“It's our first Christmas together, and even though I know he is being all ‘tough football player man’, I know he’s bummed he’ll be out of town.”
I nodded as I ran my fingers through her hair. We had a fire in the fireplace as we waited for Cam to come in from his game. It was an out-of-town game, two weeks before Christmas, so it was going to be late. But that was what Ali and I did, we waited for Cam.
We must have fallen asleep because before I knew it, Cam was reaching down and picking Ali up into his arms while kicking my leg. “Let's go to bed.”
I mumbled and looked for the clock, wondering how long I had been out. The fire had burnt down, and the only light was the lamp next to the couch. Cam was walking toward the stairs with Ali cradled against him. He kissed her head and whispered something to her before stopping five steps up and looking over the railing down where I sat.
“Bed. Now,” he demanded.
I shook the remaining cobwebs from my tired brain and turned the lamp off before climbing up the stairs behind them. Cam laid Ali down in the center of our bed and I immediately pulled myself into the covers behind her.
Cam looked down at us as he started to undress. It wasn’t sexual, but it was intense. Cam had no intention of fooling around with a sleeping Ali, but he was anxious for us all to be in bed together. His eyes locked with mine after he pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it to the ground.
He didn’t have to say anything, but I knew something had happened. He climbed into bed in front of Ali and kissed her forehead again. Ali had been going a million miles per hour, trying to make sure Christmas was perfect, so she was exhausted. She didn't even budge when I lifted my head up and rested my chin into my hand.
“You okay?”
“No,” Cam admitted freely. “Every time we lose, people ask if I’m distracted by my personal life. I’m assuming you and Ali didn’t watch the post-game interviews.”
“No, we turned it off.” I winced.
“Good,” he sighed. “She doesn’t need to hear all that bullshit.”
Taking my hand from my chin, I reached over the top of where Ali’s head rested on the pillow and squeezed Cam’s shoulder. His eyes were closed, and he was taking deep breaths, trying to cool his anger. I laid my head onto my bicep and closed my eyes as well, keeping my hand on Cam and hoping he could get some rest. He was safe now–home with us–and he would feel better once he had some sleep.
* * *
I woke up to moaning and grunting. Before I even opened my eyes, I knew Cam and Ali were making up for lost time next to me.
Reaching out, I cupped Ali’s breast to let her know I was awake, but kept my eyes closed and listened to them as I attempted to drift back to sleep. Her hand came up to squeeze mine and held onto me as Cam thrust himself in and out of her body. It was still dark outside, so I knew it was early—too early to be awake.
I also knew once Ali stirred enough to realize Cam was home, she probably pulled him on top of her and begged for his dick. She hated when he was away for games, and my stomach twisted, thinking of how much more often I would be away when baseball season started.
We had to make the most of the times we had together.
As if sensing my thoughts, her hand left mine and came to my chest. Her nails scraped down my pecs and caused me to groan. I kept one hand on her tit and took my free hand down into my shorts to grasp my cock. I stroked myself a few times before I allowed myself to fully give in and lower my shorts.
Ali’s nails sunk deeper, leaving marks across the tattoos on my chest. I knew she wanted me to turn over and kiss her, maybe even allow her to stroke my cock for me. But there was a part of me that enjoyed getting myself off to them fucking next to me.
I didn’t waste time or let the feelings linger. Cum poured from my dick, coating my chest as well as Ali’s hand.
“He couldn’t resist,” I heard Cam grunt into Ali’s ear. “He loves seeing you like this.”
I grabbed Ali’s hand, that still rested on my chest, and squeezed her fingers as Cam pushed her over the edge. She screamed his name and he came right behind her, while I slid out of the bed and snuck to the bathroom.
As I washed my hands, I could hear them settling into the afterglow. Whispered words, small moans, and Ali’s satisfied giggle made me smile as I looked at my reflection. I looked happy, content, and nothing like the man I was at Christmas the year before.
I skipped out on festivities last year, not even making it to my parents’ house for Christmas dinner. Nor did I visit with Cam’s family, even though I had been invited. Cam had a game out of town, much like this year, and I was too busy chasing random pussy in a warm climate to care about celebrating the holidays.
Now I was helping the girl of my dreams create the perfect Christmas for my best friend–and me. And to top it off, I was excited about the whole thing.
After getting a warm rag ready, I walked into the bedroom again and tossed it to Cam, who I knew made a mess of our fucking sheets. He caught it in the air while Ali nuzzled her nose on his cheek.
“Where you going?” Cam barked at me as I opened the bedroom door.
“Water,” I yelled back without looking at him.
“Bring me some.”