss, leaning into it a little, enjoying the feeling, and the room going quiet for a second,  is a bonus.  

“You will have more than enough time,” I try to reason with her, “just lay with me for a little bit, honey.” I place a small peck on the tip of her nose. 

My efforts did not work as she started sitting up and squirming out of my grasp. She climbed out the bed without saying anything and just shot me a glare as she left the bedroom. 

I let out a sigh that came from the bottom of my soul before getting up. I decide to make coffee before anything else because there is no chance I will make it through the entire day if I don't. Charlotte keeps glancing over as I'm setting up the coffee pot as if I'm just in the way. I send her a lazy smile even though she has only given me a heavy side-eye since I came out of the bedroom. She keeps checking the list she made on her phone, marking off the things that she’s already done, and I can see from across the room that she doesn’t have much left. 

I pour a cup of coffee, making it the way she prefers, and hand it to her quietly. 

“Here, you could use this,” I mumble before wandering into the living room. 

The sun is starting to come up, and the tree that Charlotte so carefully decorated does look lovely. I sip on my coffee as I admire the tree glimmering in the morning sun, knowing that the gift I got her is casually sitting on the tree skirt. She meekly wanders over to me, sipping on her coffee, and finds her place next to me just for a second. 

“Thank you,” she whispers, leaving a small kiss on my cheek. “I need to shower.” 

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Buttoning the bottom of my shirt, I move to the mirror to make sure everything looks right. I wanted to try to make Charlotte happy, so I put on an outfit I knew she would enjoy. Adjusting my necklace so it sits flat against me, I have a thought. Wandering back over to my dresser, I grab the two rings sitting atop it. Sliding them on as I hear the shower water shut off, smirking to myself because I’m almost positive I can win her over with them. 

Grabbing my robe from the back of the door, I make my way to the bathroom. Leaning against the doorframe, I watch her rub various lotions and oils onto her face. God, she’s the most tantalizing creature I’ve laid eyes on. 

“Can I help you?” she quips, making eye contact in the mirror. 

“Thought you might want this,” I say, holding up the silky fabric. 

Excitedly turning around, she takes the robe from me abruptly. Watching her in the mirror as she carefully clips her hair up, she looks effortlessly beautiful all the time. I haven’t gone a day without thinking about how lucky I am to manage to keep this incredible woman in my life. Without warning, she drops the towel she had tightly wrapped around her, revealing everything. 

“Fuuuuuuuck,” I let out louder than anything I’ve said all morning, “My god, you’re hot.”

 Not being able to take my eyes away from her delectable curves, the way her breasts sit naturally on her body while the cool air of winter gave me the gift of her peaked nipples. The way I’d like to just–

“Too early for big words, Jacob?” She taunts me as she ties up the robe, taking away all the fun I’ve had since being alive today. I move closer, snaking my arms around her waist and tucking my face into the crook of her neck. 

“You are just too much,” I mumble in between kisses I trail from her neck to her shoulder. 

“Not now, Jacob,” she says, shrugging her shoulders to block me from loving on her. 

“Charlotte, you can't look like that and not expect this,” I’m offended that she isn’t enjoying the attention. I lightly tap the two ring-clad fingers against her, watching her eyes dart to my hands in the mirror. The way her pupils grew in size was enough to hold me over for now.  

“You know what- I’m sorry, honey. I’ll let you finish getting ready.” Placing a kiss against her cheek, I make my way out of the bathroom, but not without letting my hand gently graze her ass as I go. 

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Setting the tote bag next to the door that has all the gifts we need to bring with us completes everything Charlotte needs to get done before we leave. I pull out my phone to check the time: 9:30 am.  And she thought we would be late, and I definitely could have slept longer. 

I go over to our tree with the remaining few gifts under it, crouching down to adjust them. Pulling them to the front, making it look fuller. I picked up the small box I had wrapped under the tree for her. Don’t get any ideas; it’s not that. Sliding it into the secret pocket of my jacket. 

“What are you doing down there?” she asks. Her voice sounds a bit happier now, running her hand down the back of my head. 

“Just making it look less bare since we are taking the bulk of the gifts with us”

Standing up, I turn to her and she is always gorgeous, but she is something today. 

Long red hair loosely curled, the way her makeup just emphasized her natural beauty. Still in my robe, I’m nothing if not obsessed with her.  

“Well,” busting out my finest English accent. “Aren’t you a feast for hungry eyes?” 

Works like a charm every single time. 

“Jacob cut it out,” she laughs out. 

“I don’t think that’s an option,” grabbing her hands. “Have you seen you?”  

Pulling her to me, I wrap one arm around her waist, still holding her other hand. Starting to sway and twirl her around the living room, watching her loosen up and smile. 

“I’m dreaaaming of a whiiiite Christmas.” I quietly sing to her as she giggles, “Just like the ones I used to know.”

I continue to hum the song, slowly swaying with her in the dimly lit living room. Spinning her away from me but quickly bringing her back and dipping her low, watching the smile pull at the corners of her lips, I just hold her there for a moment. We both just gazed at one another, finally pressing my lips gently against hers. I still get butterflies from her kiss even after all this time. 

Placing a few kisses across her cheeks, sneaking one behind her jaw, and trailing down her neck, I scoop her up bridal style and bring her over to the couch. I set her down gently, continuing to press soft kisses into her neck and collarbone, trailing towards the opening of my robe. Carefully, I pull the small bow apart, causing the robe to open a bit more. 

“Oops,” I whisper, glancing up at her as she lets out a small laugh at the gesture. I hold the edges of the robe between my fingers, eyes still locked on hers.

“May I?” I ask quietly. 

“Yes, baby, please.”

Immediately, I move the robe off of her breasts, unable to hold in the groan just from the sight of them. Gently, I move my hands to each one, squeezing them softly before running my thumbs over her already peaked buds, eliciting a little hum from her. I lean back down, pressing my lips to her sternum first, then hovering over her left breast. Blowing a small stream of air at her excited nipple, I see the goosebumps creep in. I let the very tip of my tongue make contact. Hearing her moan, I wrap my lips around her. Kitten licks while I’m still palming her other breast, carefully rubbing my thumb over and around her. The small pop as I pull my lips away from her, moving to the other side. 

I stop just for a second, moving the rest of the robe off of her body. Seeing the woman I love laid out in all her glory, the dim lights from our Christmas tree, she looks like a dream. 

Running my hands down her sides, I hold her waist for a second as I take her in. 

“You’re so beautiful, honey,” I say lowly.

Gently placing my hands on her thighs and pushing them apart, I’m practically drooling. Merry Christmas to me, damn. I kiss my way up her thighs, into the crease where her legs meet her hips. I can’t help the smile that creeps onto my face as I lean in to press my lips against her clit, which I’m sure is screaming for attention. The contact alone made her jump, which made my smile wider. 

I flatten my tongue against her, licking a wide stripe up to her clit.

“Baby, please,” she whines, and who would I be to not please her? 

Sucking and licking at her slowly hardening clit, I reach up with my left hand palming her breast, lightly playing with her nipple, giving her as much stimulation as I can. 

I’ve been holding her thigh with my right hand until I feel her lightly tap me. Gazing up at her, she glances at my hand quickly. 

“Mmm,” I murmur into her, “is this what you want, honey?” 

I run my middle finger down her, stopping where she wants it most. The moan that came from her as I pushed into her sent a chill through my body. I push until my ring stops me, the cool metal hitting her skin must have felt nice because she shivered once it made contact. I start pumping my finger into her, searching for the spot that makes her crazy, I go back to kissing and lightly dancing my tongue around her clit. The sweet sounds coming from her egging me on, encouraging my hand to move faster. 

I move my hair out of my face with my free hand, trying to keep it from getting in the way, I should have pulled it up before I did this, she loves it when I do. Feeling her gently reach down, grabbing at my hair, I smile into her. 

“Feel good?” I ask, but I’m met with the sounds of her breathing. She had her eyes tightly shut and her mouth slightly open; my sweet girl was in heaven. 

I don’t know what came over me, but I carefully grab her thighs and pull her to the edge of the couch so I can kneel on the floor. I place her legs over my shoulders, pulling her aching cunt to me. 

Running my middle and ring finger through the pooled arousal, bringing it back up to her clit. Tight, fast circles on her sensitive little bud, causing a slew of sounds to pour from her. 

“Oh my god, Jacob.” 

Adding a bit more pressure, I can see it building up as her jaw slacks even more. Squeezing her inner thigh with my free hand, I feel her starting to squirm. 

“Let it out, honey.” I let the pet name linger on my tongue. 

I can tell she’s right there; just needs a little bit of help. I go back to lapping at her swollen clit, while my middle and ring finger slide down through her, teasing her. Knowing she would never ask but also that she enjoys the feeling, I slip just my middle finger into her, quickly pulling back to slide both fingers down her wet center before lightly making contact with her ass. We haven’t explored that part of sex, but anytime I’d accidentally touch her there, she didn’t sound mad about it. 

I don’t go too far with it, but some soft touches just to get her going even more. I bring my fingers back up, plunging them into her. Moving my hand at a steady pace, her hips keep trying to buck at the friction. I placed my left hand on her lower stomach and added a bit of pressure to keep her in place. 

“Jacob– fuck, oh my- oh my god-”  

“Come for me,” I tell her.

Curling my fingers up, pressing them against the most sensitive spot. I continue to move faster and faster, feeling her tighten around me. 

“Give it to me, honey.” I groan. “Wanna hear you.” 

I feel her finally let go before her body starts to shake with a string of ‘oh my god’ and little moans coming from her. I only slow my pace down once I feel her start to become overstimulated. 

Peppering kisses over her stomach, pulling myself back up to look at her, I’m met with her hands grabbing the sides of my face to plant a kiss on me. Giggling into the kiss because she’s quite possibly the best gift I’ll ever get, whether she knows that or not. 

“Let me clean myself back up so we can get going,” I tell her. 

“But–” she sounds confused. “What about you, baby?” 

I stand up, looking down at her sweet, confused little face, and lean down to place a kiss on her forehead. 

“I can wait,” I tell her. While backing up, I chose to lay it on thick. “Don’t wanna ruin you before we have to go hang out with family. That can be a gift for later, don’t you think?” I shoot her a little wink before turning into the hall.

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I made myself a second cup of coffee and sat on the couch, waiting for my beloved. Scrolling mindlessly on my phone until I feel a little tap on my shoulder. 

Stood there, fiddling with her red plaid skirt, her silky deeper red long-sleeve button-up tucked neatly into it. Very Charlotte of her. 

“Does this look okay?” She asks, her voice quiet. 

“You always look gorgeous. Of course, it looks okay.” 

Grabbing at her hand and running my thumb across her knuckles, I know what will help. 

“I have something for you to open, actually,” reaching into the secret pocket of my jacket, “You’ll understand why I’m giving it to you now.” 

Pulling out the small box, her eyes go wide. 

“Jacob-“ 

“No no no no no, it’s not that.” I really should have put it in a different box. 

She takes the box from me, carefully untying the ribbon I had neatly wrapped around it. The little springs creak on the box as she opens it, letting out a small gasp as her eyes light up. 

“Is this,” she pulls out a dainty gold chain necklace with a small piece of rose quartz dangling in the middle of it, “Oh, I love it” 

Holding my hands out to take the necklace from her, she hands me the ends and turns around excitedly. She pulls her hair out of the way so I can clasp it together and turn her back around. 

“You seemed drawn to it before,” I tell her, “And now, you will think of me.” 

She can’t help the laugh, “Jacob!” Lightly pushing my shoulder before leaning up to give me a sweet kiss. Lingering after she pulls away, she looks all over my face. 

“Actually..” she whispers against my lips, “I have a request,” placing another quick kiss on me. Running her hands through my hair, landing on the back of my neck, now she’s laying it on thick. I look down at her, her eyes twinkling in the light. 

“What’s that?” I asked, matching her volume. 

“Do you think you could change into your red sweater so we can match?” She says quietly and quickly with a smile plastered across her face, what a little shit. 

“No can do, Red,” I tell her. Watching her face falter a bit, I glance over to the door and see the pile of coats and scarves. 

I walk over, digging through everything to pull out a scarf in a similar plaid pattern as her skirt. 

“I’ll settle for this,” I say, setting the scarf around me, “does that work?” 

She nods ‘yes’ with a small giggle, walking over to put on the coat that I have held out for her.

I let her out the door first, grabbing all our gifts on my way out. I turned to her after locking the door with my arm held out. She wraps her hand around my bicep, looking up at me. I can’t believe she’s mine. 

“Ready for merriment, my fair maiden?” I can’t shake this English accent, but the look on her face every time I pull it out is worth it. 

“Only with you, Captain.” 

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What I’d get the boys for Christmas:

Josh: tickets to Sundance film festival and lodging

Jake: a subscription to hello fresh, a kiss the cook apron, and a fancy bottle of booze

Danny: probably some golf balls, a new golf fit, and maybe the new Zelda game on the switch

Sam: a bunch of matching clothes/stuff for him and Rose, one of those at home brewery kits and a fat bag of ouid

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[jake-whatthefisgoingon-kiszka]

Santa Baby

Pairings: Jake Kiszka X Danny Wagner ***slash my besties

Warnings: fluffffff, domestic bliss, established relationship, smut, m/m sex, oral

Word count: 7.5k

“Did you just say you want to go play in the snow?” Jake blushed and pushed Danny off him, standing up to fix his shirt and take off his jewelry so it wouldn’t get lost or damaged. “Yeah, when was the last time we got to play in the snow?”

“Another text from Josh” Jake chuckled as he silenced his notifications and tossed his phone into the empty cup holder between him and the driver. “Have you gotten any from Sam?”

Danny glanced at his phone which was situated on a stand that hung from the air vents so it could be used as navigation. “Oh, only about seven” he smiled over at Jake and they both had a good giggle at the expense of their brothers being ignored.

As the soft laughs bubbled out of his chest Jake was able to watch as Danny kept his focus on the winding mountain road before them.

Initially Jake was reluctant about letting him drive, but Danny put his foot down and even brought up Jake's driving history to get him to back down. Though it was a low blow, Jake secretly admit that it was nice to be the passenger, so he could take in the beautiful scenery- of both his boyfriend’s gorgeous profile and the plush snow covered mountain top.

It was mostly a last minute decision for the two of them to sneak away for the holiday. Well maybe Jake had the makings of the idea in his head already after the past few weeks of nonstop photo shoots, recording sessions, and interviews had kept both him and Danny busy and drained.

He’d brought it up as a joke ‘why don’t we just disappear in the mountains and spend Christmas together?’ but to his delight Danny easily agreed.

One slightly delayed plane ride and a blink of an eye later here they were in a rental headed towards the only cabin Jake could find online still available for the week.

After just shy of an hour of driving, the deep green colored pines dusted in sparkling white grew thicker. The wind was blowing the loose powder from the tree tops like it was still snowing although the forecast didn’t call for more participation until tomorrow afternoon.

A break in the trees gave way to an open gate with a freshly plowed driveway and at the end of the drive was the quaint yet impressive cabin that the two would call their home for the next six days.

“Looks even better than in the pictures” Danny commented as he cupped his hands around his eyes and leaned his forehead against the window. He was trying to get a peek inside as Jake fumbled with finding the access code in the long message the owner had sent him with check in instructions.

“Would you quit being a creeper, what if we’ve got the wrong address?”

“There’s no way, you triple checked” Danny laughed at Jake’s incessant doubting, knowing it was just the perfectionist in him showing.

“Ah! Here it is” he chimed, reading the numbers aloud as he keyed them into the pad on the door. A little green light illuminated and the electric lock whirred as the bolt was retracted from the door.

“Good thing we’ll be able to hear if anyone tries to enter in the middle of the night” Danny commented at how loud the mechanical sound was. Either the lock needed to be greased, or they just weren’t used to the still silence of living out in the middle of nowhere.

They set their bags down at the door in a little foyer that contained a coat closet, a shoe rack, and a large framed painting of the very cabin with the phrase-

Everyone needs a place to retreat: a spot where the world grows quiet enough for the soul to speak.

“Cute” Danny said as he stood next to Jake and admired the artwork. After a moment he slipped his arm around Jake’s waist to give him a squeeze before pulling him up a step and around the corner where the rest of the cabin lay waiting for them.

Besides the small space at the front door, which offered privacy for those inside, there was a wide open floor plan shrouded in lots of blue tinged natural light from the abundance of windows that overlooked a snowscape that was so beautiful it could have been a painting as well.

To the left was a surprisingly large kitchen for the size of the cabin overall. Its stainless steel appliances shimmered, polished carefully with the numerous cleans in between stays. White quartz countertops mirrored the untouched mounds of snow outside, smooth and glittery. A vase full of probably two dozen white roses sat elegantly arranged waiting to greet the next guests. White roses Jake smirked to himself, of course they were.

The living room was to the right. It was small but cozy, a rocking chair sat in front of a large stone fireplace with a round table tucked to its side. The couch hardly looked big enough for the two of them, not that either of them minded having to snuggle up with each other. Behind the couch were sliding glass doors that led to a small porch built out of the same raw sealed pine as the interior walls. Two more rocking chairs made of sturdier wood sat on the porch that looked out into the sparse trees that grew into a sea of forest that surrounded their island of paradise.

Jake felt like he was going to get too comfortable here. He could picture how their week was going to play out already, him cooking in the kitchen, looking over the island at his boyfriend lounging comfortably on the couch, feet propped up, maybe reading a book to pass the time until food was ready. He’d stop where he was every so often to look up and say ‘smells good’ with his signature crooked smile that Jake loved so much.

Perhaps the most unexpected element was the fully decorated Christmas tree erected right in between the kitchen and the living room. It was a real tree, no doubt cut down from right outside and somehow hauled in through the door. It was covered in thick ropes of silver tinsel, glass ornaments of varying size and color, and large velvet bows. The lights weren’t on but he could tell when they did light it up, which if he knew Danny the way he thought he did would no doubt would be soon, they would glow elegantly bright.

“Look, a rule book” Danny pointed out a binder that was sitting on the counter next to the vase of roses. He flipped the book open and started to skim read aloud. “No parties, no pets, we’ve stocked some food in the fridge but there is a general store about 30 miles past the cabin's entry road. The upstairs and downstairs are heated by a radiator but it’s old so we recommend starting a fire in the evenings to keep the cabin warm. There’s a pile of wood around back. It gets really cold outside up here so there’s an assortment of coats in the closet on the foyer for your use. Please message us if you have any questions”.

“I’m going to take the bags upstairs” Jake called over his shoulder as he turned and headed back towards the front door, but Danny jumped up and ran in front of him.

“That’s alright I got it!”

Jake glowered over at Danny. He always treated him like he was a delicate flower especially when they were alone together. When in fact Jake was a grown ass man that honestly handled himself better than Danny did. He dropped his shoulders though and let Danny pick up both the bags, knowing that Danny just liked being extra nice and showering Jake with his affection any chance he could get since the times when they could be lovey-dovey around each other were few and far between.

“I’ll come with you, I want to check out the bedroom anyways” Jake wiggled his eyebrows suggestively at Danny, who smiled coyly before leading them up the small spiral staircase at the other end of the living room.

The upstairs wasn’t much more than a loft. A large chair with a fuzzy gray cable knit blanket thrown intentionally over the back sat perched toward the window that overlooked the top of the porch and the yard.

Danny dropped the bags in front of the accordion closet doors and flopped onto the bed with a satisfied groan.

“Jake, I don’t want to ever leave here!” He stretched his entire body out over the bed like a starfish, unintentionally showing how impressively big the bed was since not a single long limb hung off the edge.

Jake took a seat on the chair, adjusting the waistband of his pants and crossing his legs to get comfortable. “Remember the last time we shared a room with a lounge chair?” He mused over at Danny who sat up onto his elbows in the bed with a knowing look.

Jake smirked, thinking back to the night in question when he had pulled the chair from their hotel room in front of the bed and watched Danny play for over an hour.

“You said you were going to be nice to me while we’re here” Danny reminded him, though the mischievous glint in his eye said he didn’t exactly hate the memory of it.

Jake stood up from the chair and joined Danny on the bed, marveling at the way Danny scooped him up and threw him down onto the crisp duvet. “I’m always nice to you” he playfully argued with a smile as Danny smoothed his hair away from his face.

“I know you are, I was only teasing” Danny replied quietly then quickly gave a kiss to the tip of Jake’s nose.

“See, you’re the mean one. How many times have you teased me?” Jake didn’t drop it, in fact he brought up more memories from over a year ago. “How long did you make me worry before you told me you felt the same way I did about you back?”

“That was a long time ago baby” he sighed. How they got their start was something he didn’t like to think about often.

Danny didn’t like being reminded that there was a time when he didn’t know how he felt about Jake. He knew there was something there, but feeling that way about another man, let alone your best friend's brother, was a scary notion at the time.

Danny knew now exactly how he felt about Jake. Absolutely head over heels, and he planned on spending this week letting him know exactly that.

“Come on, let’s go back downstairs, I want to go play in the snow”.

Danny blinked a few times, thinking he hadn’t heard his boyfriend right. “Did you just say you want to go play in the snow?”

Jake blushed and pushed Danny off him, standing up to fix his shirt and take off his jewelry so it wouldn’t get lost or damaged. “Yeah, when was the last time we got to play in the snow?”

Danny took a moment to think about it. It had to have been back at home in Michigan, probably when they were in highschool if not even before then. “Alright, let’s go”.

“This looks like it will fit you” Danny held up a purple polyester coat from the closet the rule book said they’d be in. He eyed the way its proportions looked like it would match Jake’s.

“Is that a girl's jacket?” Jake pouted, crossing his arms instead of taking it from Danny’s hands to try it on.

“Well it’s this, or you can try to squeeze into one of these kids jackets”. He pulled out a bright yellow one next and snickered at the way Jake snatched up the purple one and silently put it on. It fit really well actually.

Danny slipped into the navy blue one, it was a little big for him, but this was the best they were going to get with borrowed gear.

“Alright, ready?” He asked, making sure Jake had put on his gloves before they made the first step back out into the chilly air.

“Ready” Jake replied, unable to hide the childlike excitement he was feeling.

“What are you doing!” Danny hollered from where he huddled on the porch with a cup of hot cocoa trying to warm up a little. They had been outside for nearly 45 minutes now and although he was thoroughly enjoying the novelty of playing in the snow, he needed a break.

“I’m building a snowman!” Jake called back, not once worried about how cold he was getting even with his pink cheeks and frosted nose. “I used to build a snowman for our yard every year, just because Josh bet me one time I couldn’t make one taller than him”.

Danny chuckled as he took a slow sip, careful not to burn his tongue. “Well, did you?”

“Damn right I did” Jake grinned wide as he rolled the now giant ball of snow back and forth until it was nearly too big for him to pick up.

“Need some help?” Danny asked to sound supportive of Jake’s determination, but honestly he wasn’t planning on moving from his spot where he could watch in lovestruck leisure.

“You know what happens next after the snowman is up?” Jake questioned with his hands on his hips, standing back and admiring the faceless stacks of snow he’d stacked together. He didn’t bring anything out to decorate it with, but he’d shoved two twigs into its sides and that was good enough for him.

“What’s that?” Danny replied and Jake turned around with a mischievous grin. He wordlessly bent over and balled up a fist full of snow.

“You better not!” Danny yelled, already aware of what Jake was planning next. He didn’t heed his warning, instead hurled the tight packed snowball at the porch where Danny was standing.

Danny protected his drink; like the snow could do it any harm, it was too hot to drink right now he was just using the steam to warm up his face at this point.

The snowball landed at his feet, a warning shot. He turned to put the mug down on the small table between the chairs and as soon as Danny’s guard was down Jake pelted him with a ball of snow right between his shoulder blades.

He turned back around and Jake’s face lit up at the look of shock and utter betrayal on Danny’s.

“Oh, you’re in for it now Kiszka!”

“Come and give me all you’ve got Wagner!”

Danny’s arms flew up as he jumped off the porch and started running, bending down to scoop up some snow and scrunch it together between his padded palms. His first shot was a miss, but the second landed dead in the center of Jake’s chest.

“You have shit aim!” Jake called out as he tried to shield his body behind a tree. “Were you aiming for my head or my balls!”

“I was aiming for your heart!” Danny gave up on trying to gather snow and decided instead to just chase after Jake. He was faster than him anyways and it was time he proved it.

Jake caught on quickly and darted out from behind the tree, yelling and laughing as Danny chased after him. They were like a couple of big kids, finally free to yell and fight as much as they wanted without the scrutiny of others or an image to upkeep.

The thick snow was hard to run in and it slowed Jake down, or at least that was the only explanation he could believe when two long arms came circling around him and pulled him down.

He was thankful for the snow when they landed, otherwise the ground would have really hurt.

Danny landed on top of Jake, but he rolled off onto his back next to him, placing his hand on his heaving chest and waving the other in the air to call a truce.

Laying there on the ground Jake looked over and his heart clenched so hard he was afraid it might implode in on itself. Leaving nothing behind but an emptiness in his chest that could never be filled again.

Everything about Danny in this moment was perfect, from the way his dark curls stuck out from underneath his knit beanie, to the way his nose scrunched and one eye closed when flecks of snow drifted through the air.

Danny turned to meet his gaze, smiling so charmingly that Jake couldn’t stand it anymore. He lifted off the ground and threw a leg over Danny’s, successfully mounting him and attacking his lips with his own.

Danny’s were no longer warm, but he still tasted like hot chocolate. He placed his hands gently on Jake’s waist and if Jake didn’t already know that he would freeze within minutes he would have ripped that stupid purple jacket off just to feel Danny’s hands closer to him.

Once he’d had his fill, and Danny’s lips were nice and swollen, he pulled back and they locked eyes again.

Danny’s face was flush, whether from the cold or the sudden intense make out session Jake didn’t know, but his eyes gleamed with admiration. “Jake, I lo-” Danny’s words were cut short by Jake stuffing a fist full of snow into his mouth and jumping off him to run back onto the porch.

The two warmed up on the couch with the knit blanket from the chair upstairs wrapped around both their shoulders. Jake had said he didn’t want any hot chocolate, but he stole more than a few sips from Danny’s mug every now and then. Danny didn’t mind though, he’d give Jake the shirt off his back if he asked, not that it’d fit him.

They turned the TV that hung above the fireplace on but didn’t bother to flip through the channels. Instead they settled with watching whatever it was already on, which happened to be a channel running a marathon of Christmas rom-coms. The movie that was playing was already half-way over, but Jake didn’t care. This wasn’t really his taste in cinema but he was happy to be worry free, doing nothing but enjoying sitting with Danny who was actually pretty invested in the story. From what he was able to pay attention to, the whole premise of the movie was examining the different types of love.

“This movie is kind of stupid” Jake said, stealing another sip even though the liquid was luke-warm now and the chocolate powder had started to settle in a ring at the bottom.

“What? You don’t like this movie?” Danny replied, forgetting for a second who exactly he was talking to. “Well, my mom and sister love this movie. I've watched it with them a few times”.

“You’re just like those people,” Jake referred to the characters on the screen, “a romantic”. He tried to pinch Danny’s side but stopped when the squirming threatened to make the blanket fall off them.

“You are too, you just try to hide it, especially around your brothers”.

“I don’t care what my brothers think, but the team…” Jake sighed, they had this talk or a version of it many times but it never got any less frustrating. They could act like a couple at home or around family who all knew of their relationship status at this point, but in public or while working, they needed to be professionals. Not just for their sake, but for Sam, Josh, and everyone they employed too.

“I know” Danny set his mug down on the round table and slid his arm under the blanket over Jake’s shoulders to pull him close. “It’s hard right now, but eventually things will slow down and we will have more time together just like this”.

Jake knew Danny was right, but it still occasionally got to him. He’d fought so hard to get Danny, and though they had gone strong for over a year now, it sometimes felt like he still didn’t have him completely.

“You hungry? I’m going to go see what they have in the kitchen” Jake pulled Danny’s arm off of him and fixed the blanket across his lap so he wouldn’t get up and follow him.

“You know I’m always hungry” Danny smiled, grabbing the corner of the blanket and pulling it tighter around his frame.

Jake didn’t expect there to be much of anything in the fridge. Rentals usually only had the bare minimum for cooking, but he was surprised to see he had all the stuff to make some alfredo sauce and there was a package of dried spaghetti in the pantry.

It didn’t take long to cook, but the movie was already over when he returned to the living room with two plates in each hand.

Danny had fallen asleep sitting up but he slowly blinked his eyes open when he felt Jake sit back down next to him.

“You want to eat in here?” He questioned when Jake handed him his plate. Jake was usually the type to insist on eating at the dinner table, but he just shrugged and stabbed his fork into his food.

They ate in silence, Danny stealing a peak or two in Jake’s direction who was pretending to watch the next ridiculous movie on the TV.

When they were both done Jake took Danny’s plate back to the kitchen and started to rinse them off in the sink before loading them into the dishwasher for later.

“Everything ok?” Danny broke Jake’s concentration as he leaned against his elbows over the island. When Jake still didn’t say anything he pushed off and walked around over to where Jake was standing and wrapped his arms around him, resting his chin on his shoulder and simply watching as Jake mindlessly flipped through the rest of the pages in the rule book. “Tell me what’s bothering you baby”.

Jake didn’t want to talk about it, he didn’t want his sudden onslaught of anxious negative thoughts to ruin the mood on the first day of their little getaway. That’s why he’d left the living room when he did. He knew though that now Danny had picked up on his energy he wouldn’t back away until Jake told him.

“It’s just we will never be like the people in those movies. Sure the tour will end and we will get a break and it will be amazing to spend time with you, but there will always be another tour, another project, people watching our every move”.

It was Danny’s turn to be quiet, because he didn’t know what to say to console Jake. This had always been a sacrifice they knew they would have to make when they started this career. Whether they were dating their bandmate or not, trying to have a relationship while being a touring artist was a challenge. If anything Danny had more pain in his heart for what Jake was internally going through right now, because he was in the same shoes. He understood that their love for eachother came second, and their love for the music came first.

“Not even that, but the way things are going in the world right now. Who knows, maybe in ten years when we’re finally ready to get married, what rights we will still have”.

Danny’s eyes widened at Jake’s words. He’d never heard the word marriage come out of Jake’s mouth in this context and it made his heart skip a beat. “You want to get married?”

Jake backpedaled real quick, he hadn’t even realized what he’d said or how Danny could take it. He only meant to reflect on the fact that the future of relationships that shared the same nature as theirs would always lay in the hands of others.

“Whatever. It’s going to get dark soon. I’m going to go chop some wood around back for the fire”. Doing something with his hands would help put his thoughts to ease, it always did.

“Want me to come help?” Danny backed away, thinking it better to just ask Jake if he needed space or not right now would be best.

“I’m from Michigan, I think I can chop wood on my own”.

He found an ax and got to chopping, focusing on his form and the feeling of his shoulders rounding before listening for the sound of the wood splitting in half. In fact, he was so focused he hadn’t even heard Danny come outside.

“Hey! Why don’t you have your jacket on?” He dropped the ax next to the stump he’d been working at and yelled at Danny who was walking briskly towards him with his arms crossed tightly over his chest.

“I just came to steal a few of these” his steps turned into a little jog as he realized just how cold it was even with his sweater on. He picked up a few of the logs Jake had cut and paused to press a quick shivering kiss to Jake’s cold lips before turning and running back. “Hurry up! I’ve got a surprise for you!”

Jake stacked as many of the leftover pieces as he could into his arms and carried them closer to the door for easy access, wondering the whole time what it was Danny was up to.

The first thing he saw when approaching the porch doors was the twinkling lights of the Christmas tree casting a bright glow against glass.

The sun had gone completely down while he was in the back getting his frustrations out, and he was tired and cold now.

The heat from the fire Danny had already built hit him as soon as he slid the door open. He hung his purple jacket back up on the coat rack by the door behind the couch, searching the small room for Danny.

He didn’t find his boyfriend, but he did find that Danny had come across quite a few candles, and he had them lit in various dark corners around the room so that the entire cabin was flickering and cozy in the warm fire paired with the white lights on the Christmas tree.

“Danny?” He called out, stepping a few feet to the left to check and see if he was in the kitchen. It was empty, but he could see now that on the floor in front of the couch Danny had also scattered a few pedals from the roses on the counter. What a romantic he really was.

“Sit down” Danny finally revealed himself as he started down the stairs, clearly holding something behind his back.

Jake moved around and sat back down on the couch where he had been earlier, before his thoughts and emotions got the best of him.

“I was going to give this to you tomorrow morning, but I think now is better” Danny crouched in front of Jake, placing one hand on his knee, the other still hidden from sight.

“Danny-” Jake began, his voice getting caught in his throat until he cleared it and tried again, “what are you doing?”

“Don’t worry baby, it’s not what you think it is” Danny assured him, but then stopped to think about it for a second, “well, kind of… just let me say something really quick ok?”

Jake nodded his head and stared intently at Danny as he searched for the words he meant to say when he got the idea to do all of this.

“I was thinking about what you said earlier, and you’re right, but you know I don’t really care what other people think about us or our relationship. All that matters to me is you and making you happy any way that I can. It’s not a ring, but I got this for you thinking that it would serve as a promise from me to you. A promise that that I will always be there for you, to shield you and protect you, and that we are bound together”.

Danny showed that he had a small black box and placed it in Jake’s hands for him to open.

Despite the heat from the fire Jake felt like his fingers were still numb when he pulled the top off the box and revealed what was inside. A coin set in a halo of silver and hung on a braided chain necklace.

“It’s not a real Atocha coin, I had it made by this badass jeweler back home, but this one is special”. Danny picked the delicate looking piece up and turned it around in his fingers, “If you look closely she hid our initials in the design”.

Jake took the coin from Danny and brought it closer to his face, his eyes scouring the tiny detailed engravings until he found them. A DW and JK carved right there, not in plain sight, but now that he’d found them it was all his eyes could see.

“So, I know this may sound silly,” Danny started again after he was sure Jake had found the initials, “but Jacob Thomas Kiszka I gave you my promise, do you accept?”

“I-” there were no words that would explain how Jake felt at that moment. So instead he gently placed the necklace back into the box and set it down at his side before grabbing Danny by the back of his neck and pulling him into a passionate kiss.

“Daniel Robert Wagner, I promise that I will always be there for you, and that I will never give up on us no matter how hard the road gets. I promise that I love you and have always loved you. I do accept and I hope you do too”.

“I do” a couple of runaway tears fell down Danny’s cheek, it wasn’t often that he cried, but when he did it was always bittersweet. Jake kissed his tears away and Danny smiled at the feeling of Jake’s beautiful lips against his cheeks and eyelashes. “I love you too”.

Jake propped the box up open so he could see his promise when he looked over at the round table as Danny retreated back upstairs to collect the duvet and pillows from the bed.

They spread it all out in front of the fireplace before peeling each other's clothes off between sharing needy kisses.

“So, are we secretly married now?” Danny joked after they had both sunk to their knees on the floor. He held Jake against his torso and scattered kisses across his bare shoulder.

“Only if this can be our secret honeymoon” Jake replied as he pushed Danny’s boxers down over the swell of his ass.

“That sounds heavenly to me” Danny grinned, reaching his hand between their bodies and stroking Jake a few times causing him to shiver and tilt his head back with a moan. “How do you want it baby? You want me on my back for you?”

Jake nodded and pushed Danny down, mounting him like he did before when they had fallen to the ground outside. “I need to feel you though. I need you to fill me up”.

“Really?” It wasn’t often that they switched roles anymore. Jake liked to take charge in the bedroom and Danny never once had a complaint, but they weren’t in the bedroom. No, they were on the floor of a cabin at the top of a distant mountain. In a pile of blankets and pillows, their bare skin baking in the radiating heat of the fireplace. “Lift your hips up for me then”.

Jake was eager to obey. Usually he was the one giving commands, but tonight all he wanted was to let Danny take care of him in a way he knew only Danny could. Danny spit into his hand and brought it between their bodies again, only this time he slipped past Jake’s erection and to his entrance.

Once the first finger was all the way in he was sighing and groaning as he rocked back against it, his body already begging for more.

“So impatient tonight aren’t we baby?” Danny smirked as he lined up his second finger and pushed inside.

Jake bit down on his lip to silence his cry, his hands tightening their grip on Danny’s chest to show him he still had some sort of leverage.

Just then Jake pulled off, letting Danny’s fingers slip out of him, he was ready.

“Wait,” Danny asked Jake to hold on when he felt him shifting into position. He ruffled the blanket around, pulling the corner back to reveal he’d plucked their bottle of lube from Jake’s bag and brought it down with the bedding “here”.

“Thinking ahead were you?” Jake chuckled but graciously took the bottle and coated Danny up, letting his hand linger on him, getting in a few good twisted strokes before wiping the leftover on his own thigh.

“I’m always looking out for you Jake” he replied, fighting off a groan that made its way out by contorting his eyebrows into a knot.

Jake braced one hand onto the pillow beside the man below him and leaned closer, their chests pressing together as he lined Danny up. “I know you are” he whispered with a kiss to Danny’s ear then slowly pushed his hips back against him.

Danny gasped and threaded his arms underneath Jake’s so he could run his hands up his back, feeling the way the exposure to the fire left it so hot to the touch.

Jake bit down on his lip and buried his face in the crook of Danny’s neck to hide the way his face pinched at the pressure. He didn’t want his slight fleeting discomfort to diminish any of the pure bliss he knew Danny was feeling right now.

Three rough fingers circled around Jake’s upper back and gathered the hair that hung around his neck, guiding it over his shoulders to give Danny a spot to kiss and suck on while Jake adjusted to his size.

“You’re doing so good baby. Do you feel me?” Danny purred, his sweet praises and gentle touches paired with the proximity to the fire causing Jake’s brain to short circuit for a moment.

His body was tense and he figured he probably should have let Danny take more time to prep him, but Danny was right, he was just so impatient to feel connected.

Then he lifted his head from its hiding place and looked forward. Giving himself one last glance at the necklace hanging in its box above them and remembered everything Danny had said it signified. His body melted, finally resting completely against Danny without any pain or worry left.

“There you go” Danny felt Jake physically relax and wrapped his arms around him once more as he began to work slow deep thrusts, never once letting them loose their connection.

Jake’s own cock was throbbing, trapped between their bodies getting only some relief by the way Danny’s abdomen pressed against him with every rock upward.

This was euphoria, laying in a puddle as hot as the sweet liquid they shared earlier against Danny’s chest while he held him tight and fucked him slowly, but he wanted more. So he lifted himself back up, Danny’s hands sliding back down to his hips and squeezing as Jake sat up and used the muscles in his thighs to begin bouncing up and down.

Danny was fixed on Jake’s form above him, marveling at the shadows his features cast as they danced across his face with the flickering light of the cozy room.

No more words were said, but the room was all but silent. Moans and whines, the crackling of the fire as it slowly died down with their work, and the wordless reminder of their promises to each other as they watched the physical reflection of their love bloom between their bodies.

Danny removed one hand from its firm grip on Jake’s hips where he was guiding them against him and wrapped it around Jake’s pretty cock.

Jake clenched all his muscles and groaned something painful, nearly stopping the rapid motion he’d worked up to. “No, if you do that too I’ll-” he wasn’t as used to this position as Danny was, so the added stimulation of both pleasure points at once was sure to be too much for him.

“What is it baby? You don’t want to cum?” Danny asked sweetly, no teasing in his tone at all, just concern and love for this beautiful being that graced him with his affection.

Jake shook his head frantically, stands of his hair that had stuck to the sweat on his face falling free. “No, it’s not that”.

Danny cocked an eyebrow, squeezing his fist tighter over the achingly hard flesh which resulted in another loud choked cry from Jake. “You don’t want to finish yet?” He tried his question again, watching the way Jake’s eyes squeezed shut and his expression twisted into concentration as he resumed his speed again.

Jake opened one eye, jaw falling slack as the knot was beginning to tie itself around his insides and Danny then knew what he was holding out for. “Together?”

Jake nodded this time, he was past the point of being able to speak, just waiting for Danny to say the words so he could finally let go.

“Don’t worry, I’m there. I’ve been there. You just give it to me when you’re ready”.

The sudden realization that Danny had been holding back just as much as he had was the tipping point for his sanity. Danny had stopped stroking him but that didn’t matter. Hot streaks burst across his stomach as Jake couldn’t keep it in any longer.

It was the ‘O’ face that did it for Danny. He was used to seeing stars as Jake gave him earth shaking climaxes, or his face would be buried in the sheets with his back aching from holding its arch for so long, but this time he had a perfect view as Jake reached the peak of his orgasm and it was so sensual that Danny couldn’t help but finish as well.

“Want to go for a drive after breakfast? Figure out where that general store is that was in the rule book?” Danny asked as he rubbed soft circles into Jake’s back who had collapsed on top of him and hadn’t moved a muscle since. It was perfect.

“Anything you want” Jake replied, eyes wandering around the cabin to take it all in so that he’d remember this place in as much detail as possible when he thought back on tonight. Something caught his eye and he finally lifted his head from Danny’s chest to get a better look out the windows. “It’s snowing”.

Danny followed his gaze and gave a few breathy chuckles that shook Jake. “It tends to do that in the mountains” he jested and leaned forward to steal a kiss against Jake’s cheek. “Do you want to go back upstairs and get cleaned up or stay down here tonight?”

Jake settled back against Danny, this time turning his face towards the fire that was all but burned out, just like him. “I want to stay here” he replied as Danny got the memo and tossed the blanket over their tangled bodies. “Besides we will be getting messy again in the morning”.

“Is that so?” Danny laughed again and Jake smiled, he would never get used to how much he loved that sound especially from this proximity. “Good night Jake, sleep well”

“Good night Danny”.

Danny woke up with the sun shining through the many windows, only that wasn’t ultimately what had pulled him from his dreamland. It was the pouty pink lips wrapped around his morning wood that did the trick.

“Baby” he groaned in his raspy morning voice and threaded his fingers through the head of slightly knotted tousled hair.

Jake’s eyes gave him the ‘good morning’ that his mouth couldn’t as he really started to suck Danny off now that he was awake.

It didn’t take long for Danny to get the fuzzy feeling in his toes and head as he came with a sigh of profanities paired with his lover's name.

When Jake pulled off with a still sleepy but proud smile Danny motioned for him to get up and sit on the couch before shuffling on his knees to be in front of him.

Danny played with Jake a little first, cupping his balls in his palm as he licked around the tip. Jake squeezed the cushions to keep himself from bucking up when Danny did finally take him in.

Once Jake had finished too he finally let himself touch Danny. He leaned over and pulled Danny into a sloppy kiss, the taste of each other mixing with their saliva.

“I’m going to go get your present now” Jake said when he pulled away.

“You’re telling me that wasn't it? Or last night?”

“Course not” Jake chuckled, pointing at the mess of pillows and blankets still on the floor to silently tell Danny to ‘stay’ as he ran upstairs.

When he came back he had a small green paper bag topped with red and white striped tissue paper sticking out the top. “It’s not as thoughtful as the necklace, but here you go”.

He handed Danny the gift which he happily took and brought to his lap as he dipped his hand past the paper and pulled out a pair of brand new leather golfing gloves.

“You said you needed a new pair, so I got you some. I hope you like them”. Jake was avoiding eye contact, but still wanted to watch Danny open his present even if it always made him feel shy and awkward.

The leather was soft in his hands as he turned the gloves over and examined them, honestly so surprised. “I said that months ago, in a passing comment somewhere out west between shows”. Danny remembered the conversation they had been having on the tour bus when he mentioned needing new gloves, he just didn’t expect Jake to have picked up on it and gone out to buy him some. “Thank you so much!”

Jake crawled back over to him on the floor, Danny waiting to embrace him with a million kisses.

“Merry Christmas, I love you”.

Just before Jake could reciprocate he was interrupted by a phone ringing.

“That isn’t dead yet? I didn’t even charge it last night” Danny looked around the room, trying to figure out where the noise was coming from.

“I think it’s mine” Jake replied.

Sure enough the last place he remembered having it, over on the counter by the vase, his cell was buzzing violently.

He attempted to move to stand up, but Danny wrapped his arms around him to keep him put in his lap.

“It could be mom” Jake said. He couldn’t remember the last time his mom hadn’t called him on Christmas morning no matter where in the world he was.

Danny let him go and he ran over to the phone before it could go to voicemail, not even checking who it was before answering.

“Jake! Where the hell have you been?!” Josh hollered from the other end before he could hear him turn to yell at someone, most likely Sam, I got Jake to answer!

“Hey Josh, I’m alright, just decided to get away for a bit.

“Get away for a bit? Jesus Jake you had us all scared you were drunk facedown in a snowbank somewhere! Is Danny with you? Sam hasn’t been able to get a hold of him either”.

Jake looked over at Danny who was still sitting on the floor, trying to listen in on the conversation as best he could.

“Hold on a sec” Jake walked back over to their little lovers nest and held the phone up, making sure they were both decent enough before hitting the FaceTime button. It rang for a few seconds before Josh and Sams faces popped up with shared confused looks.

At the same time they both realized what was happening and groaned in unison at the image of Jake and Danny naked, save for the gray fluffy cable knit blanket wrapped around their waists.

“Gross! My eyes!” Sam yelled, shielding them with one hand and slapping Josh with the other who held the phone and shook his head with fake disapproval.

“As you can see, we’re together and we’re fine, perfect even” he and Danny laughed and Josh rolled his eyes. “Phones about to die, tell mom we said we love her! See you guys after the new year!”

Just then Jake’s phone really did die, the screen turning black in place of his scarred brothers.

“Wait, I thought our flight home was on the thirtieth?”

Jake tossed his now useless phone over to the side and shrugged. “They don’t need to know that”.

“Now where were we?” He placed his hands against both Danny’s cheeks and smiled innocently. “Oh yeah, Merry Christmas”.

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I Never Really

Part Twelve

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Warnings: Cigarette use

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Finals week turned out much better than you’d expected. You had sufficiently prepared yourself, and your hard work paid off in the form of A’s and low stress across the board. The minute you turned in your final test of the semester, you felt a horrid weight lift from your shoulders. This moment, right here, was what made the rest of it all worth it. You had a bounce in your step as you walked back to your dorm, for once not annoyed by the bustle of campus.

The building was as crowded as ever, with all of the students moving their things out all at once. A girl nearly ran you over with two massive suitcases as you tried to exit the elevator onto your floor. It was nice to not have such an interaction immediately set you into a mood of annoyance for the rest of the day.

You couldn’t help but smile when you finally flopped onto your bed, letting out a sigh that carried with it the finality of your stress. You knew it’d start up all over again in a few weeks, but for now, you would live in the moment. And that moment would start with a nice, long nap. The first you'd consciously allowed yourself in ages. In was dreamless, just a moment of unconscious, blissful peace.

You awoke in a daze an hour or so later, though time was not something you would stress yourself about during these weeks of rest. A text was waiting for you, with a familiar name. Sam.

hey! saw we aced that project, we totally need to celebrate :) want to come over?

The sense of jubilation over the end of the semester wiped any doubts out of your mind regarding whether or not you actually wanted to see him, or the rest of the men in that house, for that matter.

would love to!

cool, the guys are out so it'll just be me and u if that's ok

So maybe this was some kind of divine intervention to finally get the two of you alone, in a room, to talk. The words of the twins echoed in your mind once again – you needed to do this. As much as you would gladly run from him forever, you needed to talk to him. It would do you no good to cut him off with no closure.

that's chill!

He went on to tell you he’d already moved all his things out, but would swing by to get you whenever you were ready. Better to get this out of the way now. As you readied yourself for his arrival, you rehearsed a script in your head, spoke out loud the words you would want to say to him. The anxiety of it all was making your stomach churn and your palms sweat.

You headed down to the ground level, and watched his car pull around through the windows in the lobby. You could see his thumbs tapping on the steering wheel with whatever beat was coming through the radio. The two of you were quiet on the drive over, the music filling the silence. Though it was not uncomfortable, you still tapped your fingers together anxiously in the passenger seat.

The ambiance of the house felt different when you pulled up, in large part to the new set of decorations. Carefully curated by Josh, you figured. A flawless Christmas tree sat in the corner of the living room, its branches laden with a nearly obscene amount of ornaments, ribbons, and strings covered in all types of materials. Four stockings hung above the fireplace, hand-knit with the initials of the four brothers of the house.

“Make yourself comfortable,” he said, hanging his coat on the rack by the door. “You want anything? Water? Tea?…Tequila?”

You were certain nothing would sit calmly in your stomach right now. “I’m alright, thank you.” You took a seat on the couch, wrapping your arms around yourself. The cold from the darkened world outside had begun to creep in, casting a chill over the house. It was an old place, and clearly didn’t have the best insulation.

“Well, congratulations to us, huh?” He gave you a wide smile.

You shot back the best fake grin you could muster. “Thank god it's over.”

“I hear that. I need a break. You cold?” He pointed a finger at you as you curled into a ball on the couch.

“No, I’m okay–”

“Actually, it’s fuckin’ freezing in here. Any objections to a fire?”

“That sounds nice, actually.” With any luck, you’d be gone before the last of the embers burned out.

He vanished for a moment, leaving you alone with your thoughts. You rehearsed the words you planned to say for the millionth time, and sent up a silent prayer that they would come out properly.

“Cheaper than turning up the heat,” Sam said when he came back in the room. He smiled at you as he set down the carrier full of logs, fresh from the storage rack they kept under the eve of the house. “Jake gets pissed when the electrical bill gets too high.”

“Well, it’s not like you live here,” you commented.

“I do now,” he sighed. “For now, at least.” He pulled up the sleeves of his sweater and started up a fire. There was something so intimate about it, sitting in silence as you watched him work. The flames roared to life, under his skillful touch.

“So what do you feel like doing? And answer quickly, or I’ll start giving you a tour of the record shelf.” He turned back at you to smile.

The humor was lost on you, and you felt a deep guilt as the smile washed from his face and he turned away when you didn’t laugh. This was it. It was time to say those dreaded words. “Actually, I think we should…talk.” Your mouth was dry, and your heart pounded in your chest. Blood was already rushing to your cheeks.

“About what?” He turned his head back to you, still absently poking at the fire. Clueless, it seemed.

“Well, like…”

“Hey, if this is about that one day, where you passed out in–” his voice faltered, and he cleared his throat. “When you fell asleep. I’m sorry. I didn’t realize you’d moved until–”

“It’s not about that.” You cut him off, not sure you could handle dwelling on that day right now. “I just wanted to know if…” you paused, thinking of how to word it correctly. You'd rehearsed this moment so many times, yet the words still stuck to your tongue like honey. “If I’m intruding on something.”

He stared at you blankly, his lips parted a bit. “What?” He laughed the word, only a small smile on his face.

Suddenly, you felt rather stupid. “I don’t know, I just saw you with that other girl–”

Everything around you screeched to a halt. You couldn’t even hear the crackling of the fire anymore. Other girl. It had come out so naturally, you hadn’t even considered the implication you were making with that single word. You suddenly realized just how many of those little implications you were making all at once. Foremost, that you and him were doing anything more than just being friends.

“Oh, her?” He stood, dusting off his hands, and sat down on the other end of the couch, his legs tucked beneath him and his fingers nervously fidgeting in his lap. “Just a friend.”

“That so?”

He couldn’t seem to meet your eyes anymore. “Yeah. Just something to pass the time, I guess.”

“Well, that's not a very respectful way to refer to a fling, Sam.”

“There I go again. Saying shit that makes me look like an asshole.”

“You seem to be pretty good at that.” It came out meaner than you’d meant, but it was cathartic nonetheless.

“Anyway. It's not that serious. You're not intruding on anything.”

It was both a wonderful and terrible feeling that washed over you in that moment. A thousand thoughts showed up at the front lines of your mind, warring against each other. So, it wasn’t serious. But serious enough that you didn’t even need to say a name for him to know what you meant. Something was telling you that you needed to get closer, now, while you had the chance. But you’d lost that right, given it up the moment you’d fallen into Jake’s arms.

“That’s good to know,” you said, quietly.

“Is that why you’ve been so distant lately?” He asked, his lips stumbling over the words like they were forced from his mouth.

You hadn’t done a very good job of hiding it, clearly. “Yeah, I guess so. And finals had been killing me. Just glad the semester is over.” The topic was starting to shift too close to home. “And you've been distant, too.”

“Well, I figured you just kind of…didn’t like me as much anymore. Not since Halloween.”

Your stomach dropped hard enough that you could feel a knot forming in your throat. He knows. It repeated in your mind like a broken record, loud and screeching. “Why would you think that?” Your voice was small and far away.

“I barely even saw you that night. You would just vanish any time I was around.” A profound sadness lingered behind his eyes. “And then you just disappeared. You didn’t even say bye before you left.”

You could almost physically feel your heart breaking inside your chest. This can't be real. All of it, all the pain you’d endured for the past months, was it really all over nothing? Had you really allowed yourself to be so easily swayed into hatred for him by something as simple as a few hookups? It didn’t feel real, nothing in the room felt tangible at this point. The heat from the fire did nothing to soothe the icy chill that crept into your veins and made you shiver.

You’d been backed into a corner, trapped into either lying, or telling a devastating truth. “Yeah, I didn’t feel great, so I went home.” The lie came out so effortlessly it made you feel sick. Even if he wouldn’t care, it would forever taint whatever you’d built with him if you were honest with him now. If it wasn't tainted already. He must be lying, you thought. There's no way he didn’t see the marks his brother had left all over you.

“You should have told me!” He gave you a tap on the arm. “I would have helped you. Or at least walked you home.”

There had been such unspoken animosity between you, that night after the party, when you’d seen him on the roof. Or, at least, that was how your mind had interpreted the interaction. You began to doubt every notion you had about him. Maybe you’d just taken it all the wrong way, maybe this had all just been a gigantic misunderstanding on your end.

“Sorry,” you mumbled, no longer able to meet his gaze.

“Oh, jeez, don’t be sorry.” Out of the corner of your eye, you watched him run his fingers through his hair. “I should have hung around you more. It’s on me.”

A part of you ached to just tell him the truth. The dejection that hung off of every word he spoke was killing you, slowly. With any luck, he would hate you, and you could go the rest of your life pretending he had never existed. But the mere thought of hurting him in such a way was so unfathomable to you, the truth may very well have not even existed to you. It would never leave your mouth, not even long after you left this cold, dreary town. A dirty little secret you would be forced to carry with you, forever.

“Oh!” He suddenly jumped, pointing a finger at you. “I almost forgot to ask! Speaking of parties, where are you gonna be for New Year’s?”

“Nowhere, really. I don’t really care about that stuff. I always just sleep through the countdown.” You sounded unbearably boring, and you knew it, but you also knew what was coming next. And you hoped to turn him off from it before he could–

“You’re coming to the party here.”

“Sam,” you smiled, shaking your head. “I–”

“Shush.” He held a finger out towards your lips. “You’re not spending New Year’s alone.”

It didn’t feel right. You came here with the intention to be having the exact opposite of this current conversation. Spend it with your waste of time, you want her more, you wanted to scream. This was not at all how you’d expected this to pan out, and it was giving you whiplash now having to change your tune.

The truth was dangerously close to your lips, stuck in your throat hard enough to make you want to gag. Instead, you choked out a “fine.”

“Bitchin'! Oh, we are gonna have iii such iii a good time!”

The knot of anxiety in your stomach started to unravel, seeing him so genuinely happy about your potential presence. You doubted yourself now, doubted your conviction to pull yourself away from this entire situation. Maybe there was a way out of it, a path you couldn't see just yet.

The night was easy, all of your original plans having been thrown out the window. By this time, you’d expected to be in bed, alone, crying yourself to sleep over a ruined friendship. The two of you caught up on your lost time, and he told you all about the strange and interesting experiences he’d had over the past several weeks. He seemed to be the kind of guy that attracted strangeness.

“It’s too quiet in here. Music?” He asked, bouncing up from the couch and making his way over to the bookshelf full of records against the wall.

“Sure.”

“How do you feel about…” his fingers danced along the frayed paper edges that jutted out from their wooden cubes. “Christmas music?” He raised an eyebrow at you, his fingers coming to a stop. “Are you a Christmas music lover or hater?”

“Uh–”

“Lover?” He cut you off with a laugh. “Perfect! I knew we were a good match.”

“Actually, I was gonna say–”

“How about this one?” He shouted above you, cutting you off once again. “What do you know about my man, uh…actually, I don’t know who this is. Hope it’s good.” He pulled a record from the shelf and set it on the small turntable that sat on what looked like an end table. “They just don't make album covers ugly like this anymore." He showed you the cover, clad in gaudy shades of red and green.

“Can I give my thoughts, or–”

“Only if they’re good ones!”

You couldn’t help but laugh at his antics as the room was filled with the warm, crackly sound of the record playing. He picked up the fire poker, twirling it between his fingers for a second before using it to adjust a few of the logs.

“Any plans for Christmas?” He asked, as he absently poked at the fire.

“I was gonna go home, but the weather's not looking like it’ll cooperate.” A brutal winter storm was due directly over the path to your hometown, and you weren’t interested in fighting with multiple canceled or delayed flights.

“So you’re just gonna be here alone?” He dusted off his hands and he sat back down on the couch, eyes fixed on his handiwork.

“It’s alright. I didn’t go anywhere last year, either. I’ll see them when summer comes.”

You both sat in silence for a bit, lost in whatever trance the human mind entered when staring at a burning fire. You felt peace, for once, for the first time in a while. The blush finally left your cheeks, and the sweet scent of the fire clung to your body like a warm hug. There was something about this place that struck you each time you found yourself in it. Like it was somewhere familiar, down to each exposed beam in the ceiling and every scuff in the hardwood. The way the floor creaked when you walked across it, the feel of the antique door knobs in your hands, it all made you feel like you were always supposed to find yourself in a place like this.

You looked over at Sam to find he was looking at you, too. As if he’d heard your internal monologue, he gave you a smile. “Glad you’re here.”

“Better than the dorms.”

Without warning, he hoisted himself closer to you. “You look like you've lost some of that sunshine lately, miss eclipse.” His eyes scanned over your face, remarkably close, so close that if either of you leaned forward just a few inches– “What’s got you so down?”

Your voice came out as barely above a whisper. “Did you have to get so close just to tell me I look sad?”

“Just wanted a better view.” He looked you over one last time, and collapsed back onto his side of the couch. “Seriously, though. What’s wrong?”

You’re the entire problem. It’s all you, however I look right now, it’s because of you. Nothing’s wrong. I’ve just been a bit exhausted from finals, that’s all.” Jake’s words rang through your head, how he’d pointed out your bad habit of saying that’s all when something was wrong.

Thankfully, Sam didn’t seem to have his older brother's sense of clairvoyance. “Well, it’s over. For now, at least. We can relax, finally.”

Relaxing was the last thing you would be doing in the coming week leading up to this party you’d so foolishly agreed to.

Despite the plethora of unsaid words between you, talking with him felt so easy, the way you both seemed to follow the progression of conversation so naturally. When your eyes began to feel heavy, and the fire began to die, a rising sense of unease in your heart became difficult to ignore.

“Want me to take you home?” Sam’s voice startled you out of a half-sleep you’d slipped into.

That was where the unease was coming from. You didn’t want to go home. You had no desire to return to the fluorescents, the uncomfortable bed, the bittersweet loneliness of your room in an empty building.

“Not really,” you mumbled, curling yourself up sideways on the couch. You’d inched a bit closer to him, and you could feel the tips of his fingers, draped across the back of the couch, lightly brush against your shoulder. “That place sucks.”

“You can sleep here, if you want, but…” He glanced at the front door. “The guys will probably be back tonight. Maybe, I don't know.”

An implication, heavy as the snow that had begun to fall outside, settled on both of you.

“I’ll sleep on the floor in your room,” you said, only half-joking. “Probably would still be more comfortable than those dorm beds.”

“You could always just sleep in my bed.”

“With you?”

Your eyes locked, and a sensation like sticking a fork in an outlet jolted through you. You could just barely hear the suggestion of a gasp from him, though it may have been from your own lips, you couldn’t tell.

“That’s not what I meant…but…”

Just say it. Say something. You’d never wished for him to make any kind of move before now, but it was unbearable how badly you wanted him to just do something. He was only one small movement away from you. You needed him to break this tension, say he wanted to kiss you, say he hated you, say he wanted to fuck you, anything.

“I mean–”

You cut him off. “Maybe I should just go home.” Ever the self-saboteur you were.

“Maybe you should.”

The record had reached its end, an eerily still silence befalling the room.

“That means I have to drive you.” He said it like he was hoping you would say something to the contrary.

“I can just walk.”

“It's freezing. And snowing. You're not gonna walk, you didn’t even bring a coat.”

“That’s true,” you mumbled. Now what? You were astounded at your own ability to put yourself in the most awkward positions. Go home, and wallow in what could have been? Or gamble your entire friendship on this one chance? As it would turn out, you wouldn’t need to make the choice at all.

“How long are we going to do this?” He huffed.

You blinked at him, clueless. “Do what?”

“Act like this.” he motioned between the two of you.

“Sam, I don’t know what you’re getting at.”

“This…tension.” He sighed, his breath sounding shaky. “Am I crazy?”

“Tension?”

“Maybe I am just crazy. It just feels like every time I’m around you, we both get kinda weird, and it's like, there's so many things I want to say, but I don't know what they are.”

There it was again, that tone of speaking where his words tumbled over one another trying to leave his mouth as quickly as possible. You could almost physically feel your brain straining, trying to think of a way out of this. But every time, you circled back to the same point – there was no way out.

This was it. This was the peak that all your pining had been building towards. The fear of rejection was loud, but his words seemed to be saying something you'd pushed away for far too long. The thought that maybe, just maybe, he wanted you too. Though it wasn’t really a maybe, was it? The way he’d been so angry with you for thinking you’d hooked up with Jake, the darkness in his eyes when he saw the bruises on your neck, the way he’d looked at you when your head was in his lap, the little touches, the glances, the nickname, it all meant something. Something that you’d refused to even acknowledge as a possibility until this very moment.

Maybe he wanted you, too.

“Can I just–”

You moved fluidly in time with him as he leaned across the couch and caught your face in his hands. Your body worked faster than your brain, placing your fingers over his forearms. You were so close you could nearly taste him. There was nothing you could do to stop the small, surprised gasp that left your lips.

“This is it, isn't it?” He asked. “This is why you've been this way lately.”

“Sam…” the single word came out of your mouth in a pathetic, pleading tone.

“You’re…jealous, aren't you?”

It wasn't the first word you'd use to describe how you felt, but it was certainly one of them. But you didn’t want him to know that. Jealousy, in your eyes, was an ugly emotion you were ashamed of. Yearning was what you’d spent the last several months doing, not being jealous. Yet you were lying to your own face – you knew that deep down. There was no telling what you wouldn’t give to be his little waste of time.

You paused for too long, your thoughts blaring too loudly for you to speak. He spoke for you. “Look at you.” He paused, a smile slowly lighting his eyes as they darted across your face. “Can’t speak?”

“I don’t know what to say.”

“We can just cut the shit and actually talk for once, how about that?” It was a brutal thing to say, but he was right.

“I thought you didn’t like me. Not like this.” You punctuated the last word by digging your fingers into his arms a bit harder.

“Who says I do?” He couldn’t keep a straight face when he spoke.

“Let go, then. Take me home.” You shocked yourself with just how calm and collected you sounded, even as your heart felt as if it may beat out of your chest at any second.

“We’re still not talking. We just keep going around and around…” he moved your face in a small circle with his hand. “In circles. Over and over.”

“Just say whatever you’re trying to say, Sammy. Please.” You couldn’t take much more of this, your willpower starting to crack at the seams.

“I don’t think I can put it to words.” He pulled you the smallest bit closer, and you went willingly. “Can I just kiss you?” The words left him first, though they may as well have come from you as well, given the way you leaned forward.

Your lips brushed against his. His fingers tightened their grip on the sides of your face. You wrapped your arms around his waist. A series of actions that seemed to happen in stop-motion, unbearably slow but all too fast at the same time.

There had to be some catch, you figured. Something would stop this, like a poorly-written movie. Someone was bound to come crashing through the door at any moment to spoil what was happening right in front of your eyes. But nothing of the sort occurred. Instead, you shut your eyes and let him come to you. And he did so.

Your lips felt perfect in his. A kiss unlike any you’d had before, he moved flawlessly in tune with you. He didn’t rush, only gently exploring the curves of your lips with his own. When he broke away from you to take a deep, shaking breath, you had to stop yourself from chasing him back down.

It was like the entire world had stopped, even the embers in the fire hushing their crackles to give the two of you a moment of silent reflection. It began to sink in. You’d kissed him. You kissed Sam. The taste of him flowed over you in waves, a taste you would never forget until the day you died.

“Sorry,” he mumbled.

“For what?”

“I didn’t wait for you to answer.”

It felt ridiculous that it would even occur to him to ask in the first place. As if the two of you hadn’t been dancing around this moment for months now, as if there was anything you’d wanted more.

You finally found the strength to open your eyes. The sight of him was breathtaking, in the most literal sense. Those half-lidded eyes and the way his hair framed his face, the way you were so close you could see the lightest hint of stubble on his chin, all of it was powerfully beautiful. You were suddenly struck by the sense that you would never be able to find the words to describe this moment.

You had no control over yourself as you gripped around his waist tighter, leaning back in, capturing his lips in yours. The softest groan rose from his throat, a sound so melodic to your ears you could hear it a thousand times and never get tired of it. “Yes,” you whispered between breaths.

“What?” His reply was cut off by another kiss.

“Yes, you can kiss me. And yes, I'm so jealous.”

Every other word between you was communicated in the way he pushed against you, laying you back onto the couch. His fingers wrapped in your hair, his other hand gripping the arm of the couch so hard you could hear his fingernails scratch against the fabric. He asked you how jealous? by pulling away from you a bit. You answered you have no idea in the way you chased him and pulled him back with a hand in his hair.

He wandered across your jawline, down to your neck, where he planted a few soft kisses before gently nipping at the skin. The whine that came from you caused both of you to pause. You were back in your body, but your head was so far up in the clouds you could barely remember where you were. You’d barely registered how his thigh had come to rest between your legs, and the way you were lifting your hips to grind against him. It was embarrassing, how desperate you were for contact with him.

A shiver coursed through your body when it finally clicked it was him. None of this felt real, at all. Sam was biting at your neck, your fingers were tangled in his hair, and it was real. It felt impossible to wrap your head around it all.

“How long?” You asked, before you could stop yourself.

“Hmm?”

“How long have you wanted this?”

“Since the day we met.” He sank his teeth into you, awarding him a gentle gasp.

So many firsts were transpiring all at the same time. You were quickly becoming overwhelmed, tears of excitement and joy and emotions you couldn't place prickling at the corners of your eyes. You pushed him back from you with a gentle touch, and he went so willingly it was as if he was weightless to you.

“Fuck, do you need me to stop? I’ll stop.” He was already climbing his way off of you, his eyes fixed on the tears welling up in your eyes.

“No!” The word came out broken, a sobbing gasp, pleading and desperate. “Tears of joy, I swear.”

“Needed it that bad, huh?” An obnoxious, cocky grin graced his features. A smile you’d seen before on a certain someone else. “We could have cut to the chase a lot sooner if you’d just said something.” He combed his fingers through your hair.

“You didn’t need me.” It hurt like hell to say it out loud. “You had your little waste of time, and I…” I had your brother. “I had myself.”

“I did need you, though.”

As if by some kind of grand comedic timing, the sound of tires crunching on asphalt broke through the silence, and headlights flashed through the gaps in the blinds.

“Shit.” He scrambled his way off of you, running his fingers through his hair in an attempt to fix his disheveled appearance.

“Who’s that?” You asked, righting yourself on the couch and trying to come back down to earth.

“Don’t know. Thought they’d be at that party all night.” He ran a hand over his face, letting out an exasperated sigh. “I didn’t tell anyone you were coming over.”

“Are they gonna be mad?”

“Only if one of ‘em has a girl with them.”

Your heart rate climbed ever higher when you heard keys rattling in the lock, and the creaking of the door opening. A familiar face stared back at you through the mesh of the screen door.

“Jake!” Sam called, waving at his brother as he came in through the door.

You watched Jake’s eyes flit between you and Sam, his jaw set in a way that looked particularly pissed off.

“Hey.”

“Where’s the others?”

“In someone’s bed somewhere.”

The tension between the three of you was thick enough to cut with a knife, and the occasional pops from the dying fire felt like gunshots in your ears. You shot Sam a worried look as Jake hung his coat on the rack next to the door, but he looked unbothered.

“You didn’t say anyone was coming over tonight,” Jake said, digging in his coat pockets.

“I was just about to take her home, actually.”

“Yeah, I’m pretty tired,” you chimed in, though your voice wavered.

“Alright. Have a good night.” He made his way up the stairs, and you could feel your body relax once he was out of sight.

“Surprised he didn’t have a girl in tow,” Sam whispered to you once you both heard Jake’s bedroom door shut.

You forced out a small laugh, your head still spinning from the pace of everything that had just transpired. “Guess I’ve gotta go home, then, huh?”

He shrugged. “They wouldn’t mind if you stayed.”

Stayed, and…did what, exactly? Jake was here now. If you went up to Sam’s room, sharing a wall with Jake’s, he would know. Did it matter, though? You had the one you really wanted, now – but did you, really? You’d only kissed, after all. There had been no confession, no declaration of anything other than attraction. And you knew you did not have it in you to say it.

“I don’t want to be a bother,” you muttered. “Just take me home.”

When you finally collected yourself and stepped out into the night, the frigid air felt refreshing on your flushed skin. He held the door to his car for you, a simple gesture, but one that meant the world to you. His hands gripped the wheel tightly as you stared out the windshield, trying to think of anything to say. Some kind of comment or joke to lighten the unbearable tension in the car.

“So…” he began, clearing his throat. “I’ll be gone for a bit. Next time I’ll see you is New Year’s.”

“Right.”

“We’re still doing the same shit.” He glanced at you, a small smirk on his face. “Not talking.”

You only hummed in agreement, not trusting any of the words that were lined up behind your lips. You could only replay the way Jake’s eyes had harbored a specific type of anger you couldn’t quite put your finger on. And the way he had barely acknowledged your existence.

He pulled the car up to the entrance to the residence hall and threw it in park, slinging an arm over the back of your seat. “I hope I didn’t ruin anything. Like, our friendship.”

You shook your head. “Quite the opposite, actually.”

“Sorry we were interrupted.”

You leaned yourself a bit closer to him, your elbow resting on the center console. “It’s alright. I’ll see you soon.”

“Yeah.” He caught the side of your face in his hand, his fingers trailing through your hair. “I’ll see you soon. And I’ll make up for tonight.”

He kissed you gently, just barely touching his lips to yours. It felt so sweet, and so right, to say goodbye to him this way. He leaned his forehead against yours, and you wished that this moment would never end.

You couldn't get yourself to pull away. You needed to say so many things, but the words simply would not come. It must have been written all over your face, from the way Sam smiled at you and nodded towards the door.

“Go get some sleep. We can talk about it tomorrow.”

Reluctantly, you pulled yourself away from him. “See ya.”

You couldn’t help but watch his car pull away once you were inside the building. It hurt, and you didn’t want him to leave, but you needed this night alone. It all started to wash over you, glimpses of reality hitting you like stray bullets with every step you took back to your dorm. All of that had been real.

The smell of him hung off of your clothes, that sweet incense aroma and whatever cologne he wore. Like he was still following you, even as you collapsed into your bed, not bothering to turn any lights on. This moment was supposed to be a somber one – you'd expected the literal opposite of where you were now. He’d offered to let you sleep in his bed. There was no doubt in your mind that if you’d taken him up on that offer, the two of you would have absolutely–

You brought your hands up to slap the sides of your face, knocking that thought off its tracks. That was far too much to think about right now. All you could seem to focus on was the warmth of his body on yours, the sweet taste of his lips, the soft sounds he had made against your mouth.

So, it had been mutual all along. A part of you was almost angry at him, for keeping it from you. But you were not innocent, yourself, as you'd never made any moves either. It was still unclear if he wanted anything more from you than your body, but even that would be more than enough for you.

It felt like starlight was coursing through your veins, a bright energy racing through all your thoughts. Every color seemed more radiant, every light seemed brighter. When you couldn't get yourself to sleep, and went for a cigarette on the roof, the stars seemed to be shining extra bright. Little points of light you’d never noticed before stuck out to you, and for once, you wished Sam was there beside you to point them out. With any luck, you had just walked through the one door you'd been searching for. And there was no turning back.

[hailthegodsong]

thanks for trying to help, google docs... not quite what i was going for though

[readyforthegarden]

Just Hear Those Sleigh Bells Jingling - J.M.K.

Synopsis: A cozy, quintessential and slightly rustic Christmas with Josh. A roaring fire, a bowl of chestnuts, and some sugar plum fairies dancing in your heads.

Warnings: None, jut pure holiday fluff!

WC: 2963

A/N: Dedicated to my @lunaindigoraven for being so wonderful and amazing, putting up with me losing my mind over these four men and being one of the best people here. I'm so happy and lucky to have met you and I hope you love this as much as I loved writing it!!

Sam’s Holiday Fic // Danny’s Holiday Fic // Jake’s Holiday Fic

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"Babe! It's snowing again!" your delightful laugh rang through the rustic cabin as your wide eyes took in the flurries of snowflakes flittering down from the sky. Josh wrapped his arms around you from behind, resting his chin on your shoulder as he gazed out to the winter wonderland with you. "It's so beautiful."

"It is." Josh agreed softly in your ear, kissing the shell of it lightly. "Come on, come finish the tree with me." you let him pull you away from the window and into the living room of the cabin. Twinkling lights adorned the Christmas tree, a gold beaded garland and a silver tinsel one wrapping around it to the top where a golden starburst shone. A few baubles were already hanging from the branches, and you hurried over to the tub of decorations, rifling through for the next ornament to catch your eye.

"Oh, this one is so dainty!" you grinned, gingerly picking up the hand blown glass bulb. It had red glass poinsettia flowers pulled around it, and you were certain you'd break it if you breathed on it wrong.

"I love that one." Josh took it from you gently, attaching a small hook. "It should go front and center, the lights catch the glass so beautifully." He held it up to the tree, and you saw what he meant as the glass glittered and shined in front of the small lights. The two of you continued to decorate the tree, taking small breaks to refresh your spiced apple toddies and eat a snack off the rustic charcuterie board you'd both made earlier in the afternoon.

Popping an olive into your mouth, you stared at the tree, focusing and unfocusing your eyes to find any blank spots that needed an ornament. Josh stood next to you, crunching on a mini toast as he regarded the tree with the same scrutiny.

"Something's missing..." he mused as he chewed, and you nodded in agreement.

"Maybe we need to fluff the tinsel garland again?" you suggested with a shrug. Josh skewed his pursed lips to the side as he thought, and you had to fight the urge to lean over and smooch him, how cute he looked when he was perplexed.

"Let's take a little break, make some actual dinner, and come back with fresh eyes." Josh supplied after a few moments of silence. You nodded and took the hand he offered, letting him tug you along to the kitchen. Josh hummed under his breath as he helped you put together a quick Christmas Eve Eve dinner, peanut butter and jelly sandwiches with a few sugar cookies on the side. You both sat at the table in silence as you ate, both trying to come up with what was missing.

Now that you thought about it, something felt off in the entire cabin. Maybe the lights were too dim..or too bright? The garlands were hung meticulously over the doorways, but maybe they weren't the right shade of evergreen?

"What do you think everyone is doing?" Josh asked softly, staring out the window at the piling snow. You broke off the arm off a santa cookie, munching on it quietly.

"Jake is probably trying to strangle Sam with a garland because he won't let him play any christmas music after 1981, while Ronnie films it. Your mom is making sure everything is ready for her Christmas Eve dinner and your dad is hiding in his music room, away from the chaos." Josh snorted a laugh that made you giggle even more than you already were.

"You and I would be the good kids, helping mom and actually decorating." Josh sat up straighter in his seat, priding himself on being a perfect child. You scoffed.

"We'd be up in your old bedroom, trying to be as quiet as possible so no one misses us, because you can't keep your hands or lips to yourself for more than ten minutes after you've had some Kiskza family recipe eggnog."

"Sue me, I've got a beautiful woman, and the Christmas spirits make me want to get my holly jollies off." Josh shrugged. You balled up your napkin and tossed it at him, faux appalled at his words. "Hey!"

"Ew, holly jollies?! That's gross." you grabbed your empty plate and stood up. "That's it, you've ruined Christmas."

"Oh no!" Josh followed you to the sink, placing his plate with yours in the basin and wrapping his arms around your waist, pulling you tightly back against him. "How can I make this right? How can I save Christmas?" you thought over his question for a few moments.

"Well, according to movie logic, you now have to get me to believe in Santa again, while winning a holiday baking contest and putting on a Christmas showcase that will save the orphanage from closing."

"I-I don't think I can do all that..." Josh held back his laugh. You pouted and thought it over a bit more.

"Hmm, Charlie Brown Christmas and you refresh my drink for me for the rest of the night?"

"That I can do." Josh pressed a soft, lingering kiss to your temple and headed out to the living room to start the movie. You quickly washed and dried the dishes and hurried to the living room, nearly tackling Josh onto the couch and getting cozy under the fuzzy throw blankets. He cuddled in close and made sure you were absolutely comfortable before starting the short movie.

The two of you finished out the night watching more classic movies, sometimes getting up to place another ornament on the tree or fluff the branches. As the two of you got ready for bed, the feeling of something missing was still there, and both you and Josh could see the slight sadness behind each others smiles.

While he left you alone to go double check the doors were locked, you snatched up your phone, opening the text thread quickly.

To: Jake, Papa K,

“Something is missing this Christmas, and I think I know what. How would you guys feel about coming up to the cabin and spending the holidays here together? Surprise Josh?”

Jake: “you’re already sick of being alone with Josh, huh?” you rolled your eyes and went to type a snarky response back, but Kelly messaged back.

Papa K: “having everyone together again would be amazing, we’ll be there!”

Unbeknownst to you, Josh had a similar idea.

To: Mom, Sam, Ronnie,

“Christmas isn’t the same without the family. We both feel it. Come up and spend a snowy holiday with us?”

Sam: “I knew you couldn’t be away from us for more than a day.”

Ronnie: “Say less!”

Mom: “I’m already packing! We’ll see you tomorrow!!”

You heard Josh’s footsteps coming back up the stairs and quickly set your phone on the nightstand, running to the en-suite bathroom and quickly snatching up your brush, running it through the ends of your hair like you’d been getting ready for bed the past few minutes.

“Babe?” he called out as he entered the bedroom. You peeked into the bedroom and he smiled at you once he saw you. “Ready for bed?”

“Yeah,” you smiled softly, setting your brush back down on the counter, and shutting off the bathroom light. You made your way to the big, cozy bed and slid in on your side, shimmying under the covers until you were pressed against Josh’s side right in the middle.

Josh wrapped his arms around you, snuggling into you and pressing soft kisses to your lips after turning off his bedside lamp.

“It’s so quiet.” you mumbled into his chest once you scooted even closer.

“I know.” Josh agreed. “We’ll play our Christmas music really loud tomorrow and clink our glasses a lot to fill the gaps.”

“I’ll sing along really loud, too.” you chuckled, knowing your voice was less than lovely, and Josh laughed, rumbling you on his chest and squeezing you tightly.

“I’d love to hear it.” he promised. “Goodnight, Sugar Plum.”

“Goodnight Joshy.”

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“Just hear those sleigh bells jingling a-ring-ting-tingling tooooo!” Josh bellowed in a lower register, making you laugh as he spun you around in the living room as he sang along to the Carpenter's Christmas album. “Come on it’s lovely weather for a sleigh-ride together with yoooouuu!”

“It’s one in the afternoon, and it’s still too early for this.” you pressed a soft kiss to his lips, before tugging away from him and scooping up your coffee mug from the coffee table, and taking a long sip. Josh took the mug from your hand, taking a gulp as well and shrugged.

“You coffee lovers don’t have any natural perk.” he shook his head. “But you’ll need it later.” you paused as panic set in. Did he see the texts to his twin and dad? He used your phone to switch the music a little bit ago, it’s possible. You took a small breath and gave him a small smile.

“Why’s that?” you asked, your heart beating out of your chest, nervous that the surprise was ruined. Josh just grinned and wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you in close.

“Because, my lovely, silly Sugar Plum,” he began, “We have to stay up and catch Santa.” he tapped the tip of your nose with his index finger.

“Oh, you wanna stay up all night? Try and and catch the big man? I don’t think I can stay up that late.”

“Oh I have a few ideas on how I can keep you up, my love.” Josh smirked, leaning down and kissing you gently. You let the kiss progress, sliding your hands in his hair the shaved sides tickling your fingertips before they wound into his loose curls. Things were about to get a little heated when the sound of car doors slamming broke you two apart, both looking towards the large picture window in the living room.

Two large vans were parked out front next to Josh’s jeep, and people were behind the doors, grabbing things from the car. You looked at Josh, and he looked at you right back, then both of you at the same time said “Surprise!”

“Wait, what?” Josh asked as you laughed. “No, I surprised you! I asked mom to bring everyone up!”

“No way, I texted your dad and Jake!” Josh grabbed you and pulled you into a hug. “It didn’t feel the same without everyone.”

“I know, I was feeling it too.” He mumbled before kissing your temple. “C’mon, let’s go greet our merry guests!” you both moved to the door, throwing it open just as Karen was coming up the steps, a large roast pan in her arms.

“My baby!” she cried, moving towards Josh. He grinned and held out his arms, waiting for a hug and a kiss from her. Instead she plopped the roast pan in his arms and moved around him, wrapping you in a big hug and kissing your cheek. “Merry Christmas honey! Are you surprised?!”

“Thank you Mama, I am! It seems like Josh and I had the same idea! Do you need any help bringing stuff in?”

“Oh no, we didn’t bring much. Sam! Put those bags in the kitchen and once we’re settled you and Jake come help me with dinner!”

“Oh, you don’t have to cook, Mom.” Josh adjusted the pan in his arms, wrapping an around his mother and giving her a greeting kiss.

“Hush. I’m going to cook Christmas Eve dinner like I always do.” Mama K laughed. “Now take that to the kitchen and preheat the oven to three hundred and fifty degrees. If I don’t get that bird in now we won’t be eating until tomorrow morning.”

“I wouldn’t say no to that breakfast.” Jake smiled, lugging in suitcases, his partner behind him. You moved to grab one but when he let go, he swept you up in a hug, squeezing tight. “Thanks for inviting us up.”

“Of course. Christmas isn’t the same without all the Kiszka’s.” you gave a hug to his partner as well and ushered them into the house.

“Damn right!” Ronnie and Kelly bounded through the door way, shutting the cold air out behind them and gathering you up in a big hug before moving into Josh once he was back in the foyer. Once everyone was inside and settled, the noise of the everyone’s voices, the classic holiday shows on the TV turned up over the music playing in the background, you glanced over to Josh as you helped Mama K prepare her stuffing, cutting up celery as he and Jake picked over wines to serve with dinner. He met your gaze and rolled his eyes, wearing one of the biggest grins you’d seen on his face in the past few days.

“I’m going to show you the secret ingredient that makes my stuffing so amazing.” Mama K leaned over, whispering to you. “Not even Sam or Jake know this secret.”

“Are you sure I should know before them?” you looked surprised you looked at Sam who was peeling sweet potatoes at the table. “They’re your kids.” Karen regarded you for a moment, looking to Josh and back to you again, a soft smile on her face.

“You’re also one of my kids.” she said softly. “My mother’s intuition says you’re going to be around for a long, long time.” you blushed, looking up and catching Josh watching you and his mom interact with a smile on his face. “The secret is extra butter.”

“Just…butter?”

“Salted butter. About a tablespoon more than what you think you’re supposed to use.” Karen winked. “Makes all the difference.”

“Extra butter. Got it.” you nodded, crossing your heart and swearing yourself to secrecy with a wink. The two of you, with the help of Jake and Sam finished preparing dinner, moving everything around just in time for the turkey to be done as Ronnie and Jake's partner set the table. Once everything was on the table, you all sat down, squeezing the large family in at the small table. You were sandwiched between Josh and Sam, trying to serve yourself as both boys piled your plate sky high with food while talking to you and talking to each other.

"You gotta try my sweet potatoes." Sam said, spooning a big serving onto your plate. "The traditional casserole is too sweet, so i like to to slice them up, and do a cinnamon and honey glaze on them."

"They look and smell amazing, Sam." you smiled at his grin when you complimented his dish. "I can't wait to try them."

"I can show you how to make them, too." he offered, excited to share a recipe with someone other than Jake.

"I'd love that!" you reached over and squeezed his forearm gently. Josh cleared his throat, catching everyone's attention as he stood up with his glass of wine.

"Before we eat, I would like to give a toast." he started. "I've always considered myself incredibly lucky for the family I was born into. There's always been so much love and support for all of us and we never went without. I never really realized that something was missing until I found this one right here." he put his hand on your shoulder, looking down at you with a loving smile. "I can't believe that you tried to surprise me with my family on Christmas Eve so we could spend the holidays together."

"Well, you also had the same idea, so the surprise didn't really work out." you scrunched your nose up with a small, embarrassed smile. Josh shook his head.

"You still managed to surprise me, believe me." his hand came up to cup your face, his thumb gently caressing your cheek before addressing his family again. "And that's what the holidays are all about. Family, whether blood or found, and being together with good food and good spirits. So I want to raise a toast to family, and all of us being together tonight, thanks to this little Sugar Plum Fairy. So I ask that we all raise our glasses to Family, and to our Sugar Plum."

"To Family and Sugar Plum!" the table echoed, and your face felt like it was on fire as you heard Kelly mumble something to Jake about you being another fine addition to the family after his sip of wine.

Dinner was amazing, the turkey was perfect, Sam's sweet potatoes were decadent, and Jake's mashed potatoes were perfectly seasoned and mouth watering. But the star of the show was truly the side of stuffing, Mama K being right about the extra butter. After dinner was cleaned up, everyone gathered in the living room, Ronnie stoking the fire in the fireplace while Jake and Kelly sat with a guitar and a harmonica, playing bluesy versions of classic Christmas carols.

"Hey," Josh came up behind you as you leaned agains the doorframe, his hands resting on your waist. You leaned back into his embrace, feeling the second glass of wine lulling you into a dreamy state of mind. Josh could tell by your body language, and held you closer. The spicy musk of his cologne enveloping you made you cuddle in closer.

"Hi baby." you turned your face and smiled up at him. He leaned down and pressed a kiss to your lips. "What are you doing?"

"Just enjoying the most perfect Christmas I've ever had." he sighed happily. "My family, my love, all in one place."

"This has been pretty amazing." you agreed. Josh swayed you gently to the beat of the music, humming softly in your ear. After a few moments, his mom called you both over into the living room and you and Josh got cuddled up amongst the family, enjoying the snowy night with the warmth of family.

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[rachiekiszka]

Christmas Traditions

You take Jake up to your family cabin for Christmas and he offers to read to you.

Jake Kiszka x Female reader

Word Count: 3k

Warnings: 18+ explicit content, unprotected sex, fingering, a *hint* of cockwarming

You loved spending Christmas at your family cabin on the lake. You had been going every year since you could remember. The small town of Kewadin, Michigan sat just about as far north as you could get in the lower peninsula, about an hour outside of the nearest city. The town was small and quiet in the summer, but in the winter it was downright deserted. Very few of its residents lived here year round, with the majority of houses being summer homes on Lake Michigan. One year when you were young your family decided it would be interesting to see what it was like in the winter. Snow on the ground, the bay practically freezing over on the coldest days, a fire roaring in the fireplace, card games all day, skiing in Boyne City. This was how you spent your winter breaks. You and your family in your own little world.

This year would be different though. This year was the first year you were taking your boyfriend Jake to your family Christmas. You weren't sure why you were nervous. You knew Jake liked your family and they liked him. He would fit in just fine. But it would be a change from your usual traditions. 

The two of you were flying out earlier than the rest of your family, so you would have a few days to yourself in the cabin. You flew through the Detroit airport and picked up a rental car, stopping to see his family in Frankenmuth before making the rest of the 4 hour drive up to Kewadin. You offered to drive, knowing the backroads closer to the cabin might get confusing, but Jake insisted. Against your better judgement, you fell asleep. You woke up several hours later as Jake gently shook you, the car pulled over on the side of route 31.

“Okay, so I may have gotten a little lost” Jake looked at you with a sheepish smile.

You shook your head, smiling, and took a look around, trying to figure out how far away you were. You noticed the sign for the maple syrup farm to your left, cluing you in to the fact that you hadn’t passed the turnoff onto Quarterline just yet. 

“I'll take over now, we’re close, but these next few turns are easy to miss.”

Before long you were pulling into the frozen gravel driveway of 4398 Juniper Drive. You were greeted with the same faded red paint on the one story house. The screen door screeched open as you and Jake pushed through with your bags. You grabbed the spare key from the hook hidden on the back of the porch chair, unlocking the front door. You showed Jake around the cabin. The small kitchen without a dishwasher, the big dining table that was often covered in puzzles, the path down to the lake. He took it all in, listening to you recount stories of years past. He paused in the hallway, looking at all of your family photos along the wall. 

“Is this you?” He laughed, pointing to the worst picture of you in existence. You were 11 years old, wearing your headgear and a nightgown. This was in fact the only picture to exist of you wearing headgear, and had made the family photo wall as more of a joke than anything else. 

“Oh my god, don’t look at that!” you laughed covering the picture with both hands.

“Oh no, let me see!” Jake tried to move your hands, a shit eating grin on his face. When you wouldn't budge, he reached his hands down to your sides, tickling you mercilessly. You squealed, writhing under his touch and immediately moving your hands in hopes of stopping him.

“Aww look at you,” Jake smiled, now able to see the full picture “Adorable as ever.”

“You don’t play fair!” you pouted, leaning back into his chest. His hands now rested comfortably around your waist. He leaned in, pressing a kiss to your temple, gently swaying you side to side. 

“So, why don’t you go give me a tour of the bedroom?” Jake spun you around to face him, pulling you in for a kiss. You pulled away, placing your hand on his chest. You could feel his heartbeat picking up at your touch.

“As much as I would love to explore the adventure that is sex in a bunk bed, we need to go grocery shopping.”

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The nearest grocery store was a small market about 20 minutes outside of town. You had considered not even bringing Jake with you because you knew exactly what you needed from the store and where to find it, but you knew he’d have nothing to do at the cabin without you, and you enjoyed his company even if he did slow you down. 

You loaded the paper grocery bags into the trunk of the rental car as light snow fell around you. You could hear the faint sound of the Christmas radio station playing in the store as customers filed in and out. 

“So what now?” Jake asked as you climbed into the driver’s seat, turning the heat on high as you rubbed your cold hands together.

“Well, usually at this point my family would pick up a pizza from the place next door and decorate the house for Christmas…” You trailed off, a slight twinge of sadness in your voice.

“But you want to wait for them to decorate the house, yeah?” Jake gave you a soft smile, placing his hand over yours on the center console. “Well, why don’t we pick up a pizza, just us. We’ll go back and light a fire, and do something else to get us in the Christmas spirit?”

You grinned, nodding.

After a short wait, you were on the way home with your pizza and your groceries. Jake had hooked his phone up to the car and was playing Christmas music, singing along wholeheartedly. You watched him out of the corner of your eye as you drove, your smile never leaving your face. 

When you made it back to the cabin you quickly unloaded the groceries, putting away the things that needed to be kept cold. You and Jake were starving and you were ready to dig into that pizza. You opened the cupboard taking out two plates and two glasses, popping open the bottle of wine you had just bought.

Jake cringed, shaking his head as he watched you plop a few ice cubes into your glass, “Y/N you’re lucky I love you because under any other circumstances that would be a dealbreaker.”

“Hey! I like my wine cold, and seeing as we just bought this bottle,” You paused, holding the bottle up to his eye level, “It’s room temperature.. Yuck” you made a face, sticking out your tongue. Jake simply laughed in response.

You handed him his glass and a plate of pizza, taking your usual seat at the dining table. The sun had long since set, and it was pitch black outside, devoid even of stars in the snowy winter sky. But it was warm and comfortable in the cabin. Jake’s hand rested on your thigh beneath the table, his thumb tracing small circles against you. You met his eyes, taking a sip of your wine. Neither one of you said a word. Just finished your meal enjoying each other’s company. 

Jake offered to get the fire started while you did the dishes. When you returned to the living room, he had a strong fire burning. He had found a few candles around the room and lit them as well. The blankets and pillows from the couch had been made into a little fort on the floor in front of the fireplace. Jake sat on one of the blankets, holding a worn copy of Charles Dickens' A Christmas Carol.

“I promised we could do something to get us in the Christmas spirit, and I saw this on the bookshelf earlier,” he said, gesturing to the book, “Come sit with me, I’ll read it to you.”

“Jake,” you whispered, a soft smile forming on your lips “You didn’t have to”

“Come here darling” Jake patted the spot next to him on the blanket. You curled up next to him, placing your head in his lap.

Jake began reading, running his fingers through your hair absentmindedly as he went. 

“One Christmas Eve, Scrooge, an old man, still sat busy in his office. The weather was cold, and he could hear the people in the street outside beating their hands upon their breasts and stamping their feet upon the pavement to keep warm. ‘A merry Christmas, Uncle ! ' cried a cheerful voice. It was Scrooge's nephew. ‘Bah ! ‘ said Scrooge. ‘Humbug!’ “

Jake had never read to you like this before, but it was nice. Intimate. His voice had a slight rasp to it, and you found it relaxing, although it also made your heart flutter. He made up little voices for each of the characters, occasionally peering down to gauge your reaction. 

You stayed this way for a long time, as the fire began to die out in front of you. Jake never moved, never complained or shifted beneath you, just kept reading with your head in his lap, offering the occasional touch or squeeze to remind you he was thinking of you as he read. 

As he reached the end of the chapter you sat up, stretching. Jake put the book in his lap, eyeing you up and down.

“You look beautiful, Y/N.”

“I look disheveled and half asleep” you shook your head, tucking your hair behind your ears. 

Jake however, Jake looked beautiful like this. The now low burning firelight danced across his skin giving him a soft orange glow. You leaned in and kissed him, softly, just barely dancing your tongue across his. He pulled you in closer, kissing you again, his hand finding its way into your hair.

“Y/N?”

“Yeah?” your faces rested millimeters from each other, foreheads pressed together.

“I think you should give me that tour of the bedroom now”

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You lay naked in the bottom bunk of your childhood room in the cabin, your legs spread for Jake. He had made short work of your clothes, hungrily pushing you down onto the mattress. He was bent over in the cramped space, unable to sit up fully. His left hand rested on your inner thigh, keeping you on display for him. With his right hand, he teased your entrance with one finger, making slow languid circles through your wetness avoiding where you wanted to be touched most. A frustrated moan escaped your lips as Jake just barely brushed over your clit.

“Impatient are we?” Jake teased, stopping his motions entirely.

You wiggled your hips, pouting.

“Please, Jake. Please!”

“Please what darling?”

“Please touch me”

Jake met your eyes as he plunged two fingers into you without warning, drawing a strangled cry from your lips. 

“Fuck, Jake!”

His skilled fingers curled into you mercilessly, hitting you at just the right spot over and over again. Before long, you couldn’t focus on anything except Jake's hand between your legs, your thoughts scrambled as a string of profanities fell from your open mouth. You wished you could keep your eyes open in these moments to watch Jake, sweat beading on his forehead, mouth hung open, looking down at you, focused; but your eyes were screwed shut with pleasure. 

Your legs began to shake as your orgasm began to build in earnest, fighting against Jake’s hold on your thigh, keeping your legs open. 

“You can take it darling, come on, show me how good you are for me and cum all over these fingers”

Jake had no sooner finished his thought than you were clenching furiously around his fingers, your orgasm crashing into you at full speed. Your mouth hung open, wordlessly, unable to process the intense feeling. 

Jake watched in awe as you came down from your high, licking his fingers clean from your wetness. He rose from the bed, undressing himself slowly. His throbbing erection springing free of his boxers, curving up onto his stomach. He stroked himself with his hand a few times, just watching you. 

“Be careful” you cautioned as he positioned himself over you, fearing that he would hit his head on the low hanging bunk bed.

“Hmm, actually I have a better idea. '' He positioned himself on his side lying behind you, pulling your naked body against his. You could feel the warmth of his bare skin against yours, lighting your skin ablaze with need and anticipation. You felt Jake’s hand slide between your legs again, sliding a finger between your folds. “That's my angel,” he whispered against your ear, “always so ready for me.”

He replaced his fingers with the head of his cock, teasing your entrance. You couldn’t help but to shift your hips in response, chasing the desire to be full, to have him buried deep inside of you. 

“Shhh” Jake stilled your hips with a firm hand, “We’re going to take this slow and sweet darling.”

He lined himself up at your entrance, pushing into you tantalizingly slowly. Soft moans fell from both of your lips as you gave into the feeling. He paused deep within you as he bottomed out, your bodies pressed impossibly close together. His arm reached around you resting on your abdomen.

“You feel this here angel?” he pressed down lightly, “Feel me so deep inside of you?” You nodded quickly, placing your hand over his. 

He began to move inside of you, slowly, drawing out the motion, heightening every sense in your body. His hand had made its way up to your breast, massaging it, pinching your nipple between his thumb and forefinger. You could already feel your body working its way up to another orgasm. 

Jake began increasing his speed. Bringing his hands back down to your hips to hold you in place as he began to thrust into you with more force. You bit your lip, stifling a moan as he drove into you, your eyes fluttering shut as you focused on the pleasurable feeling building between your legs. 

“Don't hold back darling, I want to hear every noise that falls from those pretty lips while I'm buried in this tight, pink, cunt of yours.”

“Oh, God, Jake!” you cried out as he picked up his pace again, working his middle finger against your clit. You could feel the sweat forming between your bodies, his hot chest pressed to your back. You tried to focus on the two sensations overwhelming your senses. His throbbing cock repeatedly slammed into your g spot as his fingers worked quick tight circles over your clit. You felt your body stiffen involuntarily as you grew closer to the edge, whines and moans flowing freely from your lips. 

“Relax for me darling, relax and let it go. I want to feel you cum again all over my cock.”

You willed your body to relax, letting your orgasm wash over you. Jake pulled you in tightly to his chest as he continued to fuck you through your orgasm, soon following suit and releasing deep inside of you. You both stayed like that for a moment. You panting sweaty bodies pressed together as tightly as they could be, Jake’s cock softening inside of you. It felt warm, intimate. 

Jake pressed a kiss to your temple as he pulled out of you, heading to the bathroom to grab a towel for you to clean up. 

“I love you” Jake said as he wiped gently between your thighs.

“I love you, too”

You crawled under the covers, placing your head on Jake's chest, listening to his heartbeat. He traced small circles on your back absentmindedly. You don't remember when you fell asleep. 

*****************************

You woke up to the smell of coffee brewing in the kitchen. Soon, Jake appeared with two mugs, handing one to you in bed. He was wearing a pair of gray sweatpants and a black sweater you had never seen on him before. It looked nice on him, hugged his body well… and had a little bow on the collar. That's when you realized he was wearing one of your sweaters. You chuckled to yourself, taking a sip of your coffee. 

“Someone’s in a good mood.” Jake smiled at you, pressing a kiss to your forehead. 

“Interesting choice of outfits this morning”

“Ah, yeah, this.” he said, gesturing to your sweater. “I didn't want to wake you by opening the blinds but it was pretty dark in here when I woke up, I thought I pulled something out of my suitcase, but it turns out it was yours.”

You chuckled to yourself again, imagining him looking at the sweater in the light and deciding to put it on anyway. 

“Mhm, and did you happen to notice the little bow on the front babe?”

Jake looked down at the sweater, eyebrows raised.

“No, actually. No I did not. But I must say I think I'm pulling it off, don't you?” He was laughing now too. 

“Actually babe, I think you should keep it on, it looks nice on you.”

“So what’s on the agenda today?” Jake took a sip of his coffee, looking at you with his eyebrows raised.

“Not much, figured we could take a walk along the lake so you can actually see it all in the daylight. My family flies in tonight”

“Ok, well how about we start our morning with some breakfast, and I read some more of the book to you?”

“That sounds great babe” you smiled, getting out of bed and following him down the hall.

And that’s how you spent your morning. Curled up on the couch with breakfast and a cup of coffee while Jake read to you, your legs tangled together under the blankets. And just like that, you had made a new Christmas tradition, just the two of you. 

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A Josh Kiszka x Reader holiday one shot! 💙🎄

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