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Patrick finally pulls back off my dick, but then he leans across my lap to grab his husband’s face. He crashes their mouths together, and I let out an embarrassing whimper as I realize Patrick didn’t actually swallow my release as he spits it into Joey’s mouth. They continue making out, their kiss sloppy and full of passion and tongues licking into each other’s mouths, swapping my cum.

It’s the hottest, most sinful thing I’ve ever seen. My very spent dick gives a valiant twitch at the sight despite the two orgasms I’ve had in the last few hours. I groan, and the sound is enough to pull their attention back to me. Patrick tugs me back down into the hot tub, completely naked, and his tongue is pushing into my mouth the next second. Joey is right there too, and the three of us end up in a sloppy kiss.

Eventually I pull back, glancing between them. “That was amazing. Who’s next?”

Patrick chuckles. “As much as I’d love to volunteer, I’m not sure I’d actually make it past the finish line again tonight after how intense my orgasm was earlier. I think I’ll wait for tomorrow.”

“Me too. But I am ready to finish the drinks you made for us,” Joey suggests, running his finger over my jaw and up into my hair like he can’t bear to not be touching me, even though I’m sure my mind is just reading into things after another incredible release.

“Uh, yeah, of course,” I agree as I settle back into my seat and reach for the final drinks. I attempt to shake off my post-orgasm haze and remember what I even made. “The last cocktail is a mistletoe martini. There’s vodka, cherry brandy, and lime juice. The rim is sugar. Then two raspberries and a sprig of rosemary garnish look like the mistletoe.”

“Scotty, if you wanted to kiss us, you didn’t need an excuse of mistletoe. All you have to do is ask,” Patrick teases, leaning in to place a more innocent kiss right on my lips as he takes the offered drink from me.

Joey smirks and does the same, kissing me when it’s his turn to take the drink. I know I’m blushing again, but at this point I know there’s no hiding it.

“This one is my favorite,” I tell them after my first sip.

“I was right, the marg is my pick,” Patrick confirms, and Joey declares the second, cranberry-flavored drink as his.

“Well, that’s perfect because we won’t have to share. We each have more waiting for us inside,” I remind them.

“But we’re so good at sharing,” Joey teases as he stands, and he’s definitely right about that. “I’m ready to go in, though. It’s crazy how hot it gets in here despite being surrounded by snow.”

“Sounds good. I can close this up if you guys want to bring everything in?” Patrick offers, and we quickly agree.

Once we’re all inside, dried off, changed into our pajamas with refilled glasses, the rest of the night seems to fly by, full of flirting and laughter. We put on another Christmas movie, and I once again fall asleep snuggled up between them. Patrick helps carry me up the stairs to the loft where I spend the night surrounded by their strong bodies and comforting presence.

I shouldn’t get used to it, but I also don’t want to hold myself back from soaking up every possible moment that I have with them, so I don’t fight it. I can deal with the emotional consequences of having everything I could ever want for such a short amount of time later. Right now I’ll make the most of what little time I do have with them.

19

“Let’s swing into this store, it looks like they’d have ornaments.”

Joey and Scotty follow me into the very festive gift shop. I’m so glad the weather cooperated so we had time to explore more of the town today. One street had oversized snowflakes hung from all the light posts, and outside of the library there was a huge lit-up snow globe and presents tall enough for people to stand in for photos. I really appreciate the effort that’s clearly gone into all of the decorations, and I can’t picture a better place to get into the holiday spirit, especially with the snow.

“What are you going to pick?” Joey asks Scotty as they walk toward a wall lined with ornaments.

“I really don’t need any, guys,” Scotty dismisses. “You brought enough for the tree.”

“Well, no one needs an ornament. We’re doing this for fun. We can all pick one out for our first Christmas together.”

Scotty gives me a confused smile at my comment, like he isn’t sure why I’d label this as our first when he believes it’ll be our one and only Christmas together, but I have no intention of that being the case… unless it’s what he truly wants. Maybe I’m being overly confident, but with how much he’s seemed to enjoy our time here so far, and how much he appears to be returning to a more carefree version of himself, I don’t think it’s misguided to hope he’ll want more with us too.

Joey and I have been trying to give Scotty as much attention as we can. I don’t want to rush things and have him dismiss the idea before he sees how great we can all be together, but I’m also eager to show him how much we care about him.

“Yeah, it’ll be fun! Look, they have a gingerbread man!” Joey points out, and that gets a smile out of Scotty.

Scotty chuckles. “I don’t think that’s my top pick, but maybe you can claim that one, Patrick? Since you won the gingerbread contest.”

That gives me an excellent idea. “How about we all pick out ornaments for each other? It’d be too hard to make it a surprise since we’re all looking at the same wall, but we could each pick one out and then explain why we chose it.”

“I love that idea, babe,” Joey quickly replies, beaming as he scans the wall.

“Me too. Sounds fun,” Scotty agrees.

“Happy shopping.”

There are so many ornaments: passports, crochet, a butterfly, a pickleball paddle, mac and cheese. The choices are truly endless; we could be here all day. I appreciate that we’re all looking intently; I don’t want to get anything super obvious for either of them. I’d rather it be more sentimental, and that’s going to be harder.