Tyler looked from Zach to Ryan and scrunched up his nose in thought. He supposed they both were hot. The Hardaways were blessed with some great genes, really. Ryan was kind of ridiculously handsome, but Zach’s striking bone structure appealed to Tyler more.
“I think Zach is hotter than Ryan,” he said.
Ryan said, laughing, “Ouch.”
Tristan grinned at Tyler. “I like you. Can we keep him?”
Nick looked down at Tyler intently. “We will.”
Tyler licked his lips. Dammit, he really, really wanted a kiss. Could the rest of the Hardaways disappear for a minute so that Tyler could snog his own boyfriend?
“Tyler’s opinion doesn’t count,” James said with a laugh. “Zach looks pretty much like Nick with different hair color, so Tyler’s opinion isn’t exactly unbiased.”
“Hey, I’m extremely unbiased!” Tyler said.
“Don’t be a sore loser, Jimmy!” Tristan said, sticking his tongue out. “You lost. Suck it up.”
“Don’t call me Jimmy,” James grumbled, glaring at his half-brother.
“Don’t fight, children,” John said, rolling his eyes. “It’s Christmas.”
Tyler found himself grinning.
He was happy. He was really, really happy.
He looked back at Nick and found him looking at him already.
Nick brushed his thumb against Tyler’s smiling lips, his gaze weirdly dark and soft at the same time. “Merry Christmas, love.”
“Merry Christmas,” Tyler whispered, grinning helplessly.
And fuck it, he was getting that kiss even if the entire Hardaway clan watched them snog.
Tyler grabbed the front of Nick’s shirt and pulled him down. “C’mere. It’s been two whole hours since you kissed me.”
Nick was laughing as their lips smashed together.
The angle was awkward as hell, there were wolf whistles and laughter all around the room, but it was still the best kiss of Tyler’s life.
It tasted of happiness.