Kit (A Little Christmas Season Three)

Chapter 10

10

Parker

W e woke together but showered separately.

Having another person in the house after being alone for almost a year was wonderful. I had dreamed of sharing this place with someone. Every new boyfriend I got brought on the thought: Is this the one?

I couldn’t help but follow Kit downstairs after we got dressed and try to picture him here for longer than two weeks. It wasn’t difficult. He bounded down the steps like he owned the place. I knew he had a nice place of his own, but in my fantasies wanted him here.

“Let Daddy fix you breakfast, Kit. It’s what daddies do.”

“But I can help.” His big eyes were irresistible.

“All right. Do you think you can set out the plates?”

He grinned. “I can do that.”

I made blueberry pancakes and bacon. Kit was clapping by the time I plopped a stack of fresh, steaming pancakes on his plate.

After breakfast, I showed Kit the boxes of decorations I’d brought out.

“I was wondering what all that was,” he said.

“I thought you might like to help me decorate for Christmas.”

“Yes!”

“We don’t have a tree yet, so we’ll set the ornaments aside until we get one.”

“We get to go tree shopping?”

“Sure thing.”

“Can we do it this afternoon?”

“I think that’s a wonderful idea.” I put my arm around his shoulders and hugged him. “In the meantime, will you help me with the lights?”

“Outside?”

“Yes. There are more in the garage. Along with some light-up trees that need to be assembled. And I have some garlands for the top of the hearth.”

“Yes, Daddy. I want to do all of that.” He opened the first box, looking at me to see if it was all right.

“Go on. You can open them all.”

“Goodie.” He peered inside. “This looks like the garland.”

“Excellent. We’ll do that first.”

We got the hearth all cleaned off and the garland situated. When I plugged it in, white lights shown from beneath the fake fir needles.

“That’s pretty!” Kit jumped. “It needs stockings now.”

“We’ll get those later,” I said.

Next, we found two boxes of ornaments and set them aside. I had forgotten how many Christmas knickknacks I’d collected over the years, but there was a box full. We set them about the living room with a centerpiece candle in a wreath of holly for the dining room table.

Kit found several strings of lights which would go on our future tree. We put them with the ornaments.

“All right. Let’s go outside now and get the outdoor stuff.”

“Yay!” Kit started running for the door.

“Coat and scarf,” I called out.

“Yes, Daddy.”

Outside the air was chilled and fresh. I breathed deeply, looking off toward the west when I saw a wall of gray.

“Those could be snow clouds.”

“I hope it snows for Christmas!”

Kit ran into the garage as soon as the door was open. I brought all the Christmas stuff out.

“Hope we have enough extension cords,” I mumbled.

It was great to dump the tree parts out of their boxes, put them together and stand them up.

“They all light up, right, Daddy?”

“Yep. Hopefully. They weren’t cheap but they also don’t last forever.”

One was white, it’s branches like icicles. One was a spiral. The third was metal green but looked very real.

“Where do you think they should go?”

“Along the pathway to the door.” Kit crossed his arms, very sure of himself.

“I’ve got two outlets on the porch and a couple of surge boxes. We’ll make it work.”

I brought out the ladder and the staple gun for the strings of lights that would outline the eaves. It was lot of work, with me working on the ladder and Kit reeling out the strings.

“It’s only going to be the first story lit up,” I said. “I don’t want to climb up on the roof.”

“No, Daddy. I don’t want you to fall. This will look great. They can go across the porch. If we have extra, we can outline the front door.”

We could always buy more, too.

“We can do the balcony off my bedroom,” I suggested.

“That will look so pretty.”

Kit was jumping up and down so much, I could tell he didn’t feel the cold. But up where I was on the ladder, the breeze seemed to be getting colder.

Finally, we had everything done and plugged in.

“Ready for the test?” I yelled.

Kit hooted from down the front path. “Plug it in, Daddy!”

Actually, everything was plugged in. The surge protectors simply needed to be switched on. I did both at the same time, holding my breath.

Kit cried out when the lights came on all at once. “It’s beautiful. I love it.”

I came down the steps and down the path, turning to look at the house.

“We got lucky. It looks like everything is working.” I grinned. “I think we did a wonderful job.”

The trees looked like a little mini forest. The bulbs along the eaves twinkled. The porch door had an outline of white lights. On the frosty breeze came the scent of chimney smoke.

By now it was afternoon. We’d gotten so absorbed in our work, we’d skipped lunch.

My hands were icy, my cheeks chapped.

“I think we need a light up deer to go with the trees,” Kit said.

“We can get one when we get the tree, okay?”

Kit bowed his head. “I wasn’t trying to be greedy, Daddy. Just so you know. I could pay for it.”

“I didn’t think you were greedy. It’s a very good idea. My father always said you can’t have enough exterior lighting.”

“He’s right!”

“Hey, baby boy. Are you hungry? We missed lunch.”

“Starved.”

“We can go out. Get an early dinner. Then our Christmas tree. What do you think?”

“I’m ready now, Daddy!”

“I would never have had a tree like this at my place if it was just me,” Kit said. The colorful lights reflected off the windowpanes and into his eyes. “It’s the best tree, ever. Don’t you think so?”

“I agree. If it weren’t for you, I might not have gotten the ornaments out this year. Not even for Nelson.”

“Who’s Nelson?”

“My brother. He’s going through a bad breakup.”

Kit frowned hard and scratched the side of his head. “It’s okay if you want to invite him over to see all the decorating.”

“He’s the one I mentioned went to the mountains with friends.”

Kit quickly shrugged. “Right. I remember.”

With the tree done, we brought drinks to the coffee table. A fire beat in the hearth. The room looked like a Christmas card. It was almost too perfect. I put my hand on Kit’s shoulder, rubbing gently with my thumb.

Kit looked up at me, gaze meeting mine and holding.

“Would it be all right if Daddy kissed you now?”

Pink lips parted with a hint of white teeth behind them. Kit’s cheeks turned beautifully pink.

“I thought you’d never get around to that, Daddy,” he whispered.

I leaned down until our mouths met. He was pliant and ready, the skin of his mouth soft and sweet.

The touch was not unusual to me. I’d kissed many men. But this was Kit. My feelings for him had developed quickly. My body and mind had already attuned to his, defined him as a very special little.

I kept the kiss innocent for the moment, mouth closed. The room swam around me. For a second, all the lights vanished, and I was in a white space, just me and my baby boy. I started to pull back, but Kit pushed forward and opened his mouth to me, tongue on my lips teasing at the seam to get in.

My mind went south. My cock firmed. I put my free hand on his other shoulder and tightened my grip, my mouth opening to meet his, to devour.

The lights came back, spinning. This seemed like a dream but wasn’t, kissing my boy by the Christmas tree with a fire behind me and his arms wrapped tightly around my waist.

Time hung suspended. Everything was in balance but also careening away from me.

I needed more of him. Wanted all of him. It took all my will power to pull back. We both gasped loudly for air.

He pressed his body against me, cock firm against my thigh.

“How fast to you want this to go?” I murmured.

He pressed his face against my chest and replied. “Not too fast, Daddy.” He pulled back and looked up at me, facing shining. “Not because I don’t want you to go fast, but because you’re special. I want to savor every moment. Remember every move we make.”

“Me, too. But I don’t want to let you down.”

“How could you? You’re everything I want in a daddy.”

I kissed him again, a quick peck, but in it held all my emotion.

My knees weakened. I steered him to the couch and we both sat at the same time, our arms around each other. Kit curled into me like he’d always been there.

“Sometimes,” I began, “if you build something up too much your expectations rise and you end up disappointed.”

Kit shook his head, tilting it up. “I don’t think you could disappoint me. You’re different.”

“I am?”

“Well, for one thing, I’ve never had a conversation like this before. No one has ever cared about taking things slowly. It’s always fast at the club. I’m used to it. But they’re not looking for relationships. Well, some are, but that part comes later. It’s almost the club motto. Sex first, feelings later.”

He was right. I’d been guilty of that, as well.

“For me,” Kit continued, “the feelings started when I sat in your lap. When you were Santa. The embrace of that. Your costume. Everything about you. Thrill and safety. Your focus all on me, asking me about whatever I might want. I know you were acting, but it’s every little’s longing. Sitting in your lap was like the sex already happened. Or maybe that by itself was sex to my lonely body.”

“Was it the powerful Santa image?” I had to know. I had put myself into that being, but Santa was also a character. Not real.

“At first.” Kit rubbed his forehead against my cheek. “Only at first. But the mystique of who was beneath that beard grabbed me hard, too.”

He used big boy words now. Serious.

“I have a confession to make, too,” I said.

“Tell me.”

“You were about the hundredth person I’d had on my lap that night. I was playing the role but tuning out feelings. Then you came up and it was like you woke me up.” I stopped, unsure how to describe more.

“I like that.” Kit squirmed closer. “I woke you up.”

I laughed. “The magic of Santa and Christmas.”

“It’s strange,” Kit said.

“What?”

“That we never met before.”

“Santa would say because of magic it had to be the right time and place.”

“That’s a great way of putting it.” Kit looked down. “Daddy?”

“Yes?”

“It seems like we’re moving fast, but slow, too. We both know when things are right for us. When you kissed me by the tree, I was more than ready.”

“Are you ready again?”

He nodded almost frantically.

I tilted his head back and we opened our mouths to each other.