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The house is filled with yelling and loud footsteps, multiple people going from one room into another constantly talking. It’s one day before Christmas which means the family has a few hours long car ride ahead of them. Everyone, expect their youngest who is currently sitting on the sofa in the living room, wrapped inside two big and fluffy blankets.
Santa has a mug full of tea he’s slowly sipping while the others try to gather all of their stuff last minute. It’s nothing new. Aou - being the only one who has done the proper preparations for their trip in time – is helping their mother put away the dishes from the lunch they just had, Joong is trying to find the one T-shirt he can’t possibly leave behind and Pond is deep in convincing their father to let the brothers take a separate car. Santa has to hold back a laugh hearing their conversation.
„Are you sure you’re going to be all right, sweetie? I feel bad to leave you here alone.” His mother appears by his side the next minute, looking worried. „We can all stay back, if you want us to.”
Santa shakes his head.
„It’s alright, Ma. Granny would be disappointed if you don’t go. I can take care of myself, it’s just the flu.” Santa shows a small, but reassuring smile. He tries to sound casual. They’ve never really celebrated Christmas, but ever since moving to Bangkok they always go back to Pattaja during this time and spend the end of year together with the big family. Them, grandparents, cousins, people Santa can’t even name but appearantly is related to them. „I don’t want anyone else to catch it. I’ll go after you in a few days.”
His mother doesn’t look pleased with the solution to Santa catching a cold yesterday. She always had the tendency to worry way too much. It doesn’t matter that Santa has been going to university for more than a year now and he lives at the dormitory like everybody else, every single time he comes back home, she’s back to babying him. The curse of being to youngest one in the family. However, his mother isn’t even the worse.
„Still, what if you get high fever and can’t call for help?” Joong is the next one to walk into the living room, one hand holding the shirt he’s been bitching about missing for last twenty minutes. Soon, all of his brothers join in and Santa has to fight a great battle to keep himself from rolling his eyes.
„Right. Also, sometimes the shower leaks and a few weeks ago I almost slipped. What if it happens again, only this time you actually fall? You can hit your head, faint-” Aou is the next one to conjure a ridiculous scenario and after seeing the terrified look starting to form in his mother’s face, Santa has to jump in.
„Oh, shut up! I’m not four years old, I can take care of myself fine.” Santa says it with a serious face. This is the last thing he needs right now – if his overly protective brothers screw up his plans to stay behind by saying nonsense, he will make sure they’ll regret it.
It’s annoying. Of course he loves his brothers very much - which is confidential information -, but they always act like he’s still a kid. The infuriating part is, they aren’t even that much older than him. Why can’t they just let him live for once without interfering? Santa asks himself this question at least once a day.
„Boys, let’s not start fighting.” The calm voice of their father makes everyone stop talking. „Santa will stay back until he feels better. Are you okay with taking the train?”
„Why doesn’t he come after us with the smaller car? We all can take the bigger.” Interrupting his husband’s words, their mother questions. Pond immediately jumps in.
„There’s no way the five of us will fit in there with all our bags, even without Santa. You guys take the big one, we put the suitcases in the back and us three will follow you. We can also bring Santa’s bags, so he can just come on the train with a backpack.”
Normally, Santa would definitely argue. He doesn’t mind taking the train, but he would very much prefer to drive as it’s faster by a lot and it’s unfair that all his brothers get to go with car. However, it’s just a small price to pay in the current circumstances so he nods along. He’ll say yes to anything just to make sure his parents don’t decide to just stay altogether and cancel the trip. He needs them out of the house, the sooner the better.
„The train is fine.” Pond looks at him a little funny. He most likely expected Santa to at least whine about not getting the car. „I packed my bags yesterday, you can take those with you.”
Another hour goes by. Santa continues to rest on the sofa while everyone else fills the car their parents will drive. It gets full rather quick, so it’s confirmed they really don’t have much other choice than going separately. Joong is already searching for a nice playlist for the road, while Aou and Pond play rock-paper-scissors to decide who gets to be the driver.
It seems like an eternity before they say their goodbyes.
„I still feel so bad leaving you here… Be careful and take care of yourself, okay? You need to join us quickly.” Despite Santa’s weak protests, his mother pulls him into a tight hug.
„You shouldn’t. I’ll be there before you know it.” He shows a sweet smile before bidding goodbye to his father as well. Both of their parents go outside, leaving only the four brothers in the house.
„Are you really sick? I feel like you’re not.” Ponds looks at him, the suspicion in his eyes is clear as day. He also wasn’t so worried about him before like the others and this explains it. At least he had the decency to not bring it up in front of their parents.
„Why would I lie? I haven’t seen Grandpa and Granny in so long. And now I need to stay here, alone and after all this, I have to take the fucking train.” Pond doesn’t look like he believes Santa’s words, but Joong and Aou laughs.
„C’mon, Pond. We would be able to tell if he was faking it.” Aou says.
He’s not exactly wrong. During high school, any time he tried to skip a day – most likely to avoid a big test he didn’t study for – even though his mother always believed him to be sick, his bothers couldn’t be fooled. And since they loved to see Santa suffer, they usually told on him. It’s quite the contrast to them taking turns in caring for him whenever he was really down bad.
Now that Santa’s in university and they can’t be all over him for everything, he likes them a lot more.
„If you say so… Still, if I find out you threw a party here without us, you’ll get in trouble.” Pond and Santa look at each other’s eyes, neither of them wanting to break the contact until Santa sneezes. He grabs a tissue from the half empty box on the coffee table and blows his nose. It looks real enough and seems to convice Pond a little bit.
„Take care, little bro!”
„At least now Grandma will like me the most from the cousins there.”
„Keep dreaming, Joong. It’s obvious I’m the one who-…”
Santa doesn’t hear any more of their conversation after all of them leave the house.
He cautiously puts down the tissue in his hands and stands up. Taking small steps, he walks towards the big window looking at their front yard and pulls the curtain aside only to peek a bit. He stands there until both the cars are gone and the electric fence is closed. The moment he’s sure his family is on their way, his demeanour changes.
It’s a good thing he took an acting class for fun with his friends, because it helped him a great deal to play sick even though he couldn’t feel better.
A big smile breaks out on his face and he sprints up the stair straight into his bedroom. His phone is on the charger by his bed and he practically jumps to get to it quicker. There are multiple unread texts, a few from his university friends and it comes with no surprise, there are some in the family groupchat as well.
[from Mom]
Don’t forget to take your medicine.
There’s leftover soup from lunch, heat some up for dinner.
Eat a lot!
Don’t stay up watching series.
Love you!
[from Joong]
mom he’s not dying
or is he?
would you care this much if it was me? T-T
Santa pays them no mind, he’s sole focus is findig one name on top of his contact list. He types his short message to the one person he’s interested in talking to right now and he can barely contain his excitement.
[From Santa]
i’m alone
you can come in now ♡
Santa’s sure he has about five minutes before he gets company so the next step is dressing up properly. He gets out of his ugly, sweaty clothes – he almost died in those warm blankets, but at least being flushed from the heat helped making him look really sick – and looks for something more presentable. He doesn’t want to look too overdressed. The final choice is comfortable black pants with one of Perth’s hoodies he keeps in the bottom drawer.
The next stop is the bathroom where he quickly washes his face, puts on cologne and tries to make something out of his hair. Perth has definitely seen him in worse state – after the gym, during exam season and the countless times he spilled coffee on himself. But this is the first time his boyfriend is visiting him in his home, not to mention the fact they haven’t seen each other since the winter break started. And that was almost two weeks ago.
His phone vibrates in his pocket just as he feels like he did the best he could in such a short time. He reaches for it and reads the message.
[from Perth]
i think i’m here
the house number is 55
am i at the right place?
[from Santa]
yes dummy
the front gate’s code is my birthday
i’m coming down rn
[from Perth]
i feel like this is a test to find out if i know your birthday
Santa laughs looking at his screen while speeding down the staircase. It wouldn’t make any sense to test Perth right now as his birthday wasn’t too long ago and it definitely wasn’t forgotten by his boyfriend.
He runs to the door and swings it open. Perth is right there in front of him, one hand in the air in attempt to knock, the other hidden behind his back.
„Hello there, baby.” Perth greets him with a warm smile. Santa doesn’t need a moment more, he pulls the man inside and once they are alone in the house, he kisses him.
Perth melts into the kiss, his free hand immediately placed around Santa’s narrow waist. The younger boy’s hands find their way to Perth’s neck, fingers digging into soft dark hair. It’s been way too long since they’ve last seen each other, so the kiss gets deep soon. Perth licks Santa’s lower lip before biting it softly, urging him to open up. It doesn’t take much effort, he happily lets his boyfriend in. Their tongues meet in a heavy and messy battle, both of them eager to taste the other more. However, just as the kiss is getting a little out of control, Perth pulls away.
Santa lets out a disappointed sigh, but a smile is still there in the crook of his mouth. He’s just so happy to have Perth here.
„I have something for you.” Perth says, letting a little bit more room between them but never moving his hand from where it is. Santa looks up at him with a curious look. „Merry Christmas.”
From behind his back, Perth pulls out a big bouquet of neatly arrenged pink flowers. Because of course he would choose pink out of all the other colours.
„Thank you, Phi. These are very pretty.” Santa takes the flowers and smells them. He’s already thinking about the perfect place for them in his room. He wants to thank Perth by giving another kiss, but Perth continues.
„I have one another thing.” Perth reaches into his pocket and takes out box around the size of his palm. „Have a look.”
Santa holds the bouquet close to himself in the crook of his elbow and opens the present. His mouth slightly opens in surprise to find a simple but beautiful red string bracelet inside. As if it was meant to be, he looks at Perth’s wrist at this moment and he sees the identical red pair.
Perth moves as smooth as ever, he gently takes the bracelet from Santa only to put it on for him.
„Do you like it?” He asks Santa and if he’s not mistaken, there’s a small hint of nervousness in Perth’s voice. Santa brings up his other hand, fingers lightly touching his new favourite piece of jewellery.
„I love it. Thank you so much.” The genuine smile on Perth’s face makes it impossible to resist kissing him. So Santa lets it happen. He reaches out to hold his boyfriend’s handsome face and connects their lips. It’s a slower, sweeter kiss than the one before. But this one gets cut short as well, only this time by Santa.
„I have something for you as well. Come with me.” Perth looks surprised, but lets Santa drag him along to go upstairs. Since he’s never been here before he tries to look around a bit until they reach Santa’s room and go inside. „Sit anywhere.”
Santa starts looking around the room while Perth sits down on the queen sized bed. Santa’s room represents him very well; the walls are light grey, full of posters and pictures cut out of car magazines, there are some workout gear thrown into a corner. It’s kind of messy, but not dirty, more like lived in. It has a lot of character.
After searching around giving Perth enough time to take in the place, Santa sits next to him. Their thighs are touching – for now, Santa tries to ignore that fact.
„There you go. It’ just a small gift, but… I hope you like it.” Santa says quietly while handing Perth a slightly bigger box than the one he got. It’s wrapped in a ridiculous christmas wrapping paper - it’s the big bellied Santa, riding a reindeer. Only there’s little cut out picture of Santa’s face glued onto the white bearded man’s face.
Perth can’t help but laugh loudly seeing the wrapping paper.
„You don’t even celebrate Christmas, but got me a present?” Perth is still chuckling because of the handmade wrapping paper, but it’s easy to notice – one look is enough for Santa -, that he’s moved by the gesture.
„Well, you also got me something.” Santa also had to listen Perth talk about his Christmas plans with his family for a week before their winter break began and he wanted to be a small part of his joy. It was obvious how much his boyfriends likes this holiday.
After a whole minute of Perth studying his present from the outside, Santa has to urge him to finally open it.
Under the first layer, there’s a black box with the writing A musician’s lair on it. It’s Perth’s
favourite music store, the one he visits often only to browse or pick out the next guitar he wants to save up for and buy. As the box opens, it reveals five carefully crafted guitar picks: four black and dark grey ones with unique design and only one bright pink one with the words Love, Santa written on it.
Santa almost didn’t make the last one that way – he’s very much against ever using pink in literally anything -, but seeing the wide smile on Perth’s face, he knows it’s worth it.
„Tata, this is amazing. Thank you so much.” Perth inspects each and every one of the guitar picks with caution before putting it on the nightstand next to the bed.
He looks at Santa with such intense adoration in his eyes it nearly makes Santa look away. He was never really a shy person, but Perth has been a first in many aspects of his life – like making him blush and lose the ability to speak.
Thankfully, they don’t have much use for words for their current situation. They both start to close the distance between them, sensing how quick the mood has shifted and their lips meet halfway.
Perth has his arms around Santa’s waist in less than a second and pulls him closer, the younger boy immediately settling onto his lap. Perth doesn’t waste any time to push his tongue between Santa’s lips this time around and he meets no resistance. On the contrary, Santa is rather enthusiatic. However, Perth likes to make things difficult.
“Don’t you think we should talk first? We haven’t seen each other for two weeks.” Perth says into the kiss, yet his actions speak of a different intention; one hand holds Santa close while the other is slowly making its way down to hold the smaller man’s ass. He smacks it lightly before gripping it stronger, making Santa let out a small moan, the first of many in the near future if their position is any suggestion.
“We have plenty of time to talk afterwards.” It’s true, they are both free to spend the rest of their evening as they’d like.
It’s not their usual pace. If it was any other day, they would probably make some coffee, talk about the things they’ve missed in each other’s life since the break began, Santa would show Perth around the house and after all this, start watching a movie. Maybe a heavy makeout session on the couch after the first twenty minutes, followed by what’s happening now.
It’s most likely due to the fact that they have sex a lot. They did it for the first time around the beginning of the summer after a couple months of dating - it was quick and clumsy although very sweet since it was the actual first time either of them had sex, but it became much better with practice. And some more practice. Come to the present, they can’t seem to get enough ever and with only living one floor apart in the same dormitory, meeting was never hard.
Until know.
Santa spent 19 years without sex, but after getting himself a hot boyfriend who is amazing in bed, he found himself craving it bad. Two weeks worth of withdrawal has made him suffer, he can’t take any more.
“After what?” Of course, Perth chooses to tease him. He whispers the question into Santa’s ears, making him shiver with the low, husky tone he’s using.
“Don’t play dumb, P’Perth…” Santa pushed his fingers into Perth hair and encourages him to move on to his neck with a gentle pull. As luck would have it, the older man is a quite smart man who is ever eager to please his boyfriend.
Perth starts to leave small kisses on Santa’s slender neck and it takes him a great effort to stop himself from leaving marks on the smooth skin. He did it once and got told off for it for being way too visible to anyone - as if that wasn’t one of the reasons Perth left them there -, so he’s not looking for another lecture. He makes a point out of licking and kissing every beauty mark, the placements already memorised in his head and while he’s doing that, he doesn’t stop teasing.
“Are you calling me dumb, baby? That’s not nice.” Perth suddenly grips the younger man’s ass again which earns him a louder sigh from Santa. His head is already hurting a bit from how strong Santa’s fingers are holding onto his hair, but he loves the feeling. “Answer me. You want to talk after we do what? And don’t make me ask you for the third time.”
“Shit.” The curse coming from Santa is barely audiable, only a quiet sound of defeat. “After sex. We fuck now, talk later. Do you understand now, P’Perth?”
The clear agreement in going all the way, the hungry look in Santa’s eyes and the flushed cheeks are enough for Perth to finally take things up to the next level. He stands up while holding Santa in his arms with ease only to throw him back onto the bed. Not wanting to he separated for long, he pulls his black shirt over his head and throws it away, the pants following right after. Only leaving the boxers on, he climbs back to the bed.
Right in front of his boyfriend’s feet, he comes to a sudden stop. The view in front of him is just getting to him; there is Santa, wearing Perth’s old high school sweater and with the pants suddenly out of the way already, two naked legs open and inviting.
He climbs over Santa, settling between his thighs and loving every moment of it. He recently started becoming serious about the gym – it might have something to do with the fact he landed a man who looks like a greek statue – and while he’s still not the biggest guy, he likes how he can cover all of Santa’s lithe body with himself.
Perth grinds down and it sends a wave of pleasure through them both. Their boxers are painfully in the way now, but not for long as Perth quickly gets rid of both. Santa doesn’t feel shy anymore. Perth’s big hand strokes the outside of his thigh before pushing both his knees up a bit, making more space.
„You look gorgeous.” Santa notices how Perth convenietly leaves the sweater on, although it’s pushed up ’till his chest. Perth always liked seeing Santa in his clothes, so it’s not a surprise.
„Do you like it?” Santa wraps his legs around Perth, their cocks hot and heavy against each other. „Ya’know… Us in my childhood bedroom, me in your old hoodie and my parents out of town so you sneak in. It’s like we’re in high school.”
„Had we gone to the same one, it would’ve definitely happened like this.” Perth grins before capturing Santa’s lips again. „Do you have lube?”
„Weren’t you the one who was supposed to bring it?” Santa asks with an eyebrow raised which earns him another light smack on his bottom. He’s not proud of the sound that gets out of him, but Perth sure is.
„I left mine at your dorm.”
„Should’ve bought another one.” Santa continues to tease Perth about it, but points at his nightstand drawer. Opening it, Perth finds an unopened, brand new bottle and it’s their favourite. They don’t usually use condoms since they don’t sleep with anyone else but each other and go for regular chechups.
„Good thing you’re prepared for us both.” He pours a generous amount into his hand and since it’s not too cold, he gets to work.
Perth draws teasing circles around the pinkish hole, smearing some lube on the outside. Santa is quick to get impatient, he lets out disappointed noises every time Perth doesn’t give him what he wants immediately. Thankfully, the older man can’t play around for too long – he doesn’t want to waste more time either.
The first finger enters without any resistance so the second one follows after just a half minute. Perth scissors Santa open and soon, loud moans start to fill the room. It feels so good for Santa and he’s very vocal about it; Perth’s fingers reach deep inside him and he curls them just right to hit his most sensitive spot. But it’s nowhere near the real thing.
„I’m good, please, Phi… Fuck me already.” Santa breaths out, desperate to feel even more.
Perth is eager to please his needy boyfriend so after making sure he also thinks Santa is ready, he pulls his fingers out. He grabs the lube again and coats his hard erection with it. It’s the first time his dick is touched today, but the tip is already touching his lower stromach – this is the effect having Santa under him has on Perth. He could probably cum just from thinking about fucking his boyfriend, but he will never test the theory out as actually doing it is more his taste.
He lines himself up at the rim and slowly starts to push inside. Perth curses under his breath from the tight pleasure that invites his cock, while Santa throws his head back against the pillow. Perth doesn’t stop until his whole length is burried deep, the walls around him are so hot he could come any time.
„You feel so fucking good. Are you alright?” Perth checks on Santa who just nods along. It’s not enough. „I’ll need to hear your words baby, you know the rules.”
Santa stares straigth into Perth’s eyes. He already looks destroyed; his cheeks are red, his eyeslashes are wet and dark, black hair is sprawled around his face on the pillow.
„I’m more than alright. You can move, please.” Who is Perth to decline such a polite request? He steadies them with putting a hand onto Santa’s where he’s grabbing the headboard of the bed, while the other is holding onto his waist.
He begins with slow, but deep thrusts. Almost pulling out entirely before slamming back inside, his cock hitting the spot that makes Santa roll back his eyes. He keeps the steady pace for a bit before speeding it up and make the bed hit the wall with every thrust. It definitely wasn’t build to endure two grown man have sex on top of it, but it’s not the worst.
They kiss and bite each other, Santa’s nails leave long reddish lines on Perth’s back as he tries to keep them as close as possible, and Perth doesn’t even notice the slight pain. He’s focused on moving faster and deeper each time, making both of them come really close to the finish line.
It’s no surprise nobody hears a familiar car pull up to the driveway, the front door open and the footsteps coming up the staircase.
The surprise visitors burst into Santa’s room at once – not expecting any company, it wasn’t closed -, but their conversation dies immediately.
„I’m sure he’s sleepin- WHAT THE FUCK?” Aou is the one holding the doorknob, but Pond and Joong are close enough that it’s impossible for them to not see inside.
Santa is mortified and from the way the thrusts come to a sudden stop and his boyfriends whole body tenses up, Perth is too. Santa pushed Perth off immediately and grabs the side of his blanket to cover themselves as much as possible with it being mostly under them. He tries to cover the most of his boyfriend, since his brothers have seen Santa’s naked state countless times before, but the sight of Perth’s cute ass shouldn’t be visible to them.
It’s the most embarassing moment ever in his life. This wasn’t how Santa imagined the first time meeting going.
„Both of you, put on pants right now and meet us in the living room. You have five minutes.” Aou says with a stern face turning around. „The door stays open! No more funny business.”
The three intruders leave them behind and after Santa’s sure they can’t hear them anymore, he throws himself back on the bed, his face buried into the pillows.
„I can’t go in front of them again. Ever.” He says with a whiny voice. His brothers were always very protective about their little brother and his relationships – the romantic kind has been non-existent, but even his friendships were always heavily surveyed - and he hasn’t even told them about having a boyfriend. He wanted everything to be perfect, to slowly let them get over the news and after a while, introduce Perth in a proper manner. Definitely not while he was getting fucked by him.
„They are unlikely to be virgins too, right? It’s life. You are in a healthy relationship and have safe sex. Sure, it’s not how we wanted this to happen and it’ll be kinda awkward now, but they’ll get over it… Hm?” As always, Perth tries to be reasonable. But Santa knows how nervous he was about potentially meeting his family soon and making sure his brothers accept him as Santa’s partner.
It will be a very hard job now, to be seen as a loving boyfriend instead of a sex maniac ruining their little brother’s innocence right in front of their eyes. If they want to do some damage control, the first thing they have to do is get dressed up – and make sure to hide both of their still half-hard cocks.
„They still see me as a little kid! My whole family does, it drives me crazy. And it’s not like they have to accept that I might have a sex life, they saw it! Plus, during my whole life I have never seen my brothers get over anything.”
Santa puts on black joggers and an oversized shirt while Perth puts back the same clothes he came in. Santa takes one look and shakes his head. „Your dick is like, super visible.”
Perth gives him an unimpressed glare.
„You can give me a quick blowjob if that would make you feel better. Also, I hope your brothers won’t be as enthusiastic to look there like you are.”
Their conversation jumps between bickering and trying to come up with an actual useful plan. They don’t have enough time to prepare fully, but at least by the time they go downstairs, they look a little more put together.
A rearranged living room is waiting for them; Aou, Pond and Joong are sitting side by side on the couch while there are two single chair in front of them. Santa groans at the sight, but starts walking towards them – not forgetting to intertwine his fingers with Perth’s. He regrets being caught in a compromising position with his boyfriend, but he will never be ashamed of the relationship. He can feel Perth gently sqeeze his hand and it gives him great comfort.
They let go of each other to sit down. Santa needs this to go as well as possible, so he doesn’t want to provoke them. Yet.
A few second goes by in awkward silence before Joong finally speaks up.
„So… Give us an explanation. What’s happened here? Go on.”
Santa licks his lips, feeling a bit more nervous than he wants to be with three pairs of eyes on him. He makes a lame try to delay answering so he can get a few more minutes to get himself together.
„But why are you guys back? Shouldn’t you be halfway to Grandma’s by now?”
„You don’t need to ask questions now. Wait for your turn.” Aou interrupts almost immediately and Santa lets out a long sigh.
„Okay, okay… Let me introduce you to my boyfriend, Perth.” Santa points at the man beside him. „We go to the same university. I haven’t seen him since the winter break started and I was missing him so I had an idea a few days ago… To stay back pretending to be sick and spend some time together before my trip to Grandma’s.”
„See? I told you guys he wasn’t sick.” Pond says with a smug smile.
„Not the main concern.” Aou shakes his head at Pond, before turning to Perth with a much less friendly expression on his face than usual. „You. Can’t you speak for yourself? Introduce yourself.”
Perth feels like the question is more of an attack than genuine interest, but he needs to stay strong. Pointing out that Santa introducing him was just a normal answer to their first question and not about not being able to speak, would be a not great start.
„My full name is Tanapon Sukumpantanasan, but everybody calls me Perth. I’m a year above Santa and my degree’s in music production-”
„How did you meet a dance major? Are you a stalker?” Joong cuts in, not letting Perth finish his sentence. Santa looks at him from the corner of his eyes – his boyfriend is famous for hating when people cut into each other’s words, but if this does bother him right now, he doesn’t let it show. Strangely, it makes Santa’s heart warm up a little.
„No. We met through an assignment. One person needed to make music, another the choreography and we got paired up.” Santa steals a glance again just when Perth does the same and he can’t hold back a smile at the memory.
Watching the scene, the three sitting on the couch seem to be calm down a bit, but not fully.
„So are you guys serious? Or did we just witness a causal fling?”
„Why would you even think that? I literally said he’s my boyfriend.” The question could’ve been asked from either of them, but Santa gets a sudden burst of anger inside him and decides to take back answering. „It wouldn’t be any of your business, even if he wasn’t. But he is. I love him, he loves me and we have loads of sex. If you guys have problems with that, I don’t care.”
„We do have a problem if you do it in front of us!” Pond jumps in.
„Maybe try knocking.” Santa defends.
„Maybe don’t abandon your family for some random guy!” Joong raises his voice.
„Try listening for once! He. is. my. boyfriend. And I didn’t fucking abandon you, I was just gonna go, like, two days later!” Santa also starts to lose patience.
„Excuse me, please, stop!”
Aou, who was about to end the fight before it gets worse closes his mouth in surprise and all of the brothers do the same. Perth stands up from his seat and bows his head.
„I’m sorry for what happened in Santa’s bedroom. It definitely wasn’t the first impression I wanted you guys to have of me, but I need everyone to stop making assumptions.” Perth looks up again. „We have been together for a while now, it was never just a fling and never will be. I truly love Santa a lot. I would appriciate a chance to prove myself worthy of him to you and I know it would mean a lot to him. He values your opinions a lot, that’s probably why he was so nervous about telling you about me.”
Perth’s words are met with a long silence before Aou finally speaks up.
„So what… we play uno and 20 questions, to get to know Santa’s boyfriend?”