by Leta Blake
“How long until other people find out about these disgusting depravities, Aaron? All it takes is one more complaint filed against you. I can’t help you after that.”
“It’s not depraved to want—”
“To sleep with strangers? I certainly think it is! And the school board would agree with me. Imagine if my other teachers were doing that. Picking up random men. Imagine if a parent found out. You see where this ends up, Aaron. With you fired and me humiliated.”
“Picking up random men?” Aaron gaped at her. “Don’t you see? That’s all you’ve allowed me, Mom. Your rules, your refusal to let me be myself, all that leaves me with is what you just described. I don’t have the luxury of real intimacy, or love, or feelings, or even just having someone who cares for me—”
“Stop! This isn’t the time or place!” She looked around to ensure they were still alone. Kids were scooting closer, whispering amongst themselves. A few other teachers had taken notice and were watching with raised brows. “You need to go home. People are staring.”
“You started this.” His statement encompassed so much more than the moment at hand. It covered all the way back to his teen years when his mother had made it entirely clear: if he wanted her in his life, then he couldn’t have boyfriends, couldn’t let anyone know the truth of him. In exchange for her love, he had to hide his feelings, his yearnings, and his needs.
Aaron was a grown man now, yes, but his mother had set him up. First as a mother, and then as his superior, and now he was stuck in a place where the very concept of getting his needs met made him feel selfish, and slutty, and bad. Even when following her rules, he was met with suspicion and disdain from the woman who should have loved him unconditionally, supported him whole-heartedly, and…
He straightened his shoulders. “You’re right.”
“Of course I am.”
“I should go home. I’m not wanted here.”
“Aaron—”
“Monday is our last day of classes before the break. I’ll let you know by the end of winter break whether or not I plan to tender my resignation by year’s end, Principal Shock. Because God knows I can’t keep living like this. Something has got to give.”
She gasped, her eyes growing round. Then she folded her arms over her relatively flat chest, sharp elbows sticking out at angles, and she hissed, “We will discuss this later.”
Aaron shrugged. “Maybe. I’ve got a lot going on this weekend.”
His mother flinched.
Aaron bit back the urge to taunt, “Yes, Mother, I’ll be too busy with illicit and dangerous hookups and fucking a former student to discuss this bullshit any further with you.”
Before he let the bile slip out, he whirled away from her scornful gaze. Without looking back, he stalked from the gym out to his car, slipped inside, and locked the door. Sweat damped his armpits and palms. He wiped his hands on his suit’s pants legs, and then adjusted his rearview mirror to a view of the gym. The blue and white lights from the winter decorations glowed in the high windows, and he waited to see if anyone would follow him to his car.
Lauren wasn’t chaperoning. No other teacher would want to intercede on his behalf in a fight with his mother.
If Doug Ward followed him out, his mother would feel proven right.
Aaron licked his lips nervously. He didn’t know what had possessed him in there. He never talked to his mother or the principal like that. Not even as a teenager. Her love had always felt far too easy to lose.
When no one came, Aaron started his car with shaking hands and drove off school property. Heart racing, he pulled into the shadowy parking lot of a nearby church, choosing a spot well away from the building and out of sight from the main road. The church was dark, but the Christmas décor—big, fat green wreaths with gold and white bows—were still visible in the shadows. Aaron stared up at the cross stabbing into the night sky from atop the church’s spire. There was a lot to unpack in that symbol and he didn’t have the time or energy for it tonight.
He glanced toward the clock on his car dashboard. As bad an idea as it had been to invite RJ over at all, Aaron was grateful for the distraction now. Without RJ and the night of sex ahead, there was no doubt he’d have gone straight to the grocery store, picked up ice cream, chips, and Double Stuf Oreos before holing up in his apartment to gorge on junk while reliving every single moment of his conversation with his mother again and again.
She wouldn’t call him. Not tonight. And maybe not tomorrow. Heck, it was possible she wouldn’t call at all. She liked to let him stew and let him be the one to beg for forgiveness whenever they’d butted heads in the past. Not that they’d ever had words like they’d had tonight. Not even after the divorce. Not even when she accused him of loving his dad best. Aaron had always tried to placate and soothe her. What had come over him at the dance?
Thank God RJ would be over tonight. He’d be the best distraction. Aaron doubted he’d be able to give his mother’s bullshit a second thought once RJ put his big hands on his body. Pulling himself together, Aaron left the church parking lot and directed the car toward his apartment.
Ruthlessly, he pushed pause on the automatic replays of his argument with his mom to make a mental list of all the things he needed to do to prepare. He wanted to shower and douche. Aaron wasn’t a believer in douching before every anal encounter, since he ate a good diet of fiber-rich foods and everything down there was usually in good shape for spontaneous fun. But tonight, he wanted to be extra cleaned out, because he wanted to go long and hard.
Then he’d change his sheets and put some easy-to-wash blankets on the sofa in case they got into any play out there. He planned to quickly vacuum, as well as make sure everything in the bedroom looked tidy and neat. And he wanted to make sure Constance’s litter was scrupulously clean after the disaster of last time.
He needed plenty of time to don the elf costume. He wasn’t sure if he was in the mood now for such a playful game, but he didn’t like the idea of his mother winning either. If he let her strip away all the joy and fun from his “illicit and dangerous” fling with RJ, then what was even the point of having it? Still, he wanted enough time to put the costume on and get back out of it again if he decided it wasn’t the direction he wanted to go after all.
He’d opened a giant can of worms with his mom, but he wasn’t going to let that destroy his chance to get thoroughly and completely banged by a super-hot former student. The one with a killer smile, big hands, and a sweet disposition. As he made his way home, he concentrated on his memories of RJ’s body—his weight on top of Aaron, the width of his ridiculous cock, and the way he’d taken Aaron apart with pleasure the last time they’d hooked up. The images almost banished the gut-churning nausea left over from his encounter with his mom. They definitely left him straining with anticipation for the worry-obliterating events awaiting him.
Even if he couldn’t expect love from RJ—or anyone, really—he already knew he’d get pleasure and respect from the man. That was more than he could say about most people in his life right now. The winter break would give him the space he needed to figure out if he’d meant what he said about resigning. And who knew what his mother would be like come Christmas Day if they hadn’t made up by then?
At least tonight, he’d be fucked until he was nothing more than a quivering, warm pile of relaxed muscles. Blissed out on his self-procured Christmas gifts: RJ Blitz and his wondrous cock. And it would be worth it.
Of that Aaron had no doubt.
Chapter Fourteen
“Oh damn, baby. How did you know?”
Aaron held open the door to his apartment a little longer than usual, staring at RJ in shock. His nipples rose in the cold air, barely hidden beneath the elf costume’s vest. He’d decided against wearing the entire thing and settled for just a few of the pieces.
“How did you know?” he whispered, confused laughter bursting from his chest. He tugged RJ inside, blocking Constance’s dash for freedom with his stockinged foot, and quickly shut th
e door.
RJ reached out to stroke a hand down the elf costume’s green, velvet vest decorated with gold buttons, and worn over nothing but the green-and-white striped elf tights. “Did you wear this to the dance?” RJ growled, possessive disbelief lining his words.
“Of course not.”
“So it’s all for me?”
Aaron raised a challenging brow and stroked over the red cloak with white fuzzy trim wrapped around RJ’s shoulders. He tweaked RJ’s red hat with the white fluff ball at the end. “Yes. And this is all for me? Santa?”
RJ grinned. “You’re on my naughty list, Elf.” He reached into the leather backpack he held loosely in one hand and pulled out a ruler decorated with a messily tied red bow. “This is all you’re getting in your stocking this year.” Then he shoved it back in his bag. “But that’s for later.”
Aaron hissed and swooned into RJ, lifting his mouth up for a hungry kiss.
When they broke apart, Aaron asked, “How did you know I was going to dress up for you?” He tugged RJ deeper into the apartment and led him over to the sofa to shove him down.
RJ complied easily, his long arms draping sexily along the top of couch and his lanky legs spreading wide, revealing the bulge in his blue jeans. “I didn’t. We’re just in sync.” His dilated eyes roamed over Aaron, and then his hands did too. “C’mere.”
Aaron straddled RJ’s legs and let RJ slide his fingers over his exposed arms, into the vest to tweak his nipples, and then down to cup and squeeze his cock. “Mr. Danvers, I have bad news.”
“What?”
“You’ve been a very bad elf.”
“If you expect anything more to come of this,” Aaron said breathlessly, “you have to stop calling me Mr. Danvers. Call me Aaron.”
“Okay, Aaron.” RJ gave a wide grin. “Except during sex. Then you’re Mr. Danvers.”
Aaron frowned but shivered involuntarily at the same time. “Okay.”
“Ha! I knew you liked it.” RJ tweaked Aaron’s nipples again.
Aaron sighed. “You’re a pill, did you know that?”
“A pill with a big dick and good aim.”
Aaron shivered and tucked up close to him. “You’re too cocky by half.”
“All part of the show.”
“I wish it was,” Aaron whispered, kissing RJ’s neck and squeezing tightly.
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
Aaron groaned. “I don’t know. I’m so turned on, I’m not sure what half the things I’m saying and thinking mean right now.”
RJ stroked down Aaron’s side. “You fuck like a wild thing, Mr. Danvers.”
“Aaron,” he corrected gently, a desperate thread in his voice that even he could hear. “And so do you.”
“When you’re in my arms, I’ll call you whatever I damn well please.”
Aaron moaned softly, his dick twitching in his tights. “Okay.”
“Okay, what?”
“Okay, Santa.”
RJ’s lips quirked. “I’d meant for you to call me sir, just for kicks, but Santa works.”
Aaron huffed a laugh. “You talk a big game, Santa, about how bad I am, and what you’re going to do about it, but so far I’m not seeing any truth in your threats.”
RJ blinked at him slowly. “Push all you want, Mr. Danvers, but I’m in charge tonight. So settle in. Santa’s got plans for his prissy elf.”
“I hope they include bending me over something and—”
“Shh. Hand me my backpack.”
Aaron lifted the bag onto the sofa beside them. RJ whistled under his breath and smoothed his fingers over Aaron’s soft abdomen, rubbing them over the treasure trail that led down beneath his straining tights. “Look at all this sexy elf on show for me.”
Aaron felt his cheeks prickle with heat, a blush of pleasure. He wasn’t used to praise from anyone, and he warmed everywhere with every bit of evidence that RJ was pleased by him.
Fantasy was well and good, meaningless hookups got his itch scratched, but sitting on RJ’s lap and being touched like this, gazed at like he was someone of real importance was a rush that was definitely turning out to be addictive.
He shoved that thought aside and concentrated on what RJ was pulling out of his bag. The ruler. Condoms. Lube. An old portable DVD player and an even older DVD that looked like it’d been handled a lot over the years. Lastly, RJ removed a separate bag and unzipped it, revealing a very naughty toy.
Aaron squirmed on his lap. “What’s all this?”
“Punishments for being on my naughty list, Mr. Danvers.” He fondled the set of purple anal beads. The smallest looked easy enough, but the last one was more than intimidating. He quirked an eyebrow. “Elf, you’re going to want to get comfortable for this.”
He moved Aaron off his lap and set up the portable DVD player on the coffee table. “You mentioned this was your favorite Christmas movie the other day. Turns out I had a copy in a box of my old stuff in Mom’s garage.”
“RJ….” Aaron groaned. He was so aroused, and this wasn’t what he’d bargained for. When RJ had showed up in a Santa outfit, he’d thought they’d get right to business. Spanking. Fucking. Orgasms. “Let’s just have sex.”
“We’re going to have sex. Lots of sex. Everything I told you about and more.” He moved the DVD player so that small screen faced the sofa. “Where’s Constance?”
“I don’t know.”
“There she is,” RJ said, nodding toward the top of the bookshelf where Constance was hiding to lick her paws. “Will it scare her if I make you scream?”
Aaron shuddered. “Stop making promises and then not keeping them.”
“Take that vest off. Leave the tights.”
RJ untied his Santa cape and draped it over the sofa, the faux-velvet side up. He pressed play on the DVD and sat back down on the cape with a cocky grin. All calm and confident with silly Santa hat on his head, he gripped Aaron’s neck and dragged him face first into his lap. Aaron’s elf hat fell off and joined RJ’s Santa hat in a tumble to the floor.
Breathing in the scent of RJ’s jean-clad crotch and sneaking his fingers to the soft strip of hair underneath RJ’s soft, white T-shirt, Aaron shivered as the opening theme song of his old favorite Christmas movie began.
“You know what this place needs,” RJ whispered, his fingers moving through Aaron’s hair and down his neck, stroking and encouraging Aaron’s nuzzling.
“What?”
“A tree.”
“So you said before.”
“Open my pants. Get my dick out.”
“Yesssss.” Aaron had thought RJ was never going to get started, that they’d be trapped in this wrestle of almost-sex forever, maybe until one of them broke and the spell of attraction between them broke too. But, no, now he was hurriedly working RJ’s zipper down and helping him tug his jeans halfway down his thighs.
RJ’s cock was a shock again, even though Aaron had had it in his body just a few days ago. But it was just so wide, smaller at the head and flaring out into a thickness that made his heart thump. He opened his mouth and started to lower down the beautiful shaft, but RJ gripped his hair and pulled him off.
“Your mouth is beautiful, Mr. Danvers, but only good elves get to suck my cock. Bad elves have to watch a movie while I do whatever I want to their bodies.”
Aaron shivered. As much as he wanted RJ’s dick in his mouth, letting RJ do whatever he wanted sounded just as good, maybe even better. “Yes, Santa.”
RJ grabbed a throw pillow and handed it to Aaron. “Across my lap. Ass up. Get comfortable. I plan to take my time.”
Aaron did as he was told, using the pillow to prop up his head, left cheek pressed into the material and head turned so that he could see the screen. A cartoon mouse was ruining Christmas for his whole town by not believing in Santa. RJ massaged Aaron’s ass through his tights as the mouse sang about his lack of faith.
“Relax.”
Aaron tried, but he could feel RJ’s bare cock digging into his h
ip, and his own cock throbbed where it was caught against the tights. RJ skimmed his warm hands up and down Aaron’s back until he melted down against the pillow and RJ’s legs.
“Lift up,” RJ whispered. “Let me just…”
He tugged Aaron’s tights down to the middle of his thighs and groaned before pushing Aaron back down again, spreading his own legs enough to wedge Aaron’s aching cock in the tight place between his jean-clad thighs. Aaron hissed as the tip of his dick dragged against the fabric of the Santa cape.
“What a sweet ass,” RJ whispered, caressing the swell and dip of Aaron’s butt, and then running his fingers lightly in the crack to slide over Aaron’s eager asshole. “A little pale for such a bad elf. Let’s fix that.”
Then his hand came down in a swat that jolted Aaron and sent his adrenaline rushing. “Thank you,” he whispered, turning his face to the pillow and pushing his ass up.
“Eyes on the movie, Mr. Danvers.”
With effort, he turned to look at the screen again. RJ set up a rhythm of slaps, almost like Aaron’s ass was a drum and RJ was making music with it. “Love this jiggle. Look at that,” RJ said with awe, as the rain of swats started to really sting and build heat. “You’re taking your punishment so well. It’s almost time for more.”
Aaron rutted his cock between RJ’s jean-clad thighs, the fabric of the seams rough and almost painful on his sensitive dick, but he caught a hard slap across his ass for that.
“Hold still, Mr. Danvers. Bad elves who come before Santa says they can, don’t get fucked.”
“What? Are you serious?” Would RJ really come here, key him up, get him off, and then walk away without plowing his ass?
“Don’t test me.”
Aaron held still again, keeping his eyes on the screen and the mouse who was now frantically trying to save Christmas instead of ruining it.
“Here. Unwrap your present.” RJ held the ruler out in front of Aaron’s face.
A shudder wracked him as Aaron lifted onto his elbows and reached out one arm to tug the ribbon free.
“Are you ready, Mr. Danvers?” RJ asked, rubbing his hand over Aaron’s ass, then up his spine, pressing him back down to the pillow and holding a steady hand against the nape of his neck. “I’ve dreamed of this since I was in your class. Spanking you with a ruler. Seeing white and red stripes rise up. Because of me. And you. Letting me.” His voice sounded wrecked. “Do you want that too?”
