My Gift From Santa

The snow fell in a hush, no wind to disturb it’s slow decent to the world below. The soft glow of the candles gave the room a rosy orange appearance, whilst shadows teased the imagination as they danced across the walls. The fireplace cast enough heat to warm the body, but I was still cold. The calm cheer of the atmosphere did little to lift my head and clear my eyes. My hand on the window, I stare through the iced glass and snow to the dark world beyond, my breath held each time twin globes gleamed white, then let out in a silent sob when they were followed by the dim red twins. My eyes stray to the clock once more, although only a minute had past. I was waiting for the moment of truth. Would he come?

The clock struck home, and the chimes began. One by one, the hours accounted for themselves. One. Two. Another twin beams appeared and slowly meandered down the white path before it vanished. Six. Seven. Eight. A single beam, with the roar of a bike zoomed past. Ten. I stared at the night, and watched as it blurred. His answer was plain. He no longer wished to be mine, and mine alone.

My fingers left streaks on the glass as I slid my hand down. My heart was leaden in my chest, and my lungs couldn’t seem to hold the air I was struggling to get in. Sounds caught and held in my throat, and tears slid down my cheeks. I stumbled the few steps it took to fall before the fire. Curling up on the soft sheepskin rug, I tugged the blanket from the couch to cocoon in an attempt to stifle the sobs that inevitably broke through the lump in my throat.

I awoke later to the sound of boots walking across the hardwood and the small chiming of bells. I shifted, and found the fire had died, as did the candles. Why then, was the room still bright? I sit up, and the clock on the mantle came into focus. Not even a minute ‘til midnight, and the room was awash with a pale red hue. I look around and find an unexpected, yet not unexplained visitor. His blue eyes glinted with good cheer above his cherry of a nose and white whiskers. He’d taken off his hat, and his bald plate shone in light cast by the worked iron lantern he’d brought with him. I blinked. Ole Saint Nick himself was sitting on my couch as if he did that every day, and looking at me as if I were his best friend, yet I could do nothing but smile and say “ Merry Christmas, sir.”

“Yes, it certainly is, but not in this house.” He sat back, and looked at me knowingly. “Tell me, Seth Patterson, what would you like for Christmas?” My mind went blank. What I wanted? I looked at him, and all I could think of was Darren, and how he never showed up. The missed dates, the barbed remarks, the pain filled nights of my trying too hard and him demanding more, and the other partners he paraded around. Everything our relationship was, and it melted down to something sick and twisted and horrible. I wanted….something meaningful, and someone to share it with. I looked at Santa, and I knew what I wanted for Christmas.

“All I want, is someone who will never let me down. He’ll give as good as he’s getting, and isn’t afraid to be with me. I want a lasting relationship, one where no matter what happens, he’ll always be there for me.” Even as I said it, I knew it’d never happen, that this was a dream, but I had to say it. I had to pretend, even for a little while. I looked away, stared at my hands, which were fisted in the blue coverlet on my knees. Long seconds passed, minutes, and Saint Nick didn’t say anything or move. When I looked up, he was regarding me thoughtfully, one hand stroking his beard, the other tapping quietly on his red knee. When he finally spoke, his voice was warm and kind.

“I must admit, you’re not asking for something tangible like a sports car or an ATV.” I winced, for those had been on my Christmas list of things to get myself. He continued. “You, Mister Patterson, are asking for your perfect partner. Now, this is a tall order in its own right, but it’s not every Christmas that a man leaves his lover alone in favor for a business deal, and not a very important one at that. So, young man, you shall have your Christmas miracle, and I can promise you, he will be your equal in everything.” He stood then, and took hold of his lantern as he walked around me to the fireplace. Turning back only once, he winked, and said he’d even return the atmosphere and the time I’d lost. He went into the fireplace, and vanished. I stared after him, and listened to the seconds tick by. Curious, I hadn’t heard them when he was here…The clock struck twelve, and I fell asleep listening to the chimes that sounded so much like sleigh bells, counting off the hours…


I woke to warmth. Warm on my face and arms from the fire in front, warmth behind. I snuggled back, feeling his hard chest, his strong arms holding me close, his…..Wait. My eyes snapped open and I felt his even breaths on my shoulder. Carefully, I slowly twisted to look at my bedmate. He was tall, having curved around me, I could see his stockinged feet sticking out from the end of the blanket, and his face was above where mine had been. His hair was black as the night before, with highlights of deep blue. His was a classic face, with the high cheekbones of aristocracy, and a nose that was sculpted to suit him. His lips were, in a word, perfect. The lower one full, the upper one thinner, and a squared off chin with the barest of clefts. The chin pointed down to a chest that was broad, and clothed in a brown-black shirt. His skin was tanned, like an Italian, but he didn’t have the structure or face of one…

As I wondered what color his eyes were, they opened and caught mine. I was staring at the softest brown I’d ever seen, drowning in the depths of emotion I saw reflected in their depths. I don’t know how many eons passed, us just staring into each other’s eyes, but the next thing I knew, his lips were on mine and he was pulling me back down.

Heat, pure white-hot heat, and I closed my eyes to bask in it. He nibbled my lips, coaxing them open, and drank me in when I did. Our tongues danced, and I was swept away with what he was doing to me. My hands found places to rest, my left to brace myself on the floor, and my right over his heart. His hand slid my shirt up, the fingertips teasing my skin before toying with my nipples. I gave a soft cry, and he chuckled, low and deep. His other slid down my back, and the fingers dipped under my waistband, finding my hole. He teased me, rimming it, giving me the barest of flicks before sliding my pants down. He broke the kiss only to pull my shirt off, and then he was back. I pulled one leg out of my shorts, and straddled him as he went to work on my member, rolling the balls in my sac, then stroking my staff. I shuddered, fully focused on him and what he was doing to me. He kept it up, pumping and stroking. I had to pull away to get air into my lungs, and he simply moved to lick, suckle and bite my nipples. I could feel it building at the base of my spine, but I bit my lip, trying to hold it off, just for a little longer. He brought his other hand down and toyed with my hole again, inserting a finger and pulling out again. One led to two, and he found my sensitive spot and massaged, squeezing my staff and tugging on my nipple with his teeth. I felt the crescendo, and gave a hoarse cry as I spurted out my climax.

He led me down gently, and got to his knees, pulling his shirt off as he did so. I took in his dark chest, bare of the hair that was so dark on his head, and reached up to play with one of his nipples as he had mine. He let out a breath, and began to coax my body into rising again. I responded, giving back to him more than what he’d given me, tonguing his skin, tasting him. His head fell back and I heard his deep moan, and I sucked him deeper, then pulled back to roll the head with my lips and tongue. My hand came up to massage his sac, feeling the heavy balls and my other stroked him in time with my mouth. He was so big, I had a brief thought of if he would fit or not…

He pulled away, and when I gave a cry of regret, it ended in a moan as he filled me. He went in, and in, and in. Deep inside, filling my up. He found my lips again, and then started to move. Each time he went out or in rubbed that place, and mine twitched in response. I pushed back with my hips, meeting him, matching his pace. I pulled away, and he leaned in more, his lips by my ear. I heard his deep voice, soft as snow and dark like coal.

“Seth, I can feel your need, I can feel your everything. I want you, more than anyone you’ve ever been with before, and more than anyone else will. You’re mine, and I want you to scream my name when you cum.” I felt it building again, stronger than before, and I tried to quicken the pace, wanting him, all of him. He gasped, and twisted his hips, driving even deeper. He spoke, and it was ragged, it filled my aching soul to completion, and as my world erupted in rosy flames, and as he groaned and filled me, I cried the name he spoke, his name.
“VALOR!”


I woke in his arms again, his brown eyes warming me, and his nails grazing my arm lightly. The clock rang twelve, and I smiled, leaning up to kiss him Merry Christmas, wholly looking forward to the New Year with him at my side. In fact, I was looking forward to many Christmas Eves.


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