Advent Calendar: Dec 9th
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After leaving Ireland, Neil has never been much on holidays. They only serve to remind him of what he's lost, even if they remind him of what he has as well. Every holiday they've been old enough to do so, he and Lyle have just fucked the day away, staying in bed except for getting up every so often to eat.
And cook naked, of course. Neil slides up behind Lyle, equally naked and not caring if any of the new housemates see him. Only one seems the prudish type, and Lichty usually sticks to his room, so they don't really have to worry about it.
"You just want to see me tent my apron," Lyle says when Neil nips at his ear, rubs his flaccid cock between the cheeks of Lyle's ass. Still slick, just as slick as Neil's.
"Maybe," Neil breathes, although really he just wants to give Lyle a blowjob in the kitchen.
"Choose, then: burnt breakfast or give me a blowjob."
Reading Neil's mind. Not that Neil is adverse to it, or anything, he grins and nips his ear again. "Breakfast, then a blowjob."
"Mmmm," Lyle hums happily, probably not caring about much aside from the fact that Neil's reached around to jerk him off as he cooks.
"Happy Hol--" comes from the stairs, abruptly cutting off. Neil looks over, and there's Lichty, staring open-mouthed at the two of them.
Neil winks at him, and delights at the way Lichty instantly turns a pinky shade of red.
"Morning, Lichty," Lyle says without looking up from his cooking. "Want some eggs?"
"It's three o'clock," Lichty says weakly, backing toward the stairwell. "Why would you--"
"Because putting clothes on is too much work, when they'll just come off in half an hour anyway," Lyle answers smoothly.
Neil laughs against the back of Lyle's neck, then looks steadily at Lichty. Whose eyes are not completely blank-- there's interest there. "Want to join us?"
Without an answer, Lichty flees upstairs.
"Bet I can nail him first," Lyle says casually, flipping the egg over. It looks fucking delicious; Neil's stomach rumbles loudly, and Lyle's echos it.
"You're on," Neil says, biting Lyle's ear once more before retreating to fetch dishes.
Holidays really do suck, but later, Neil's quite thankful for that one.
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After leaving Ireland, Neil has never been much on holidays. They only serve to remind him of what he's lost, even if they remind him of what he has as well. Every holiday they've been old enough to do so, he and Lyle have just fucked the day away, staying in bed except for getting up every so often to eat.
And cook naked, of course. Neil slides up behind Lyle, equally naked and not caring if any of the new housemates see him. Only one seems the prudish type, and Lichty usually sticks to his room, so they don't really have to worry about it.
"You just want to see me tent my apron," Lyle says when Neil nips at his ear, rubs his flaccid cock between the cheeks of Lyle's ass. Still slick, just as slick as Neil's.
"Maybe," Neil breathes, although really he just wants to give Lyle a blowjob in the kitchen.
"Choose, then: burnt breakfast or give me a blowjob."
Reading Neil's mind. Not that Neil is adverse to it, or anything, he grins and nips his ear again. "Breakfast, then a blowjob."
"Mmmm," Lyle hums happily, probably not caring about much aside from the fact that Neil's reached around to jerk him off as he cooks.
"Happy Hol--" comes from the stairs, abruptly cutting off. Neil looks over, and there's Lichty, staring open-mouthed at the two of them.
Neil winks at him, and delights at the way Lichty instantly turns a pinky shade of red.
"Morning, Lichty," Lyle says without looking up from his cooking. "Want some eggs?"
"It's three o'clock," Lichty says weakly, backing toward the stairwell. "Why would you--"
"Because putting clothes on is too much work, when they'll just come off in half an hour anyway," Lyle answers smoothly.
Neil laughs against the back of Lyle's neck, then looks steadily at Lichty. Whose eyes are not completely blank-- there's interest there. "Want to join us?"
Without an answer, Lichty flees upstairs.
"Bet I can nail him first," Lyle says casually, flipping the egg over. It looks fucking delicious; Neil's stomach rumbles loudly, and Lyle's echos it.
"You're on," Neil says, biting Lyle's ear once more before retreating to fetch dishes.
Holidays really do suck, but later, Neil's quite thankful for that one.