Santa's sleigh flew live and in color through the white storm all around him. Cameras were positioned at every angle. All were working perfectly. We could watch as if we were right there with him. It was impressive.
Fallon’s eyes widened. These cameras and angles were private for our team only. This was the first time Fallon had seen anything like this.
“Wonderful, isn't it?”
His head moved back and forth. “Wonderful doesn't even begin to describe it.”
I leaned in closer to him and whispered. “How are you feeling?”
“Elated. Thrilled. But if you're asking about the other matter, I'm functional for now.”
To my alpha self,functionalwasn’t enough. As a co-worker, it was somewhat acceptable.
“You don’t have to stay here all night,” I said softly.
“I want to try. I want to be here.”
Fallon didn’t have a desk in Control anymore. But I found him a seat with a computer and sat him down, then brought a chair over so I could sit next to him. Whatever that might imply to others, I didn’t care. I did care about my team, but I was keeping things private at this time until Fallon and I had a chance to openly talk. I desperately wanted to know what he was thinking.
Santa began relaying information back to us in a low, professional voice. We would never lose radio contact this entire night and on into Christmas Day until his return.
Fallon’s scent, now that his coat was off, permeated the air around me. I could smell the powder he’d used to try to cover it. Luckly, no one else was reacting to it. I figured it was my proximity that allowed me to scent him.
No complaints. I loved his scent. But at work I preferred not to walk around with a pointed bulge in my pants. I did my best to focus on the screen and listen to the reports.
So far, so good.
“This is exciting,” Fallon said. He smiled, bouncing a little in the chair.
Adrenaline coursed through my system. Mostly, for him. But this was certainly the most exciting night of the year in Santa’s Village.
“It never gets old.”
For the next two hours, we followed Santa’s course as he began his deliveries. Lance brought by a tray of cocoa with marshmallows. The entire staff at Control was having some. Celebrating.
Actual footage of Santa became like a fast-paced film, sometimes blurred as time stretched for him but compounded into a few hours for our live feed. And then there were things beyond our understanding. Though the sleigh was huge, the compartments and the back of the sleigh were too small for allthe toys Santa actually delivered. He had his red bag, but it was full of tricks he’d never revealed to a single soul.
When Fallon began to adjust his seating and squirm harder, I didn’t miss a thing. “Do you need us to go home?”
His head dropped. “I want to be here for Santa’s return.”
That was hours away. “We can go and come back.”
I could tell my suggestion made him uncomfortable.
“Your decision,” I added.
He nodded.
But too soon, he was out of his chair and running to the restroom. I badly wanted to follow but stayed put. My fingers itched to trail through his hair, trace his face, cup it. Warm arousal pulsed at my lower back and through my balls to my cock.
About ten minutes passed before Fallon returned. He looked great. But his eyes were downcast. Without a word, he sat beside me.
“Okay?” I asked.
He nodded.
“We can slip away to your apartment and come back here right after.”
