Page 22 of Santa & His Elf

“I don’t know why I’m so tired.”

“Stress and turkey.”

That makes sense.

“Thank you,” I say to Nick, grateful for… everything.

He kisses my head. “There’s nothing to thank me for, Elfie.”

“My parents are a lot.” Especially my mom. She’s a meddler. Always has been, always will be.

“No, they’re not.” He sighs. “They love you. We need to get together more often. Maybe have them over for dinner at our place soon.”

“We do?” I squeak, shocked by his desire to spend more time with them.

“Of course we do. They’re family,” Nick explains and clucks his tongue, which slows Prancer as she rounds the corner of one of our many evergreen forests in the North Pole. White lights twinkle across the traditionally decorated trees as swirls of the purple, blue, and green aurora borealis dance across the night sky.

“But—” I start, only to be cut off.

“No buts. When Holly returns to the Pole, we’ll have her over for dinner. Well, she’ll likely stay with us.”

I snuggle my cheek to Nick’s chest. “I’d like that. If she’s half as great as you, I’ll love her.”

Nick cups the side of my face and holds it to his shoulder. “Awe. I love you, too, sweetheart. Now rest. Because once we get home, you’ll be up all night.”

Yes. Please.

My little cock gives a cursory twitch.

Life couldn’t be any sweeter.

seven

?. . .?

Nick

Slugging up the steps, tired on my feet after a long day at the workshop with no visit from Pepper, my heart physically aches as I make my way to our stained-glass Santa and his reindeer intricately carved double front door with antique brass knobs. One has an S, and the other is a C—Santa Claus. I’ve got to hand it to my father. The number of details he infused throughout his home is impressive, all the way down to the welcome mat.

Scuffing my snowy boots on the forever-clean doormat, I pause.

Wait.

Home of Mr. & Mr. Claus.

I swallow thickly at Pepper’s new addition to our home. It’s perfect.

The scent of vanilla and peppermint swirls through the air as I open our front door to be greeted by a…

Holy Christmas.

“What are you doing, Pepper?” My jaw nearly hits the floor as my elf, my beautiful, perfect elf, stands at the top of the curved staircase, naked, with a hard-on and a smile. “Pepper?” I croak when he pokes his rosy, red cock through the toy soldier-carved spindles.

Giggling like a menace, he turns and races down the hallway. His bare feet slap against the hardwood, echoing through the oddly quiet house. A door opens and closes.

“What are you up to?” I set my sack by the door and toe off my boots before I set out to find this naughty elf of mine.

Taking my time, I pass our bedroom door and notice a reddish glow from beneath my father’s old room. The one Pepper’s been working in for weeks but won’t let me see inside.

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