“I’m gonna go clean up the workshop. After this week, it looks like a bomb went off in there,” he says, leaning in to give Carol a quick kiss on the cheek.
“Okay sweetie. Will you be joining us for dinner?” Her voice full of hope as she glances back and forth between her son and my father. I know her hope is for them to put this tension behind them.
A tight-lipped nod is his answer, and she gives him a beaming smile, patting his cheek.
Turning back to me, I swallow as he moves closer, speaking in a hushed tone so only I can hear.
“Workshop. Tonight. Bring the suit, hat and all.” My eyes widen as his smirk turns devilish.
My balls tighten as my pants, perfectly tailored, feel too tight. Knuckles grazing over me, he quickly glances back at our parents. My eyes flick up too, noting how they still discuss the loading plans for the morning.
His hot breath skates over my skin as his tongue draws a hot, wet line up my neck.
I shiver at his words, like a phantom hand, curl around my already straining length.
“Tomorrow you might be Santa, but tonight you’ll be sitting on my lap.”
Chapter nineNick
December 24th
The world moves at a rapid pace around me. Elves stand in production lines, loading cargo, ensuring everything is ready for my take off in the next three hours.
My mind, though, stays trapped in Kris’ workshop. Flashes of last night pull my attention away from the bustling crowd.
Sitting on Kris’ lap in the sleigh’s cockpit, back pressed to his chest as his cock slammed up into me. His grunts of “Fuck me Santa” playing on repeat alongside the sound of our mingled groans.
If I look closely, I’m sure I could see marks where my fingers have indented into the dashboard as he pumped his seed deep into me, the feeling causing my own to shoot all over the controls.
It took us until the early hours of this morning to drag our hands away from each other, then another hour to clean up all the mess we made in the freshly polished sleigh. My father would be mortified if the sleigh came out drenched in our mingled cum for takeoff tomorrow.
Should I have stayed up fucking Kris most of the night? Probably not.
Even with only five hours of sleep and the long journey ahead, I couldn't bring myself to regret spending another night with him, worshiping each other’s bodies.
My eyes find him across the runway, strapping in the reindeer. Even from here I can see his hair still disheveled, evidence of the hours I spent running my hands through it.
He pauses at each animal, ensuring their new helmets are secure before leaning in to whisper into each of their ears.
When he finishes, his face lifts and he searches the crowd before his gaze falls on me. A small smile crosses his lips before he turns back to Arthur and together they run through the final safety checks on the sleigh.
Even after he has returned to his work, my body remains attuned to his presence, humming with awareness.
I stand amidst the gentle snowfall, my heart clenching as I watch the flurry of activity surrounding me.
This is real.
Inhaling deeply, I take one last look at Kris before jumping into action. I have a few last checks I need to oversee before I need to get back into my suit and make my way up to the village center for the annual farewell town breakfast.
“It suits you.” Carol’s voice startles me from my thoughts, her words echo my father’s. I stand at my office window looking out at the now empty workshop. After months of this workshop overflowing with toys and elves, hard at work, the now baron space feels strange.
I run my hands down my suit for the twentieth time since I put it on. I force a tight-lipped smile, my face unable to hide the nerves coursing through me, but she wraps me in the type of hug that only she can give. Instantly a wave of comfort washes over me.
“You’ll be back in no time. It will be over before you know it and you’ll be wondering how it went by so fast.” She offers and I nod, not knowing what to say.
I have stood here for the last hour questioning my ability to get this job done. If I could be as good of a Santa as every other that has come before me. Could I live up to the legacy set by my forefathers?
She loosens her grip on me, but her hands linger on my face, caressing it gently, her touch warm and comforting, as tears well up in her eyes. “I am so proud of you.”
“What if I mess up?” I whisper, my voice barely audible, scared that someone might hear me. I look away, not ready to handle the look of disappointment on her face.
“Nicolas.” She scolds me as her grip on my face grows tighter. “Do you really think your father never worried about making a mistake?”
When my eyes come back to her, she stares at me, head cocked to the side and a slight smile tips up her mouth. I shrug, burying my hands in my pockets.
“Every morning for the last fifteen years, your father has put on his suit, looked in the mirror and asked me the same question.”
“What did you tell him?” Her smile grows as she grasps one of my hands, dragging me over to the ornate mirror that still stands against the wall in my office, and pushing me in front of it.
“I told him that to the world he may be Santa Claus, but to me he was just Klaus. That no matter what happens out there, here, we still love you.”
I stare at myself. The red suit, with its vibrant color, shines brightly under the bright office fluorescents. Out of the corner of my eye, I can see my hat sitting limply on my desk.
Carol notices where I am staring and moves to pick it up. Walking it over to me, I inhale deeply as she lifts onto her toes to place it securely on my head.
“From today you are Santa Claus, but to us you will always be our Nick. No matter what happens, out there, here, we will always love you.” A tear falls down my cheek at her words and I turn, enveloping her in a hug, pressing my forehead into her shoulder.
