Vic crossed the room, pulling the white beard on his hat down under his chin. Sadie woofed softly, but a stern look from him silenced her. As he passed the television, he saw it was on but muted—he recognized the characters from one of those old stop-motion animated specials he’d watched as a kid. The remote was on the coffee table, as if Matt had set it there earlier; Vic turned off the TV and sank down to sit on the edge of the sofa by Matt’s long, bare legs.
Gently, Vic ran a hand up Matt’s thigh. Faint puffs of hair stood up beneath his touch, and Matty moaned in his sleep. At the hem of Matt’s boxers, Vic eased his fingers up under the material, gliding over smooth skin, seeking…
There. His fingertips brushed along Matt’s length, which stiffened at his touch. “Matty,” Vic whispered, stroking along his lover’s dick.
Another moan, this one a little restless, and Matt shifted again, this time towards Vic. His lips parted but his eyes stayed shut.
Vic extracted his hand from Matt’s boxers and tried a different tactic. Matt’s T-shirt rode up a little, exposing a narrow expanse of taut stomach—Vic rubbed his fingers over the hint of skin and Matt wriggled in his sleep, one hand trying to pull his shirt down over his belly. With a grin, Vic moved lower, unsnapping the boxers as he went, until the fly lay open before him and he could see the thick, dark pubic hair swirling around the base of Matt’s still-hidden dick.
Leaning closer, Vic softly blew on Matt’s pubes. The hair fluttered and the boxers tented a bit as Matt’s cock took notice. Vic blew a second time, then leaned all the way down to plant a kiss at the root of his lover’s dick. The kinked hair tickled his nose, and his lover’s scent rose around him like expensive perfume. Something butted against his chin—Matt’s cock, still sheathed in the shorts, wanting more.
Always willing to oblige, Vic pulled the open fly down to release Matt’s shaft. It was a glorious length, supple yet firm, veined and darker than Vic’s own pale penis. The tip was a furious plum color, flared and already angling up to meet Vic. As he closed his mouth around the cockhead, he glanced up and saw Matt staring back.
Vic sucked once on the tip of Matt’s dick, then let it slip from between his lips. “So you’re awake,” Vic said instead of hello. He licked out and tasted the salty sweetness of Matt’s hardening cock.
Matt yawned. If he was surprised to find Vic between his legs, he didn’t show it. Instead, he said, “Santa. You’re a couple years too late.”
Remembering the outfit he still wore, Vic grinned. “I thought you wanted me to whisk you away to the North Pole. Be your sugar daddy. Wasn’t that the dream?”
“When I was a kid,” Matt admitted. He stretched and settled into a more comfortable position, his dick jutting up against Vic’s cheek.
Vic turned to kiss the now rigid length. “What’s the dream now?”
With his left hand, Matt stretched across himself and caught Vic’s. The wedding bands they’d exchanged seemed to glow in the light from the Christmas tree as if lit by a fire within the white gold. He fingered Vic’s ring, then reached up to pull off the silly Santa hat Vic wore. “You’re the dream,” Matt told him. “This. Us. You’re all I ever wanted.”
Vic felt his heart swell with love. Before he’d met Matty, he would’ve scoffed at such words; now they struck a cord deep within his soul because he knew they were true. The love they shared was everything Vic had never dared to hope for. “I love you, Matty,” Vic said, his voice gruff with emotion.
“I love you,” Matt assured him. “Santa has nothing on you.”
Taking Matt’s hand in his, Vic kissed his lover’s knuckles, then stretched over Matt to place his next kiss on his lover’s lips. “Lose the suit,” Matt murmured into him. “I like you better naked.”
THE END
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