5. Nick
Chapter five
Nick
December 21st
Following an uncomfortable conversation with my father regarding Kris being in my office with the door locked, he dumped a massive pile of new scrolls on my desk. He then proceeded to spend twelve hours meticulously explaining the contents of each list.
I hoped to God that my story about him being here to fix my lock sounded convincing enough.
Finally alone, I stare at the mountain of paperwork I need to sort through. Naughty and nice lists that need double checking, inventory of every present request and what we could and couldn’t deliver this year. The lists, quite frankly, are overwhelming.
Maybe the Toy Development Elves could come up with a computer program that could streamline it all, making list checking much more efficient, because a hand written thirty-five foot long parchment was not the way of the future.
Groaning, I flop myself into my chair; swiveling to get a better view of the workshop. It’s hard to believe in three days this place will officially be mine.
My chest tightens at the responsibility now looming on my shoulders. Two billion children will need me to be on top of my game all year round.
Even though it was getting well into the night, by December, the workshop was on a twenty-four hour rotation.
There were no repeats. Each toy was one of a kind.
Quality Control Elves ensured that each toy that came out was perfectly tailored to each child’s request. If there was an issue, they sent it back to the smelter to be destroyed and recycled, then recreated the toy.
The long line of Claus’ had perfected the tedious process over generations, ensuring that every child in the world woke up to their dream gift under the tree.
Turning back to my desk, I sigh as I take in the mammoth amount of work in front of me.
Running a finger over my lips, I smile at the way they tingle after Kris’ possessing kisses. His cum filled kiss was the single hottest thing I’ve ever felt in my life, second only to him on his knees, mouth worshiping my cock.
I let out a small growl at the parchments covering my desk as I look out the external window of my office. This window overlooks the entire village square.
People were making their way home as the night grew darker, but my gaze landed on the snow covered metal garage that housed not only the sleigh, but someone who was quickly becoming the most important person in my life.
I had expected him to brush our hookup from last night off as just that, a hookup, laughing at me as he flipped me off, walking out of my office.
Pinning me up against the wall and shoving his hand into my pants, dropping to his knees in front of me to give me the best orgasm of my life, or kissing me with my cum still warm in his mouth had definitely not been on my BINGO card of how the morning was going to go.
The side window of the shed glows through the frost clouding over the glass, letting me know he is still there, still waiting for me.
Hidden away in the bottom drawer, the aged bottle of scotch my father had thoughtfully chosen for my thirtieth birthday seemed to whisper promises of relaxation and indulgence. Giving in, I pull it out and pour myself a more than generous amount and knock it back in a single satisfying mouthful.
I knew what would happen if I went to him. God, did I want to feel him again, touch him, fuck him, but these fucking papers were too important to skip out on.
I allow myself one more look out the window, promising myself that if that light was still on when I finished, I would go to him.
Kris’s cock being the best incentive I could dream of, I grab my pen and set to work, ensuring that all children were marked into their correct lists.
The next time I look up, the clock on the far wall of my office reads two a.m. Rubbing at my eyes, I dare another glance out the window, holding my breath as my eyes narrow in on the garage.
The soft, glowing light continued to shine brightly like a beacon.
My smile widens, and I push myself out of my seat, quickening my steps as I move towards the door. Pausing only to wrap my coat and scarf around me, I practically run through the empty office to the elevator, punching the down button, silently urging the doors to shut faster.
My stomach flutters with nerves, foot tapping as I glare at the numbers, slowly counting down.
As I leave the building, I make a conscious effort to slow down and bid good night to the night workers, restraining myself from dashing to the garage like a lovesick teen.
Though if I was honest with myself, I hadn’t ever been this excited to see someone.
I wipe my sweaty, trembling hands on my coat, then tuck them into my pockets as I approach the side door, making sure no one would notice me entering. Although knowing that anyone that saw me would never guess my true purpose for being here, I couldn’t help but feel a surge of excitement.
I attempt to knock on the door before mentally slapping myself because I still had my hands shoved in my pockets. Self doubt creeps in and I pause as I raise my hand inches from the door.
What were we doing? This could destroy not only our entire family, but our community. I hated to admit that Santa’s village wasn’t very open about different sexualities, not to mention the expectation that I would marry a nice girl and carry on our family’s traditions.
I knew I didn’t want a nice girl though. I want the man on the other side of that metal door with his cocky grin, covered in grease, who smelled like tobacco and mint.
With my decision made, my knuckles knock but the door pulls open before I have a chance. Warmth from the garage hits me in the face, melting the small dusting of snow that had gathered on my eyelashes from the short walk here.
Kris stands there, wiping those strong, calloused hands on an oil stained rag, smirking at me, his cigarette dangling from the side of his mouth.
“Are you just gonna stand there, or are you coming in?” His dark eyebrow quirks as his jade eyes shine with mischief, and I nod eagerly as I step in.
The sound of the door closing echoes in my ears, and suddenly my mouth feels dry, my ability to speak slipping away. I can’t tear my eyes away from his hands, the same hands that had given me pleasure earlier, now flexing around the lock.
He returns to his workbench, abandoning the rag, and I steal a moment to divert my gaze from his muscular frame hidden beneath the dark gray coveralls to the enormous sleigh before me.
At least sixty feet of intimidating red and glittering gold, look back at me. My face tightens, lips pressing into a flat line as I make hesitant steps towards the extravagant monstrosity that represents the epitome of my family legacy.
Although the outside shell looks the same as it did when the original Santa Claus, my great-great-great-great grandfather first took to the skies. The inside—thanks to Kris—has had a total overhaul. Their dream to bring the sleigh into the modern era, becoming a reality.
Dials, knobs and screens now fill the dashboard. State-of-the-art guidance systems, radar navigation and stardust amplifiers allowed for ease of use and helped make the sleigh as efficient as possible.
Kris was currently working on specially designed helmets for the reindeer, which allowed for real time directional changes directly to the cockpit based on potential hazards or delays.
My personal favorite was the hot cocoa dispenser Kris added into the center console last Christmas. Before that, my father had cup trays filled with thermoses which would usually run out somewhere over North America.
My head spins with the realization that in just a few days, I will take the reins, literally, and I brace myself on the lip of the cockpit door to steady the dizzying thoughts.
The list of jobs to complete within that time flooding my brain. Checking inventory, route preparation, last-minute suit alterations … A warm body presses into my back and I instantly feel myself relax. Preparation concerns becoming snowflakes on the breeze.
Kris’ breath tickles the shell of my ear as he leans over me, pushing my body into the titanium shell. The smell of freshly polished leather mixes with Kris’ scent and I have to bite my lip to hold in the moan, already wanting to slip past my lips.
“Do you like the new upgrades?” he purrs next to my ear.
Words feel like lacquer in my throat as I try to think of something cool to say back to him.
“It ah, looks shinier?” I cringe, ‘ shinier ’. Seriously, what the fuck is wrong with me?
My voice breaks and I sound like, now at thirty-one, my balls are just finally dropping and I mentally face palm myself.
Of course, I know about the new upgrades to the sleigh. We had meetings about the major titanium upgrades to the runners back in January. It had been one of the first projects that my father had actually let Kris lead.
How have I already fucked this up in the first sentence I’ve said to him tonight? I just can’t manage to form coherent sentences with his body pressed up against mine, and his rock hard length rubbing against my ass.
I brace for the coolness to hit my back as he leaves, deciding he is done with me. A huff of warm air brushes against the back of my neck, but he doesn’t move away.
His hand skims across my hip to brace against the sleigh. The other brushes passed mine, and he points to the new dials added to the dash. I shiver as he surrounds me, loving the feeling of being boxed in by his muscular arms.
“This one is the updated stardust equalizer.” I hum in response as his breath whispers over my ear, closing my eyes as I feel him smirk against my shoulder.
“What does that do?” I feel like I should remember this, but right now, with Kris pressed so tightly against my body, all knowledge slips from my brain. My only thoughts are how he tastes and how good it felt to explode into his mouth. How desperate I am to do it again. To do more.
“It stabilizes the amount of stardust emanating from the sleigh so you don’t end up overtaking the reindeer.”
The sleigh used to rely solely on reindeer magic, but as belief in Santa Claus wanes, we’ve had to find alternative sources. Stardust.
The level of stardust input had to be altered by my father, mid-flight, depending on the flight requirements, either increasing or decreasing it. It was a delicate balance.
Too much stardust and like Kris said, the sleigh would overtake the reindeer. Too little, and it adds too much pressure on the reindeer, risking burnout. Kris’ latest upgrade should hopefully make this less of an issue that I will need to focus on throughout my flight.
“Yeah, that would … umm … be bad.” I’m a fucking moron.
Another huff of a laugh brushes across my ear. “Yes, Santa. That would be bad.” The way he drags out the name Santa like he is testing how it feels as it rolls across his tongue has me biting the inside of my cheek, feeling flush.
“Did you have a productive afternoon?” he asks.
Now it’s my turn to scoff. Productive is not what I would call it.
“I had to sit through hours of meetings with my father.”
“And that wasn’t productive?” his mouth moves to my other ear and I shiver at the contact of his teeth grazing my ear.
“Not when all I could think about was how hot you looked with my cock in your mouth.”
This time his tongue licks a path up my neck, his hot breath eliciting a moan from deep in my chest as I press back into him, locked between him and the sleigh.
“So you’ve been thinking about my cock all day?” He punctuates his question with the press of his hard erection against my ass and I whimper.
“Use your words, Santa Baby,” he growls.
Slowly, he grinds against me. My rock hard cock presses against the cool titanium sides of the cockpit. The thin material of my trousers the only thing stopping me from fucking the side of the sleigh.
“Yes,” I stutter out, “all day.” I moan as he grinds against me again.
“Good, because the sweet taste of you has lingered in my mouth all day,” he says as he places a kiss against the base of my neck. “Do you know how hard it is to get my work done when my dick has been aching for you all day?”
Oh, I know. I've had to subtly readjust my pants as my arousal reignited with each glance at the wall in my office.
When I’m unable to answer, the contrast of the flush of my skin and the cool titanium too much, he continues. “I’ve spent my day bent over this cockpit, imagining how good you are going to feel when I get inside of you. How warm and inviting your ass will be. How tightly you will clamp down on my cock as you beg me to fuck you harder.”
With another grind, I’m lost. It’s like I can’t breathe.
“Please,” I whisper, the word barely coming out.
“Please what?” The command in his voice making me subconsciously grind myself back against him.
“Please Kris.” I gasp for air as his hand moves down my waist. “I want you to fuck me.”
I’m pretty sure I’ve wanted this longer than I have let myself admit.
His heat disappears as he steps back and I almost collapse at the lack of contact. Turning, I see him walking back to his workbench, sliding open a drawer at the back of his toolbox and pulling out something I can’t see.
The boyish grin he gives me as he leans against the bench is one I will never forget. He props the bottle of lube on the table next to him, his arms crossing over his chest, looking the epitome of casual. Like he has all the time in the world for me.
“Strip.” I blink at his request, and his eyebrow quirks as he waits for my decision.
I try to hide the shake in my hands as I raise them to remove my tie. It flutters to the floor as my hands move back to the buttons of my shirt, one I’ve worn many times, now feels too constricting, suffocating.
As it falls open, my hands move to my belt buckle. My eyes don’t stray from Kris as he watches, unmoving.
Unbuckling my belt, I pop the button on my pants, allowing it to gape. I’m not self-conscious, but I am very aware that my body looks nothing like his.
In my family, the Santa genes are unmistakable. Premature white hair, rosy cheeks, and a soft rounded stomach. But when Kris’ eyes darken at the sight of me, it’s as if none of those traits matter anymore.
Eyes twinkling, he looks like a child getting his first glimpse of a tree full of presents on Christmas morning. He licks his lips and I feel like I am the gift he has been waiting all year for. He is relishing in my unwrapping. Savoring it.
I kick off my shoes and trousers into a pile next to me, looking back at him for his next command. His eyes rake over my body, hot and wanting as he takes in every dip and curve.
He stares back into my eyes as he slowly lowers the zip to his coveralls, the tip of his erection peeking through the gap once it’s fully undone.
Heat pools in my stomach and I feel my cock jerk. The movement pulling Kris’ gaze instantly, that smirk returning.
After slipping his arms out, the material slides easily down his body, pooling on the floor. Kris takes the time to undo his laces and remove his boots before kicking the outfit out of the way.
Without another glance, he disappears into a side room. I stand naked in the middle of his workspace, my cock jutting out in front of me, not sure what I’m meant to do.
Just when I’m starting to think he has left me here to be discovered by God knows who, he reappears, a loop of Christmas Lights draped over his shoulder and a mischievous gleam in his eyes.
Walking over to the sleigh, he snatches the bottle of lube on his way past the bench before disappearing behind the sleigh. A scraping noise on the concrete has goosebumps pebbling over my flesh and I try to stretch to see what he is doing, jolting back into my position as he stands up.
Once he is on the side of the sleigh, he casually leans against the leather seats, like he hasn’t just ordered me to strip and left me in the middle of the room.
With his eyes tracing every inch of my bare skin, I instinctively hold my breath, anticipating his next move. Crossing his arms over his chest, his smirk drops, eyes darkening.
“Crawl to me.” I just about choke on the lack of air, but my body responds to his demand. Dropping to my knees before slowly bending to rest my weight onto my palms, never taking my eyes off his.
His muscles contract, his body stiffening as his eyes remain fixated on me. Slowly, I edge forward, crawling across the dirty concrete to where he waits.
When I reach him, I sit back on my knees and wait. My body is humming with the anticipation of his next request.
He circles me like a predator toying with his prey, knowing he has already won.
Behind me, he stops. I feel his breath hot against my ear as he presses a lingering kiss to the spot behind my ear, my eyes closing.
“Climb into the cockpit. Same position.” His fingers rake through my curls before he steps back.
I hesitate for a second in front of the sleigh, thoughts flashing through my brain of fucking inside what is basically a family heirloom, but the heat of his body behind me melts away any doubts I have.
The cold leather bites into my knees as I kneel on the bench seat facing the back of the sleigh. As I lower into the position, my balls press into the seat and I bite my lip to hold in the moan that the friction elicits. My muscles feel so tense with the buildup, I feel like I’m a slight breeze away from a big problem.
The sleigh dips as Kris climbs in after me, and I look over my shoulder to watch him. Pulling the looped lights off his shoulder, he tilts his head, eyes dipping down to take an appreciative look at my ass in this new position.
When he sees me watching, his smirk comes back. Unraveling the lights, he lets the excess fall to his feet.
“If you want this to stop, we stop. At any point.” I stare at him with wide eyes.
What does he mean?
I haven’t been able to stop my imagination running wild with thoughts of how he is going to feel pushing inside me since he walked out of my office.
His face softens as he takes in my confusion.
“If anything I do makes you uncomfortable, you say the word, and it stops. Okay?” His gentleness takes me by surprise and I nod, probably looking like one of the reindeer when one of the snow mobiles gets too close.
“I need words, Santa baby,”
“I understand.” With a slight curl of his lips, he grips my chin and pulls me in for a toe-curling kiss. As he breaks away, his teeth playfully nip at my bottom lip.
“Hands behind your back.” he orders.
I comply, locking my wrists together behind my body. He expertly weaves the lights around my hands, locking them together. A flat palm on the center of my back has my chest pressed over the top of the bench, and I am spread wide for him. Feeling the most exposed I have ever felt with another person, woman or man.
His groan has my ass clenching and the snick of the cap is the only warning I have before cool liquid runs between my cheeks. I gasp when a finger catches the drip, running it up and down the seam, lingering over my hole a little longer with each pass.
I try to stare over my shoulder to watch what he is doing, but the lights make it hard to twist myself enough to see. I can only manage to see his face as he stares, entranced as his finger circles my puckered entrance, tongue darting out to run along the seam of his lips.
“Fuck,” I groan as his finger presses in and his eyes briefly flash up to my face, taking in my expression before they snap back to his finger as he moves deeper. I feel my muscles tense refusing the intrusion but he gently shushes me, massaging my tense cheeks with the hand not currently dipping in my asshole.
“Breathe baby, you’re doing so well.”
His withdrawal has me whimpering, the emptiness now feeling unbearable.
“Please …”
I push back, offering my ass to him, and beg for more.
More cool liquid drips over my hole and his finger as he presses in, firmer this time. I wince, but the back and forth is becoming easier. He circles, rubbing his finger along my inner walls, hitting a spot that makes my forehead drop to the bench. The feeling is too good to waste strength holding my head up.
“Yes, that’s it, baby. Are you ready for more?”
I think I nod, but I’m lost in the motions and his movement. This time, when he withdraws, he adds an extra finger. Both digits fill me in a way I could never have imagined. I haven’t even touched my cock, but I can feel the impending release building.
His fingers spread, scissoring in me, preparing me.
“Fuck, my cock is dying to fuck this ass. God, you’re perfect.”
I raise my head, our eyes locking and I beg “Do it. Fuck my ass.”
His mouth drops in an ‘O’ before snapping shut, his smirk returning. He positions himself behind me, the sound of the lube squelching as he drips it into his hand. With deliberate, unhurried movements, he strokes his dick, coating it in a glossy sheen.
The head of his length rubs against my hole, the same way his finger started as I mimic the movements, desperate to feel him inside me.
“Deep breath baby. This is a lot bigger than my fingers.” I breathe in, anticipation making my legs shake. As I exhale, he slides himself inside me and I wince at the intrusion but groan as his cock rubs me in a way no other has.
“FUCK!” He groans, his voice sounds huskier than I’ve ever heard it. He’s not even fully seated, just pulsing half way and I know I will never get enough.
He slowly draws back, pushing slightly deeper when he returns, and I grind my hardness against the leather, desperate for more friction. The leather bench is hot and sticky underneath my skin, and provides just the right amount of friction I need. That paired with Kris’ thrusts, I’m quickly being dragged closer and closer to oblivion.
As he sits himself fully inside me, he pauses, hand gently stroking up my spine, voice sounding enamored, “I knew I’d fit. Fuck baby, you were made for me.”
His words make my stomach clench as the butterflies that permanently reside there whenever he is near take flight. I cry out his name as my orgasm rockets through my body. My whole body comes to life with his touch and his words.
“That’s it baby. Come for me while I’m buried so deep in your ass.”
Hot cum spurts from my cock, covering my stomach and the leather, dripping between my legs into a puddle underneath me.
Kris groans behind me, legs shaking as his release fills my hole. His hands flex on my hips, gripping me tighter as he rides the waves of his orgasm. He stays tights against my body till the pulsing dulls, unlike the beating of my heart.
I pant, collapsing against the seat, no strength left to hold myself up. Kris’ body presses against mine as he lies on top of me, pressing a soft kiss to my shoulder.
His body shakes, a chuckle rising deep within him. I lift my head, raising my eyebrows in question, confused by his sudden case of the giggles.
“I just thought of what I want for Christmas?”
“What?”
The boyish grin that splits his face, hair falling across his eyes as he looks at me, has my heart doing cartwheels.
“More lube.” he says bursting out laughing, “Buckets and buckets of it.”
A smile curls at my lips as I dip my head back against his chest. “Well, have you been naughty or nice?”
His eyes darken as his hand wraps around my throat, flexing his long fingers as he tightens his hold, lips brush against mine.
“Naughty, definitely naughty.”