Randall plugged in the lights.Tom’s body lit up.With the blinds closed, the lights twinkled extra bright.
“Fuck me, Santa,” Tom said.“I mean, Randall.”
Randall got close to his ear.Tom could feel the ball of the Santa hat bouncing on his shoulder.“It’s technically Christmas, so I’ll let you have one more day with Santa.”
He pushed Tom down so his face was mashed against the bed.Moments later, he slid two slicked-up fingers inside Tom, and then came the magnum opus, so to speak.
Tom cried out in want, and a little pain, as Randall entered him.He pulled on the Christmas lights as a bridle.Tom felt himself stretch to fit all of Santa.Randall pulled him by the hips.There was no going slow this time around.They were all passion.Tom’s legs buckled under the weight of Randall’s impact.
Randall yanked him up so they could both look at each other through the mirror above Tom’s bed.The lights pressed into Tom’s skin like pinches, but damn if he didn’t look hot being completely controlled by Randall in his Santa hat.Randall wrapped his hand around Tom’s cock and stroked him while banging into his pink opening.
“You didn’t leave any milk and cookies for Santa last night,” Randall said.“Big fucking mistake.”
“Teach me my lesson, Santa.”
They both smiled at this fun banter.It was the best way to burn off the stress of the holidays.And damn if it wasn’t hot hearing those lines come from Randall’s husky, strangled breath.
Randall pulled him against his massive erection, making Tom take him to the base.He squeezed both of Tom’s nipples, then one hand returned to the bridle and the other wrapped around Tom’s straining cock.His balls drew up, and his heart was going to explode out of his chest.
“Fuck.This feels so good.I mean, it doesn’t because I’m being punished for…for something.Fuck.”He shot his load across his bedspread.Streak after streak as Tom emptied himself completely.He collapsed face-first since his arms were tied and his legs were pretty much useless.
“Tom!Are you okay?”Randall flipped him over.
“Yeah.You wore me out.”
Randall re-entered him with Tom on his back.Now Tom could watch his expression that he loved so much.The pained orgasm face.Randall’s cock tore through his ass.Even though he was spent, he still felt immense pleasure from his heavy thrusts.
“Tom…Tom…” Randall said as he came, his eyes in a fog.It was sexier than any Christmas pun.
He lay next to Tom and caught his breath.
“Merry…” Randall began.
Tom kissed him quiet.“Enough holiday talk.”
* * *
Tom invitedRandall to his mom’s for Christmas dinner.Randall couldn’t wait.
“It’s just dinner.There isn’t anything that Christmas-y about it.It’s like a back-up Thanksgiving.”
“My family didn’t celebrate either holiday, so I’ll take it!”He beamed an infectious smile.It was the little things.
After they got showered, Tom drove Randall back to his motel so he could change out of his Santa clothes.Randall packed a bag with another change of clothes since he’d probably be spending the night with Tom again.While Tom waited for Randall to get dressed, he got a call on his phone from an unknown number.The area code looked familiar, but he couldn’t place it at the moment.
“I’m going outside to take this,” Tom told Randall.
It was a warmer than usual Christmas day, with the air slightly balmy, like one of those days better suited to the end of February.The remaining blotches of snow on the ground looked like people who refused to leave a party after it ended.
“Hello?”Tom answered.
“Tom.This is Jordan Benkendorf at The Décor Store corporate.”
“Um, hi.”Tom wished Randall was out there with him so he could shoot him the biggest WTF look ever.Tom had met Jordan multiple times whenever he came to visit their store.He was the regional manager, Antonio’s boss, and would do regular checks.
“I am so sorry to call you on Christmas Day.I will make this brief.I wanted to get in touch with you as soon as I heard the news.”
“What news?”
