Yule Shoot Your Eyes Out

***In Patrick’s music room***
(Brendon’s POV)
“Are you a bottom or a top, Bren? Cause I already know Billy here is a bottom,” He looked over and winked at William, “And I always top. Not a big fan of taking it up the ass.”

William scoffed, “That’s a nice way to put it.”

I looked up to Gabe from where I was sitting on one of the amps, “I don’t really care. Depends on who it’s with.”

“Well, let’s start with the basics and see where this goes,” He said looking down at me with a glint in his eyes.

“Way ahead of you.”

I got up to where William was sitting quietly on the only chair in the room, grabbed his collar, and shoved our lips together. From what Gabe has told me from our past conversations, William likes it rough. Will didn’t miss a beat though and started to move his lips in sync with mine. I sucked in his bottom lip, earning a slutty moan that went straight to my dick.

I shoved my tongue in his mouth and ravaged the inside of his mouth. I felt him grab my hips and pulled me into his lap. He tightened his grip on my hips and swung one of my legs on the other side of his hips, our crotches lined up.

I heard Gabe walk towards us. I felt a hand tangle itself into my hair and tug my mouth away from William’s and instead, they crashed into Gabe’s. I felt another pair of hands trail under my shirt and squeeze. I moaned loudly into Gabe’s mouth and rutted against William, knowing he was pretty hard.

I pulled away from Gabe with a gasp, “How ‘bout we get into a more comfortable position? I’m dying here.”

Gabe smirked and pecked my lips, “Whatever you say, Princess.”

Gabe pulled away from me and went to go get the blankets we gathered from the living room before we got here. I heard William whimper from underneath me from loss of attention.

I turn to him and catch his lips again in a heated kiss while Gabe laid out all the blankets. In just a few minutes, I had him a writhing mess underneath me.

“Ahem,” We stopped and turned to Gabe who made a bed thing on the floor out of, like, ten blankets. I got up off William, grabbing his wrist, and dragging him over to the floor and getting down on our knees.

“You are way overdressed, my darling,” I said to William, making him blush, “Let me help you with that.”

I dragged my hands up and down his sides, closing the distance between us and slowly slipped off his shirt. I traced my hands up and down his torso and felt him shiver. I looked and saw that he had closed his eyes so I took the chance to surprise him and reached upwards to bite his collarbone. He inhaled sharply, making me smirk around his collarbone. I looked over William’s shoulder and motioned for Gabe to come over. He strode over, turning William’s head roughly by his hair and bringing him for a sloppy kiss.

I started to suck on bite mark I made, soothing it by lightly kissing it. After I was sure it was going to leave a nice mark, I trailed up to his jaw and started to leave open mouthed kisses up and down his neck. I heard him whimper loudly when I kissed below his ear so I stopped and started to suck on that tender spot for him.

He pulled away from Gabe for a second, “Oh, god, Brendon.” He said in a breathy tone. It just made me want to suck harder.

I felt William grab my waist and jerk his hips forward but pushed his waist back, wanting to tease him for a little longer. I head his whimper muffled by Gabe’s lips. Gabe opened one of his eyes and winked at me. I guess he wants to tease William a little more too.

I stopped sucking on his neck and pulled away from him completely, his hands grasping for me while I moved away. Gabe did the same and pulled away from him all together. Poor William looked extremely confused, frustrated, and needy. It was extremely cute.

“Wh-why did you guys pull away? Did I do something wrong?” He looked back at us with puppy dog eyes. “If I did, I didn’t mean to.”

Gabe smirked, “Go to the corner, William,” That got through to William real quick.

“What?! No, I don’t want to go to the corner! I didn’t do anything wro-“ William’s eyes got wide.

I smirked, “You just did. Now, go to the corner and if you touch yourself you won’t be allowed to get off at all tonight.

“But-“

“Do what Brendon said, William.”

“…Okay, Gabe.”

He put his head down and got up off the floor and went to the corner where the piano was and sat down on the floor.

I looked over at Gabe, “Ready to be the best fucking tease the world has seen?”

He chuckled, “Sure, Bren.” He said while grabbing the back of my head and slamming our mouths together.

***At Spencer’s Apartment***
(Spencer’s POV)
I’m so stupid. I should of just went along with Jon and let him stay with me, but I didn’t want to be selfish and look where it’s got me now. Lying on the floor in a heap of blankets with soup everywhere.

I hate colds as much as the next guy but this was just fucking ridiculous. I sneezed once and suddenly everything is everywhere.

I was wearing so many blankets that the soup didn’t seep through all of them so I was relatively dry. It didn’t really matter cause I wasn’t wearing any real clothing, I was just in my boxers, and there was more blankets in the closets. I just peeled off the ones that were soaked through and left them on the living room floor. I got up on my hands and knees and started to crawl back to the room because I was too weak to actually get up. I haven’t been getting any sleep, I had just kept jerking awake because I wasn’t breathing at one point. My nose was stuffed and my throat was filled with gack. It’s extremely unattractive and I’m just happy Jon’s not here to see it. He would’ve probably taken a picture and no. Not happening.

The blankets kept on getting snagged on the ground and the corners but I made it to the bedroom. I look over at the night stand and the clock reads close to midnight. I hope Jon’s at least having fun. I let him go because I didn’t think the cold would get that bad in a short period of time and I was immediately proven wrong.

I was slowly drifting off to sleep when I heard the front door open. I was irritated because I was actually about to get some sleep and shit.

I heard keys being shuffled around and the door closing shut. Then it hit me; Jon was home.

“Spence?” I heard him call out to while I quickly tried to rearrange myself, covering everything and anything as possible.

I realized I hadn’t replied when he repeated the question, “Um, I’m in the room!” I yelled which was a really bad idea because I suddenly got thrown into a coughing fit. I sat up, tears threatening to fall.

Jon heard and quickly walked into the room and me a glass of water. I took it graciously and downed it completely in one go as he rubbed my back in comfort.

“Thank you,” I said blushing.

“Um, anytime?” He said bringing the back of his hand up to my forehead. “God! You’re burning up, Spence. Have you taken you’re temperature? Did you make yourself some soup? I should’ve never gone to the party. Well, it went from party to separate gang bangs really quick.” What?

I looked at him wide-eyed, “Huh? Oh, no! Don’t worry, Hun. I wasn’t a participant. It was lonely without you so I came back.” I visibly relaxed and just leaned my head on his shoulder.

“Oh, really?”

“Yeah, you want to call Ryan? Cause he’s pretty busy at the moment and ditto for Bren.”

I shook my head, “Nah, I believe you.” I said as I pushed my face into the crook of his neck. I was extremely happy that he was here now. We sat there in blissful silence for a couple of minutes.

“So?” Jon said, breaking the silence.

“…So what?”

“So as in how are you feeling, babe?” He said, running his fingers through my hair.

I wrapped my hand around his waist and pulled him down with me onto the mattress. “I feel like shit, but you being here makes it bearable.”

He smiled one of his genuinely beautiful smiles and pecked my forehead. He let go of me and stood up.

“Where are you going?” I asked.

He didn’t reply but walked over to the closet and pulled out one of his pajama bottoms. “I’m not going anywhere, babe. Don’t worry.”

I fidgeted with the hem of one of the blankets, “I wasn’t worried. Jeez, your ego is huge.”

He was finished changing and walked back to the bed, “Yeah, yeah. Just scoot over.”

I remembered I had no real pants on, “U-um. I don’t think you should sleep with me today, I-I don’t want you to get sick and stuff,” I felt flushed.

He rolled his eyes, “Whatever, I have an immune system of steel. Just scoot over already.”

I was going to protest again but he just yanked the blankets upwards and threw himself on the bed. I was close to dying of shyness when he turned to me and pulled me to his chest.

He looked down at me and pecked my nose. “You have really pretty blue eyes.”

I shoved my face into his chest, “Thank you for the billionth time,” I mumbled.

“Hm? What did you say?”

I said it a little louder, my head still in his chest, “Thank you.”

“Could you repeat that for me, please?”

I sighed and looked up at him to say it again but he swooped down and kissed me lightly, taking me by surprise. I started to kiss him back, putting a little more pressure into the kiss. He started to trace my jaw and I tangled my hands into his fluffy brown hair. It felt soft to the touch.

He licked my bottom lip and I opened my mouth automatically. I was really hot and Jon was just making me hotter but I didn’t care. I loved this.

He rolled me over so I was on top of him and I felt his hands trail down to my waist. He smirked into the kiss and pulled away. I was panting and I’m guessing my hair was a mess.

I felt me pull the waistband on my boxers and snap them back into place and I yipped a bit.

“Is this the reason why you didn’t want me to join you in bed tonight, Hun?” I felt his hand go up my bare thigh and my breath hitched. “You’re shy about this even after all that we’ve done babe. Don’t you remember last Christmas, cause I certainly do. I still have pictures of yo-“

“Yes! I remember, I-I just don’t like being like…. You know!” I was blushing even harder now.

“Yeah, yeah, babe.” He said, massaging the back of my thigh.

I stifled a yawn and blinked my eyes heavily.

“Did you not get any sleep while I was gone?”

I yawned again at the mention of sleep, “No, not really.”

“Oh, I’ll let you get some sleep then. I’ll be here when you wake up okay?” My eyes were already drifting shut. I was too tired to protest so I put my head on his shoulder and started to drift off.

“Oh, and Merry Christmas, Hun.”

***The Morning After Back At Patrick’s House***
(Jon’s POV)
“Wake up, mother fuckers!! Jon got us breakfast!”

“Who cares!? It’s fucking Christmas!”

I rolled my eyes, “Thank you Pete and Brendon, for gracing us with your beautiful wake up call,” I said sarcastically.

Frank walked out of the room next, piggy back ridding Ryan into the kitchen towards the smell of coffee and donuts effortlessly. I went to lean on the doorway connecting the kitchen and the living room.

“You know how hard it is to find an open coffee shop on Christmas?” I said, not getting anyone’s attention. “It’s really hard if you wanted to know.”

I heard Ryan mumble a thank you from Frank’s shoulder and Frank smiled in my direction and nodded his head as a sign of thanks.

Frank looked over his shoulder and looked at Ryan, “Hot chocolate or coffee?”

“Coffee.”

“Plain or gazed?”

“Glazed.”

Frank took both those things and chose the same for himself and walked back into the living room. They seemed like a couple even only after a day. It was cute. I wonder how Gerard felt about all of this.

The next couple to walk out was Mikey and Patrick. Mikey was holding onto Patrick’s hand pretty loosely and was basically dragging himself and Patrick towards the kitchen.

“Have a nice night?” I ask.

Mikey tilted his head, his glasses slipping down his face slightly as he reached for a cup of coffee for Patrick and then one for himself.

“It was a fucking fantastic night,” Mikey said, balancing a donut on his cup and then on Patricks.

Patrick nodded, grabbing his cup, “Speaking of last night, how was yours?”

I smirked, “Pretty okay, but this morning was an eventful one.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah, see I thought Spencer was lonely so I went home early last night and noticed his fever got worse an-“ I was suddenly interrupted by a very loud Brendon.

“Come on, guys! Let’s get to unwrapping presents already!” Bren said from one of the couches.

He kept urging us to move faster so I just walked over to him and put my hand over his mouth, shutting him up effectively. “Ah, bliss.”

Everyone laughed and Brendon just swatted my hand away. I looked around, noticing some people were missing.

“Hey, where’s the rest of the crew?”

“Well, Gerard’s still asleep,” Frank answered.

“And so are Gabe and William,” Brendon said. “But that’s okay cause now we can open our presents!”

I shook my head at Brendon’s eagerness to open presents, “Okay, fine. Just hand me mine and Spencer’s so I can go. I promised him I would only be a while.”

“Okay!”

I grabbed our presents, a total of seven (three for me, four for Spence), and headed out to the car.

I walked to the door and yelled out behind me, “Merry Christmas!” and proceeded my trip back home.

THE END. :3

Notes

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