Tom went faster and clenched around his cock.Their eyes connected over the soft light of the radio player and residual light from the houses.Tom loved falling back into Randall’s dick.Randall held his hips in place and fucked him, his animal strength in full focus.All those hours spent lifting kids had given him excellent upper arm strength.Randall didn’t wince under the weight of Tom on his lap.Another benefit to his rigorous Santa duties.
His cock pounded into Tom’s puckered hole.Tom took his hand off the nervous parent handlebar, and stroked himself.He was already close to coming without a hand on himself.Watching Randall’s intense face as he thrust inside was such a turn on.Tom rubbed his cock across his sweaty abs for lubrication.
“Fuck.”Randall went faster, and Tom tightened around him, waiting for the finish.
“Yeah.You feel so good, Randall.”
“We made it through sex without any Christmas puns,” Randall said.
“We did.”Tom arched back.His cock was so fucking hard and red.He whipped his hand up and down as Randall went balls deep inside him.
“MERRY CHRISTMAS TO ALL AND TO ALL A GOOD NIGHT!”Tom yelled as he sprayed Randall’s chest with streaks of come.
Randall shot him an “Anything you can do I can do better” look.
“AND A PARTRIDGE IN A PEAR TREE!”Randall emptied himself into his magnum condom.He pulled out of Tom.
Tom fell back against the glove compartment.He wiped his forehead with the bottom of his opened shirt.“I love the holidays.”
CHAPTER13
Tom had to park in the last row of the parking lot the next morning, but he didn’t care.He could’ve done cartwheels into the mall after the night he had.He had dropped Randall off at his motel early this morning and sangTwelve Days of Christmasat the top of his lungs in the car all the way to work.
He laughed to himself at the women crowding into the mall, no doubt going to see Santa.Well, Santa’s taken, sweetheart.And Tom was taken, taken by guy who continued to surprise him.
Tom waltzed into The Décor Store, put his apron on in the break room, and got onto the floor to help customers.He was assigned to the living room area, which was never too bad unless someone wanted to buy furniture and have it delivered.That was a ghastly amount of paperwork.
Kirsten waited for him in his area, arms folded.
“Dish,” she said with restrained calm.Tom knew he owed her some kind of explanation.
“Hi, do you need help with anything?”Tom asked a customer checking out curtain holders.
“No, she doesn’t,” Kirsten said.“Dish.”
“We’re on the clock.”
“You can’t leave me hanging like this.Ma’am.”Kirsten turned to the customer, who couldn’t be more than twenty-seven.“My co-worker got some last night and is holding back details.”
“Let me know if you need help with anything.Vases are twenty percent off.”Tom pulled Kirsten to the pillow wall.It was sacred ground.No lying here.“Do you want to get us fired?”
“They won’t fire us.We’re the best employees here.”
She did have a point.
“What is going on with you and Hot Mall Santa?I thought you guys were just friends.Was that a date last night?”
Tom gulped down.Randall said he wasn’t in the closet, and Kirsten was one of Tom’s closest friends.He couldn’t not tell her this.She would do the same.
He nodded yes.
She clamped a pillow over her mouth.
“We have to sell those,” he said.
She put back the pillow.Tom turned it so that the part that hit her mouth was against the wall.
“It was a date,” he repeated.
