4. Kris
Chapter four
Kris
December 21st
I still sit in the same spot Nick left me last night after dropping to his knees and giving me the head job of my dreams before walking out and leaving me in his dust.
I had spent the night questioning every look and conversation we had ever had, wondering where I had missed the fact that Nick was into guys. Well, maybe not guys, but more specifically, me.
Though I had never been na?ve to his wandering eyes, I never thought there had been genuine interest behind them, or could have anticipated the way he melted in my hands as I praised him.
Fuck, the memory of him whimpering as I took my foot away had my cock begging for round two. The feeling of exploding in his mouth and him eagerly licking it all down, even when he struggled to take it, had short-circuited something in me and now all of my thoughts centered on him.
I hadn’t even bothered cleaning up last night after he walked out without so much as a glance back in my direction. I just slumped to the floor, my legs finally giving out after the adrenaline had worn off, and stayed here.
Eventually I crashed out, my head leaning against the cool metal of the sleigh, dreaming of crystal blue eyes and soft little whimpers.
Dragging my knees up and rubbing my hands over my eyes, I push my hair off my face, sighing as I looked up at the ceiling. What the fuck had we done?
The familiar weight of my cigarettes in my top pocket grounded me. The familiar routine calming me, bang, flick, breathe, relax.
I sat with my forearms resting on my bent knees and took in my workshop, smoke invading my lungs, numbing my nerves, and contemplated my next move.
Did I want to do that again with Nick? Fuck yes.
Was I sure that Nick wanted the same? No, but I would not go down without a fight.
If he thought he could walk out of here like nothing happened and I wouldn’t make him see the error of his ways, he had another thing coming.
Stepbrother or not, I didn’t give a fuck.
If I had it my way, Nick would be riding my dick and screaming my name by Christmas Eve.
Now I had him. There was no way I was letting him go.
The garage door swinging open suddenly interrupts my thoughts. Arthur strolls in with two coffees in his hands, the scent of peppermint wafting toward me.
“Rough night?” he questions, giving me a once over before his eyes find the snowman I had dragged in for Pepper to grind on. The tinsel I bound her hands with lays limply on the floor.
Pepper was okay, though she was far too cheery for anything more than a quick fuck. I preferred her gagged to shut her the hell up for more than five minutes. The tinsel helped with her obsession of running her hands down my body. I know she thought she was seducing me, but it was really just kinda fucking weird.
Looking over at the mess she had left in her abrupt exit, I couldn’t help the smile that crossed my face at the memory of her face planting when Nick burst in.
“I’ll make sure it’s cleaned up.” Dragging my ass off the ground was harder than I first thought. My joints ache after a night on the cold concrete.
I didn’t bother to dust myself off as I walked over to the bench, taking another drag of my cigarette before downing the last mouthful of whiskey from the glass I poured before Pepper had arrived.
Arthur was shaking his head when I looked back at him, “Ah to be young,” he said with a smile, “If I did that now, I’d be up all night with reflux.”
He holds out a coffee to me, eyebrows raised to the now empty tumbler. I accept, mumbling a thanks as I take a deep pull from the foam cup, letting the warmth of the coffee and whiskey warm me from the inside.
We both leaned against the bench, looking back at the sleigh, my dick twitching at the pleasant thoughts it now associated with the red and gold monstrosity.
“You’re gonna have to save your cleanup till we get back.” Arthur disturbs my thoughts, pulling my concentration back to him.
“Where are we going?” I ask, taking another pull.
“The present wrapping machine has shit itself and Teddy is just about having a coronary, stressing that everything won’t get wrapped in time.” My lips jerk up in a sly grin at not only Theodore’s distress but that our destination is the factory.
Santa’s workshop had a much nicer ring to it.
The very same workshop that housed Nick’s office.
No time like the present to kick these plans into gear.
I move to grab my tool bag, taking tools off the wall that I thought we might need.
Arthur places his hand on my shoulder, halting my progress. Amusement stains his cheeks, his grin widening as he chuckles under his breath. “You, uh, might wanna go grab a quick shower. You smell like a Swedish Elf brothel.”
“Right.” I drop the tool bag and down the last of my coffee.
“Is that cum on your shoes?” I choke on my mouthful as he calmly swallows his. My eyes immediately drop to the foot Nick was grinding on, finding nothing there, but my reaction is enough to send Arthur into fits of laughter.
Tossing an oil covered rag off the bench at him, I growl, “Gimme five.”
I stalk toward the garage shower, stripping off my overalls and dumping them in the dirty wash basket next to the bathroom.
A wide grin spreads across my face as the water cascades over me and Operation: Fuck My Big Brother circles through my mind.
I barely hold back my eye roll as I walk into the factory behind Arthur. Pepper skipping up to greet us both, causes Arthur to give me a knowing wink before he walks towards the machine that needs the repair.
She runs her candy cane decorated nails down my arm, biting her lip. That apparently is my limit though, as I can’t hold back the shudder her touch elicits from me, acid burning my throat as my coffee threatens to come back up.
Pepper’s eyes narrow at my reaction, but it doesn’t deter her from continuing her conversation like I hadn’t just almost vomited from her touch.
“Crazy how your brother walked in on us last night, right?” She squeaks, the sound of her voice like nails on a chalkboard, while twisting her fairy floss colored hair around her finger in an attempt to look cute.
“Yeah, crazy.”
I wanted to tell her it was even crazier when he dropped to his knees and finished the job she started, only a million times better. I didn't think she would appreciate my commentary though.
Instead, I speed up and lengthen my strides, making her practically have to run to stay by my side. We weave between the hundreds of machines designed to build, process and wrap the toys according to their exact specifications in their Santa letters.
When I first arrived, this was all done by hand, production taking literally all year to process the sheer amount of toys needed for Christmas Day. Now these machines, overseen by the elves, do this in less than half the time. If children sent their letters in late and there was an urgent need for a toy, it worked exceptionally well.
Machines hum all around us, production well underway. The wrapping machine is one of the most important in the line during these final crunch days before Christmas.
Currently, elves grouped in stations at the start of the wrapping machine line were wrapping by hand till we got the machine fixed.
It always surprised me how quickly they could work. A production line of nimble fingers more than capable of any task required to ensure Christmas went ahead no matter what issue may arise.
Though I had plenty of experience with those nimble fingers, none of them held a candle to their boss.
Arthur had already begun work on the machine by the time we arrived. Pepper still hot on my heels, although now she was visibly out of breath, her chest heaving as her hands rested on her hips and she gulped down air.
“So I was thinking maybe tonight,” Gasp. Breath, “I could come by after …” A hopeful grin brightens her face, a flush that might be from the running or her desire, I couldn’t tell.
“No.” I bark a little too aggressively, cutting her off before she could finish her sentence. Her shoulders deflate and hurt flashes across her face at my refusal.
“I’m swamped with work and Klaus will have my ass if it’s not finished on time.” It was the wrong thing to say. Leaving the possibility of that door being open in the future perks her right back up.
“Oh yeah, of course.” She scuffs her foot on the factory floor, curling her hair again. This time I didn’t hold back my eye roll as I took out my tools, laying them on the ground next to Arthur.
“Nothing is more important than Christmas.” She said with so much fucking cheer, I have to hold in my grimace. My eyes deadpan and my lips press into a straight line, hoping to hell like I was showing her I was done with this conversation.
When I say nothing, she awkwardly glanced between Arthur and me, then around the room. “Right, so I’ll be off. See you around sometime.” I mumble a noncommittal hum as she leans up on her toes, lips puckered, waiting for me to lean down and give her a kiss.
The fuck I was. My eyes flick up to the row of glass windows on the second level, at the end of the factory, overlooking the entire work floor. Klaus stands at the window, taking in production from his ivory tower, and next to him is Nick.
With his arms crossed, and a scowl he can’t hide, he looks so much like his father when he’s mad. Clearly me talking with Pepper was making him so fucking pissed off.
Leaning down, my eyes never drifting from his, I avoid Pepper’s mouth instead whispering into her ear
“I have work to do Pepper. Kindly fuck off.” Leaning back, I give her my biggest grin, before flicking my gaze back to him. At this point, I’m surprised that actual smoke isn’t coming out of his ears. I knew what my whispering looked like, but part of me knew his jealousy only meant he wanted more of me. That I could get behind.
I shoot him a wink before turning my attention back to the machine and Arthur, who now has half of his body shoved underneath the conveyor belt adjusting some of the internal cogs.
As much as I loved to fuck around and piss off Klaus, I love my job and do it well.
No part of me wanted to ruin Nick’s first year as Santa, but the fire that burned hotter in my core as I felt his eyes ghosting over me the entire time I worked, yeah, that was something I wanted more of.
“Good work Son, I hadn’t thought of clamping the pipes to those rotators.” Arthur claps me on the back as we pack up our tools, sweat glistening across both of our foreheads.
“Yeah, just a lucky guess.” I shrug, throwing the last wrench into my bag before zipping it up and tossing it over my shoulder. Running a hand through my hair, I glance up at the windows to see Nick still looking down at us. An idea popping into my head.
“I’m just gonna let Nick know it’s done.” I yell back to him as I move across the factory floor, not even waiting for his reply.
I practically fly up the stairs to the corporate suites. I could feel the electricity buzzing through my body after being under his intense gaze for the past hour.
Nodding to his receptionist, a blond elf whose name I never bothered to learn, I approached the double door and knocked with my knuckles.
He gruffly replies with a simple “Enter,” and a fleeting smile tugs at the corners of my lips before I school my features into a neutral expression. I walk inside, clicking the door shut behind me, relishing in the satisfying sound of the lock engaging. I make sure to leave a greasy hand print on the otherwise pristine white door.
I turn, taking him in. He sits at his desk pretending to be going through paperwork. That scowl is still evident even if lacking the ire of before, but the way he swallows as I move closer, gives away his nervousness at my presence.
I drop my work bag on one of the two chairs set up for guests in front of his glossy red desk, before dropping myself into the other.
I had always hated these offices, each one carrying a different theme. Klaus’s is what you would expect from Santa Claus’ office: an enormous mahogany desk, red and gold trimmings everywhere, a literal Christmas tree in the corner with fake presents, next to a mammoth fireplace. It wouldn’t surprise me if he had found a way to make actual snow fall in his office.
Nick’s office has a candy cane theme with white marble floors and red stripes across white walls, which matched his red desk and office chair.
“Do you ever feel like a peppermint threw up in here?” I say, trying to break the tension. It must work as a small smile softens his face, and he lets out a small scoff.
“Every damn day.” He lets himself look at me then, a slight blush crossing his cheeks as he takes me in, sweaty from work, covered in grease. Sitting in this pristine office, I couldn’t feel more like his opposite.
Scratching at his temple, he fumbles with the paperwork in front of him before giving up and placing both hands firmly on the desk between us. He inhales deeply, icy blue eyes finally looking into mine, body tensing.
“Listen.” I cut him off before he has a chance to tell me how much a mistake last night was to him. His words don’t mean shit when I’ve felt his eyes on me for the last hour.
“The machine is working again. You can cancel the ambulance for Theodore’s heart attack. It should be running fine now.” He relaxes at my quick change of subject.
“Ah, right, thank you. I’ll let Dad know.” Smiling softly, the lines around his mouth and lips become clearer and my heart clenches at the sight. I feel a desperate need to run my fingers along those smile lines, to memorize every minute detail of his face.
I snap back in my seat, dropping my gaze as I snatch my tool bag and stand. What the fuck was that feeling?
I wanted to fuck him.
That was it.
Right?
It’s one thing to have a few hook ups with him, but to feel something more for my stepbrother would be a colossal disaster. The village would erupt. We could literally ruin Christmas.
“Yep, cool. I’ll see you around.” Though I need to get out, I can’t stop myself from taking one last look at him. He looks at me with narrowed eyes, a slight furrow in his brow, trying to read my sudden shift in mood.
He stands as I turn, trying to make a quick exit but barely making it a few steps before his hand stops me.
“Kris, about last night. I’m sorry if what I did made you feel uncomfortable in any way. I just …” he lets out a sigh, his hands scrubbing at his face. "I just got jealous.” My head tilts towards him, his hand still pressed against my forearm. My chest heaves with the restraint it takes to not shove him against the wall and give him everything.
Everything? Is that what I want?
“Of?” I ask.
I know exactly what he was jealous of. I could see it in the factory today, the way he winced every time Pepper touched me, or the scowl that etched itself across his face when she dared to offer a kiss.
“Of … fuck. Of Pepper, okay?” He lets go of me, turning his back to me as he runs a frustrated hand through his styled salt and pepper hair. The same hair I couldn’t get enough of last night, cut to the perfect length so that I could grab handfuls of it to help gain leverage.
My cock stirs in my overalls at the memory of his pouty lips wrapped tight around it, the way his throat gripped me as he gagged on my length. I stare at his back as he rests his hands on his hips, inhaling deeply as he gathers himself.
“I saw her getting you off, and I got jealous.” He rushes out the words with a quick exhale, unable to look at me as he speaks. I stand there silently waiting for his confession to tumble free.
“I wanted to be the one getting you off. I wanted to be the one making you white knuckle the sleigh. To push you over the edge.”
Exhaling again before turning to face me. “I’m sorry if it wasn’t something you wanted,”
“I offered.” I shrug.
Nick’s brow furrows again as he lets out an exacerbated huff. “I’m still sorry. I should never have barged in on you and Pepper. You’re my stepbrother.”
He almost looks pained saying those last words. When I remain silent, his desperation to avoid any silence completely consumes him, leading him to incessantly utter the exact words that I have been longing to hear.
“I just couldn’t stop myself. I’ve watched you for so long. Fuck I can’t count how many times I’ve jerked off to the images my brain has created of what you could do to me,” Nick whisper yells to avoid being overheard, as his arms wave though the air.
A smirk now tips up the corner of my lips. I’ve had those thoughts too, every time I caught him staring at my body. There have been times I’ve been so desperate to touch him, but not wanting to risk fucking up my family, I’ve kept my distance. That was until he came crashing into my garage.
Now all bets were off the table. Fuck everyone. I wanted him more than I wanted my next breath.
“I just don’t want to pressure you into anything you don’t want.” His shoulder slump with defeat as he sighs.
Dropping my work bag on the floor, deciding I’ve listened to enough. It was time to make it clear to my big brother just how much I wanted him.
I grab him by the throat and slam him against the wall, making it shudder under our weight. Being the same height was perfect. I didn’t have to lean down to push my lips harshly onto his.
His moan fills my mouth, and I take advantage of his gasping mouth to push my tongue in. Claiming him as our tongues lapped against each other, circling, exploring.
This was new for me. I avoided kissing people on the mouth. When I first started fucking people, I tried it but I found it made them get more attached and there were only so many crazy exes a person could live with.
From then on, I avoided it as much as possible, settling for licking and kissing all the other parts of the body, but Nick, I wanted Nick to feel me on his lips when I walked out of those pristine white doors.
I wanted him to crave me.
His hands fist my overalls, and he pulls me closer, tightening the pressure on his throat. I groan into his mouth when his cock tents in his suit pants and brushes against mine, meeting me thrust for thrust as we pant into each other’s mouths.
“I’m done hearing you apologize, Nicolas. You know I want you. You knew it last night.” Our bodies grind together and I flex my fingers around his throat, pushing his head to the side so I can lick up his jaw, nipping at his ear. “And I sure as hell felt your want today when you stared at Pepper like you wanted her to burst into flames for trying to kiss me.”
He tries to answer, but my hand squeezes tighter around his throat, silencing his reply but causing his cock to twitch against mine as his eyes roll back in pleasure.
“I propose we stop denying whatever the hell this is and just roll with it. You want me, and I sure as fuck want you. Let’s leave everything else out of it and let me make you feel like a fucking god.” I offer as his eyes widen and he nods as much as he can while still pinned to the wall. My free hand lowers to unbuckle his suit pants, pulling them and his boxers down his thighs enough so his dick can spring free.
Damn, I knew he was packing, but two of my hands would have a hard time covering his length. The feel of his silky thickness against my calloused hand as I run up and down has me wanting to press bruising kisses to his lips.
Nick gasps into my waiting mouth as my hand continues to pump. My thumb pausing to swipe the precum from his tip.
After rubbing it in circles over the slit, I bring my thumb to my mouth, swiping my tongue across the pad. My eyes fall shut at the salty taste on my tongue and I moan. When I open my eyes, the blue of his eyes are nearly gone, pupils blown wide, glued to the movement.
I release the pressure on his neck and he gasps for air, sucking in gulps as my hand continues to move back and forth against his length. He can’t stop his hips from pumping into my hand as he pants with need, thrusting, leaning forward, trying to claim my lips.
“Kris,” He hisses as his head falls back against the wall, “I’m coming.”
Releasing my grip on him, I drop to my knees. Taking a second to admire his impressive cock this close to my face, I grin up at him, winking, as his eyes widen in shock before covering his dick with my mouth and slamming it straight to the back of my throat.
Gripping my hair, he cries my name as he continues grinding into me. My hands grip onto his ass, the muscles clenching in my hands as he spills warm, salty cum deep into my throat and I groan around him.
Fuck, I have never been so turned on.
A knock at the door startles us, my mouth popping off as Nick fumbles for his suit pants. I stand, shoving him back against the wall, my body flush with his, my aching cock pressing against his stomach. His wide eyes shift between me and the door, panic covering his face.
He pauses when I open my mouth, showing him the cum covering my tongue, his mouth gapes before he swallows and licks his lips.
Good boy.
With his attention pinned on me, I slowly run my hand up the side of his face, fingers raking through the base of his hair, loving the way he mewls at my touch and crush our lips back together for one last claiming kiss.
Our tongues swirl, a mixture of saliva and cum coating us both. Together, we groan and ignore the persistent knocking at his door.
Releasing him from the kiss, our foreheads rest together as we both pant in each other’s arms.
I let him go when Klaus’ voice booms through the door, “Nick?”
Stepping back, I pick up my bag from where I dropped it, throwing it over my shoulder before pulling the cigarette pack out of my pocket. After I place it in my mouth, I adjust my cock in my overalls so it isn’t obvious to everyone outside how fucking hard I am.
Though if I was honest, I wasn’t one hundred percent sure if I cared anymore.
Placing my hand on the door, I took one last look back at Nick as he leans against the wall, still trying to catch his breath. I soak in his just fucked appearance, the rosy tint covering his cheeks and the tip of his nose, his rumpled suit and hair.
“If you want more, you know where to find me.”
Flicking the lock with one hand, I wink before swinging the door wide.
“Should be alright now, Nick,” I say over my shoulder, looking at Klaus standing in the doorway, brow furrowed as he looks between us. I revel in the taste of his son, still on the forefront of my taste buds.
“What’s up Klaus?” I ask, cigarette bouncing in between my lips. “Catch you later Nick.”
A small sound of acknowledgment seems to be all he can get out before coughing and turning back to his desk.
Once in the elevator, I turn to lean back on the railing. I can still see Klaus staring at me from Nick’s doorway. I can’t help but shoot him a wink and salute as the doors close.
My grin is abnormally wide as I make my way back to the garage.
I am abso-fucking-lutely gonna fuck my stepbrother.