The Naughty Ones

by Shawn Lane

  “You can relax, Christian.” He gestured to the chair in front of him. “In fact, take a seat.”

  The Elf’s gaze went to the coffee pot just to the right of Gabriel’s desk. “May I, sir?”

  “By all means.” He waited while Christian poured himself a cup of the peppermint coffee served widely in Santa’s village. When Christian finally sat, Gabriel handed him the tissue-wrapped package he had for him.

  “What’s this?”

  “Thermal underwear,” Gabriel explained. “Don’t loan this pair out.”

  Christian blushed, adding a becoming stain of pink to his cheeks. “I won’t. But, how did you get them done so fast?”

  He raised an eyebrow. “I have connections.”

  “Well, thank you, sir.” He shifted in the chair. “I suppose you’re very upset with me.”

  “You could say so. Christian, how old are you?”

  “Twenty-three.”

  Gabriel nodded. “Old enough, I think, to know better. You’ve been a Christmas Elf for three Christmases. You’ve had a number of incidents.”

  “Well, I—”

  “I understand being young and enthusiastic, but you have been here long enough to know what acceptable behavior is. Frankly, Santa has considered closing the canteen for good.”

  The Elf’s eyes widened. “Because of me?”

  “No. But yours is hardly the first such disgraceful episode. I spoke out against the establishment when it was first created, but Santa wanted the Elves to have a place to unwind during particularly busy times. He thought since none of you would have to travel far it would be harmless.” Gabriel sighed. He knew he sounded a bit pompous, but, well, he was. “In any event, your pathetic indulgence last night was unfortunate, but it is the least of my concerns at the moment.”

  “Sir?”

  “I am the Head Elf, and as such, I deserve your respect and compliance with my requirements of you. I am sure you are aware I requested your presence at my office when your shift ended.”

  Christian blushed. “I-I forgot.”

  “I very much doubt that. I believe you deliberately ignored me and went to the canteen to join your friends.” He waved his hand when Christian opened his mouth to speak. “I want no excuses. I’ve overlooked prior infractions. When you first arrived here you got involved with some bad influences and acted out. I had hoped you had made a change for the better.”

  “I have,” Christian insisted.

  Gabriel sighed. “The thing is, Christian, you may view this latest incident as minor. But if you cannot or will not obey a simple order from your boss it gives me serious concerns for your future here.”

  Christian paled, and his hands trembled on the mug of coffee he held. “I see.”

  “I hope you do.” The beautiful Elf looked so distressed, he nearly gave in. But Gabriel hardened his resolve. If Christian was to stay in Santa’s Village long term, he needed to appreciate the importance of being a Christmas Elf. And, unfortunately, Gabriel couldn’t allow his affection for Christian to alter his course. “Effective immediately, I am reassigning you.”

  “Reassigning me? To what?”

  “I considered assigning you to cleaning the castle.”

  Christian’s jaw dropped and he sat forward in his chair. “Cleaning? I am a Christmas Elf. Scrubbing toilets and floors in the castle would be beneath me.”

  He narrowed his eyes. “Do not make me change my mind and reassign you there after all. You could, perhaps, use more humbling that I even guessed.”

  The Elf swallowed. “I’m sorry.”

  “Hmm. As it happens, I find I have so many tasks these days to run the castle and the workshops I require a personal assistant.”

  The mug in Christian’s had visibly shook. “Me?”

  “Yes, you. This way I can keep an eye on you and make sure you don’t get yourself into any other trouble before the Christmas season ends. You will report here tomorrow at seven.”

  “In the morning?”

  Gabriel smirked. “Yes. I begin my duties early and finish late. I suggest you get plenty of rest tonight.” He gestured to Christina’s clothes. “And do come with an unstained, pressed uniform, too.”

  Chapter 3

  Gabriel thought having Christian act as his assistant might be a mistake after all. He had trouble keeping his eyes off the gorgeous blond Elf.

  Instead of going over reports at his desk like he ought to be, he stood in the hallway of the main hall of the castle watching Christian attempt to supervise the Elves hanging Christmas decorations. Most of the hall had been finished, tinsel, bows, wreaths, and brightly colored packages filled the gigantic main room. The room had been lightly scented with freshly baked cinnamon rolls. Only hanging the mistletoe remained.

  Which gave Gabriel definite ideas regarding those pursed, full lips of Christian’s.

  “Move it over just a tad,” Christian said, standing next to the ladder an Elf stood on to hang the mistletoe. “Yes, there.”

  The beautiful Elf had been acting as his assistant for an entire week now and it was becoming increasingly harder to get anything done. He’d expected Christian to be a mediocre personal assistant and after a few days of making him sweat under Gabriel’s scrutiny he’d send him back to the work shop. To his surprise, Christian proved to be quite efficient. He was getting more done than Gabriel was.

  Christian bent at the waist to pick up a twig of fallen mistletoe. His tight red Elf pants strained against his rounded, bubble butt. Gabriel stifled a groan. He straightened from the wall he’d been leaning on.

  “All right, everything looks good,” he announced to the decorating Elves. “Mrs. Claus wanted some help with the sitting room. Why don’t you all dash off there?”

  The cheerful Elves chattered amongst themselves and headed through the archway leading in the direction of Mrs. Claus’s sitting room. When Christian made to follow them, Gabriel shook his head.

  “Was there something you wanted, sir?”

  Gabriel knew his smile was predatory. He didn’t answer, just took the few steps to stand directly in front of Christian. He looked up at the overhanging mistletoe. “Hmm. What have we here?”

  Christian blinked and opened his mouth, but before he could speak, Gabriel crushed his lips over the other Elf’s. He moved his hand to cup Christian’s jaw, his thumb reaching up to pry those perfect pink lips apart. His tongue slid into the moist warmth, wrapping around Christian’s just as his whimper turned into a ragged moan.

  With his other hand, he ensnared Christian’s waist, bringing their bodies flush against each other, their erections rubbing together.

  A distant door closing brought Gabriel abruptly to his senses. It would never do to be caught seducing an Elf in the main hall. He broke the kiss, sorry at the loss of the tastiest damn lips ever, and gently but firmly put distance between himself and the too tempting Christian.

  Gabriel cleared his throat. “Well, back to work then.” He turned on his heels and went toward his office, ignoring the gasp of outrage from Christian.

  Christian followed after him and closed the office door when they were both inside, his sky blue eyes flashing angrily. “What was that?”

  “I kissed you under the mistletoe.”

  “You’re gay?”

  Gabriel raised both brows. “I would think it was obvious now.”

  “Then…then when…” Christian sputtered. He stopped, took a deep breath. “Last year when those Elves taunted me, why didn’t you do something about it?”

  Gabriel sighed. “I did. Just because I didn’t parade them out in front of all the Elves and give them forty whacks, does not mean they weren’t reprimanded, Christian. I have to be careful not to show too much favoritism.”

  He frowned. “Favoritism? For who?”

  “I would think that kiss and my hard cock should clue you in on whom.” Gabriel shook his head. “Prejudice and bigotry are not tolerated in Santa’s Village. Bullies, such as the ones who tormented you, are dea
lt with. But, likewise, I cannot allow you to retaliate against them as you did.”

  “But if you are gay, too, then—”

  “My being gay is no one’s business. It cannot influence how I handle the operations here. I wouldn’t make a good Head Elf if I allowed such things to interfere.”

  Identical red patches appeared on Christian’s cheeks. “I see.”

  He gave Christian a soft smile. “Come here.”

  “What?”

  “Here.” He reached for Christian’s hand and pulled him toward him. Gabriel leaned against his desk, so he tugged Christian in between his legs and held him there. His hands slid over Christian’s round ass. “Now you know I want you. What are you going to do about it?”

  Christian’s pupils dilated and he licked his lips. “Well, I—”

  His mouth near Christian’s, he whispered, “Did you lock the door?”

  The pretty Elf shook his head and made to move out of Gabriel’s arms.

  “I’ll do it.” Gabriel waved his hand and the bolt slid into locked position. He smiled at Christian’s shock. “Santa gave me a little magic to use.”

  “What else can you do?” Christian wondered.

  He teased the plump lips by running the tip of his tongue along the seam. “I have a crystal ball.”

  “Then the rumors are true, you do spy on us.” Christian closed his eyes as Gabriel’s lips trailed along his jaw.

  “Not on an everyday basis, but there are times,” Gabriel admitted. He’d taken wicked advantage of the crystal ball once or twice while Christian disrobed. Then, he’d felt a bit too much like a creepy voyeur to try it again. His fingers slipped under the snaps of Christian’s Elf uniform shirt and he pulled them all apart at once.

  Christian’s eyes flew open, his blue eyes glazed with desire. “You did that very well.”

  “I want you naked and writhing under me.” The pretty boy gasped. Gabriel smiled. “You like bold talk, don’t you? Would you like me to whisper in your ear just what I’m going to do to you?”

  The Elf nodded, his breathing heavy, as his fingers sank into Gabriel’s arms. He slid the shirt off Christian’s arms to his wrists, baring his torso. His skin had a pale golden hue and while his arms weren’t particularly muscular there was a nice definition in his arms and chest, as well as pretty damn perfect abs. Gabriel swallowed, telling himself to slow down and not fling Christian over his desk and fuck him senseless. He pulled the shirt off the Elf’s wrists and let it pool on the ground.

  Before Christian could speak, Gabriel drew his lips to his for a deep, thorough kiss. He tasted of peppermint and gingerbread, thoroughly delicious. Gabriel flung Christian’s hat, the little bell on the end tingling as it hit the floor, and brushed his fingers through Christian’s butter soft golden hair. He pulled back long enough to remove his own Elf shirt.

  Christian stared at him, his lips swollen from Gabriel’s kisses. Without tearing his gaze from him, the Elf toed off his boots and then his hands went to the waistband of his pants. Gabriel zeroed in on the hard ridge of Christian’s crotch. Eventually he planned on tasting that pretty cock, but first he was going to take Christian on the desk and bury himself deep in between those tight, pale cheeks.

  Gabriel pushed his own pants down to his hips, just enough to take out his throbbing cock, and then reached to help Christian with his. He liked the idea of the Elf completely naked while he remained partially clothed. He yanked the uniform pants from Christian’s legs and tossed them aside. Did he want Christian lying on his back with his legs in the air or did he want him bent over on his stomach with his perfect ass on display?

  “Gabriel?”

  He kissed those slightly parted plump lips, darting his tongue inside. He deepened the kiss, taking his time to thoroughly explore Christian’s sweet mouth. When he’d had enough…well, he doubted he’d ever get enough, but enough for now…he turned Christian and braced his hands on the edge of the desk. He moved his hands over the firm globes and then dropped to his knees between the Elf’s legs.

  “What—” Christian started to ask, but stopped as soon as Gabriel’s tongue slipped inside his hole. Instead of words, Christian moaned.

  Satisfied he’d shut Christian up for now, Gabriel went to work laving the puckered pink entrance. He pushed his index finger in, shuddering with desire when Christian tightened over the digit. Gabriel closed his eyes, willing his rock hard cock to slow down even as his hips moved to assist with the relief. Condom and lube.

  Withdrawing his tongue and finger, he got shakily to his feet, smacked Christian’s left buttock and went around to his desk drawer for the supplies.

  “Um, you keep lube and condoms in there?” Christian asked when he removed a foil packed and a bottle of lube.

  Shrugging, Gabriel decided to be honest. “Not generally, no. But since you’ve become my assistant, yes.”

  A lock of Christian’s blond hair had fallen into his eyes and his kiss-swollen lips formed an O of surprise. The sight of him leaning forward, his hands bracketed on the desk sent a jolt of hot lava lust to Gabriel’s already aching cock.

  Gabriel moved to stand behind Christian once more. He took care of rolling the condom over his erection first and lubing up, touching his prick as minimally as he could manage to keep from being overly stimulated too soon.

  Taking a deep breath, he sloshed a generous amount of lube on his fingers and inserted two of them into Christian’s entrance, past the ring of muscle. In response, the man pushed back, his ass swallowing the fingers easily. Adding a third, Gabriel waited to see if there was any resistance to the wider intrusion. Christian let out a shuddered breath, but spread himself wider, pushing back once again.

  Gabriel slipped the fingers out and then took the object he’d hidden in his other hand from Christian’s gaze and slicked it up with his lubed grip. The red and white candy-striped phallus was just a tad narrower than Gabriel’s cock.

  “I’m going to use this on you first,” Gabriel told him, showing him the glass object. Without waiting for a reply, he drew it back from Christian’s sight and then placed the tip of the phallus between the Elf’s cheeks.

  “Oh,” Christian gasped as Gabriel pushed it inside, slow and deliberate. With on hand he held it, poised to thrust it in and out of the other Elf. His other hand slid across Christian’s bare thigh to close around his erect penis. “Oh my—”

  Gabriel leaned close to whisper in Christian’s ear, “Think you can handle this and my cock in your sweet ass at the same time?”

  Christian stilled and for a moment he thought perhaps he’d caused the beautiful Elf to cease to breathe, but then in a low voice, he asked, “What?”

  He chuckled. “Okay, maybe another time. When you’re ready.”

  “Another time?” Christian’s whole body shook, and his leg spread more as Gabriel worked the phallus in and out of him.

  “Uh-huh, Christian. Many times.”

  “Fuck.”

  For some reason that one word coming out of those sweet, pretty lips was so hot. His own cock was close to bursting just reacting to the moans coming from Christian’s throat. Withdrawing the phallus, he tossed it on the desk, wincing a little at the clattering noise it made as it hit the wood.

  “Ready for the real thing, babe?” At Christian’s nod, he pressed his cock in, sliding in easily. For only a few seconds he stayed still, letting Christian’s ass muscles clench around his sensitized cock.

  Exhaling, he pulled out almost to the tip before pushing all the way in, balls-deep. Their groans synchronized, Gabriel kept up the rhythm, pumping harder and harder as Christian seemed to urge him on. Gripping the Elf’s pale hips, his fingers imprinting him with red marks, Gabriel slammed in again and again. He felt the tingle…the burn at his spine warning him of the orgasm which would not be denied.

  “Christian,” he yelled. His body went rigid and then his cock pulsed with the force of his release.

  Barely giving himself a second, he pulled out of Christi
an, patting his leg when he cried out in protest, and flipped the Elf onto his back. He dived toward Christian’s cock, swallowing it down to the root, his fingers rubbing the balls.

  “Ahhh,” Christian cried, his body shaking as his cream filled Gabriel’s mouth. When he finished shuddering, Gabriel released him and stood up, pulling the beautiful man into his arms.

  “That was amazing,” he whispered against Christian’s hair. His lover…his Elf…nodded, not speaking, just heavily panting. “Now, tell me, Christian.”

  “T-tell you?”

  “Don’t you want to do that many, many times?”

  Christian let out a half-laugh, half-gasp. “Not sure I can survive many, many times.”

  “You can. You will. Now, my naughty Elf, we should both get dressed and get something to eat. I’m starved.”

  Christian stared at him, his lashes hovering at half-mast over his sky blue eyes. “You can move?”

  He laughed. “I can. And so can you. Let’s have lunch at the Gingerbread.”

  Chapter 4

  Christian ducked behind his menu and glanced around the Gingerbread Café, wondering if anyone paid him and Gabriel any attention. When they first entered the café ten minutes earlier, he felt the stares of many of his fellow Elves. Just now, though, it didn’t seem as though anyone looked in their direction.

  “Is there a problem?”

  Gabriel’s sharp question turned his attention back to the menu. “Problem?”

  His boss…lover…whatever he was sighed.

  Christian peeked over the top of the menu and wasn’t the least surprised Gabriel looked as exasperated as he sounded. His cheeks heated and he went back to deciding on his lunch.

  “Are you uncomfortable being seen with me, Christian?”

  Definitely.