some more Christmas dividers ﾟ+*:ꔫ:*﹤ credits to me. feel free to use and save. of course credit would be appreciated but it is not required. I’m just making these for fun <3 @bunnysp1ce @zhenyiuu @liliesdiary @tiamathh @garfieldissocool @cinnamonghostcrunch @bunnychronicless
You glance over your shoulder as you try to, as quietly as you can, wrap the wrapping paper around your hips.
You held it to your skin, pulling off a piece of tape from the back of your hand and sticking it on to hold the paper. You slowly let go, applying two more pieces for safe measure.
You glanced down, smirking at the part that’s wrapped around your boobs. You walk over, plucking your Santa hat from the back of the chair and you can hear Sam’s alarm going off.
You quickly move back to slowly move down and lay in front of the fireplace.
The main reason you wanted to take them away for the holiday, was so you can have them all to yourself for a day or two.
You stared over at the closed door, biting your lip as you hear muffled shuffling coming from behind it, “Colby. Yo, Colby!” Sam yells quietly, “Where’s y/n?”
You hear more shuffling and your heart starts to race faster as the door opens, Sam and Colby coming to a stop when they see you. A smirk spreads across Colby’s lips, “Found her.”
You raise your arm, “Merry Christmas!”
“I honestly think this is the best gift I’ve ever gotten.” Sam walks over, his eyes dragging up and down your barely covered body, “Fuck, baby.”
Your eyes scan up his shirtless torso before looking over at Colby, “Are you guys ready to unwrap your presents?”
“I’m ready to unwrap one.” Colby smirks, “I know that for a fact.” He drops down to his knees, Sam following and you sit up. Your brows shooting upward, “Look at you guys, eager and ready to see what’s under the paper, huh?”
Sam smirks, tilting his head, “I don’t think I’ll ever not be excited to see what’s under there.” He bites his lip, looking over at Colby, and Colby nods, reaching out to gently grip the paper, “You just tell us when, baby.”
You look down at his hand, gently tapping it away before dragging your hand up his torso and chest, glancing over at Sam as you do the same thing.
You listen to their breathing shutter before you smirk, moving over towards Sam to press your lips to his. As you’re making out with him, you slide your hand down to Colby’s growing bulge and palm him.
He tilts his head back, groaning lowly, “Fuck.”
Your hand drags down Sam’s chest, pressing to his and he moans into your mouth, “Please don’t tease, baby.”
You smirk against his lips, leaning over to pull Colby in for a kiss. Your lips move against his as Sam’s hand gently reaches out to brush over your exposed skin, Colby’s hand on your neck as he deepens the kiss.
You moan as Colby squeezes, “take it off.”
His hands fly to the paper wrapped around your boobs, ripping it open as Sam rips over the paper wrapped around your waist, tossing to the floor behind you.
Colby lunges forward, laying you down as his lips connect with yours. Your hand drags down, pulling the band of his sweats and he sits up, eyes on you as he pushes them down.
Sam moves between your legs, head immediately dipping down to lick a strip up your already soaked cunt, causing you to gasp.
You push yourself up, holding your weight with your elbow pressed into the carpet and lean in to wrap your lips around the head of Colby’s cock. His hand slowly slides to the back of your head, groaning lowly as you moan around him.
Your fingers tangle into Sam’s hair, tugging slightly as you moan around Colby in your mouth.
Colby bucks his hips forward, urging you to take more of him into your mouth, and you do. His fingers tangle into your hair, moaning out as you bob your head back and forth.
Sam’s fingers dig into your hips as his lips wrap around your clit to suck, causing your thighs to twitch at the sensation.
You pull your head back, looking up at Colby as the tip of his cock rests on your tongue. He smirks down at you, biting his lip as he takes a deep breath, “Fuck, you’re so hot.”
You smile, pressing a kiss to the tip before taking your hand from Sam’s hair and wrapping it around Colby’s cock. You slowly stroke, head tilting back as you moan out, “Fuck, Sam!”
He lifts his head, crawling up your body to press his lips to yours, “You just taste so good, baby.” His voice low, “I could do that all day.”
As you’re making out with Sam, you feel Colby’s hands drag up your thighs. You tilt your head back, looking at Sam as he rolls off of you, and you look at Colby.
He smirks, nodding for you to roll over and you do. You roll over into your stomach, positioning yourself between Sam’s open legs and watching as he frees himself from his sweats.
You bite your lip as Colby’s hands give your ass a tight squeeze before the tip of his cock taps against your pussy a few times.
You hold yourself up with your hand, reaching up with the other to wrap it around Sam’s cock. He watches as you lean down, lips wrapping around his leaking head which earns a groan from him.
You lift your head, gasping as you feel Colby slide his full length into you. Your face contorts with pleasure, moaning out as he slowly slides out and grips your hips to thrust back in.
You slowly pump the cock that’s in your hand, digging your nails into the carpet below you.
“That feel good, baby?” Sam asks as his fingers gently brush under your chin, “Looks like it does.” He tilts his head as you open your eyes, jaw slack as you nod.
You look back down, working Sam’s cock into your mouth as your tongue swirls around it.
His fingers grab your hair into his grasp, moaning out as he pulls harder, “Fuck, baby. That’s it.” You quicken your movement, whimpering around him as Colby’s thrusts grow faster, “You feel so good.”
Sam reaches down, pinching and twisting your nipple between his fingers, which sends your head into a dizzy spiral.
Your eyes roll shut, moans muffled.
Sam lifts your head, “You close, baby? Hmm.” You nod, eyes fluttering open as you look at him, “Y-yes.” You gasp, walls squeezing around Colby’s cock, “Fuck, fuck fuck!”
Colby’s thrusts grow harder, just what you needed for that band in your stomach to snap, sending you over the edge.
Your head falls down, your hips go back, “yesyesyes.” You whine, “Oh fuck, Colby. Feels so good!” Colby groans, his thrusts guiding you through your high before stopping.
You let out a whine and Sam runs his hand over your hair, “Come here, baby.” He watches as you push yourself up, moving to straddle him and he leans back as you position yourself above him.
Your hands grip his shoulders, moaning out as you feel him fill your cunt, “Fuck, Sam.” You whimper, crashing your lips onto his. He moans into your mouth as his arm tightens around your waist.
He kisses down your neck, biting and nipping at your skin and you bounce your hips faster, rolling them into his, “Fuck, fuck, yes. Yes.” You tangle your fingers into his hair, tilting his head back to kiss him before sliding your hands to his chest and pushing him to lay down.
His hands rest on your thighs as you move upward then sink back down, moaning out as he watching you.
Colby walks over, standing beside you and you lean in, taking him back into your mouth. You reach up with your free hand, wrapping it around the base of his cock.
He gasps as you suck, tongue swirling under the underside of his sensitive head, “Fuck, y/n. That’s it.”
Sam bucks his hips upward, edging you towards another orgasm. He groans out, his hand sliding over to press his thumb against your clit, “Cum for me, baby.”
Your walls pulsate around his cock, moaning around Colby as your eyes flutter shut. Sam’s pressure grows harder, his circles growing faster, “Fuck!”
You tilt your head back, gasping and moaning loudly as you come undone on top of Sam, “Fuck, fuck, yes!” You whine loudly, “Shit.” Sam thrusts upward a few more times then leans forward, “Knees baby.”
You slide off of Sam, resting on your knees as you look up at both of them standing over you. You watch as they both pump their cocks, moaning out lowly until they both reach their peaks.
You close your eyes, mouth open, tongue out as you feel their strings of cum land your face.
You hear Sam sigh and you open your eyes, smiling up at them as you lick your lips. Colby smirks, biting his lip as his eyes scan over the mess him and his best friend made.
“Did you like your gift?” You tease, reaching over to grab your shirt that you threw off earlier. You wipe off your face as Colby grabs a blanket from the couch, “I don’t know how you weren’t out on the naughty list because goddamn.”
Sam laughs as he gets the fireplace going, “seriously.”
You stand up, “well, I’m going to wash up. When I come out, we can open the real presents?” Sam nods, “Sounds good baby.” You smile and walk back the hall to the bathroom.
Once you’re finished, you open the door and walk back out, only to stop when you see both of them lying in front of the fireplace with nothing but wrapping paper around their waists.
Sam motions to him and Colby with a smirk on his face, “Ready to open your gifts now?”
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Thank you so much for reading! I love you all sooo much! 🖤 catch you in the next one!
so maybe this isn't super christmassy....but I was feeling festive about the snow around the midwest. enjoy!
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Tommy wakes up with a grumble to the poking in his bicep along with the insistent ‘Tommy! Tommy wake up!’
The thing is, it’s not loud and panicked like he’d expect if something was really wrong. The voice is instead soft, full of something that sounds suspiciously like wonderment, but seconds later, fingers—cold fingers—curl inside his bicep and tug. He grumbles again, and when he finally opens his eyes, the room is still mostly dark, save for the light streaming from the window.
He turns head toward the sound of the voice determined to get him out of the bed, scowling hard as the body beside him is already leaping up and heading back for the window. The pilot inhales a deep breath and then exhales it slowly, trying to keep his sleepy grouchiness from taking over his entire mood. He turns his head toward the nightstand and catches the time on the clock. 3:19 AM. He sets his jaw and rubs a hand down over his face, closing his eyes for a few seconds as the last vestiges of sleep slip from him.
“God, it’s beautiful.”
The pilot turns head back toward the window, and the Evan-shaped silhouette standing it. There’s a throw blanket wrapped around his shoulders, and although it takes Tommy a few seconds to really gather his bearings, he immediately understands why Evan woke him up.
Seconds later, he manages to roll from the bed, tugging the comforter along with him as he slumps around the end of the bed and over to the window. Even glances up at him, a sleepy smile on his face, only half-lit by the light from outside reflecting off of freshly falling snow.
“Are you happy,” Tommy asks. His gaze trails down from Evan’s face to where the fleece blanket is on his shoulders, down his arms and to the mug resting between his hands.
Evan blushes. Tommy can’t actually see the change in his skin that much in the light, but he knows the other man well enough that he doesn’t need to be able to.
“I uh-, I got you one too,” Evan responds a moment later, turning to the table on his other side. He picks up a mug and turns toward Tommy, and the pilot cups his hands, taking the mug. This close to the window, they can feel the cold emanating from the outside, although not so much that their rental isn’t warm. Still, there’s something to being able to see steam rise out of his mug in the low light when it’s such a rare occurrence. It’s been far too long since he last laid his eyes on snow, much less any other part of his body. Watching Evan watch the snow fall is something else entirely, though, knowing that the younger firefighter spent the first 20-odd years of his life seeing it every year.
“When’s the last time you…?”
Evan glances over at him briefly before his eyes drift back to the window. It’s quiet, but not in the usual way. It’s the dampened quiet Tommy’s never quite grown used to, because he’s only seen snow here and there throughout his life. He’s spent most of it in California or the desert, neither of which grants much of an opportunity for the fallen crystallines. Still, it’s not a bad quiet, and as his eyes drift back toward Evan, he can see the familiarity of it all in the younger man’s eyes.
“I think I was 22 or 23,” he replies, glancing down at the mug in his hands. He lifts it to his lips and sips from it, and Tommy’s just a little bit jealous of the mug. He suddenly wants to know how warm the inside of Evan’s mouth feels in the cold.
“Back in Hershey?”
Evan glances up at him, his brow furrowed slightly before he shakes his head. He laps his tongue over his top lip, licking away a cocoa-stache. Tommy can’t help giving him that look—the heartened smirk that make him look like his eyes are shaped into actual hearts toward Evan—as he reaches up and wipes at the corner of Evan’s lip where he missed a spot. He lifts his thumb to his mouth and licks it away, humming softly at the taste. Yum.
“Oh, no,” Evan responds. “I kind-of bounced around for a while after I left Pennsylvania, trying to figure out where I was supposed to be, what I was supposed to be doing, you know?”
Tommy nods as he lifts his own mug to his lips and sips from it. His shoulders sink as he fights the urge to moan obscenely. Evan has to have made it from scratch, and it has the hint of salted caramel that Tommy loves with his cocoa.
“Anyway, I ended up all over, and at one point, I was in Montana working on a dude ranch.”
Tommy almost chokes at the mention of Evan being remotely near anything western. Suddenly, he’s trying to visualize the other man in a cowboy hat, tight jeans, and a flannel over a carhartt, and he just wants to throw his boyfriend back into bed. Somehow, though, he finds the strength to keep his hands to himself and keep sipping on his cocoa.
Evan still chuckles at his reaction, though.
“S-so you wrangled cattle then,” Tommy comments after clearing his throat.
Evan laughs. “Uh, no. They didn’t trust me much near the animals. Too accident-prone, apparently. But I got decent at horseback riding, and learned how to build a roaring fire.”
Tommy nods. He steps toward Evan, closing the gap between them. After taking several more long sips off of his cocoa, he takes Evan’s along with his own and sets both mugs on the table beside them before completely crowding into the younger man’s space. Evan’s eyes flit down to Tommy’s lips as he licks his own, grinning at the pilot.
“Something about all of that get you hot?”
“Maybe a little,” Tommy answers gruffly. “Something about you in assless chaps.”
Evan shakes his head at the pilot, laughing.
“I swear if you had seen me the first time I got near a bull, the last thing you would’ve thought was that I was sexy,” he comments. Tommy raises an eyebrow at him curiously.
“Oh yeah?”
Evan inhales a deep breath, nodding as his own gaze seems to drag back and forth between Tommy’s lips and his eyes.
“If you ever tell anyone this, I’ll deny it, but… I definitely landed face-down in some manure in my first week on the ranch.”
Tommy laughs as the image conjures itself in his mind, but Evan laughs with him, clearly not afflicted by his own plight of the situation, or at least not anymore.
“Anyway, after about five months at the ranch—and one more cold winter—I knew that wasn’t for me, and then somehow I managed to land myself in South America for a while before Connor convinced me to come back with him and his friends. And honestly, it’d been so long since I’d had a real connection with people because even though a lot of people were tourists where I lived….I, I mean they were tourists, so.”
“No one stuck around,” Tommy surmises.
“Story of my life,” Evan says in a softer tone. When his eyes lift to meet Tommy’s once more, there’s a sadness in the pilot’s eyes. Evan starts to open his mouth, to start the ‘not you’ schpeel, but Tommy shakes his head as he reaches out and squeezes Evan’s fingers. It’s a conversation they’ve had numerous times at this point, and much as Evan doesn’t really hold Tommy in that regard, it’s not lost on the pilot that he easily could have been just another revolving door in Evan’s life of being left behind.
Evan turns and tosses his throw blanket back on the bed, revealing the miles of bare skin beneath it before he steps toward Tommy and slides his arms between the pilot’s.
“Now tell me about the last time you saw snow,” Evan murmurs.
Tommy’s eyebrows raise as he tries to recall.
“God I don’t know,” he murmurs whimsically. His brow furrows as he digs into the recesses of his mind. “Honestly, I might’ve still been a kid.”
“Hmm?” Evan asks, stepping closer. He tilts his head down and kisses along Tommy’s collarbone lightly. “Tell me.”
“When I moved in with my aunt and uncle at fifteen,” Tommy answers. “They were definitely more family-oriented, as you’ve seen.”
Evan nods, still leaving light kisses along Tommy’s shoulder as he moves toward the pilot’s neck. “Mmhm.”
“Anyway, my aunt and uncle had this belief that because of my childhood, I hadn’t really had some of the quintessential milestones, so they rented a cabin in the mountains; a lot like this one, actually. Took my cousins and me out of school for two weeks in February and spent the entire time just doing all the things you do in the middle of a blizzard. Puzzles, reading, snowball fights…”
“I never did puzzles,” Evan muses against his neck. “Couldn’t be paid to read when I was a kid. Especially by the time I was in high school. But I had some epic snowball fights.”
“You would have,” Tommy replies with a chuckle. “I’ve watched you pack a mashed potato ball before.”
Evan lifts his head from Tommy’s neck, his gaze narrowed.
“Eddie had that ball coming for him.”
“Did I say he didn’t?” Tommy replies with a smirk on his lips. The Great Food Fight of 2024 is so rarely mentioned among their group, but pictures of it live on Evan’s mantle.
“Any snow angels,” Evan asks as he laces his fingers behind Tommy’s neck, staring at the pilot’s lips.
Tommy shrugs. “Not really. We did some snowmobiling, though. That was fun… at least until Valerie and I crashed into a tree.”
“You hit a tree?” Evan asks. “Like, in a forest?”
Tommy cringes. “No… like, sped right into the only tree around for several hundred yards.”
“How?” Now Evan just sounds fascinated, and Tommy can’t help himself.
“Well, Val was the only one who I could really be honest with about being gay, and she was the sister I never asked for, too,” Tommy explains, his cheeks flushing. Evan can’t help the grin that crosses his face as he pieces it all together.
“So she gave you crap.”
“She gave me crap,” Tommy confirms. “Specifically about this kid in my Home Ec class, and how she was positive he’d be willing to make me pancakes after a sleepover.”
“So were you trying to outrun her teasing, or-..”
“I got a little excited,” Tommy says, rolling his eyes at himself. “Hit the gas a little to hard. Fortunately, we had helmets, although they didn’t do much to keep from breaking my elbow or the fifteen stitches she had to get in her shin.”
“No wonder she doesn’t trust you to fly her anywhere,” Evan teases. Tommy scoffs.
“I’m far more capable of operating large machinery around pretty people now then I was at fifteen.”
The smirk on Evan’s face still doesn’t fade, but the pilot lets his cocky attitude slide as he reaches up and brushes his thumb over Evan’s bottom lip.
“So I guess we’ve both had some learning curves when it comes to cold weather, then,” the younger man comments after. “Maybe it’ll keep us from making stupid decisions in the future.”
Tommy snorts. “Haven’t you heard horrors about people from the midwest? I remember Bobby saying once that every year it was like people forgot that they lived through winter the year before.”
Evan’s eyes soften at the mention of the former captain, but he doesn’t get sad. No, instead, here’s a fondness at the fact that Tommy has stories of his own; ones that he happily and freely shares. It’s a comfort to both of them, and something that keeps the late captain’s memory alive.
“Yeah, he might’ve said that once or twice, now that you mention it. Anyway, I was really just meaning to say that you should stay away from snowmobiles.”
Tommy scoffs at him. “Sure. And maybe don’t go messing around any livestock while you’re at it. Wouldn’t want you to come home smelling like literal shit.”
“Tommy!”
The pilot shrugs, moving backwards away from Evan. The younger one’s arms drop to his side as he scowls at the other man, but Tommy just turns back toward the bed.
“I think it’s time for bed again. It’s still the middle of the night.”
Evan growls softly, his eyes still narrowed at the other man. Tommy gets all of two more steps near the bed before he’s plowed down onto it. When he rolls over onto his back, Evan comes down over him, pinning his wrists over head head.
“Really hedging your own bets here tonight,” Tommy teases cockily.
“I’d like to see you try and get yourself out of this one,” Evan counters. Tommy tilts his hips and grinds up against Evan, drawing a moan from the younger man. Still, he won’t be deterred. He squeezes his boyfriend’s wrists just a little tighter into the mattress to assert dominance, though it’s nowhere near painful for Tommy. Still, the older man presses his luck, pressing his weight back against Evan’s hands, only for Evan to lean down harder on him.
“Oh no, please, sir,” Tommy comments sarcastically. “Don’t punish me.”
Evan leans down until they’re nose-to-nose, eyes near-slits of mock-judgement and condemnation.
“By the time I’m done with you, you’ll be wishing punishment is what I’d had in mind,” he whispers. It makes Tommy shiver with want, not that he’ll ever admit it. When Evan leans back up, he tilts his head to the side, gazing down at the pilot with contemplation.
“In that case, better really make it worth my while,” Tommy answers. Evan waggles an eyebrow at him before grinding his hips down against Tommy’s, to which the pilot very determinedly fights off any outward reaction.
Still, an hour later, when they’re both sucking down air in gasps, laughing half-hysterically, and wiping sweat from each other’s faces as a fresh fire flickers from the fireplace across the room, four words slip from Tommy’s lips as Evan sticks to him like a starfish.
“Good trip?” Evan murmurs, nuzzling across the pilot’s pec until he finds the right spot to lean against.
Tommy hums, sliding his fingers back and forth gently across Evan’s scalp. “Merry Christmas to me.”
