Christmas Day

Tom and Randall had gone back to Tom’s apartment last night once Randall’s final Santa shift was over. They talked a little bit more about what happened, but then Randall suggested they watch Die Hard, and things quickly escalated. Tom broke out the antlers again.

They awoke the next morning, Tom in Randall’s muscular arms, his biceps squeezing against Tom’s chest, his morning wood digging into Tom’s ass.

Merry Christmas, indeed.

“Good morning, Santa,” Tom said. He dangled a finger through Randall’s messy hair.

“You can’t call me that anymore.” Randall’s eyes squinted open. His raised his arm to block out the sun. “I’m officially no longer Santa Claus.”

“The mystery is over. You’re just regular now. Bummer.”

Randall cocked an eyebrow.

“How does it feel to no longer be Santa?” Tom asked.

“I won’t miss the costume. That’s for sure.”

That led to an awkward silence, not out of memory of the costume, but about what happened next. Randall’s time in Oakville was coming to an end, something Tom was always aware of, but it hit him extra hard now. When he was in the thick of the holiday season, Tom didn’t think much of life post-Christmas. It was in this foggy future that seemed far off, like retirement. Oh, come January 2^nd, I’m going to get my life back on track and learn five new languages…

But January was closer than ever now.

“So Wisconsin next, right?” Tom asked. “Do you have another job lined up?”

“Not yet. I may wise up and go someplace warmer. Wisconsin in January is probably not ideal.”

“Yeah. That’s smart.” Tom got a lump in his throat thinking about Randall moving to some warm, far-flung location. “What do you want to do?”

“I don’t know. Maybe there’s a farm I could work on, or I can work at a luxury resort setting out lounge chairs.”

“What do you want to do, though?” Tom asked. He thought about the track he had been on at The Décor Store, and he wondered if Randall wanted anything like that. Some people weren’t meant for structure. “Do you want a career or anything long-term?”

Randall’s brow creased with gorgeous lines of thought. “I don’t know. It wasn’t something I’d thought about when I was younger. And then I started traveling, and I focused on finding jobs that could pay my way.”

“If you could do anything, what would it be?”

The lines on Randall’s forehead creased in thought. It wasn’t an easy question. Tom knew he was fortunate. He figured out retail was the career for him at a young age. Not everyone was that lucky.

Randall’s phone dinged with the sound of an email. He immediately groaned when he saw the subject line.

“A last minute Dear Santa letter?” Tom asked.

“This guy wants me to be a model. He got my information from my boss.”

An idea clicked into Tom’s head. He sat up in bed. “Why don’t you?”

He could already sense Randall’s objection, but kept going.

“I know. You don’t want to be used for your body. But models can make good money. Maybe you model for a little bit and save up some money until you figure out what you want to do.” Tom kneeled beside Randall, energy flowing through him. “Lots of people have done that. There are people who strip to pay for law school and the actors who take roles in dumb blockbusters so they can work on small, personal films for no money.”

He saw the wheels turning in Randall’s head. He didn’t know where modeling would take Randall. Perhaps all around the world. They might not see each other again, but if it meant Randall could have a future where he would be happy and fulfilled, it would be worth it. Maybe they were only meant to be a Christmas fling. Maybe they came into each other’s lives for a specific reason.

“At least hear the guy out. If he sounds shady or you don’t like what he has planned for you, you can say no.”

“You’re right.” Randall shielded his face from the sun, which was cutting with extra strength through the window. He got out of bed to close the blinds, his pert, firm ass on full display. It made Tom’s mouth practically water.

Tom jumped out of bed and slapped his butt. Since their time was probably coming to an end, he had better make the most of it.

“What was that for?” Randall asked, smirking.

“Just because.”

“Oh yeah?” Randall turned Tom around and slapped his naked ass back. “How do you like that?”

“I hated it. Do it again.”

He slapped it again with extra force. Randall pulled Tom against him, and his thick cock pressed against Tom’s opening.

“Santa, I thought you’d be so worn out from traveling around the world last night.”

“You’d be amazed at my stamina.” He slapped Tom’s ass again.

Tom let out a loud moan. He neighbors were away for the holidays, so he didn’t try to restrain himself. Randall kissed along his neck, tender kisses laced with lust. He grabbed Tom’s chest and palmed his hard cock. Tom found himself bending forward and holding onto the blinds.

“So greedy. Santa just saw you last night,” Randall said. He opened Tom’s cheeks and spat inside. He thwacked his heavy cock against Tom’s raw hole.

And then he left.

“Randall?” Tom heard a commotion in the living room. He went to go check it out, and Randall appeared in the doorway holding the string of lights from his Christmas tree.

“You won’t be needing these anymore this season, right?” Randall held up the lights in his hand.

Tom shook his head no.

“Good. Because somebody’s being greedy with Santa. And somebody needs to learn a lesson.” Randall wrapped the lights around Tom’s chest and arms. These lights were non-toxic and safe for children to chew, so Tom wasn’t worried. Just turned on.

He tried moving his arms to no avail.

“What are you going to do, Santa?”

Tom’s cock was ridiculously hard. Randall quirked a dangerous eyebrow at him and used the rest of the lights as a leash and led Tom to the edge of the bed. He pushed Tom down so that his ass had no choice but to stick straight in the air, defenseless against whatever Randall wanted to do with it.

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 invited Randall 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 the 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?”

“That…I heard you resigned from The Décor Store on December twenty-third.”

“I did.” He had so many WTF looks for Randall. He sat on the curb where his car was. He didn’t care that it was a little wet and sopped through his pants. “I didn’t know sales associates resigning was news.”

“Usually, it’s not. But frankly, you’re not a regular sales associate. I’ve been watching you these past three years. Your annual manager and peer reviews have been outstanding. The mystery shoppers we employ have sung your praises, too.” So do they have mystery shoppers! Tom and Kirsten believed that was just urban legend, a veiled threat managers use to warn employees against treating customers poorly. “Traffic has increased considerably at the Oakville location, and we want to keep you in the fold.”

This also sounded like an urban legend, a retail store fighting to keep one of its Regular Joe employees. Tom wasn’t going to blow this opportunity. “If you think I’m so great, then why have I not been promoted to assistant manager? I do the work of one.”

“We wanted to a few months ago, but Antonio said he spoke to you, and that you weren’t interested. He said you were planning to quit to go back to school.”

“What? That’s not true!”

“I know it’s not. I ran into Kirsten at a Christmas Eve party. My new girlfriend happens to be her cousin, and trust me, she let me know that wasn’t true.”

Tom’s head spun with a million questions. “I’ve wanted to get promoted for so long. He knew that. I don’t understand…why would he do that?”

“I don’t know. But I’m going to have a meeting with him next week.”

Antonio wasn’t into Tom. He knew that for sure. But he just wants me under his thumb. He wants to be admired. Everything Randall couldn’t stand about being Hot Mall Santa Antonio desired. Tom was going to be sick.

“I don’t want to work with Antonio ever again.”

“I understand. Bottom line, Tom. The Décor Store believes strongly in promoting from within and keeping good employees in the fold. We would like you to stay. The next assistant manager position that opens up in the area, I’m going to recommend you for. Would you be willing to relocate?”

Tom looked at the closed motel room door. He thought of all the risks that awaited him. Randall opened the door, looking as handsome as Tom ever saw him in a cranberry sweater and jeans.

“Tom?” Jordan said through the phone.

But his smile. That hit right at Tom’s heart. He knew this was not just a holiday fling.