“Did I catch you at a bad time, Santa?” I ask.
That gains me a smile, so I cross the space between us and start rubbing some of the soot from his cheek.
“Not at all. I was just checking if you were a good boy this year,” he says, his hands snaking around my waist but landing on my butt.
“What do you think?”
He bites his lip and pretends to think for a moment. “I think you tried really hard to be good, but ultimately you gave in to temptation. I’m afraid you get a piece of coal in your sock.”
I twist my nose. “Is there anything I can do to reverse this outcome?” I pull him closer so he feels my dick harden between us.
Curtis’s breath catches. “You could let me see if I can fit up your chimney, but that would still make you a bad, bad boy for giving in to your temptations.”
“Oh really?” I ask. “Because the last time I went up someone’s chimney, they were praying like they found a new religion. That’s a good thing, right?”
“I suppose you have a point.” He releases his hold on me. “I should check on the cinnamon buns.”
I reluctantly let him go. He goes toward the oven, stopping midway and turning back to me.
“Wait…” He shakes his head. “Hold on, cinnamon buns first.”
I’m rooted in place until he’s satisfied the cinnamon buns are ready to be out of the oven, which makes the whole cabin smell even nicer. He sets the tray on the stovetop to cool and then comes over to me.
“Did you say…what I think you…said? I mean…you said…your chimney…”
I laugh. “Yes, I said what you heard, and I meant it.”
“But…”
I take his hand and lead him to the sink, getting a cloth wet so I can clean the soot from his face. He looks adorable, with his big green eyes, blinking like he can’t believe me.
“Look, I don’t know how to say this, but I’d like to try having you inside me. I understand if it’s not your thing. If you prefer to bottom. I just thought that since we were experimenting, maybe I could do it with someone I trust.”
His mouth is open. He closes and opens it again as if trying to find the right words.
“Um…I used to be more versatile when I was younger and mainly with guys my age. We all experimented both ways to figure out what we liked. I found that I prefer to bottom, but I don’t mind topping.” He takes a deep breath. “Holy Christmas morning.”
“Shall I take that as a yes?” I ask to make sure this is really something he wants too.
“I’d be honored to be the first…um…person to go up your chimney.”
“Good. Oh, there you are,” I say, removing the last bit of soot from Curtis’s face. I lower my lips to his, letting them linger and sucking his bottom one lightly. His breath hitches as he wraps his arms around my shoulders.
I lift him and set his ass on the counter. This way, he’s taller than me, which gives him an advantage he doesn’t often have. He takes over with a hunger that matches mine.
Fuck, why hasn’t kissing been like this all my life?
When I break the kiss, we’re both a little breathless. I’m hard and too hot for the clothes I’m wearing.
“Merry Christmas, Riley,” he says. “Thank you for letting me spend this time with you.”
“Merry Christmas, Curtis. I’m the one who should be thanking you. On my own, I would have spent all my time finding ways to keep busy, so I could stop thinking about you. Now I don’t have to. This is the best Christmas I’ve had in a long time.”
He holds me in a tight hug. “Me too.” When he doesn’t let go, I stay in place, running my hands up and down his back. It must be hard not seeing his friend again, especially now that his grandma isn’t around anymore.
His eyes are a little red when he pulls away, but I don’t see any tears. “Hey, today is a happy day, okay? Let’s have breakfast. I’ll fix the fireplace, and then we can do anything you want for the rest of the day.”
“Can we watch Christmas movies?”
