Home for the Holidays: Mr Frosty Pants, Mr Naughty List

by Leta Blake

  “Oh, babe,” RJ murmured, reaching out to touch Aaron’s cheek. He slipped his hand around his neck and tugged him close, holding him against his chest. Aaron melted against him, the tension that had filled him as he’d spoken releasing with a heavy sigh of relief. “You deserve everything good.” He almost stalled out then, wavering between promises he’d never be able to keep, a future he didn’t believe possible, and the undeniable urge to open his heart a crack and be even half as brave as Aaron was being right now.

  His hesitation lasted a breath too long, because Aaron pulled away and wiped at his eyes. “Don’t feel obligated, RJ. If you just want to fuck and move on, that’s on the table too. I’d never ask more from you.”

  Though he kind of just had, hadn’t he? Aaron had balls-out said he wanted to see what they might be, and RJ was being a coward right now. No ifs, ands, or buts about it. Casey and Joel, and definitely Becca, would call him out so hard if they were here.

  Gazing into Aaron’s eyes, he no longer knew which way was up, and yet he knew what he wanted to say. Hadn’t he promised himself during that sunrise on Montmartre to be honest with himself, to live a better life, and to not run away from the things that scared him? Like making a new demo, and visiting his mom, and…and…maybe something that could become love.

  “I don’t feel obligated, and I do plan to fuck you until you can’t walk straight, Aaron,” RJ said, carefully. “But there’s no—”

  “No way this would work. I know.” Aaron began to pull away.

  RJ tugged him right back into place. “You didn’t let me finish. I was going to say there’s no doubt I haven’t felt like this in a long time. And the last time I did, well, it was a disaster. I’ve been in love before—”

  Aaron’s eyes widened.

  “Don’t freak out. This isn’t a declaration. I’m just saying that I’ve been in love before and it ended really badly. So, like you, I’m skittish.” He pushed away his pride and admitted, “Maybe even afraid. But it’s for a different reason than you. My last lover was a drug addict. I lost him to the drugs.”

  “I’m sorry.”

  “Yeah, well.” RJ held himself stiffly, trying not to let those old feelings out. They had no place here with Aaron and his earnest, sweet eyes. Aaron who didn’t even keep alcohol in his house, much less pills and heroin. Christ, Pan… even if they’d never have worked out long term for other reasons, RJ wished him clean and healthy.

  “Anyway, what I’m trying to say is that admitting that I want to see where this goes? It’s a big deal. Understand? I’m not just saying it to make you happy or to get out of an awkward conversation. I’m saying it because I truly want to know where this could go too.”

  “Are you sure, because—”

  “Aaron. Stop. Listen to me. I want to try with you. You want to try with me.” RJ brushed his fingers over Aaron’s cheek again, slipping his fingers into the soft hair by his temple and bringing him close enough to kiss. “I’m not a patient man. So, let’s start now by trusting each other to be honest.”

  “You honestly want to date me?”

  “I’m your lover, aren’t I? Let me love you for as long as I can, or as long as you want me to.”

  “That sounds a lot like a declaration,” Aaron said breathlessly.

  “I guess it is, in its way. A declaration to love you until I go, or until you want me to stop.”

  “I’ve never been loved before,” Aaron said. “I’ve been fucked a lot. But never loved.” He sounded so vulnerable, absolutely terrified, and his hands shook as he reached out to grip RJ’s shirt. “Even if it’s just for a few weeks, it could be interesting.”

  “It could be phenomenal,” RJ said, feeling suddenly certain that given full permission to love Aaron for the next few weeks, he could love him so well that he’d never accept anything less for as long as he lived. Aaron needed that, deserved it. Loving him like this would be like a protection spell: it’d keep him safe forever.

  RJ tugged Aaron into his lap, kissing his mouth and gripping his ass. Aaron gasped and wriggled. Chips and salsa were left uneaten as they pulled off their shirts and lost the fearful awkwardness of the conversation in hard kisses, greedy bites, and tingling nipple play.

  Aaron’s mouth was a dirty thing, making RJ twist and gasp with his teeth and tongue on his nipples. He’d never enjoyed having his nipples tweaked before, but the rough play was tantalizing and urgent. Just what he needed to seal their reckless agreement to have feelings—albeit short-term feelings—and show them to each other.

  Pushing Aaron away from his red, aching nipples, RJ worked to get him undressed. The lights from the tree spangled over Aaron’s pale skin.

  “Good God, Mr. Danvers,” RJ breathed, shoving Aaron’s jeans down to reveal a black, lacy jockstrap. “You were planning to get laid tonight, weren’t you?”

  “By hook or by crook.”

  “Lucky for me those other guys weren’t worth your time, huh?”

  “Lucky for me you know how to discipline an elf gone rogue.”

  “Are you rogue, babe?”

  Aaron lifted his mouth up for a kiss. “I think so. Maybe I’m freed.”

  RJ rubbed their noses together as Aaron closed his eyes and trembled against him. “Santa’s a slaver, you know,” he whispered. “Keeping all those elves, forcing them to make toys.”

  “RJ, just fuck me.”

  “You don’t tell me what to do, Mr. Danvers.” He palmed Aaron’s hard cock pressing against the soft, lacy material, and then took handfuls of his fleshy ass, exposed and cold in the chilly living room. Aaron whimpered, likely from the bruises left behind by the ruler the night before.

  RJ grinned. Time to leave a few more.

  Chapter Twenty

  Sunday turned into more of the same: sleep, more sex, and heading out into the city to grab breakfast and lunch at various establishments rather than make it themselves. That aspect of the fling was eating into Aaron’s budget, but seeing RJ across from him in his favorite restaurants did something to him. It left him feeling proud.

  “I don’t want to go,” RJ said, his things packed up as the flat, afternoon light coming in through the windows.

  “It’s been amazing,” Aaron agreed, leaning against the kitchen counter by the Keurig, a mug of watery hot chocolate in hand. “I’ve never been fucked so many times, and in so many ways, in all my life.”

  “It was an honor,” RJ said, grinning and slinking up to kiss Aaron’s neck. “I don’t know how I’m gonna top what we’ve already done. But I’m going to find a way. Just you wait.”

  Aaron smiled, blushing. “The only thing that would have made it better would be…” He trailed off.

  “What?”

  “It’s nothing.”

  RJ raised a brow. “Do I need to swat that pretty ass?”

  “Promises, promises,” Aaron murmured. “It’s just…it’s fine. We’re fine.”

  “I know we’re fine, baby, but I want to hear what would be better than you nearly going comatose from coming so hard.”

  Aaron laughed, though RJ’s description wasn’t far from the truth. “It’s just…when’s the last time you were tested?”

  “HIV? Or everything?”

  “The works.”

  “Why?” RJ’s smile went sly and filthy. “You want some come play in your life, Mr. Danvers?”

  Aaron blushed harder. “Fuck you. Maybe I do.”

  “I can make that happen. Probably.” He cocked his head and stole Aaron’s watery hot chocolate from his hand, taking a sip. He grimaced. “But what about you, Mr. I Fuck Strangers In Bathrooms? When were you last tested?”

  “After my last hookup. Six months ago.” Aaron stole his coffee back.

  RJ gaped. “What the fuck, Aaron? That long? You can’t do that to yourself, baby. You need sex.”

  Aaron laughed. “Okay, well, what do you want me to say? I’ll fuck strangers in bathrooms much more often after you leave?”

  “No.” RJ’s brows ruck
ed together. “I mean…I don’t know what I mean. I thought this, us…I thought we’d agreed to see where it went while I’m here. That we’d be, at the very least, practice for you to move on to something better than hookups? Something that would last?”

  “Something that lasts isn’t easy to find,” Aaron said reasonably, putting the hot chocolate aside. “I think we’re getting sidetracked in this conversation. I just wanted to know if we could skip the condoms. On my side, we’re good to go. What about you?”

  “Tested when I first got in town, along with a full physical. I’m good to play, too.” RJ’s lips twisted up into the sexiest smirk imaginable, and Aaron went a little weak in the knees. “I need to go home and help mom with the kids until her husband gets home at six, but I could come back later tonight? Yeah?”

  Oh, fuck, Aaron wanted to say yes. He wanted to play with RJ’s come, paint his nipples with it and let RJ suck it off, and have it spurt up inside him when RJ shattered in pleasure, but…fuck. He wasn’t a teenager anymore. He had some responsibilities. Plus, there was school in the morning. The last day. And his mother. Ugh. “I need to catch up on my grading.” He needed to stew a little over what he’d say to his mom too. There was no way he’d be lucky enough to get out of a confrontation tomorrow.

  “What if I come over and work on my music while you do your work? I need to have a few more songs for Chip. It’s too chaotic to concentrate at Mom and Doug’s house.”

  “Why do you always call him Doug?”

  “He’s not my dad, that’s for damn sure,” RJ said tightly.

  Aaron rubbed a hand on RJ’s arm, the cool leather of his jacket under his palm. “Right, but you say it like he’s a stranger somehow. Something about your tone.”

  “He is. He and Mom got together when I was touring, and I met him on their wedding day. He’s fine. She’s happy. But I’m not part of that family, no matter what the kids or Mom say.”

  “Because of Doug?”

  RJ shook his head. “Because this time around she deserves to have a family where everything is normal.”

  “You’re her son. She adores you. Even I saw it the other day.”

  “I know. It’s complicated.”

  “Is it?” Aaron frowned. “I mean, my family’s complicated. Yours seems like it’s just there for the taking. But you’re acting like you don’t want it. You told me the night we met outside of Scruffy City Hall that you’d come back to Knoxville after that sunrise on Montmartre to make a change with your mom. And yet…” He shrugged. “Here you are. Avoiding her.”

  Oh God, don’t let RJ see what a hypocrite he was being. Aaron swallowed hard.

  “Is this your way of saying you don’t want me to come back here tonight? More push and pull?”

  Aaron smiled gently. “No, believe it or not, I’d rather you were here with me.” He stiffened his resolve. “But I think you should spend some time with your family. They’re why you came home.”

  RJ couldn’t seem to find it in himself to argue with that. “Tomorrow night, then?”

  Now that Aaron could agree to. Whatever happened with his mom in the morning, he’d need a good, hard, spanking as a distraction. Hopefully his ass would be healed up enough by then. And how lucky was he to have RJ on hand and eager to deliver just what he needed most? It was too good to be true.

  They kissed goodbye at the door and no sooner had it closed behind RJ’s back than Aaron groaned, wishing he hadn’t sent him away and instead insisted on another night together.

  His phone buzzed.

  Gonna be a long 24 hours. Miss you already.

  Aaron’s heart flipped over, and he sent a kiss emoji back and hardened himself for the night of grading and mental Mom-arguing ahead. No matter what, tomorrow he was going to take charge of the situation. He wasn’t going to give his mother a chance to rake him over the coals. Though the largest part of his plan was to simply avoid her.

  The last day of school before Christmas break was always hectic. With any luck, he could make like a snowflake and melt into the scenery. And if not, then he’d just have to be courageous and take his licks like a man.

  Like he took the swats of RJ’s hand.

  By mid-day, the plan to avoid his mom was going well. Avoiding Lauren was another story.

  “You have that look again,” Lauren said, gazing at him thoughtfully over her coffee mug. She leaned against the door to his classroom, having appeared there like the Ghost of Christmas Present at the start of his free period. Her green, red, and white plaid skirt stopped just above the knee, revealing a line of skin that was a bit risqué by her standards. Her red sweater was tight over her bosom, and she looked like she might even be wearing lipstick. Festive.

  Aaron motioned her in. She shut the door behind her and crossed to him, eyes glittering with disapproval. “Please tell me you hooked up with some Grindr stranger and not our former student again.”

  Aaron wondered what it was about his face that seemed to give away to everyone the fact that he’d gotten fucked again. He didn’t have any beard burn, and he’d gone to bed early in hopes of recovering from his weekend-long tryst, but still… The kids had all given him funny looks again this morning when he’d walked in, along with a few giggles, hisses, and ridiculous ewwws and oooohs. He’d ignored them, of course, but what was different about him after being with RJ? How did everyone know?

  “It wasn’t a Grindr hookup, no,” Aaron hedged.

  Lauren wasn’t an idiot, and her brow arched above a decidedly sour expression. “Why, Aaron? I thought we decided not to go any farther down that path? You’re already in the doghouse with your mother. Or so I heard. Word gets around when you throw a hissy fit at a dance and stomp out on the principal.”

  “I didn’t throw a hissy fit. I’m not the drama queen for fuck’s sake. She is.”

  “I know, I know, but while I want to hear about your mother—why didn’t you call me by the way? I had to hear about it from Jennifer Jenkins, and you know how she distorts things?” She pulled up a chair and sat down by Aaron at his desk. “Never mind—we really need to discuss this mess with your student.”

  “Former student. Very much former.”

  Lauren snapped her fingers in his face. “Aaron!”

  “What? I didn’t call you after the fight with my mother because I had a date.”

  “With RJ Blitz?”

  “Yes.”

  “Why?” She squeezed the bridge of her nose and put her coffee mug down on his desk beside his page-a-day calendar. It offered a decidedly pointed quote by Pema Chödrön declaring that we already had everything we needed.

  “I don’t know, because I wanted to, and don’t you think it’s about damn time I do something I want to do for a change? For me? Because I want it?”

  Lauren stared at him and said slowly, “Your mother is going to lose her mind.”

  “I don’t give a shit.”

  Lauren blinked, stood up, paced away from him, and then came back to sit on the edge of his desk. “Who are you? What have you done with Aaron?”

  “Cute. Look, I didn’t mean to see him again. But he texted me on Wednesday—”

  “Wednesday! That’s the day we talked about it and you swore him off!” Her eyes were round and vehement.

  “I know, but he texted a very civilized message and I ended up replying.” Aaron rubbed a hand over his face. His cheeks were hot to the touch. “So we had a little back and forth then.”

  “Aaron…”

  “Then, Thursday, after the humiliating elf gig at the pep rally—”

  Lauren sighed sympathetically. “That really was too much. Your mother took that whole thing too far. I’m sorry. I feel like I should have done more to put a stop to it. Volunteered myself or something.”

  Aaron waved the thought away. “I think she wanted to avoid any sort of ‘sexy elf’ issues that may have come up by having one of the women teachers dressed up in front of the boys.” Aaron knew he really should admit that it wasn’t his mother
’s fault that he’d stood up in front of all of his students in an elf costume, that it was his own damn idiocy, but he couldn’t bring himself to say it.

  Lauren looked pleased that Aaron thought she was hot enough to bring the threat of “sexy elf” to the middle school pep rally.

  Aaron added, “So I was having a rough day.”

  “You should have called me.”

  “I know, but he texted me before I could.”

  Lauren tilted her head and gave him a narrow-eyed once-over. “Why’d you even give him your number?”’

  “Christ. I’m allowed to give the men I fuck my number, Lauren.”

  “I know, I know, this is just…” She grabbed her coffee, closed her eyes, and sipped it again, seeming to get herself together. “Go on. I’m sorry. I’m listening.”

  “So we texted Thursday. That’s all.”

  “Sexted?”

  “Maybe.”

  Lauren moaned. “He’s a former student, Aaron! What were you thinking? After everything before? With Coach McAllister? That was such a close call for you. And now this?”

  Aaron rubbed hand over his face again, his cheeks even hotter, and leaned back. “For God’s sake, he’s a grown man who’s fucked his way across half of Europe and all of America from what I can tell. He can make up his own mind whether or not to fuck a former teacher. I have no power to lord over him now. He received his entirely well-deserved C-minus from me ages ago. There’s no changing it and I wouldn’t even if I could.”

  Lauren moved from his desk to the chair again, crossed her legs, and glanced over her shoulder to make sure the door to Aaron’s classroom was still firmly closed. “I know all that, and it’s all true. But Aaron it just isn’t done. Former students are…off limits. Taboo. It’s just…hinky.”

  “Normally, I’d agree. But this is different.”