“Why?” Billy hoped he wasn’t in trouble. Pat shrugged.
“He was pissed when you exploded your machine. I think he wants to murder you.”
“What?” Billy frowned. Pat just nodded.
“Yeah. It was super scary. I’m really sorry for you.” Pat took another bite of his roll, not looking sorry in the least.
“He’s not going to murder me,” Billy said, scoffing. Santas weren’t allowed to murder elves. That would be like Krampus handing out gold stars to children—it just wasn’t done.
“Oh shit, you’re right!” Tulip exclaimed, looking genuinely worried. “He’s going to murder him. He has murder face.”
“He has what?” Billy gave his friend a weird look.
“He does,” Pat said, nodding along. “Total murder face. He’s analpha. I heard he applied to be Krampus, but for some reason the council sent him here. We’re all basically fucked.”
Billy took a second to digest that information. Then he looked at Pat, making sure he had firm eye contact before asking, “Are you seriously trying to convince me that the new Santa is an alpha? And he wanted to be Krampus?Seriously?”
Tulip was going to have to do better than this if she wanted to trick him. Bringing Pat into it was a nice move—he never would have taken the serious elf as a prankster—but the story was just too ridiculous.
“I see it,” Tulip said, like she had a chance in hell of making him believe her.
“That’s so stupid,” Billy complained. He turned to Pat with an exasperated expression. “Pat, I don’t know how Tulip ropedyou into this, but I’m not falling for it. I’m going to sit here and eat my porridge, go home, read my book, and then I’m going to go to bed. I amnot, however, going to walk up to the new Santa’s office and make a fool of myself. Do you understand?”
Pat put down his roll. “I’m not trying to trick you. The new Santa wants to see you after dinner, he has murder face, and he wanted to be Krampus. If I were you, I would not blow him off.”
Billy couldn’t believe Pat thought he would fall for this. Frankly, it was a little bit insulting.
“Nope! Not falling for it!” he said, shuffling porridge into his mouth at a breakneck pace. When his bowl was empty, he rose to his feet.
“You two can find another sucker to con into making an idiot of himself.Like Larry. Good night.”
“Billy, I’m seriously not trying to—"
“Ha! Not falling for it!” Billy interrupted, backing away from the table and wagging his finger. Pat gave him a considering look, shrugged, and then went back to eating. Tulip looked like she wanted to say something, but they both knew that she’d cried wolf way too many times to make anything she said believable.
Billy grinned, pleased that he hadn’t let Tulip trick him. He made his way outside and walked down the path leading to his cottage. It was a nice night, the stars sparkling bright overhead, and the air was crisp and cold. Freshly fallen snow crunched under his pointy shoes as he walked, the sound making Billy smile.
His cottage was warm and toasty, and after changing into his comfiest set of pajamas he made himself a cup of hot cocoaand settled down in the chair by the fire to read.
A nice, quiet night with a good book was exactly what he needed to take his mind off the day’s temporary setback. The idea behind his machine was good—he was sure of it—and with a few tweaks it would work.
This time next year it would be up and running. No doubt about it.
Nick examined himself in the mirror and grinned. Turning around and looking over his shoulder, checking out his back and ass, his grin widened.
He lookedgood.
At first he’d been pissed when he found out that he’d have to wear the red Santa suitevery single dayof the year, but then he’d realized that he was allowed to customize the outfit. He’d gone from being pissed to beingexcited.
Reading the rules carefully to make sure he’d understood them correctly, not wanting the council to come down on his ass, Nick had gone straight to work. He was pretty fucking pleased with the results of his labor.
The last Santa’s baggy old pants and extra large coat were out, thrown in the trash where they belonged, and replaced with a crimson bodysuit that leftnothingto the imagination.
Running his hand down his chest, the silky material stretched tight over his massive pecs, Nick tweaked his nipple and shuddered in pleasure. His cock hardened against his thigh.
Nick had paired the crimson suit with a pair of knee-high leather boots, a black utility belt, and leather gloves. The onlything he’d kept from the old outfit was the hat.
The overall effect was impressive. Nick was a big guy, and the bodysuit did a good job of highlighting that, while the knee-high boots and leather gloves added an intimidation factor to his look that Nick loved.
