Sam had invited him round for dinner with a few mates, and it had not only gone late, but somehow Colby was the last to leave. He was still there when midnight approached, telling stories to Sam who sat there, enraptured.

Colby noticed the mistletoe out of the corner of his eye, and dared Sam to kiss him under it. Sam refused at first, but he was just being playful. Sam would only kiss him at midnight, and not a moment sooner. And when midnight struck, he took Colby's hands, pulled him over under the mistletoe, and kissed him sweetly.

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He was at a Christmas party. He was more than a little drunk, and quite happily so.
Colby couldn't quite remember whose house he was at; there'd been too many this week, and he'd lost track of them. Out of what felt like nowhere, someone grabbed his arm, dragging him somewhere else.

Then he was pushed against a wall, and there was Jake's laughing face as he pulled him down to kiss him. It was a drunk kiss, but then Jake was so eager, and his hands were just somehow everywhere. Colby knew who he was going home with tonight.

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Colby had to admit he was getting sleepy, but he wasn't anywhere near as sleepy as Sam and Jake, who were curled up either side of him on his sofa. It had just been the three of them, taking a quiet night together before the madness of Christmas took over.

They had, well, 'helped' was being too generous, but they had been there as Colby decorated his flat. Jake had done his best to get them all drunk, while Sam just pedantically wanted everything to be symmetrical, which just made Colby make it all as wonky as possible just because.

But it had been Sam who'd brought out the mistletoe, and spent quite some time kissing Jake while Colby held it over them. Colby didn't mind. He got to watch his boys kissing and he noticed the way their hands were moving over each other's bodies.

And, in their own conspiratorial way, they both ganged up on him, and pushed him back into the sofa to attack him with kisses. Jake's had been a little too eager, and his hands had pinned his shoulders down too hard, while Sam had made his linger until Colby was desperate for a fuck.

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Sam had stuck some mistletoe on the wall over the bed, wanting to get Colby into a rather more passionate goodnight kiss than he usually got. Colby was already asleep beside him, having been tired out by a good long spanking session, but Sam was still awake.

Sure, lights out had been a while ago, but it was Christmas eve. He'd sent Colby to get him some milk before bed, then he promised he would sleep. And when Colby returned, Sam pulled his Daddy into a kiss.

Sam had waited until midnight, when everyone else was either asleep or had gone home before he took Colby over by the fireplace to kiss him goodnight. The mistletoe was subtle, but Colby knew it was there. He brought Sam close with his hands grabbing his hips, knowing this was risky, but not wanting to go without it, either.

Sam usually stopped them from being affectionate with each other when they were at his house, and Colby always respected that. But he still took great delight in these little kisses, when Sam felt brave, and let the darkness conceal them.

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Sam was quiet at last. It had been a long day of final preparations for Christmas, and they were both tired. Sam had fought him far too hard, but there came a point where Sam just couldn't scream and pick fights for the sake of it. Colby hated punishing him when he got like that, but a few sharp paddles did the trick, and calmed him down.

"I'm sorry, sir."

"So you should be."

"Let me kiss you to make up for it, sir."

"Go on, then."

Sam kiss was reluctant, soft, and full of sorrow. Colby held him close.