“You’re still in your Santa suit,” Tom said.
“I know.”
“People are probably wondering what you’re doing in a Santa Suit here.”
“So let them wonder.”Randall leaned in for a kiss.
Tom got to feel and taste those full, warm lips himself.It was like a door to a new world.Narnia maybe, if he’d read those books.Randall pulled away, but Tom wanted more.He had just gotten a hit of the best drug on the planet, and he was having instant withdrawal.
“What are you doing after this?”Tom asked him.
“Dunno.”
“Do you want to come back to my place and watch a movie?”Tom chided himself for such a hackneyed line.
Hot Mall Santa rubbed circles on Tom’s hand with his thumb.“Only if it’s a Christmas movie.”
CHAPTER7
Hot Mall Santa is in my car.
Tom played it cool as best he could.He wasn’t some innocent virgin looking to have his first experience and gee whizzing into his pants.He’d been around the block his fair share.But never with a guy as good looking as Randall.He had the face and the body, and also the personality, too.Despite feeling awkward and inadequate, he’d had fun talking and dancing with him.Tom had fantasized about guys like him.Fantasies weren’t supposed to come true.
They were tonight.
Unless he really did just want to watch a Christmas movie.
“Where do you live?”Tom asked.
“I’m on the other side of town, by the highway.”
“That’s not too far from the mall.”
Randall gazed out the window at beautiful Oakville with its suburban townhouse developments and ample retail chains.
“I’ll bet you can’t wait to go to the next state.”
“Illinois has its charms.”
At a red light, Tom glanced at Randall in the passenger seat.The sly smile on his face nearly ripped the clothes off Tom’s back.
We’re so not watching a movie.
* * *
“This is your favorite Christmas movie?”He pointed at Tom’s TV.It was a large screen he’d gotten on the one Black Friday he ever had off.The TV was the nicest thing in his one-bedroom apartment, with the rest made up of used furniture, discounted Décor Store merchandise, and things his mom had given him.Tom’s uncle owned the apartment complex and let him live here for free.Without that, he’d still be living at home.The assistant manager promotion, and the pay bump it would provide, could not come fast enough.
“Yes.It’s a classic.”
“Die Hardis not a Christmas movie.”Randall shook his head at the screen.
“It is!It takes place on Christmas Eve.”
“That’s only a coincidence.”
Tom actually gave this serious thought on the car ride back to his apartment.Many of his favorite Christmas movies likeHome AloneandThe Santa Clausestarred little kids, and he didn’t want to get it on with a guy while children ran amok on screen.He didn’t want to put on a comedy likeElfbecause he didn’t want Randall laughing and breaking the moment.And if he put onThe Family Stone, he’d instantly get sucked in and forget about the guy on his couch.Deciding which movie to put on kept him calm in the car and restricted his cock from getting even harder.
“It’s a great movie,” Tom said, though he wasn’t the biggest fan of it.Yet it was perfect for playing in the background.And young Bruce Willis wasn’t bad to look at.Neither was old Bruce Willis, to be QH, as Kirsten would say.
