Randall plopped down on the couch with his legs spread.Tom couldn’t tell if he was hard.Even though they kissed in the bar, it was still a possibility that he actually wanted to watch a movie.
“Do you want anything to drink?”Tom asked.
“I’ll take another beer.”
Tom pulled two bottles of the Half-Acre Daisy Cutter from his fridge.Now that he was home, he could drink again, and he needed to.He took a gulp before he left his kitchen.
“Thanks.”Randall took his beer.
Tom sat beside him and played the movie.Any fears and doubts he had about this night vanished the second John McClane got inside Argyle’s limo.That was when Hot Mall Santa put his arm around Tom.By the time McClane arrived at Nakatomi Plaza, their tongues were in each other’s mouths.
I am making out with Hot Mall Santa.I might get to see Hot Mall Santa naked.
Tom melted to his touch, though not to the cheap material of the Santa suit that rubbed against his cheek.He thought the Oakville Mall would’ve sprung for a better quality costume.They had a Neiman Marcus, after all.
Tom was ready for any and everything.When you had the opportunity to hook up with a guy like this, you made the most of it because you didn’t know when or if the gods would ever be this kind to you again.He grabbed at Randall’s faux fur-trimmed lapels and pulled him closer, shoving his tongue into his pretty, Hot Mall Santa mouth.His hands traveled across his chest and tumbled down his washboard ads.Tom had thought that washboard abs were something that only existed in cologne ads.Speaking of cologne, Randall smelled fantastic.A dash of cologne, but mostly some natural sexy man scent that was pure pheromones.Hot Mall Santa Sweat, the new fragrance by Calvin Klein.
He surprised Tom with tender kisses.He pressed against Tom’s lips then cheeks then neck.It was almost intimate.
“You’re really fucking sexy,” Randall said.
Me?Have you seen yourself?Tom would’ve said the same thing back to him, but sexy couldn’t be used to describe Hot Mall Santa, not when it’d just been used to describe a mere mortal like himself.
Tom racked his brain for an appropriate compliment.“You’re super-duper fucking sexy.”
Super-duper fucking sexy?Not his finest moment.
Tom distracted from his subpar wordplay by straddling Randall.He felt something hard brushing against his most sensitive area.God, he wanted it so bad.He wanted to savor every inch of this man’s body like it was Godiva chocolate.Tom grinded against the hardness.This is how you give a fucking lap dance, Kirsten.Randall let out a deep moan that vibrated in Tom’s mouth.He grabbed Tom’s hair and held his mouth in place for very non-tender kisses.Tom grazed his fingers over his scruffy cheekbones, then his ear lobes.Yes, even the man’s ears managed to be super-duper fucking sexy.
“Yeah,” Randall whispered out in his deep voice.Tom grinded against him, letting his thick erection put pressure on his ass.
Tom pushed at his Santa jacket, and Randall whipped it off without taking his lips off Tom.Tom felt the rope-like cords of his muscles and shoulders.He could’ve bench-pressed all eight reindeer at once.Tom couldn’t wait to get manhandled by those arms.He reached under his sleeveless undershirt, and he could hear the angels sing out.That chest.Those abs.No fabric between them anymore.Tom could feel all the heat his muscles had to offer.
In the background, Alan Rickman said something smarmy.Without detaching himself from the hottest of mall Santas, Tom reached for the remote on the couch arm and turned off the TV.
“I think movie time is over,” Tom said.“Spoiler alert: Bruce Willis saves the day.”
“Which way is your bedroom?”
“That way.”Tom pointed to the hall.It was a one-bedroom apartment, so it wasn’t like he had to give turn-by-turn directions.
Randall lifted both of them up and carried Tom to the bedroom.He threw him down on the bed, which thankfully, Tom had made before leaving for work.That didn’t always happen.He couldn’t excuse the rest of the mess in his room, but it wasn’t like Randall was looking.His dark eyes were fixed solely on Tom.
Tom leaned across the bed to reach into his nightstand.He took out condoms and an extra-large bottle of lube he got the one time he borrowed his mom’s Costco card.It was the more economically prudent option.
“I have my own condoms,” Randall said, standing over the bed.
“Oh,excuseme.”
“I have to use magnums.”He took out his wallet and removed one such prophylactic.
“Okay.”Tom stifled a laugh.He’d heard that line from guys before.It was never true.“Sure.”
Randall dropped his Santa pants in one fluid motion and his jumbo-sized cock shot up in the air, like a middle finger to Tom.Like a whole bunch of middle fingers.It was just as long as it was thick.
Holy shit.Tom wasn’t sure a magnum would do the trick.
“You literally have a North Pole in your pants.”
