Ten minutes later, I’m standing at the top of the stairs, refusing to come down.
“Come on, Logan! Just come down and show us your pajamas. What’s the big deal?” Bev shouts up to me.
“I’m not coming down!” I yell back, stopping myself at the last minute from stomping my feet.
“GET DOWN HERE THIS MINUTE!” she screams.
With a defeated sigh, I slowly make my way down the stairs until I’m at the bottom, dragging my feet down the hall and into the living room. I stand in the archway with my arms crossed and a pissy look on my face while everyone stares at me in silence.
And then they burst into laughter. Laughing so hard they can’t even stay upright as the bend over, clutch their sides and cry from laughing so hard.
“Go ahead, get it out of your systems,” I tell them with a roll of my eyes.
“Leon, I thought you said he wears a small? That’s why I got him a small because I distinctly remember you telling me on the phone a month ago that he wore a man’s small,” Bev says through her tears of laughter.
“Oh, honey, there is nothing small about that man. He’s definitely an extra-large,” Aunt Bobbie replies with a wink at me.
I immediately drop my hands down to cover my junk. My junk that is so tightly wrapped in these ridiculously small pants that every outline of my cock and balls can be seen through the thin, cotton material. It doesn’t help that one big Santa face is strategically placed right over my nuts, smiling up at me with a creepy grin.
“Where’s the flood, boy?” Reggie asks with a laugh, looking down at where the pants end high above my ankles.
“Ha ha, yuck it up. Can I take these off now?” I beg.
“Tell the boy he can take them off, Bev,” Reggie tells her with another laugh.
And just like that, I feel like fucking Ralphie in his pink bunny costume. I am living a real life version of A Christmas Story and it is not pretty. Not pretty at all.
“Yes, please, take them off! Wooohooo!” Aunt Bobbie shouts, raising her martini glass in the air and swirling it around until some of the liquid rains down on her red wig.
I give Noel a pleading look to save me and she wipes the smile off of her face, jumping up from the couch and rushing over to my side in her own pair of Christmas pajamas. Except hers fit her perfectly and she looks cute and not like a grown man trying to fit into a pair of little boy pants.
“Alright, enough of the humiliation, we’re going to bed now,” she tells the room as they continue to stare at me in these horrific pajamas and don’t even bother hiding the smiles on their faces.
I refuse to remove my hands from covering my dick as Noel grabs my arm and tugs me out of the room.
“If you use the red nightie, make sure to hand wash it when you’re done! It can’t go in the washer, it’s delicate!” Bev shouts after us. “And Merry Christmas, you two!”
I grunt in response and Noel laughs, continuing to drag me up the stairs.
Chapter 13
Noel
“Are you sure this okay?” Sam asks quietly in the dark bedroom, the glow from the Christmas tree lights in the corner highlighting the concerned look on his face.
Those horribly small Christmas pajamas were shed from his body as soon as my bedroom door closed behind us and I forgot how to speak as I stood in the middle of my room and looked at him in all of his naked, muscled, hot glory wearing just a pair of black boxer briefs.
I clapped my hands to turn off the lights and he didn’t protest or try to turn them back on when I silently removed my own pajamas and tugged him down onto the bed with me.
As he holds his naked body above mine and looks down into my eyes, I feel the weight of the ring he slipped onto my finger earlier and I bite down on my bottom lip to hold back the tears. I didn’t even think about my reply when he asked me to marry him, it just came out as I stared into his face and wished more than anything that it was a real proposal and not just one to shut my mother up.
He’s hard and heavy between my thighs as he rubs his cock against me and I sigh with pleasure. I thought by doing everything but having sex with him would stop me from tipping over the edge and falling in love with him, but tonight, when he got down on one knee and I couldn’t think of anything else but marrying him and spending the rest of my life with him, I knew it was pointless. I wanted him. In my life, in my bed and inside of me, forever. Prolonging this pleasure for both of us wasn’t going to stop my heart from bursting every time he looked at me or touched me. If he has to leave tomorrow, go back to his life while I go back to mine, I want this moment to remember. I want to know what it feels like to love someone so much that you would do anything for them, even at the risk of your own broken heart.