Christmas Delivery

13. Christmas

Christmas

I woke up to being strangled. Was I being attacked by an octopus? As my mind was forcibly yanked out of the sleepy state, I realized that the creature holding me hostage was Leo. All of his limbs were wrapped around me tightly, leaving me no room to escape.

“Help,” I wheezed out.

Peter, already dressed in his customary suit, appeared in the doorway like magic and shot me a commiserating look.

“I have been in the same predicament two hours ago,” he said.

“How did you escape?”

“Ah… I might have redirected his attention to you.”

“So, you are responsible for this!” I gave an offended gasp.

“I guess so,” he snorted. “Let me see if I can…”

We tried to re-target Leo’s godly octopus powers towards a pillow and even nearly succeeded, but when I was getting up from the bed, the blond finally stirred.

“Mnh?” he made a cute, confused noise when he opened his eyes and saw the pillow he was hugging. Then his mouth turned downwards, and he looked like he wanted to cry at waking up alone in bed.

Fuck.

This time I hugged him, taking the position of the big spoon. He brightened up immediately and melted into my embrace.

“Good morning, beautiful,” Peter said after he made his way around the bed to Leo’s side.

“Morning!” Leo happily accepted a forehead kiss, and I did as well.

“Breakfast will be ready soon. Do you two want to get up or have a lazy morning in bed?” the millionaire asked us.

“Mmm, I could stay in this bed all day… just a little longer…” Leo said, nuzzling against the soft pillow. “Wait! No!” He bolted up. “I have to properly see your ridiculous penthouse!”

I laughed at the suddenly excited man.

“If you want to see how luxurious my home is I advise checking out the bathroom,” Peter said, raising an amused brow. “To the left!” he called after Leo, who had bolted from the bed.

“A freaking jacuzzi?!” Leo’s scream carried to us from the bathroom.

I perked up at this new development.

“Go on,” Peter said. “Join him. I will have breakfast ready by the time you emerge from the water.”

“Only if you promise to join us in there the next time.”

“Of course,” Peter agreed easily. “If I have anything to say about it, there will be plenty of occasions to share the decadence of my jacuzzi with you.”

That’s how I ended up sprawled in a jacuzzi that could fit four men alongside Leo. As promised, the experience was a luxurious piece of heaven, especially when we figured out how to turn on the massage jets. After who knows how long of this relaxing activity, I decided we had to go out before we turned into wrinkly prunes.

Refreshed and in a great mood, we joined Peter in the kitchen.

“I could eat a horse,” Leo said.

“I will have to disappoint you: I prepared a French breakfast for you instead of a horse,” Peter announced, bringing the amazing-smelling dishes to us. “Oeufs cocctte, baguette, and Brasillé.”

I looked at Leo with raised brows.

“Eggs, bread, and pastry,” he translated from posh to lowly human with a grin.

Coffee and orange juice finished the spread and I filled my stomach eagerly. We talked about everything and anything, keeping the conversation light. It was easy to relax around those two; I felt as if I had known them for much longer than a mere two weeks.

“Hey, was that here before?” I pointed at the entrance to the living room where I could see the edge of a Christmas tree, flashing lights and decorations and all.

“It wasn’t,” Peter admitted.

I squinted at him.

“Did you wake up so early to make us breakfast and decorate a Christmas tree?” I demanded.

“Perhaps,” Peter admitted reluctantly. “Forgive me, I should have it prepared a long time ago…”

“You ridiculous man.” I shook my head in disbelief.

“Next thing you tell us there are more gifts under the Christmas tree,” Leo snickered.

Silence fell over the breakfast table.

“Oh shit, really?!”

“You can open the gifts now if you want?” Peter offered. “My family prescribes to opening the gifts when the first star shines on the firmament, but if you are eager…”

“It so happens I maaay have a gift for you two as well,” Leo grinned.

I felt cold sweat on my neck and clenched my fingers into fists under the table, hanging my head low.

Of course they had gifts. And I had nothing for them. Not even at home. I was too tangled in my feelings to consider that leaving them both with a gift of my own would be a nice gesture.

Just one more proof of how little I brought to this budding relationship.

A slim hand squeezed mine.

“What’s wrong, RayRay?” Leo asked gently.

“I have nothing for you,” I choked out.

“That’s alright, we don’t expect—”

“That’s even worse!” I rounded on Peter. “How can you not expect me to be as kind and thoughtful as you two are?”

“But you are,” Leo insisted. “If you could, you would get us gifts, right? If you are set on it we can agree you will get us something to celebrate New Year? Or, you know, not all gifts have to be material. Write some lovely poetry for us or something.”

“You are the poetry master here.” I immediately refused that particular idea, horrified at what garbage I would produce. But the spirit of the suggestion wasn’t that bad…

I frowned, thinking about what I could do. For someone like me, often with no money to spare, cheap handmade gifts or acts of service were often a way to go. I doubt washing a car, something I offered to do for one of my roommates’ birthday, would be a sufficient gift for a millionaire and I had no way to collect scrap to make a ridiculous cat sculpture like I did for one of my friends, but…

Looking around the kitchen gave me an idea.

“How about… I prepare something for the Christmas dinner?” Yes, that could be my contribution!

When my lovers agreed, it made me instantly feel better.

I was only one man with a couple of hours to prepare a Christmas feast so we agreed Peter would still order indulgent festive dishes and fresh groceries as he had planned (I shuddered to even think how much he had to pay for such a last-minute order) but I would make one of the mains, a few sides, and dessert.

At first, I tried to act all composed and proper but, as I started to prepare the freshly delivered ingredients, my old habits found me quickly and I ended up dancing and singing in the kitchen. When I belted out a popular pop song Leo even joined me for an impromptu duet while Peter watched our crazy moves with an indulgent smile. The more I worked on the dishes the more relaxed I felt. My lovers gave me space to work but checked in on me from time to time and accepted me readily back when I had a few minutes to spare when the meat or cookies were in the oven.

When the delivery man with the ordered dishes knocked on the door I was ready to impress my companions with my mad cooking skills.

In truth, my creation probably did not compare with dishes made by professional cooks that Peter ordered, but everyone dug into the turkey I had prepared and the side dishes were declared delicious. I felt proud of my work. Providing for others, even in such a small way, was satisfying. Maybe that’s why Peter liked to throw money at me and Leo: not to show his superiority and wealth, but because it settled some primal part of him that purred at the thought of providing whatever was needed for his mates.

In the middle of the dinner Peter’s phone started ringing.

“Excuse me, I have to take this. My parents are calling with their wishes. I will Facetime them in the other room,” Peter said and left us in suddenly awkward silence.

It wasn’t surprising he didn’t want to take the call with us there, but it was slightly disappointing.

Leo patted my hand and fed me a piece of fruit.

When Peter returned I tried to bring a smile back on my face.

“Forgive me for this interruption,” Peter said, taking his seat back.

“Understandable.” I waved a hand at him. “You didn’t want them to see us and have to explain.”

“Oh? No, they already know.”

I stared at Peter.

“They already know about us?!” Leo stood up from his seat so fast the chair nearly fell over.

“Yes? Not about this specifically.” He weaved a hand between the three of us. “But they knew I was pursuing someone. The twelve Christmas gifts are a courting tradition in my family. It worked for my father, and for my brother, and my cousin, and they are all happy with the paramours they courted in this way, so I have asked them for input about the process and suitable gifts. The first gift, the watch with a partridge in a tree engravings, is the one offering that’s always kept, but the rest depends on the recipient.”

“You know… you nearly lost me there, with the first gift, because I thought you sent me just a shiny, pricy bauble with no meaning… But it did have a meaning after all. I’m glad I gave you a chance and could learn about a family tradition that’s clearly important to you,” Leo said quietly.

“What a tradition. Englishmen are truly something, huh? But won’t your family be surprised at your paramour being a man? Two men?” I asked.

“Well, the second part will be a surprise,” Peter admitted with a small smile. “But they had known for a long time where my proclivities lie.”

“Oooh, so that’s why I had seen you being introduced to so many eligible bachelors, instead of all the hot women at the Galas.” Leo clicked his fingers and nodded his head sagely.

“Well, all of those schemes failed because they didn’t introduce me to the most beautiful eligible bachelor there.”

I had the privilege of seeing Leo blush hotly while Peter gave him a slow, panty-melting smile. Well, the man got rizz, I had to say.

The atmosphere suddenly got charged…

“I think we should show Leo how beautiful he is, because it looks like he doesn’t believe us,” I added my five cents while sprawling lazily in my chair, letting the a bit too tight t-shirt I got from Leo stretch over my fit frame.

“You guys!” Leo spluttered, frustrated. “Oh, look, isn’t that the first star of the night? Let’s open the presents!”

I muffled my laugh with my hand as Leo sprinted out of the kitchen. Me and Peter followed after him steadily. Under the beautifully decorated tree there were just a few gifts, but it was truly more than enough.

Excited, Leo quickly snatched the two packages with his name and started tearing into the first one.

“We should do one gift at a time and switch to the next person, so don’t touch the next one yet,” I warned.

“Yeah, yeah, let me have this,” Leo waved me off and unveiled his first gift. “Pink Floyd’s Dark Side of the Moon! In vinyl form! How did you know it’s my favorite band? This is great,” the blond gasped in delight before his smile fell. “…but I don’t have a turntable.”

“I heard you mention it at one of the Galas…” Peter admitted to his stalking tendencies. “As for the turntable, I wasn’t sure if you had one or not, so I prepared just in case.”

He opened a cupboard near the tree and pulled out a second, much bigger package.

“Consider it a joint gift,” Peter insisted as Leo unearthed his new turntable.

It didn’t have the big flower tube thing I remembered from old movies and cartoons, but its wooden case still had that retro charm.

“I love it,” Leo whispered, fingers running gingerly over every part. “Can I try it?”

With Peter’s help, the turntable was set up and fed with the Pink Floyd album. Stealthily, I got my hands on the portable camera and got a beautiful photo of my two lovers smiling as they appreciated the gift and the soft tones drifting from the vinyl.

The sound of the camera shutter brought their attention back to me.

“If you have time to play with that, you have time to shred the paper of your gift into a thousand pieces,” Leo teased. “Go get them, tiger! Err, go get them stingray? Whatever, just show me what you got!”

When I unpacked my gift I tilted my head in confusion. Yes, sure, I liked motorcycles, but a magazine about them as a Christmas gift? I flipped the page. Ah, it wasn’t even a magazine. The glossy pages were a catalog of bespoke motorcycles.

“Pick one,” Peter said.

“Pardon?” I blinked at him.

“Pick a motorcycle and it’s yours.”

“What do you mean it’s mine?!” I choked out.

“Or would you prefer a custom order?”

“You know a custom motorcycle can cost hundreds of thousands of dollars?” I asked Peter.

“…yes?”

“Ghost Rider’s balls,” I swore as I sprawled onto the floor on my back, invoking the fiery motorcycle rider from the comics I liked to read. The bespoke motorcycle catalog smacked onto my face. “You are ridiculous,” I mumbled from under the shiny paper.

“I suggest getting used to it,” Peter said with a note of humor in his voice. “I had provided an adequate warning about my intentions to spoil you rotten.”

“It’s too late to back out now,” Leo added unhelpfully and poked me with his toes.

What even was my life?

“Alright,” I sighed, accepting my defeat. “New year, new me, and a new motorcycle, I guess. I’m surprised you didn’t get Leo a frickin’ mansion or something.”

“…should I have?”

“No! Nope, thank you very much. I’m good. My place is awesome,” Leo curbed the idea right in the bud. “Besides, if anything, you should get a mansion for RayRay.”

“Hey!” I protested, and Leo poked a tongue at me.

“I did not get anyone a mansion. Hopefully, the gifts I prepared were a sufficient replacement…”

The way he was suddenly looking at the wall and not at us, I could tell Peter was nervous.

Leo slung his arm around the millionaire’s stiff shoulders.

“Foxy, hey, if you are starting to doubt your gifts were absolutantasticly awesome I think it’s time to open the gift from me. You will have a comparison then. Between my work on the newest song lyrics, waiting for the gifts, and spending time with our lovely RayRay, I didn’t really have time to go for proper gift hunting… so I improvised.”

He dove under the tree and pushed what looked like quite a heavy box in Peter’s direction. When the brown-haired man dealt with the multitude of haphazard ribbons and paper decorated with dancing snowmen, he discovered a plain brown carton box and inside…

“Are those pickles?” I asked disbelievingly.

“Cucumbers in brine, thank you very much.” Leo crossed his arms defensively. “And next to it are pickled peppers. And a jar of pesto. And plums. And homemade mint sauce. And sweet cucumbers. And chilies.”

“An impressive collection, certainly a unique gift,” I teased and Leo flushed.

“I got into the whole preserving food in jars thing because I have this friend who always gives me tons of fresh produce. More than I can eat. So, I learned how to preserve it because I hate seeing food go to waste. And I thought… well, shit, is it too weird?”

“You know some people consider cucumber in brine to be spoiled food?” I asked with a shit-eating grin.

“They are perfectly edible! Fight me, you heathen, I will protect my cucumbers’ honor!”

I avoided a jab of Leo’s wrathful finger, my hands up in a pacifying gesture.

“Alright, alright, I was only teasing. I actually like every form of cucumber, sour, sweet, in brine… Whatever, just feed me cucumbers.”

“As much as the cucumber conversation is… entertaining… I think I will start with the plums. They look tasty,” Peter interjected. “Thank you, Leo. I appreciate getting to taste more products made by your hands.”

“It’s nothing.” Leo rubbed the back of his neck.

“Pssst, I hope you share,” I whispered conspiratorially to Peter.

He hugged the plums to his chest.

“No. The plums are mine. You can have the cucumbers if you want.”

“Well, I will definitely get the cucumbers… Two, to be precise…” I waggled my eyebrows.

“Anyway!” Leo said loudly. “Whose turn it is? How about you start the second round, Raymond?”

“Don’t mind if I do!”

I got a hold of a rectangular package which had to be a gift from the blonde.

“A LEGO set!” I gasped out with delight. “Leo, you got me LEGO flowers?”

“Santa got you a present,” Leo insisted with a straight face. “He must have heard how no plants could survive your green thumb.”

“Rude! …but also true,” I admitted. “Thanks, this looks fun. I love to tinker with stuff like this.”

“And they are beautiful. Simple but ingenious design,” Peter added, looking over my shoulder. “I believe it’s my turn now.”

The millionaire reached for the bag with my impromptu gift. It wasn’t much, but I put all my heart into it.

Big hands reached into the bag and came out cradling a cookie. A special cookie.

“Aww! It’s a silver fox!” Leo made a high-pitched cooing noise one would make at seeing a tiny kitten.

“It’s.. it’s too pretty to eat,” Peter said, distraught.

“That wasn’t the reaction I have been going for,” I groaned, covering my face.

“Forgive me, I just loathe the thought of destroying your hard work and such fine craftsmanship.”

“It’s just a cookie,” I said, exasperated.

“It’s everything to me,” Peter insisted.

It felt as if butterflies were dancing in my chest, a feeling so potent it wanted to burst out of my ribcage.

“Hey, does it mean I got one too? My turn!” Leo dove for his own bag and triumphantly pulled out a lion-shaped cookie. “I love it. Just look at his little face,” he said tearily. “I’m going to cherish it forever.”

“I’m never baking for you again,” I huffed. “Cookies are made to be eaten.”

To demonstrate my point, I dipped into the kitchen and, when I was back in front of my lovers, I bit into a stingray cookie.

“Nooo!” Leo wailed at the crunch. “What have you done? The betrayal! My little RayRay…”

“Is that an invitation to take a bite out of you?” Peter asked darkly.

I nodded with a grin and extended the hand with the sugary stingray towards him.

Peter bit down.

On my neck.

I gasped, and the cookie nearly fell from my fingers. When the moment of surprise passed, I moaned and tilted my head invitingly.

“Do I taste sweet?” I teased.

“The sweetest,” Peter confirmed.

Leo looked at the cookies, then at me.

“The cookies can wait,” he decided and collected the three cookies on a plate before he attacked my neck as well.

Between the two of them my neck was marked thoroughly, bite marks and hickeys decorating my pale skin as if they wanted to stake their claim, shout to the world ‘he is mine!’.

“I have been so cruelly deprived the last time when I had to watch both of you go at it, so now I want my hands and lips all over you,” Leo declared hotly.

“That can be arranged,” Peter said after a last nip at my jugular.

He pulled at my clothes. Leo perked up, and they both ganged up on me. I was naked in no time.

Peter’s steady hand at the small of my back guided me to the couch. The moment I sat down, I got a lapful of an eager blonde. His hands wandered all over my body, long pianist fingers tracing the dips and rises of my body, playing with my happy trail, flicking over my nipples until they hardened into little peaks.

All the while Peter’s gaze had been heavy on me, on us. He observed us with possessive satisfaction for a few minutes before he stepped closer.

“Leo, my darling lion, you mentioned something about using your mouth as well, hmm? I would love to see you suck Raymond off while I take you from behind.”

Leo didn’t even have to think about it.

“Yes! Yes, please, fuck, sir, daddy, master, whatever in nine hells you want me to call you, I just want to be fucked from two sides.” Leo squirmed on my lap, turning his head to look up at Peter.

“Today I would like it if you just called me Peter. Both of you,” our lover requested simply. “I just want to feel you, get lost in you. My beautiful boys.”

Fair enough, sex didn’t always have to be complicated. I nodded to show my approval. We could play our games later. Right now, I wanted this to be straightforward as well.

Leo fiddled with his pants and pulled the comfy fabric low enough to give access to his hole.

“Prepare me?” he asked Peter, his eyelashes batting as he gave him puppy dog eyes.

Peter huffed in amusement at the display but pulled out a familiar bottle from one of the nearby drawers.

“You keep lube in your living room and not in your bedroom?” I raised a judgmental brow.

“Who said I don’t have lube in my bedroom?” Peter countered while already coating his fingers in the viscous substance.

“Two bottles of lube? You slut!” Leo chortled.

“That’s what you turned me into,” Peter threw back.

Whatever response was on the tip of Leo’s tongue, it turned into a moan as Peter’s big fingers found his hole.

Mesmerized by the sight of the slack-jawed pleasure on the blond’s face as the tight ring of muscle was prepared and Peter sank his first finger in, I decided against kissing those beautiful lips, not wanting to silence any of the intoxicating sounds Leo made. Instead, my hands found their way under my lover’s shirt.

Heavens, he was so responsive. I could feel what was being done to him through the jumping of abdominal muscles, the breath shivering in his chest, the movement of his hips when he tried to escape the overflow of sensation, only to press back into it a second later.

“Enough!” Leo whined. “I’m ready, I’m so ready. ‘I will combust if you don’t stick your dick into me’ ready!”

“Well, I wouldn’t want you to perish in such an undignified manner,” Peter said. “On your knees, darling.”

My excited breath whistled past my lips as Leo scrambled to get onto the floor and on his knees. His touch was greedy. His lips and hands found my cock immediately, as if he was dying of thirst in a desert and I was fresh, cold water. My head spun with how Leo wet his lips with his tongue and dove down my cock, starting to suck it with fervor.

“Such enthusiasm,” Peter commented. “I hope you can keep this level of focus. I won’t make it easy for you.”

Leo nearly choked on my cock when Peter pressed in. His lips left my length so that he could take a gasping, shuddering breath, but that was all the time my beautiful, stubborn lover gave himself before he returned to giving me head.

I tangled my fingers in those luscious blond curls, not restricting Leo’s movements but enjoying the softness under my hand and how the involuntary tightening of my fingers provided feedback to my lover, telling him which touches resonated the most. My body was burning with desire and the flames were only fanned into a blaze by the sight of Peter’s face, a furrow of concentration between his brows, as if he needed all his wits to study Leo’s responses to make this the best experience possible and not just go apeshit and fuck him six ways to Sunday.

I could attest his methods were working; the blowjob was becoming increasingly sloppy as a haze of pleasure entered Leo’s eyes. He was making little moans, grunts, and half-formed words around my cock.

“Trying to talk even now? Didn’t anyone tell you it’s impolite to talk with… ah… your mouth full?” I asked breathlessly.

“Mmmngh ygmngh mnfgha!”

Leo made eye contact with me and I’m pretty sure he tried to curse me out. The unintelligible swearwords vibrated down my dick and made my whole body shudder. Damn, if that was the effect I had to make Leo mad more often.

“If you can still make words… nnn… even in your own mind… then I’m not fucking you hard enough,” Peter said, his voice low and rough in a way that instantly went to my cock, making it jump in the confines of Leo’s wondrously wet mouth.

When Peter thrust next, it was with purpose and power behind his motion.

Leo keened.

It started a chain reaction, as I couldn’t keep in my own moans. Head thrown back against the couch, I stared at the ceiling as my soul was sucked out through my dick.

Imagine my surprise when Leo pulled off just as I was on the verge of spilling.

“C-come on me,” Leo requested, his large eyes hazy with arousal, lips red from cocksucking, face dirty from spit and my precum.

I added to that mess, my cum landing on his face in long streaks of white.

Dazedly, I watched the salty droplets drip down. It was a beautiful backdrop to the expression of utter bliss as Leo came as well.

Peter gripped Leo’s hips harshly and pummeled into him, chasing his own orgasm, until he too spilled deep inside our lover.

“You know, your cookies may not have been the best dessert today,” Leo said dreamily, as he nuzzled his head into my knee.

“Oh? Which dessert was better?” I asked.

“The creampie,” Leo said with a grin.

“It’s a shame the twelve days of Christmas are over,” Leo mused when we were curled together in the bed. “RayRay won’t be able to experience the thrill of the twelve gifts.”

“Actually, the traditional twelve days of Christmas are just starting,” Peter corrected, a bit embarrassed. “But I thought it would be a bit confusing to get Christmas gifts even after New Year celebrations, so I decided on 12 days before Christmas for my offerings.”

“Oh. That makes sense,” Leo said.

“And Raymond, darling, I would very much like to offer you the twelve gifts next year. If you will have me,” Peter said earnestly, his embrace growing a bit tighter, as if there was a universe in which I would refuse such an offer.

“Of course I will have you. I’m looking forward to my twelve gifts.” I gave both of my lovers a radiant smile. “…or is it twenty-four gifts?”

“Hey! Don’t get greedy!” Leo pinched my side.

A giggle bubbled from my chest and soon set off a chain reaction of laughter when my lovers joined in.

The happiness I felt at that moment was the best Christmas gift I could ever get.