Chapter 5
Willy
I should’ve been in my room sleeping like a normal person, but instead, I was investigating an alarm that had gone off in the middle of the night.
I didn’t know if it was a false positive, nor did I know if accidental tripping of the alarm was typical, since checking on things wasn’t in my list of normal duties.
But in any case, it wasn’t exactly something that could wait until morning, so here I was, dealing with the second alarm in the last twelve hours.
It was like once Nick left, everything decided to fall apart.
With Nick and Percy gone, it fell to me. I didn’t mind that part of it. Taking the worry from them so they could enjoy this time away was important, and I was happy to be the one they trusted to do so.
I used my phone as a flashlight as I navigated to the workshop. The alarm had tripped in the Lube Lagoon. Sugar plums, I hoped it wasn’t a spill. I hated cleaning up lube spills. They were the absolute worst.
Why didn’t Santa work on making lube that was easier to clean up and didn’t stain? I would submit that as an idea for next year. It wasn’t as if lube was a new invention we were still working the kinks out of.
And just like that, my mind wandered back to his brother and how he had a similar feeling about lube, but more about the taste than the clean-up.
Although, to be fair, he’d never dealt with a leak at Lube Lagoon.
Anyone who ever had would agree with me about how cleaning it up was worse than tepid hot cocoa.
I expected to find… well, I guess I really didn’t know what I expected to find, but finding Campbell in Lube Lagoon, checking out the different scents was not in the list. Of course he was in the middle of this. Why didn’t Nick tell me he’d need a babysitter.
“What are you doing?” I didn’t hide my frustration. Why bother? He needed to know so he didn’t mess with the alarms in another department and have me out of bed once again.
He jumped and bottles of lube fell onto the floor.
Luckily, none spilled. If they had, he would be in charge of cleaning them up, not me.
And because I was feeling petty, I’d be watching the entire time.
And obviously, I’d be watching to see him suffer and not at all because of the way I could see his shoulder muscles through his form-fitting shirt.
“Hey,” he said, leaning casually against the shelf. “I was just taking a look at things.”
I took a deep breath, forcing myself to relax. “In the middle of the night?”
He shrugged. “I couldn’t sleep. I’m used to sleeping in my cabin in the woods, not in this town. There are so many lights.”
“It’s Christmas,” I said. What had he expected from the North Pole?
“But like, you could turn some of the lights off? They’re gorgeous, but very bright.”
“Santa has blackout curtains installed throughout his house. Did you try using those?” I would not snap at him. I refused. “That’s how the rest of us were sleeping when the alarm went off.”
His mouth formed a perfect O as if he’d just realized what he’d done. Please let that be the case.
“I didn’t do that.” He wasn’t clear on whether he didn’t know about the curtains or the alarm. But he moved right along to his signature flirting. “Can you show me where I can get some of those curtains, handsome? We didn’t get to finish our tour today.”
I rolled my eyes. “You shouldn’t be flirting with all the elves.”
Especially Chester. Not that I’d say that part out loud. Being jealous of the jerk of an elf wasn’t my shining moment.
“I don’t flirt with all the elves. I flirt with you. You’re special.”
“Yes, I’m sure that’s what you tell everyone. Did you forget that I was there with—” I slapped my mouth shut. I wasn’t going there. I refused. “I don’t have time for this, Campbell, you shouldn’t be in the workshop after work hours.”
“You really want to know why I’m down here?”
Hadn’t that been obvious?
“Yes, I want to know why you’re interrupting my sleep with whatever the sugar plums it is you’re doing. If you really need a sample pack, you can take one.”
“Actually, I was more curious about how the scents and flavors were made.”
I narrowed my eyes. “We’re not introducing new products right now.”
“Well, this wouldn’t be a new product available for everyone. This would be a new product for me.”
I crossed my arms. “Okay. I’ll bite. What sort of new product are you making for you?”
“I want a lube that tastes like my cum.”
I blinked once, twice. “You what?”
“Don’t you think it would make sense that my mate, should I be so lucky to find them, would enjoy the taste of my cum so much that they’d want it in lube form? I want it to look like my cum and taste like my cum. Think you’re up for the challenge?”
Why did that sound so hot? The idea of jacking off to a lube that looked like cum, smelled and tasted like cum, was invigorating. Especially if it was Campbell’s cum.
Campbell grinned slowly. “Oh, little elf. Does that turn you on?”
“No,” I lied.
“Are you sure?” He stepped closer to me. I backed away. I couldn’t get far, because the door was right there, and I had closed it behind me. Why had I done that? Did I really want to get away? Absolutely not. Did I want to admit that? Even less so.
“Little Elf Willy, if you don’t want this, I’m gonna need you to be very clear right now that you don’t, and I’ll stop. We’ll go our separate ways. We’ll be professional. Is that what you want?”
I swallowed thickly. Suddenly, none of the scents in the room existed, except for Campbell. His woodsy, manly, alpha scent washed over me and became the only thing I could focus on.
“No,” I said. “I don’t want that.”
“Good. Neither do I. Why don’t you tell me what you would like, little elf.”
I groaned. That nickname, the way he looked at me shouldn’t have been so hot, yet here I was, unable to deny it any longer.
“I think I might know what could help.” Campbell stepped closer. This time I didn’t try to move away. “You’re stressed.”
Campbell brushed the back of his hand down my face, and my skin tingled under his touch. “Overworked. And you are in desperate need of... a release.”
His hand trailed down the front of me. His fingertips ghosted over the satin red pajamas I wore until he reached the waistband of my pants.
“If you’re going to help me with my project, we should get a sample, don’t you think?”
“Of my cum or yours?” It came out as barely a whisper.
“Hmm. Which do you want to start with?” He licked his bottom lip. This man was going to be the death of me.
“Yours,” I said without hesitation. I dropped to my knees.
Campbell still wore his jeans; clearly he hadn’t even attempted to go to bed.
I looked up at him as I reached for his belt buckle.
“You sure about this, little elf?” Campbell’s voice had deepened. The arousal in his eyes was clear.
I didn’t bother answering, I just tugged his jeans down, followed quickly by his boxers. They were a deep green with little axes on them. Cute. But I didn’t have time to comment on that. What I really wanted was staring me right in the face.
I wrapped my hand around his length, stroking slowly. My fingers barely fit around him. He was longer and thicker than I was. My hole clenched. At some point I wanted him buried deep inside my ass, but for tonight, I wanted him coming down my throat.
I leaned forward, pressing a soft kiss to his tip before taking him into my mouth. Campbell’s sharp intake of breath spurred me on. His taste exploded on my tongue. Woodsy. Manly. All alpha. I flicked my tongue over his cock, letting my spit coat his length.
Campbell’s hand tangled in my hair, not pushing, just holding. “Fuck, Willy. Your mouth is perfection.”
I hummed, letting the vibration work its way around him and down his length. The taste of his precum hit my tongue, and I burned the memory of his taste into my mind.
“Fuck, I’m close, Willy,” Campbell warned. His grip on my hair tightened. “If you want that sample...”
“I need the taste,” I said. “Give it to me.”
I swallowed him down. My cheeks hollowed as I sucked and pulled back, letting the velvety length of him slide over my lips. I cradled his balls in my hand.
With a jerk of his hips and a loud groan, he came. Cum flooded my mouth, and I drank it all down, swallowing every drop. I licked up his length, and Campbell shuddered under my touch. He nearly fell, leaning against the wall to keep him upright.
“I think I have the taste,” I said. “We’ll need to do this again so I can get the texture.”
He chuckled. “I appreciate your dedication to your craft, little elf.”
I didn’t let myself think about the implications of what we’d just done. That would be a problem for another day.
Campbell helped me to my feet. I made a move toward the door, but he stopped me.
His lips descended on mine, and his hand slipped under the waistband of my pants.
He gripped my length and pumped. It didn’t take me long before I was spilling into my pants.
His lips never left mine. He had one hand on my cock and the other at my throat, the gentle pressure keeping my head still as he kissed me.
“Think you can stay out of the workshop now?” I asked.
Campbell chuckled. “I think so. But only if you promise to work on this special project for me.”
“I suppose I can fit it in,” I said. I pushed away from him. Not that I wanted to leave, but I needed my space to process what just happened. “Good night, Campbell.”
“Good night, little elf.”