Part II - The Date #4
“Lick,” Nick commanded, holding his hand up in front of Billy’s mouth. Staring at the leather-gloved palm, covered with his own seed, Billy hesitantly stuck out his tongue and leaned in.
He tasted himself, salty and bland over the tang of leather. Unsatisfied with the tentative lick, Nick shoved three fingers into his mouth and wiped them off on his tongue. When he pulled them out, he rubbed his palm all over Billy’s face, coating it in whatever remained of his load.
Billy shuddered in delicious humiliation.
Sticky and cold, Billy closed his eyes and let Nick do as he pleased. When it was over he lay back against Nick’s chest and closed his eyes, breathing hard. The alpha’s chest was warm and solid, and the arms that wrapped around him were thick with muscle.
Just waiting for his heart to stop racing, Billy wondered what the hell he’d gotten himself into.
Whatever it was, he couldn’t wait for more.
Nick was disappointed when Billy said he had to get to work, but he didn’t grumble. He knew that he needed to tamp down his instinctive urge to occupy all of Billy’s time - to take over his life so that it revolved around pleasing Nick—but it wasn’t easy.
Billy was just so perfect. Inexperienced and wide-eyed, yet at the same time perfectly willing for Nick to lead him into debauchery. Just thinking about all the fun he was going to have with the young elf made Nick’s cock throb and his belly warm with hot anticipation.
“So I guess I’ll see you around?” Billy asked. They were standing at the door, Billy’s hair still wet from the shower, and it was obvious that Billy was feeling unsure of himself and what was going on between them.
“I should hope so,” Nick said, leaning against the doorway, crossing his ankles and hooking his thumbs in his belt as he gave the young elf his best cocky grin. “Unless you don’t want this to continue?”
Billy blushed and looked down, a small smile on his face. When he looked up there was relief in his expression.
“No, I’d like for this to… continue,” he said, his blush deepening. Nick licked his lips and grinned wider, loving the way he affected the young elf.
“I’m glad to hear it,” he said, the warmth in his voice effortless. “And now that that’s settled, I’d like to ask you on a date. Are you free tonight?”
Billy took a deep breath and nodded, but he looked a little apprehensive. Nick almost frowned, but then he realized what might be going through Billy’s head.
“Great. Last night we skipped all the actual date parts of going on a date, and I was thinking that tonight we could remedy that.”
Billy put his hands in his pockets and nodded, his smile wide enough to make his cheeks dimple.
Nick wanted to push him to the floor and lick into those dimples while dry humping him, but he got the feeling that Billy might not take kindly to being tackled in the hallway.
He was coming along nicely—letting Nick fuck his face and eating him out like a pro—but public humiliation would probably not be welcomed quite yet.
“That sounds good,” Billy said. He was shuffling his feet, looking from Nick and down the corridor and back, as though he didn’t want to leave but really should.
“So how late for work are you?” Nick asked, laughing when Billy winced. “Should I write you a note or something?”
Billy snorted. “I’m just a few hours late.
I’m actually helping out down in the workshop instead of working in the experimentation room—you know, since my machine didn’t work like I wanted it to—but I’m not part of the core team.
The workload is easier when I help out, but they’d be fine without me. ”
“So really you could spend the whole day here having fun in my playroom?” Nick asked darkly. He was mostly teasing. Billy shook his head with regret.
“No. I said that I would finish up all the seven-speed bikes by tonight, so now they’re counting on me for that. I’m sorry.”
Nick shook his head and straightened. “I was just joking. Your work is important—I know that. I’ll see you tonight after you finish, okay? Just use one of those little snow-globe things to find me. Do you have one of those?”
Billy nodded. “I do.”
“That’s settled then. I’ll see you tonight.
” Nick pushed away from the doorway and stood up straight.
He reached down and cupped the back of Billy’s neck, holding him still as he leaned down for a kiss.
It was awkward with the height difference, but Nick made it work.
He plundered Billy’s mouth with his tongue, licking across the elf’s lips and into his mouth, and when he pulled back Billy was left standing on his toes, panting and looking dazed.
Nick walked back into his quarters and closed the door behind him, leaving Billy in the hall. He couldn’t help the smile on his face or the pleasure he felt at knowing that while Billy might be walking away from him to do other things, he was leaving wanting more.
Billy snuck into the workshop through the side door, sneaking glances to see if anyone had noticed how late he was, making his way to the station he’d claimed as his and picking up his shaping rods.
“Billy! Wait!” Tulip called out, sounding panicked, coming up behind him and almost tackling him. Billy jumped, startled, and dropped both rods to the floor. They bounced and clattered, and every head in a three-table radius turned to see what the fuss was about.
“What?” Billy asked, turning around to find Tulip staring at him with a worried expression.
“Are you okay?” she asked, gnawing at her lip. She looked more serious than usual.
“Yeah, I’m fine,” he said, wondering if she could tell what he had been up to the night before—and that morning. “Why?”
Tulip breathed a sigh of relief. “It’s just that Pat said that the new Santa went to talk to you. When you didn’t come in on time this morning, I was worried that he’d done something to you.”
“Like what?” Billy asked before he could stop himself. Tulip looked at him with a strange expression, and Billy couldn’t help the blush that crawled up his throat and spread over his cheeks.
Tulip gasped. The sound was filled with so much glee that Billy was honestly worried for her.
“Oh. My. Grinch. What happened?” Tulip grabbed his arms and stared into his eyes with an intent expression that could rival any alpha’s. “Tell me everything!”
Billy pulled away. He bent down and picked up his rods, trying to hide his horrible blush, turning his back on Tulip. He lifted the shaping rods to resume work on his seven-speed bikes, getting ready to pull the magic out of the castle and into the rods to make the bikes.
“No! Billy, wait!” Tulip called out, but it was too late. Billy had pulled the magic into the rods, but rather than the weak current he was used to, magic rushed into the rods with enough force to blast him off his feet and hurl him five feet into the air.
Falling to the floor, ears ringing, Billy landed hard on his back. He stared up at the ceiling, Tulip’s head popping into view.
“That’s what I came over to tell you!” she said, sounding very sorry. “The new Santa channeled enough magic into the castle to last us the rest of the year. I’ve never seen anything like it! You need to be very careful when you pull it into the rods.”
Billy blinked, wishing he’d had that information a minute earlier.
He let Tulip help him to his feet, shifting his body to make sure he was okay.
His back hurt, and he’d have one hell of a bruise on his butt, but he was basically fine.
Elves were hardy creatures, and it would take a lot more than a bang and a fall to injure Billy.
Looking down at his ruined rods, Billy sighed. Pat wasn’t going to be happy with him about this.
On the plus side, he wasn’t blushing any more.
Oh wait. Yes he was. Tulip was giving him the same expectant stare, and his cheeks flamed.
When she saw his expression, she cackled, the sound loud and sharp like she was some kind of evil witch. Which he suspected she was.
“Tell me all about it while we get you some new sticks,” Tulip said, taking his arm and leading him away. Billy sighed, knowing that he might as well admit defeat, and started telling her what had happened.
“Wait,” Tulip said when he came to the part about the playroom. She looked thrilled. “He put a Krampus room in Santa’s castle? That’s… brilliant. Did he put you in a sack and beat you with his stick until you’d learned your lesson?”
Billy huffed, walking faster and forcing Tulip to jog to keep up with him. “No, he didn’t,” he said, secretly wondering if that was something that Nick would be into. “And you know very well that Krampus hasn’t been allowed to punish children for over a thousand years.”
Tulip laughed, and Billy shot her a confused stare. She hugged his arm closer and cackled again.
“Billy, Krampus might not punish children, but elves are fair game. What do you think it means when people say that you have to have ‘special urges’ to want to live on the mountain?”
Wait, what?
“What do you mean?” Billy asked. Tulip shook her head and looked like she wanted to laugh, but was trying to be nice.
“They like to be punished. You know, how we like to get together and sing songs and dance? They do that to, only with whips and chains and a scary alpha dressed in head to toe leather. This can’t be news to you, can it?”
Billy was reeling. He knew that the elves on the mountain were weird, to put it frankly, but that that weirdness was of a sexual nature was new to him.
“Billy! How could you not know this?” Tulip asked. They had reached the magic tool workshop, and Tulip stopped with her hand on the door. She was obviously waiting to go inside until Billy answered the question.
“I don’t know!” he said defensively. “I’ve never been curious about what they do up there. It’s cold and dark and sad—and they spend all day mining for coal. Why would I think that there was something else going on?”