Part II - The Date #6
“No, keep it there,” he said, reaching up and tugging on Billy’s hair when he didn’t obey. “That was an order, boy,” he growled, low and hot, making Billy’s breath hitch. The hand found its way back to his ass, sliding over his cheek and making Nick’s cock throb.
“I like it when you touch me,” Nick said, leading them down the path toward the castle. “Feel free to do it any time.”
Billy didn’t say anything, but Nick didn’t need him to. He’d made his point.
Now he just needed to figure out how he was going to get through the date without bending Billy over the table and fucking him senseless.
He wanted to get to know Billy. Having sex was a huge part of that, sure, but not everything.
In the end Nick decided not to worry. Sure, he wanted to get to know Billy to see if they were compatible, but it wasn’t like that wouldn’t happen if they slept together again on the second date.
He was worrying for nothing.
Billy wasn’t sure what he expected to happen when he stepped back into Nick’s quarters, tucked under the alpha’s arm and breathing in the scent of his body, but it wasn’t this.
Nick had made an effort. The dining room next to the living room had been lit up by dozens of candles, casting an amber glow on the room, and the mahogany table was set for two.
The silverware sparkled, and the tablecloth looked so white that Billy worried a simple brush of his fingers would stain it.
It looked fancy.
The food, while smelling delicious, was not porridge.
Billy decided that he would under no circumstance betray even a hint of his disappointment.
Nick had no way of knowing that Billy lived and breathed for porridge—preferably with a delicious lump of butter in the middle and plenty of sugar and cinnamon on top if he was feeling festive.
“I hope you like roast beef,” Nick said, leading him to the table and pulling out his chair for him.
Billy had never had roast beef, so he wasn’t sure. When he said as much, Nick just stared at him.
“You’ve never had roast beef? Then what do you eat?” He sounded scandalized.
“Porridge, mostly. Sometimes bread with strawberry jam. This smells really good, though.”
Billy wasn’t lying. The roast smelled delicious, and the glazed vegetables arranged around the juicy piece of meat looked incredibly appetizing.
“You’re in for a treat, then,” Nick said. He sat down and grabbed a huge knife off the table, spearing the roast with a long two pronged fork and cutting into the meat. The roast was brown around the edges and pink in the middle, with a center that looked like it hadn’t been cooked at all.
Nick didn’t look like he found the uncooked middle of the roast to be of concern, so Billy guessed it was normal.
“So you work in the experimentation room?” Nick said, cutting a piece of meat off the roast and putting it on Billy’s plate. He then scooped a hearty helping of vegetables onto Billy’s plate before serving himself.
“I do. I’m trying to build a machine that can build toys on its own, without an elf having to use a shaping rod for each toy. I think I’m really close to making it work—I just need to figure out how to keep the magic from making it explode.”
Nick smiled. “So that’s what happened yesterday? You tried to turn it on?”
Billy nodded, the very recent defeat still stinging his ego. “It worked for a little while, but then the magic went crazy and it blew up. Next year will be better.”
“I’m sure it will,” Nick said. He took a bite of his steak, chewing and closing his eyes as he savored the meat, and Billy was reminded that he needed to start eating.
It was just hard to muster the same enthusiasm he would have had if Nick had served him porridge.
He cut a piece of meat onto his fork and brought it to his lips, putting it into his mouth and chewing slowly.
The flavor was intense, with hints of salt and herbs, the tender meat nearly melting on his tongue.
He liked it. Nick was watching him carefully, waiting for a reaction, and when Billy smiled he broke out into a grin.
“Good, right?” he said, winking. Billy blushed and nodded. It was good, if not quite as good as porridge.
“So what about you?” Billy asked. “Why did you want to be Santa?”
Most alphas, betas and omegas lived among the humans, never tapping into their magic potential. It was always interesting to hear why someone would go against the grain and join in with the magical world.
Nick grinned. “I actually didn’t apply for the job. I wanted to be Krampus, but the council sent me here. I have no idea why.”
Billy stopped chewing, shocked that the Krampus rumor was actually true.
“Krampus?” he asked, his voice cracking. Nick grinned, sinking back into his chair, looking at Billy with a mischievous expression.
“Krampus,” he repeated. “Getting to dress up in that hot leather uniform, disciplining naughty elves, ruining Christmas for countless ungrateful little brats … Can’t you see it?”
Billy shrugged, uncomfortable. Krampus was a villain. He wasn’t someone to be admired or aspired to.
“No?” Nick asked, stroking his chin. Billy remembered what that glove felt like on his face, and he shuddered.
“No,” he said, pulling himself together. “I get the… leather thing, and disciplining naughty elves—since they apparently they like that kind of thing—but I don’t get why you’d want to ruin Christmas for anyone, even naughty children.”
Nick just shrugged. “I don’t really care about that part. Naughty children get coal—that’s just the way it is—I wouldn’t mind being the one digging it up and giving it to them.”
“But would you like it?” Billy asked. This was something he needed to know before anything more could happen with Nick, despite how hot he was or how much fun it was to be manhandled by him.
“What do you mean?”
“Would it make you feel good?” he asked. “Knowing that children were sad and feeling bad about themselves? Would watching them open their presents and seeing the look on their faces when they see that it’s coal make you happy?”
Nick frowned. “No. It wouldn’t make me happy. It’s not like I get off on the idea of upsetting children.”
Billy tilted his head. “So you only wanted to be Krampus because you liked the outfit and you wanted to discipline kinky elves?”
Nick had a startled look on his face, and then he blushed and looked away. “I guess I did,” he said, smiling and shaking his head. “No wonder the council didn’t give me the job.”
Billy felt relieved. Nick wasn’t a bad person, just maybe not a very bright one. That was a flaw Billy could forgive.
The rest of the evening was shockingly pleasant. They talked about Billy’s machine, which mostly consisted of Billy venting about how it just wouldn’t work, and about Nick’s new duties as Santa.
From the sound of it, the only part of the handbook Nick had read thoroughly was the one about the uniform.
“No, you have to help to deliver the presents, just not all of them,” Billy said loudly, leaning over the table and waving his fork, unable to help from laughing at the idea that Nick thought he’d get Christmas off.
“It’s tradition. The delivery team will pick up the slack, but it’s mainly your responsibility.
You should start practicing steering the sleigh and dealing with the reindeer.
They were nice to the old Santa, but they tend to hate everyone else. ”
Nick had a slightly panicked look on his face, and Billy laughed harder.
How in the world could Nick have thought that Santa stayed on the North Pole for Christmas?
Billy knew that he could never tell Tulip this. She’d die from laughing so hard, and then her ghost would make sure that everyone in the world knew that Nick had thought that Santa stayed at home for Christmas while the elves delivered the presents.
“It’s not that funny,” Nick said, huffing while fighting to keep himself from grinning.
“It really is,” Billy countered. “You need to read the handbook. If Pat finds out that you haven’t … I don’t even want to think about it.”
Nick nodded. “Fine, I’ll read the book. Happy?”
“Very,” Billy said, his cheeks hurting from smiling so hard.
“Good. Moving on, I was thinking we could have drinks in the living room. I got you another bottle of that awful wine you like, as long as you promise to at least try the brandy.”
Billy sat up straight at the idea of being served dandelion wine. It was just so delicious.
Nick rose from his seat first, walking around the table as Billy pushed himself to his feet. The meal sat heavy in Billy’s stomach, making him feel sleepy and full.
Once they were in the living room, Billy headed straight for the couch and dropped down with a sigh.
“Tired?” Nick asked, making his way to the bar where he poured two glasses of brandy and one glass of dandelion wine. He carried all three glasses over to the couch and sat down next to Billy, putting the dandelion wine on the table and handing Billy the brandy.
“Just a little,” Billy said, loving the way Nick’s bicep was pillowing his neck. The alpha took a sip of his drink and grinned, carding his fingers through Billy’s hair and massaging his scalp.
Shuddering at Nick’s expert touch, Billy stared down at his brandy with some trepidation. He took a cautious sip and made a face at the overwhelming taste of alcohol.
He didn’t like it.
Thinking that he maybe wasn’t giving the drink a fair try, he tipped the glass and downed all of it, choking and coughing as the amber liquid flowed down his throat.
“Whoa, there!” Nick said, taking the glass away from him and putting a hand on his shoulder. Billy felt the alcohol hit his system, making him feel weightless and loose. The spots where Nick was touching him made him feel like his skin was electric.
Why was Nick so hot?
“Your cock is pretty,” Billy said, eyes drawn to Nick’s crotch.
He could see the outline of the alpha’s huge member through his ridiculous suit, perfectly shaped and perfectly lickable, and before he knew that he was going to do it he was leaning down so that he could get his mouth on the beautiful mound of flesh.
“Thank you,” Nick said with a laugh, grabbing the back of his shirt and pulling him up before his face made contact. “I like your cock too.”
“You do?” Billy asked, looking up. He could already feel his body burning through the alcohol, but he still wasn’t sober enough to feel embarrassed—or to stop himself from reaching out and groping Nick’s bouncy pecs.
“You like those?” Nick asked, making the muscle dance under Billy’s fingers. Billy grinned when he realized that Nick wasn’t pushing him away. He nodded, groping and feeling Nick’s chest, squeezing down on his nipples with relish.
He still hadn’t moved his hands by the time he was sober, running his hands over Nick’s chest, up his shoulders and over his arms. When it hit him what he was doing, he blushed in embarrassment. He pulled away slowly.
“Strong stuff,” he said, nodding at Nick’s glass. The alpha had spent the whole time Billy was groping him just sitting there, enjoying it and drinking.
“But good, right?” Billy made a grimace and Nick laughed. “Fine. Stick to your flower wine.”
Billy grinned and did just that. He reached for the glass at the table, taking a sip and closing his eyes in pleasure while he swallowed.
They sat and drank in silence, and Billy could feel himself getting sleepier and sleepier with every second that he sat pressed up against Nick’s body.
“Did you like worshiping my muscles?” Nick asked after a while, putting his hand in Billy’s hair and rubbing his scalp. Billy flushed. He wouldn’t call it worshiping, exactly. He just liked feeling how big and strong Nick was.
“I like touching your muscles,” he admitted, putting his hand on Nick’s thigh and rubbing gently up and down. “They’re so… big.”
Nick licked his lips and smiled. “That’s because I’m an alpha,” he said. He leaned in and whispered in Billy’s ear, “Would you like it if I let you worship me with your tongue?”
Flushing, Billy nodded. He would very much like to lick his way up Nick’s body.
“I know you would.” Nick sounded smug.
Billy put his empty glass on the table and leaned back into the couch, putting his hands in his lap and trying to discreetly adjust his erection. He liked sitting next to Nick, feeling the heat of his body, the scent of alpha filling his nose, but he was also incredibly tired.
With his hands resting on his lap, pressing down pleasurably on his cock, Billy closed his eyes.
“Are you going to sleep?” Nick asked, jolting Billy’s eyes open. He flushed and nodded.
“You want to go to bed?” Nick asked, stroking his cheek. Billy moaned when Nick started rubbing at his lower lip with his thumb.
He nodded.
“Come here,” Nick said, standing up and bending down to pick Billy up in a bridal carry. Supported under his knees and upper back, Billy clung to Nick’s neck and put his head on the alpha’s shoulder. Billy felt hot low in his groin at the effortless way Nick carried him.
“Let’s put you to sleep,” Nick said, speaking into Billy’s hair. Billy could feel his smile. “You look like you’re barely keeping your eyes open.”
Billy wanted to argue, but he couldn’t. The heavy meal in his belly and the drinks after dinner were more than he was used to. Going to bed sounded wonderful, but judging by the bulge in Nick’s pants he didn’t think that sleep was quite what the alpha had in mind.
“Here we go,” Nick said, lowering Billy to the ground. Swaying, Billy reached out and palmed Nick’s crotch, feeling the length of his cock. It was thick and warm and Billy loved it.
“Not right now,” Nick said, pulling his hand away. He moved Billy back and cradled his face between his gloved hands, stroking Billy’s chin with his thumbs. Billy leaned into the touch, his whole body tingling in pleasure.
Then, much to Billy’s surprise, Nick actually put him to bed. Undressing him gently, Nick stroked his back and shoulders as he helped him out of his shirt, and then tucked him into bed, pulling the covers up to his neck and stroking a strong hand through his hair.
Loving the feel of Nick’s hand on him, Billy fell asleep the second his head hit the pillow.