Bishop leaned back on the couch and munched on a cookie. Jason had made a bunch of homemade ones for them this year and it resulted in him munching far more than he should, but also feeling very pampered. He particularly liked the ones with the maple syrup in them.
He reached for another, watching as Knight, Rook and Jason decorated the tree. Rook and Knight were arguing, good-naturedly admittedly, about what should go where and whether or not they were having a theme, while Jason just quietly placed the ornaments. He was doing a good job of it, too.
Knight eventually gave up and settled in his lap, pushing in and demanding snuggles. He popped a bite of cookie into Knight’s mouth, then pressed their lips together. Bishop took a kiss and some of the cookie.
Knight’s soft laughter pressed into his lips, vibrating him.
He rubbed their noses together. “All those strands of Christmas lights gives me ideas. Tied up, lit up Knight…”
“The whole electricity thing is probably dangerous, huh?”
“As long as we don’t get anything wet, it would probably be okay. Gives whole new meaning to you’ll be punished if you come before you’re given permission, doesn’t it?” Bishop was having a very hard time keeping a straight face.
“Don’t make me beat you, Bish.”
“That wouldn’t be any fun - we both know that you’d rather I beat you.” Grinning now, Bishop slid his hand beneath Knight’s shirt to get to skin.
“You wish.” Knight chuckled and arched into his hands.
“Oh, I know. I know exactly what you need, what you want.” He knew his boy, inside and out. He knew them all, better than the backs of his own hands.
Hell, he had all the Christmas he needed, right here.
I recently wrote a pre-quel for the Chess series, telling the story of how Bishop, Knight and Rook met. It's available at Pride Publishing and the distributors.
Before there were four, there were three. Learn how Rook, Knight and Bishop came together.
Dive into this story of how Rook, Knight and Bishop met to become the threesome who invited Jason to join them in the Chess series.
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