Part II - The Date #5
Billy was feeling slightly hysterical. Tulip laughed at his expression and opened the door, stepping inside while he wondered how he could have missed the fact that everyone on the mountain was apparently kinky.
Giving himself a shake, his body still sore, Billy followed Tulip into the magic tool workshop. This was where they made the shaping rods, the snow globes, the magic mops and all the other magical tools that were used in the castle.
There were four workers in the workshop, and not a single one of them lifted their heads when Tulip and Billy entered.
“Hello!” Tulip said, her voice bright. The magic tool workshop personnel were notoriously grumpy, and Billy hoped that they weren’t catching them on a bad day. “We need two more shaping sticks. Magical overload, you know how it’s been today.”
The elderly elf sitting at the desk closest to them turned his head, but his expression was anything but welcoming.
“You again,” he growled, his eyes bright with menace. Billy took a step back, wondering what Tulip had done to offend the magical tools workshop staff.
“Don’t worry, I’m sure we can find what we’re looking for ourselves,” Tulip said, sounding blithely unconcerned. “We’ll just rummage through everything in here until we come across a nice, shapely pair of rods that—"
“No!” the old elf snapped. He sprang out of his seat and pushed Tulip away from the closet she had opened, slamming it shut with a wide-eyed look on his face. There was a vein on his forehead that Billy was pretty sure hadn’t been there a second ago.
“Oh, is this the wrong closet?” Tulip asked, powerwalking across the room. “Is it in here?” she asked, opening up another closet and taking out what looked like a half finished channeling rod.
“No! Stop touching things!” the old elf yelled. The three other workers were watching them, but they didn’t seem concerned. Billy almost thought they seemed amused.
“Oh, I’m sorry. Would you like to find the shaping rods for us yourself?
” Tulip asked, giving him her best innocent, bright-eyed stare.
The old elf narrowed his eyes, clearly furious, but then he nodded and stomped to the back of the room.
When he came back, he was holding a pair of shaping rods in his hands and scowling like they’d just caught him murdering a kitten.
“Take them and get out,” he snapped, thrusting the rods into Tulip’s arms. She caught them somewhat clumsily, grinning like a lunatic as she walked out the door with her head held high.
“Now that was a man with murder face,” Billy said when they were back in the hallway, accepting the shaping rods from Tulip. She nodded.
“I love it. I volunteered to go get new sticks for everyone this morning. I thought Grumpus in there was trying to melt me with nothing but the force of his stare the third time I came by.”
Billy shook his head. “So you decided a fourth visit was in order?”
Tulip nodded vigorously. “Oh, yes. He now thinks that I’ve broken nine pairs of rods in one day. It’s hilarious. But enough about me—tell me what happened when Santa showed you his Krampus room.”
Billy took a deep breath. “It’s not a Krampus room. It’s a playroom. And nothing weird happened. We had sex, we went to sleep, and then we had sex again in the morning. Why are you so interested in this?”
Tulip just shook her head. “Billy, you had sex with our new Santa. Do you know when the last time was that an elf had sexual relations with a Santa? Never, that’s when.
No elf has ever had sex with Santa. And this one is an alpha—and he has a Krampus room.
How could I not be fascinated? Now what do you mean nothing weird happened.
How could nothing weird have happened if you had sex in his Krampus room? ”
Billy took another deep, calming breath. “Fine. He likes to be bossy, okay? But that’s all I’m telling you.”
He was caught off guard by the hand that shot across his chest, stopping him in his tracks. He turned and looked at Tulip, who had her head bowed and appeared to be breathing deeply, waiting for whatever she was going to do to be over with.
“He. Likes. To. Be. Bossy?” she said, each word punctuated by an explosive release of breath.
She looked up and grabbed the collar of his shirt.
“Billy. I have severely underestimated you. I thought you were so sweet and so nice, and then you go and do something like this. You cannot leave me hanging like that. What do you mean bossy? Explain! You have to explain what that means or I am going to die! Do you understand? That is an unacceptable tidbit to leave hanging.”
Billy pulled away from her grasping fingers and laughed. “You’ll be fine,” he said, walking quickly. Tulip ran and fell into step next to him, glaring at him for all of ten seconds before she started to laugh.
“Fine. Keep your secrets. Are you going to see him again?”
Billy grinned, his chest tingling with warm pleasure at the thought of his date later that day. “Yes, tonight. We’re going on a date.”
Tulip lifted her brow. “A date, huh? So you actually like him?”
Billy shrugged. “I don’t know him yet. He seems pretty nice, in an intense way. I guess I’ll find out.”
They were back at the workshop, standing just inside the door and waiting before heading off to work at their respective stations.
“Well, good luck,” Tulip said, sounding sincere. Billy nodded and smiled gratefully.
“Thanks. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
Billy made his way back to his station and held out his new shaping rods. This time he pulled the magic in carefully, as slowly as he could, marveling at how much magic he was dealing with.
Wondering if all alphas were this powerful, Billy set to work spinning seven-speed bikes out of thin air.
Nick was out by the reindeer stables when he saw Billy trudging toward him through the snow. Since there was at least an hour left until dinner, he was surprised to see the young elf out of the workshop.
Putting down the big sack of reindeer treats he was carrying, Nick watched the elf approach. Billy wasn’t wearing snowshoes, and since he wasn’t walking on the path, his legs sank deep into the powdery snow with each step.
“Hey!” Nick called out when Billy was close enough to hear, lifting his arm and waving at him. The sleeve of his suit pulled down at the wrist, and Nick yanked his hand back down.
It was freezing. Nick made a mental note to extend the enchantments keeping his face warm to cover his entire body. The suit kept him perfectly toasty, no matter how thin it was, but if Nick ever wanted to get naked in the snow, which he very well might, he didn’t want to be unprepared.
Billy, in his short-sleeved green shirt, tight pants and pointy shoes, looked utterly unconcerned with the temperature. Elves were lucky that way. They were fine with anything from fifty below to pretty much boiling.
Nick frowned when he realized that Billy’s tolerance of pretty much any temperature would take all the fun out wax play.
“Hello!” Billy said, sounding a little out of breath as he crossed the final distance between them. He was grinning wide, his cheeks rosy and red, and Nick’s cock pulsed at the sight of him.
“Are you finished already?” he asked. Billy nodded, looking excited.
“I am. With this much magic in the castle, the work went much quicker. All my bikes have been wrapped and prepared for shipping, so I’m free until tomorrow.”
“There’s more magic in the castle than usual?” Nick asked. Billy nodded vigorously.
“Oh, yeah. So much more! I blew up my shaping rods before Tulip could warn me to be careful. It was awesome.”
Nick blinked, pleased by Billy’s enthusiasm and worried by the idea that he’d done something that might have hurt any of the elves.
“Was it too much?” he asked. “I could have pulled a lot more magic into the castle, but I didn’t want to overdo it. I thought I’d shown pretty good restraint.”
Billy stared at him, eyes wide. “You mean you could have channeled more magic into the castle? That’s incredible! You probably shouldn’t, though. None of our tools are really equipped to handle that much magic.”
Nick smiled and made a mental note to keep in mind the fact that the elves worked with tools that were calibrated to work within a specific range of magical reserves.
Was that what Pat had been talking about that morning when he mentioned the process? Was there a way to measure just how much magic was needed?
Nick decided he would have to swallow his pride and ask. If it turned out there was, he’d owe the little elf an apology.
But he could think about work in the morning.
Reaching out, Nick grabbed Billy by his shirt and pulled him in for a kiss.
Once again he had to almost crouch down to make it work.
The position was awkward, so Nick decided to change it.
He reached under Billy’s arms and hoisted him into the air, making him call out in surprise, and pinned him against the stable wall.
“This is fun,” Billy said, his pupils blown wide open by the sudden manhandling. Nick grinned and captured his mouth in a kiss, showing him just how much he agreed. When he pulled away, Billy’s lips were puffy and wet, and his eyes were glazed over with pleasure.
It was a beautiful sight.
“Are you ready for our date?” Nick asked, his voice low and hot. Billy shuddered and nodded his head.
“Good,” Nick said, lowering Billy back down to the ground and making sure he was steady before letting go. Billy looked up at him, dazed and smiling, and couldn’t help but wrap his arm over the boy’s shoulder and pull him into his side.
Leaning against him, Nick jumped when he felt Billy’s hand land on his ass, cupping his muscular cheek about as shamelessly as you could get.
“Having fun?” he asked, looking down. Billy stared up at him, confused, and then he seemed to realize what he was doing. He blushed crimson and snatched his hand away, only for Nick to laugh.