His Christmas Delivery

by Pixie Chica

  “What?”

  “I know all about your ex, Tim. He came over here telling me, you weren’t over him but you know what? I don’t fucking care, I’ll take being your rebound. I’ll take being the guy who came after the love of your life. I don’t even need you to tell me. I’m giving my two weeks’ notice as soon as we get back. I’ll work part time at The Lounge. I’ll fucking hate it, but you’re worth it.” I say all at once.

  “John, stop that’s not.” He says covering my mouth, but I push his hand away.

  “Let me finish. Kent, you’re mine, fuck that guy he didn’t love you enough, but I do. The minute I heard the door slam I knew you were pissed and I fucked up. But I came straight here, that’s got to count for something. I know I’m not perfect and I can’t guarantee you won’t get mad at me again. I’m hot headed, bossy, and probably all the wrong damn things for you, but I can’t see myself with anyone else. So…” My heart thumps so loudly, it feels like the whole room can hear it. Falling on one knee, my hand shaking, I take his in mine. “Kent, we’re getting married. You can pick the day, you can pick how, but we’re not leaving without this commitment from you. I don’t have a ring, but as soon as we get out of here, we can go get one. I tried to think of all the possible outcomes that involved me walking away. Not a single one was doable. So there’s only one plan, making you love me.”

  “You crazy man, I already do! Tim was never a thing.” He says and he pulls me up to my feet. He wraps his arms around my neck and kisses my lips. Our tongues dance together, each of us not wanting to stop. I can feel him in every part of me, he’s the man I never knew I was waiting for. His kiss is much like him, sweet, but passionate. I can’t get enough of him. When the kiss ends, I can’t help but smile at him. Such calm falls over me, and all the anxiousness I was just feeling leaves me, although my hands are still shaking.

  “Here in front of everyone as our witnesses, I’m saying yes to you because you stole my heart with just one look, melted me with just one smile. That first day I wanted nothing to do with you, and your damn suit, and what I thought would be a rigid man with no emotions. Hell I gave up when you ignored me all night but you just kissed me in the middle of this bar, and I know that wasn’t easy. And you don’t have to quit, but if you even once pull that shit again, you’ll be in the literal dog house.”

  “Deal!”

  Once everyone calms down from their applause, we sit together in the same booth, and I have him sit right next to me even if it looks tacky as all hell. I need to be close to him and feel like this is real. We are mid brunch when his earlier words strike me. “Wait when you said that Tim was never a thing what did you mean? Did you not love him? Not that it matters, but it would make me feel a bit better, seeing as you’re the first man I’ve ever loved.

  “Exactly what I meant; Tim was never a thing. The idiot asked me out once and I did the polite thing accepted then excused myself telling him it wasn’t going to happen. I’ve dated, but never once felt what I feel for you.”

  “Exactly the same baby.” I say wrapping an arm across his shoulders, and he lays his head in the crook of my neck.

  “I have to say, you all are quite fast movers up in the North Pole, three for three. I was determined to be single next year. It was supposed to be the year of Kent.”

  Looking down into his eyes I kiss his lips softly. “It’s still going to be the year of Kent. Only I’m going to be the one championing all of your glories.”

  “Aren’t you just the charmer?”

  “Only with you.”

  December 26th…

  Making our way to the front of the trolley, I can see the girls are waiting for us outside. What they don’t know is that I’m arriving not only with Kent, but that we’re engaged. As it comes to a stop, I tell Kent to stand back for a second so I can surprise them.

  “There you are! Took you fucking long enough, where’s my Kent? You didn’t fucking hurt him, did you? I like you, but I will stab you in the dick!” Crystal says pushing past me and up the bus. I head over to Brandie excited to hug my friend who’s just as thrilled to see me.

  “Listen, I heard all about John being an uptight prick, so I got margaritas at my house, and it was a surprise, but what the heck, I got you a stripper.” Crystal says, glaring at me like I did something wrong, and I can tell Kent is still messing with her. At the mention of strippers my eyes go wide. Oh no. “Um… I hope that stripper is for one of you ladies, because he’s taken.” I say when he stands next to me. I lay a possessive arm around him.

  “Oh my god, you guys really did get together! I knew it! I knew it, knew it, knew it! Pay up buttercups!” Grace says to the other two, who only roll their eyes and pull a twenty dollar bill out of their pockets.

  “Are you serious? You were betting on whether we made it or not? I’m appalled.” I act shocked, but I’m really not.

  “Yeah and I’m out twenty bucks. Fucking A, I swear John the one time I need you to be your anti-people self you falter.” Brandie says acting pissed.

  “So when did you guys become official, because I never thought you’d find a boyfriend, after your ‘I’m living for me and only me’ Kent speech.” Crystal replies.

  “Not boyfriend, I slid right through that and into fiancé zone. I’m not letting him get away from me.” I inform them, showing them both our matching rings.

  Chapter Five

  Kent

  New Year’s Eve…

  Damning myself for getting out so late, I try and make a sprint to the house. I was going to miss the call from my fiancé, my phone being dead and all. He’d gone over with Joe to do some damage control with one of the toy making companies threatening to pull. Not even 2 weeks ago I had chastised him for working late and here I was doing the same. But I got it, once you became part of the Claus Clan, it was every part of you. The need to be part of bringing joy to the world was unlike anything else. Within days of being here I was fully committed to being part of the mission.

  That didn’t mean I wasn’t going to hear it from John, who tried to tell me this would happen. Making it home in record time I unlock my door. I had five minutes before he called and needed to get my phone on the charger ASAP.

  The first thing I notice that is amiss is the lights are on. I turned them off. I’m always so adamant about turning lights off, I know something is going on. Taking a couple steps in, the scent I haven’t been able to forget since the first day I met John, hits me. I know the house always smells like that cologne that drives me wild, but just today I had to spray some so it would keep me company. There was just no way. Shaking my head at the absurdity of the situation, I make it all the way into the hallway. I must be more tired than I felt that was the only explanation for it.

  Dropping my bag on the floor, I look up and have to blink twice, not sure if I’m seeing this shit right or if I’ve fallen down some crazy rabbit hole. There in front of me is my fiancé, in his birthday suit except for a gift box that is strategically hiding a different kind of package. This man is seriously holding a dick in a box, and I don’t know if I want to laugh, run away, or jump him.

  “Um… what do you think you’re doing?” I ask trying really hard to contain my need to grin.

  “I’ve come to give you your Christmas Delivery, it’s been sitting here waiting for you to claim it.”

  “Isn’t a little late for Christmas presents?”

  “Not in the North Pole. Besides I had this specially marked for you. You should have been here hours ago, aren’t you going to open it. I figured this was subtle enough to tell you how much I missed you.” He points with his unoccupied hand to the gift-wrapped box. “Dick-in-a-Box.”

  “Subtle? You don’t have a subtle bone in your body.” I say grabbing my bag from the floor and moving past him to the kitchen. I want to see how far will he take this. From the corner of my eye I can see he has followed me, and that ridiculous box makes him walk funny. I can’t take it anymore, and laugh so hard I almost choke from the cough. Wh
ich he doesn’t miss a beat to and says out loud.

  “Shouldn’t my cock be in your mouth when you make that sound?” The fact that he read my mind, and actually said it out loud has me turning around to face him, and the box is now on the floor. Not able to stop myself, my eyes shifting to ‘his delivery’, and fuck did I miss it and him. My mouth waters at the sight of his long, thick, and obscenely aroused cock. His tip is leaking pre-cum and I instinctively lick my lips, a groan leaving my mouth.

  “You really should have told me you were coming home early. I have all these plans and worksheets I have to finish.” I say knowing how bad I’m teasing him right now.

  “On your knees, Kent.” He says his voice raw, gruff, and with an edge I hadn’t heard before. “The only thing you have to finish is sucking this cock.” The way he demands that I obey him, making my own cock ache from the constraints of my pants. I need relief, and my whole plan to torture him falls to the wayside, as I go to my knees. Wrapping my hand around his length I stroke it a couple times as more precum comes out. I roll my tongue over the small slit the first taste hitting my tongue and it tastes so fucking good. The hitch in his breath and the hiss he lets out eggs me on and I wrap my lips around his length.

  His hand runs through my hair grasping it. Taking over he pushes his dick further into my mouth as I hollow my cheeks.

  “Fuck Kent, that mouth.” He grunts out. Taking him all the way to the back of my throat I can feel his body shudder. He’s tethering on the edge of losing control and I want him there. His grasp tightens, almost punishing, and he thrusts into me faster. A moan leaving his lips, the guttural noises from deep inside him, filling me with pleasure. Needing my own relief I undo my pants pulling my cock out and start to stroke it. His cum is dripping out of my mouth and down my beard, making a mess of it, and I know I will have his scent on me by morning.

  His thighs tighten up almost as if he’s trying to cement his balance. I cup the back of his ass, feeling his muscles contract and I know he’s about to release, and I’m greedy for it. Stroking my own length faster, squeezing as I do, needing to find my own release at the same time as him.

  “Fuck… Fuck… Fuck! That fucking mouth is going to be the fucking death of me. I’m going to cum down your throat and you're going to take it aren’t you, baby? Then I’m going to fuck you, and you’re going to let me own that tight ass. Aren’t you, Kent?”

  I nod my response, and let the word yes vibrate from within my mouth. I want to see this man begging for his release, knowing I have the power to bring him down to his knees. “Fuck you’re going to unman me right here.”

  His words become the last push I need as I shoot out the evidence on the kitchen floor. John pushes further, deeper than I thought possible shooting his load as I struggle to swallow it all, some of it spilling out down my chin and to the floor as well.

  Getting up on my feet I go to button my pants, but his hand stops me, and I look up at him. “Take them off, I’m not done with you.” He says, and as if I can’t help myself, I do as he wants. He approaches me as I finish shaking the last pant leg off, slamming his mouth on mine in a kiss that is both hot and feral. His tight hold on my neck not letting me do anything other than open for him to deepen our kiss. His tongue dancing with mine, and I know he can taste himself on me, and the small moans he lets out showing he enjoys it.

  Our fight for dominance continues when I grab hold of him, and push him up against the wall. Closing the gap between us, my cock rubbing against his stomach, the friction causing me to get hard again. Something that always happens when we are together, never getting enough of each other. I land a hard smack on his ass causing him to push even further into me.

  In a swift motion he turns us so I’m now against the wall. “Don’t fucking deny me when I come home. I went half-crazy trying to not march up to your office and take you right there. Not that it’s not going to happen. I want you to smell us every time you’re sitting at that desk pushing your papers, and writing your notes.” He rasps against my ear before biting my neck, and finally landing on my lips again. I’m so lost in the kiss, in the way his hard body pushes against my own, and the control he’s taken from me. Needing to touch him I grab for his hard cock and stroke it letting his cum spread on my fingers and I jack him off. “Fuck, you don’t how much you’re playing with fire right now Kent.”

  “Why don’t you show me then.” I reply, needing him to take me into the bedroom, and show me just how much he’s missed me. Since we came home it’s been like this every night, both of us dead set on showing our love to each other in the most intimate of ways. Some moments it’s loving, and others it’s almost animalistic. It’s especially hot when I tell him no or talk smack back at him.

  “Fine, I guess I need to show you again why I own that ass.” I’m surprised when he lifts me making me wrap around his thighs. The man is built but sometimes his strength amazes me. He’s pure strength, picking me up with little effort. The look in his eyes, says my back talk is about to land me good and fucked.

  He carries us into the bedroom and he drops me on the bed. His mouth is on mine again as he climbs over me.

  “I was going half mad today. All I kept thinking about was this, coming home and making love to you.” He says between kisses. I'm barely able to tell him I missed him too, when he grips my length and starts stroking it.

  “Tell me you need it.”

  “I need it John, fuck me.”

  He reaches over grabbing the KY from the drawer, and pouring it on me as he pushes a finger in while he continues to stroke me. Gradually he pushes another in, fucking me with it. Within minutes I’m moaning asking for him to put me out of my misery. I need all of him. The intimate touches, the way he kisses parts of my body as he does. It’s more than just a carnal need between two bodies. He’s trying to own my soul, and I’m ready to give it to him.

  He pushes his tip into me slowly as he stretches me. The man is huge, and even with all the prepping he did, it still takes him a little bit, but he finally goes in to the hilt. A few slow thrusts at first, and it all clicks into place. This man has ruined me in more ways than one, and I’m glad because there will only ever be one man I’ll love. I get lost in the way he fucks… no makes love to me. Something, I hadn’t had before, my past experiences never being this intimate in nature. I start pushing back into him and a moan rumbles out of my chest.

  “Holy fuck, John you’re killing me. You need to go faster.” I cry out needing him to move. Propping myself onto my elbows our mouths meet once more. The kiss hungrier, more erratic, building this need inside me. The whole house is silent except for his grunts, my moans and the sounds of our bodies making contact.

  “Stroke yourself, I want you to cum all over while I fill you full of me.” He demands through gritted teeth looking at me dead in the eyes. He spreads me wider, my legs bent at the knees and I obey. My own body at the point of insanity from all the pleasure he’s giving me. Making quick work of my length I feel his release fill my ass making the fit impossibly tighter, and hearing him growl out in pleasure makes me do the same. I scream out his name and just like he wanted, I spill all over myself.

  When we're both spent, he pulls me to him, my back to his front, his arm possessively around my middle. His head in the crook of my neck, he kisses it, confessing his undying love to me like he does every night. He really is my Christmas Delivery.

  Epilogue One - Kent

  One year later…

  The last couple weeks had been hell without my John. These trips always seemed to take forever, but duty called. I had been sent to a conference to help with the toy designs. Who would have thought that I’d love the design aspect to toys? I knew I enjoyed working with Grace, but never considered a career in Christmas. Yet, I had been a natural at it, and was a great addition to the family business. Because that’s what they had all become- my family, and I had never felt more loved than by those who took me in from the first day.

  The only part I hated w
ere these trips, and more so being without my better half. While we did call each other every night, it was not the same. But it was all about balance, I made sure not to take more than a couple trips a year. I wasn’t about to become the very thing that chastised my fiancé about.

  Counting the minutes until I get there, I can’t wait to get there. I miss his arms around me, the feel of his chest against my back when we sleep, and most of all I miss his kisses. The loving way he is always so eager to see me at the end of a long shift. The changes in him since that first day were truly remarkable, even going as far as enjoying some of the company of others.

  I speed walk from the stop to my home. I know I should have a car by now, but I enjoy going everywhere with him. Which is why I found it a bit odd that John had not been waiting for me when I arrived, but I’m sure something had come up. As we all know the crazy time at the shop was upon us. Thinking nothing of it I hum along to the song in my head. As I walk by the buildings, the fact that they are mostly closed faintly registers, but not enough to make me question it. My only thoughts of how fucking happy I am going to be when I get to kiss him.

  With a one-track mind I reach the door unlocking it, and yelling out for him. The place is suspiciously dark, and he is nowhere to be seen. After checking every room, and finding no evidence of life, or that he’d been here at all today, I start to panic. Where could he be? Is he ok? Was there an accident at the warehouse? All these questions run around my head, and I try to not let my anxiety get the best of me. Realizing he’s probably at Molly’s place, I pick up the phone and call him. No answer. I call my two besties. No answer. I call the head honcho himself. Fucking nothing. That’s when worry really starts to set in, and I walk frantically out the door, and see the note that is sticking on it that I must have missed on the way here. In John’s unmistakable penmanship it directs me to the Claus’ home.