Just A Bit Obsessed

Christian slowly dressed, his freshly washed hair still damp, his muscles aching comfortably from sex.

Alexander and Mira were no longer in the bedroom.

He glanced at the time on his phone.It's not too late; no wonder they don't sleep now.Now that term was over, Meera could stay up as late as she wanted, while Alexander's hours were as irregular as ever.

Christian pocketed his phone, put on his shoes, and left the bedroom.He could hear voices in the living room.

Christian stopped at the door.

Alexander and Mira are decorating the Christmas tree, or Mira is decorating, and Alexander is watching with a faint smile.They talked quietly; Mira laughed, rolling her eyes now and then.Alexander looked relaxed and comfortable in a soft gray sweatshirt and track pants.

"I'm sure I've seen it somewhere," Meera flipped through the box. "Found it!" She took a star out of the packing bag and held it up to examine it carefully.Under the light, it shone beautifully, refracting some broken golden light, sprinkled on the floor and her hands.Wonderful.

They look so well matched.Such a perfect couple.

"I'm going to put it on a tree!" Mira announced, jumping to her feet. "Lift me up?"

"You can use a stool," Alexander said dryly.

Mira pouted. "Alexander!"

Sighing, Alexander walked over and lifted her up so that she could place the star on top of the tree.

Meera positioned the stars, slid off Alexander, and wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him.

Christian watched them kiss, and a chill spread from the bottom of his heart, making his stomach churn and making him sick.

He cleared his throat and stepped into the room with a smile on his face. "Okay, I have to go." Although neither of them seemed to remember him still being here.

The couple stopped kissing and turned to look at him.

Mira smiled, resting her cheek on Alexander's chest and wrapping her arms around his waist.Her body language declares possession. "Are you going to be here for Christmas? I mean stay local," she added quickly, as if afraid Christian might mistake it for an invitation.

Christian's smile tightened a bit.He was neither stupid nor blind, and he noticed that Mira had begun to dislike him.But he wondered why she didn't say anything.

"Yeah, I don't have anywhere else to go. My parents are studying volcanoes in Iceland, so it's just me and grandma."

Mira nodded knowingly. "We haven't seen each other for a while, Merry Christmas to you in advance!"

Christian almost laughed out loud, as the words smacked him in the mouth. "Yeah," he said, pulling on his coat. "Merry Christmas to you in advance, too."

When he was almost at the door, Alexander said suddenly, "Don't go."

Christian stopped in his tracks. "Um?"

"You can't go outside just yet."

"Why not?"

Alexander pulled out of Mira's arms and walked towards him.

"Your hair is still wet," he said, running his hands through Christian's hair, brushing his fingers over Christian's ears. "It's cold outside."

Christian swallowed, looking straight into his dark blue eyes.Over Alexander's shoulder, he saw Mira frowning.

"I never have a cold," Chris said with a brisk laugh. "I really have to go. I have a date with Skyrim tonight to fuck the dragon's ass."

Alexander scoffed at this. "Skyrim is garbage," he said, walking to the cabinet and pulling out a towel. "The story is too weak, and there are no interesting options in the game. Try "Exotic Requiem", it is called a real RPG."

He returned to Christian and began to towel his hair, his face was cold, but his hands were quick.As if there's nothing weird about it.As if everything is taken for granted.

Christian stared at him.

All right.He knew that Alexander could be a very considerate boyfriend if he wanted to - Christian had seen him turn on "Perfect Boyfriend Mode" many times and it always made him very impatient - but this time...Christian had to Don't admit it... It feels so good to be cared about by him.better than really good.

"Come on, you're a dick," Christian forced himself to laugh, as if he wasn't acting weird. "I don't play Skyrim because of the plot. I just play it because it looks good, it's fun, and I want to go wherever I want! Plus, it has a lot of cool enhancements." He twitched his eyebrows. "For example, the 'Harmonious Pose Patch①', you can have sex with anyone!"

①AnimatedProstitution, a game patch of "Skyrim" created by players, has erotic elements.

Alexander snorted again. "I'm not surprised at all," he murmured, continuing to rub Christian's hair, massaging his scalp with firm fingers.

Christian tried to keep himself from leaning into the warm touch; he really tried. "I didn't know you played video games. You don't look like that."

"why?"

Christian shrugged. "I don't know either. You always look so...mature and serious."

"You don't have to be naive or emotional to play a good game." Alexander said in a steady voice, but his eyes were shining with a playful brilliance.

Christian snorted twice. "Yeah, just spit on me." He froze when he felt Alexander's fingers brush his temples.

"That's enough for now," said Alexander in a low voice.

"Well," Christian replied, feeling a little unsteady on the soles of his feet.His lips parted.The eyes of the two were glued together, and he licked his lips.

Alexander's fingers were still in his hair.

"Honey, can you come over and help me decorate this?"

Alexander didn't move, just kept looking at him.

"Alexander?"

Alexander's eyes flickered. "Okay," he said.

But the footsteps still did not leave Christian.

Christian looked at Mira behind him.She pursed her lips tightly.

When their eyes met, she glared at him.

"Okay," Christian said, turning to the door. "goodbye."

One of Alexander's hands grasped his arm.

Christian took a trembling breath, his heart pounding in his throat. "What's wrong?" He asked without turning his head.

Alexander's warm breath swept over his ears: "Merry Christmas."

Christian let out the breath and whispered, "Merry Christmas."

The hand stayed for a moment before letting go.Christian opened the door and left, as usual.

It was dark outside.

It was snowing; dreamy soft snowflakes swirled and fell on the ground.Red and green lights flickered in the doors and windows of shops along the street, and the whole street seemed to be covered with snow.It's beautiful, like a fairy tale.

Christian walked down the street with his hands in his pockets.The snow was trampled under his feet "cracking" and melted into his shoes.

He was chilled to the bone.

"Merry Christmas," he whispered, laughing sharply and vulnerablely.