Hee, this one's on the naughty side! Tam sent us an excerpt of her new story, The Santa Problem.
The door opened and I glanced up to see one of the elderly security guards staring at us. I looked down and realized how it looked, me without pants and Gavin kneeling at my feet. Granted he was scrubbing my thigh down with soap but...
The guy stared for a moment, then quickly turned and practically ran out of the room as fast as his geriatric legs could carry him. I couldn't stop the laughter. Gavin looked up from his scrubbing. "What?"
"You didn't see him?"
"The old dude who thinks you were down there giving me a blow job."
He quickly stood up, grabbed me by the arm, and pulled me around the corner into an area with mirrors and a small chair. It was separated from the rest of the bathroom by a partial-wall. He shoved me back against the wall. You could only see us if you actually entered the area rather than turned right toward the cubicles.
"What the fuck, Gavin?" His grin was evil. "You're going to get in trouble. I can't afford to support us both if you get fired."
He just smiled wider and dropped to his knees again. He yanked down the front of my underwear. I wasn't hard, I was too shocked, but he leaned forward and took me in his mouth, and about two sucks later I was too big for him to take the whole thing. He glanced up and fluttered his eye lashes. "You want me to stop, Lane?" He licked my balls, knowing there was no way I'd ask him to stop.
I ripped that ridiculous elf hat off his head and grabbed his hair. I pulled his head back and gave him my I'm the boss look. "You have five minutes. It had better be good."
"Oh, baby, you know it'll be good." The smirk made me want to prove him wrong, but when I saw us reflected in the mirror, I remembered where we were. I didn't want to get him in trouble, so speed was probably for the best.
"Then hop to it, elf-boy." God. Maybe I was developing a Christmas fetish. I looked in the mirror again, me in the Santa jacket, him in the elf costume at my feet. Hot. Freaky weird, but hot.
"Oh, yes, Santa, whatever you say." He cooed. Okay, crossing over into too weird, but then his mouth was back on me, taking me as deep as he could, so I didn't care much. He began sucking with a vengeance, doing this little flippy thing with his tongue as he pulled up that made me crazy.
If you want to find out whether they get caught or not, read the rest of Tam's Christmas short, The Santa Problem, published by Torquere. Gavin is a very naughty elf.
Lane would do most anything to make his live-in love Gavin happy, but this is taking things too far. Just because Gavin can’t find someone to play Santa at his office building doesn’t mean it’s Lane’s problem, too. But Gavin can be very persuasive when he wants his way, and Lane may be taking on more than he can handle in order to keep his man content.