Vic reminded him, “Matty, I’m not Santa.”
“Are you sure?” Matt leered up at Vic,grinning. “You sure look like him.”
With relief, Vic spotted his aging Corollaand angled them toward it. When Matt groped Vic’s cock through hispants, Vic swatted his hand away. “Not here, all right? We’ll behome soon enough. Then we can—”
“Why not here?” Matt dodged Vic’s slapand latched onto his lover’s dick again, giving it a healthysqueeze Vic felt even through the double layer of clothing he wore.Shivers of delight spiked from his groin up his spine, and everynerve tingled with anticipation. Matt was right…why nothere?
Rowdy laughter behind them brought Vic to hissenses. He helped his staggering lover to his car and propped Mattup against the passenger side as he fumbled to get his key into thelock. “We’ll be home in no time,” he promised, holding the dooropen so Matt could fall into the seat. Vic leaned in after him and,as he cinched the safety belt across Matt’s chest, he stole a quickkiss. “You’re drunk.”
“And horny,” Matt reminded him. He grippedthe front of Vic’s jacket in his fist and held Vic down for anotherkiss, this one longer and more intimate than the first. “Drivefast. I got your present right here…”
He guided Vic’s hand between his legs—sureenough, the bulge there promised a fun evening ahead. With onefinal kiss, Vic backed out of the car and shut the door behind him,then skirted the back of the vehicle to the driver’s side. He slidthe key into the lock and turned it, but before he could getinside, he heard a sleepy little voice nearby call out, “Bye,Santa!”
Vic glanced over his shoulder. Two cars over,fellow employee Len Carlson held his son Brucey in his arms as hiswife unlocked their van. Brucey waved at Vic with one small hand,then yawned widely. Len caught Vic’s eye and smiled. “Someone’sready for bed.”
With a laugh, Vic admitted, “He isn’t theonly one. Are you on the schedule much this week?”
“Tomorrow through Christmas Eve,” Lenadmitted. “You?”
“Monday and Tuesday.” Vic gave the guy asheepish grin. “I’m off after that until after New Year’s.”
Brucey sat up, suddenly all ears. “But youhave to work Christmas Eve, right? That’s Wednesday. Youhave to work Wednesday.”
Len laughed and patted the kid on the back tocalm him. With a wink Vic’s way, he said, “Sure, Brucey. ChristmasEve’s Santa’s busiest day.”
“Night,” Brucey corrected. “He comes atnight, Daddy. Not during the day.”
Vic had to get out of this outfit, thesooner, the better. With a final nod at his coworker, he sank intothe driver’s seat and plucked the Santa hat with its itchy wig andbeard off. He tossed it into the back seat and started the engine,turning the heat up full blast as if that would warm the car up anyquicker. Rubbing his hands together for warmth, he watched hisbreath fog up the windshield. “You know what that kid told me?” hesaid to Matty, shivering at the cold air blowing out of the car’svents. “Earlier, when he came up and sat on my lap. He said I hadto be sure to get something for his sister because she was in thehospital and couldn’t make it tonight. Some sort of horse ridingaccident. She’s only twelve.”
The only sound came from the vents. Vic blewinto his hands to warm them. “Matty?”
A long snore rattled from deep in the back ofMatt’s throat. Vic glanced over—Matt’s head rested against thewindow, his arms crossed in front of his chest, eyes shut and mouthslightly open. As Vic watched, Matt mumbled somethingunintelligible and shifted into a more comfortable position in hisseat. He was either too tired to stay awake or passed outshit-faced drunk, one of the two.
Either way, Vic knew he wouldn’t be gettingany loving once they made it home. He’d have to carry Matt up totheir apartment, undress him, and put him to bed. Sure, he couldtake advantage of the situation—they were lovers, after all,and Matty wouldn’t object—but Vic wasn’t that kind of guy. The bestpart of making love was mutual, both giving and receiving,pleasing and being pleased, not just getting off. If it came tothat, he had two hands and knew how to use them.
Should’ve said yes when he wanted to do ithere. Vic leaned across the gear shaft and kissed Matt’s slackcheek. “Love you,” he whispered.
“Vic,” Matty murmured sleepily.
In his lover’s voice, Vic’s name was all thereply he needed.
* * * *
Sunday morning, Vic woke to the amazingsensation of something rubbing a lazy figure eight around and overand under his nut sac. As he drifted toward consciousness, thetender touch tingled through him, awakening his senses one by one.Slowly he became aware of a low heat burning in his groin; like astoked fire, it began to spread, first stiffening his cock, theneasing into his belly, where it stretched toward his chest andhead. He moaned and shifted a little to try and dispel the suddenache settling into his balls. One hand fisted in the pillow underhis head, while the other strummed over his stomach, seekingrelease.
Something caught that hand before it reachedhis cock. He felt warm, damp lips leave tiny kisses on eachfingertip in turn, then in his palm, then on his wrist. No longerable to feign sleep, Vic opened his eyes to find Matt’s cheekcradled in his hand, his lover’s dark green eyes clear and brightin the scant light peeking through their bedroom curtains.“Morning, sexy.”
Vic growled deep in his throat, a lusty,hungry sound that threatened to break into words but didn’t quitemake it. He wasn’t a morning person, a fact his lover liked toexploit when possible. Now as he watched, Matty opened his mouthand stuck out his tongue, curling the tip around the end of Vic’sforefinger. Matt’s gaze never left Vic’s face as
