16. Kay
Chapter sixteen
Kay
We needed to finish the room, and I was afraid it would take all of our time, but Saxon wanted to do it while he was here.
At least the basics. Finish painting and set up the furniture.
I didn’t have a lot of toys yet anyway. But I needed a home for my Barbies and the few trucks and LEGOs that I did have.
Also, it was Christmas Eve, and I didn’t have a tree.
We decided to divide and conquer, with Donny getting a tree and some decorations while Saxon stayed with me to work on the room.
I hadn’t planned on doing the molding, but I wasn’t about to tell him not to.
We worked efficiently to roll out the room and get all the trim, including the molding, painted before Donny got back.
“We need a lunch break,” Saxon declared. Since breakfast was nothing but coffee, I was inclined to agree.
“Fuck me. No food. I need to put in an order.” I grabbed my phone.
“We can go to the store.”
I shook my head. “This will be faster. I don’t want to spend time shopping on Christmas Eve.”
Donny walked in and dropped the tree box in the living room. “I have more stuff outside, too. Where are we going to set it up?”
I stopped and looked around the space. It was essentially a shotgun-style layout, but with the kitchen and bedrooms situated to the sides. It made the living room a little smaller. There wasn’t much room to shove in a big tree.
Saxon put his hand on my shoulder and turned me toward the door. “How about right there in the window?”
There was actually a small space there in the foyer.
The door was to the left and a big window to the right, which was why I’d bought this place.
It let in great natural light. I’d put a guitar in a stand in that corner next to a stool.
Sometimes, I liked to play there in the mornings when the sun streamed in through the window. “I can move my guitar…”
Donny walked into the foyer and turned in a circle. “This will work. We can bring in the footstool from the living room, too. It’ll make it look more inviting.”
“I have a nice rug in the garage. It might be a little big for this space.” I bit my lower lip, thinking.
“If it’s too big, we can fold it by the walls.” Saxon had good solutions. He pointed to the wall under the window and to the side. “With the tree and stuff in front of it, you won’t be able to tell.”
Donny clapped his hands. “Let’s do this.”
I grabbed my guitar and pushed the stool into the living room. I put the instrument in my bedroom out of the way.
“I’d like to hear you play sometime,” Saxon said as he opened the box Donny had left on the floor.
“Um…sure. I can play anything. I can listen to any song for a bit and be able to pick it up.”
“Wow. Really? That’s impressive. Guess that’s why you’re so good.”
“Maybe.” I hadn’t thought about it much. “I practice a lot.”
Donny came back in with a few bags. “Still more. Here.” He handed them to me and rushed back outside.
I looked through them and saw ornaments, tinsel, and clingy decorations to stick on the window.
When he’d brought everything in, he had six bags of stuff.
“I got spray snow.” He sing songed, pulling out the can and shaking it.
“Wee!” I grabbed it from him and headed for the window. “Let’s do the corners.” I had two windows with no dividers in them, so eight corners. “This will look sick.”
We set up the tree in front of the newly decorated window but were saving the ornaments until later that night. Saxon promised to make us cocoa while we hung them. Instead, we went back to my room to touch up the painting and put the furniture together. By the end of the night, we were exhausted.
We’d finished up the tree and cocoa when Saxon put his arm around my shoulders. “Will you play something for us? How about a Christmas carol?”
I dashed into the bedroom to grab my acoustic guitar. “What do you want to hear?” I sat on the couch with my instrument resting on my leg. “I can play almost anything.”
Donny raised his hand in the air. “I know. I know.”
“What do you want to hear?” Saxon asked, wrapping him up in a hug.
“Santa Claus is Coming to Town. That was always a favorite.”
“You got it.” I strummed and fiddled around, plucking the strings a minute to catch the tune. “You have to sing, Donny.”
“I will.”
I played, and we sang not only that one, but three more. Then I set the guitar aside. “I’m tired. We can do more tomorrow if you want.”
“I think you both need to go brush your teeth and get ready for bed.” Saxon urged us into the bathroom. We cleaned up, brushed, and headed to bed, where all three of us climbed in and cuddled. If any of us wanted more, the others were too tired, and we all fell asleep pretty quickly.
The next morning was Christmas, and the best gift of all was being woken up with a blowie. “Whoa…mmm…” Donny hovered over me, sucking my cock, but Saxon had rolled over facing us, and he was rubbing Donny’s back.
He grabbed the back of Donny’s head, pulling him off me.
“My turn.” Donny moved and Saxon went down, though he was positioned almost in a sixty-nine.
Donny leaned over and started blowing him while he was blowing me.
It was so sexy, and my morning wood was so fucking hard, it didn’t take much for me to explode.
Apparently, Saxon agreed, because he came too. Then Donny sat back and grabbed his cock and shook it. “What about me?”
“I got you, baby.” I lunged for him, and while I sucked him off, Saxon played with his balls and fingered him.
The best part was how natural it was. None of us were shy or awkward, and we didn’t have to discuss who was doing what. We simply did whatever felt good.
“Merry Christmas, boys.” Saxon pulled us both in for a big hug and then kissed us. “How about pancakes, then presents?”
“How about coffee, then presents, and then pancakes?” Donny asked.
“Sounds good to me.” I had to agree, and I wasn’t ready for breakfast anyway.
We all ran out to the foyer where we’d put the tree.
Donny dragged a blanket and a few pillows on the floor in front of the tree for us to sit, while Saxon sat on the ottoman we’d also moved.
There weren’t many presents, but there were some.
I’d stuffed a couple under there myself, but Donny and Saxon had also.
Donny and I tore open packages as soon as Saxon handed them over.
Some were practical, like guitar pics and a big journal with blank sheet music in it.
I’d gotten some nice pens for Donny and a plaque for his desk that said Boss Man .
Saxon had been harder to shop for since I hadn’t known him long.
I ended up getting him a funny shirt for firefighters that said Real Firemen Play With Their Hoses and had a cartoon firehose on it, along with a framed picture of Donny and me together, which I liked.
Donny got him a blanket with a firefighter on it and a funny coffee mug that had firefighter scratched out and I spray water written underneath it.
Saxon bought us both matching footy-pajamas, which we put on right then and there.
They were light blue with stars and snowflakes all over them, and they fit perfectly with cute hoods and skid-proof footies.
We ran around in circles after that, simply for the fun of it.
The best parts of being little were doing it with Donny.
After coffee refills, we hung out, simply enjoying being together. “I have another gift for you two, but it’s coming later. I couldn’t get it to arrive sooner, but it should be here in the next few days.” That meant after he left.
We jumped on him and kissed his face, calling out, “Thank you. Thank you.”
At least, until he started tickling us, which ended with all of us on the floor, rolling around. As we started catching our breath, someone knocked at the door. “I’m not expecting anyone.” I padded over to the door in my footy-jammies, not thinking much about it and threw open the door.
Pierce and Joe stood there with packages in their hands and eyes growing wider by the second. “Uh…Merry Christmas,” Joe said, recovering first.
“Merry Christmas. What are you doing here?” I had to let them in, so I opened the door wider and gestured for them to enter.
“Uh…” Pierce wiped his feet on the mat and took a few steps, then handed me the box he was carrying. “That’s a cake. I got it from a nice bakery. You lift the box up after you set it on the table or wherever.” He gestured farther into the house.
“Let’s put it in the kitchen. Coffee, anyone?” I walked through the foyer, messy with our Christmas shenanigans, and through the living room to the kitchen. I put the cake box on the island bar before pulling out extra coffee mugs.
Donny and Saxon greeted my bandmates, then joined us around the island. The cake was decorated for the holiday with frosting holly berries and leaves and a script Merry Christmas on top. “This is nice. Thanks, Pierce.”
We cut into the cake, and each had a slice with our coffee. Donny got some frosting on his face, and Saxon wiped it off with a napkin. Donny grinned and blurted out, “Thank you, Daddy.”
Joe snickered, but Pierce’s eyes grew wide. “This is weird but oddly fits you.” He shrugged.
“Wow!” Donny bumped his shoulder into Pierce’s. “Look at you not being an asshole.”
He muttered and rubbed a hand over his face. “I’m learning not to judge.” He looked pointedly at Joe, whom I suspected had a lot to do with not only Pierce’s change in attitude, but them being here at all.
Joe picked up the box he’d carried in and shoved it toward me.
“This is for all of you, I guess, but you open it, Kay.” The box had three beaded bracelets that had a compass charm on them.
“So y’all don’t get lost,” Joe said as we put them on.
There were also matching travel mugs. Joe held up the mug he was drinking out of.
“I know you like your coffee. That last one is for Saxon.” It was a nice travel toiletry bag. “Welcome to the family.”
“Thank you, Joe. This is incredibly thoughtful.” Saxon circled the island and gave Joe a man-hug, sideways, with back slapping.
“Well. I have a feeling you’re going to need it with these two.” He nodded back and forth between Donny and me.
“That was super thoughtful, Joe.” I hadn’t got him anything.
Not really. I did give out gift cards for Sweetwater to everyone.
That was the biggest music store in the country.
So it was fitting, but not really all that inspired, but at least the store had everything they possibly wanted or needed.
There were a few seconds of awkwardness, but then Donny poured more coffee, and we all started chatting again.
Thankfully, they didn’t stay long. But when they left, Donny sank down on the couch with a big frown on his face. “What’s up?” I asked, sliding next to him.
“That went well, but I can’t help wondering what would happen if it didn’t go well. Or worse, someone else was at the door. Like a reporter or an over-exuberant fan.”
“I would have shut the door in their face. But I doubt we’ll get anyone else here.”
“Maybe not.” Saxon knelt in front of us, putting a hand on each of our knees. “But Donny has a point, and I think you need more security. Even I can see how big your band is getting. This is only the start.”
“I get it. I’ll think about it.” We had great security at the studio, which was a more public place, and more likely where we’d be targeted, if it was going to happen. Of course, guards accompanied us on tour, but I also knew other famous rockers took more precautions at home as well.
“You should at least put some cameras up and better locks on the doors and windows. Maybe a service to come around when you’re not here,” Saxon said, pointing at the doors on each end of the house.
“Maybe get a better fence and a secure gate,” Donny added.
I nodded. “Fine. I hear you. I’ll call Wolf later this week. He recently added some security to his place.”
With that, we fell back into Christmas celebrations since Saxon would leave in the morning, and we’d be back on the road soon. We wanted to enjoy the time we had. And we did.