Naughty Elf: Humbug (Santa’s Naughty Elf Mates)

Chapter 5

Chapter

Five

“ H appy New Year!” A shower of sparkles came from Gavin’s hands, which he had cupped but then flung them up and out to the sides as if he was tossing confetti or rose petals or something.

How was Gavin still in his house nearly a week after he’d arrived?

Bax knew it was crazy. But somehow, Gavin kept charming him into letting him stay.

He’d even gone to the Walmart over in Montrose to get the guy some clothes, because he’d arrived wearing one set of weird homespun stuff, and while he looked adorable wearing only the socks and hat Bax’s mom had sent, that was a serious distraction. And had been pretty cold while Gavin had waited for his one set of clothes to wash and dry.

“Happy New Year.” He blinked away the spots on his vision, then grabbed Gavin to kiss him. Hard. It was midnight on New Year’s Eve. Kisses were way better than sparkles.

“Mmm.” Gavin kissed him back, fingers sinking into his hair. Guffy was sound asleep on his bed, so they could make out madly without an audience.

He still wasn’t sure he bought the elf-on-the-mantel thing, but there was something…magical about Gavin. Something that told Bax he wasn’t a stalker.

Maybe that was just loneliness and desperation talking.

They pulled apart, breathing hard. They had made each other come a lot in the last few days, but he still wanted more.

“Should we have our champagne and charcuterie?” Gavin asked, rubbing Bax’s cock with one hand.

“It can stay nice in the fridge. This first.”

“Good idea. Couch?”

“No.”

Gavin raised his eyebrows, questioning.

“Bed. I want more than a hand job or a blow job.”

“Ohhh, Jack Frost. Yes, please.” Gavin dragged him toward the bedroom, towing him like a tug and a barge.

He chuckled, letting his feet move fast. He wanted that tight, tiny ass with a fervor that kind of shocked him. The guy made him nuts, no doubt about it.

They hit the bedroom door and staggered through it, and after he closed it to keep Guffy out, he almost tossed Gavin on the bed.

“Oof.” Gavin bounced, then made grabby hands at him.

“Coming.” Soon, he hoped.

As soon as he was within reach, Gavin reached out and pulled him down on the bed with him. They kissed so hard he tasted a tiny tinge of copper, and he moaned. That was so damn intense, and it made his cock rise even harder, higher.

“Naked.” Gavin plucked at his sweats, and he nodded, rising up on his knees to tear off his shirt, then Gavin’s. Gavin moaned right back at him when his hands skated over that lean chest, the flat nipples more pink than brown.

So sweet, that hot chest.

“Jingle, you’re amazing,” Gavin said, stroking his chest. “So strong.”

“Well, you know…”

“Uh-huh. Metal work. Blacksmithing.” Gavin had been fascinated about his job, about him doing all kinds of metal art and having his own forge.

“It’s in the blood, big guy,” Gavin had told him.

He was still pushing the whole changeling elf thing. And he was starting to believe in Gavin’s magic, at least. Not that he believed he was anything but human.

“Stop frowning.” Gavin pushed his pants down, grabbing his cock and tugging.

“Fuck! Gavin.”

“Mmmmhmm. Hot and hard and perfect.”

“I want you.” He wanted more than a hand or mouth. He wanted to fuck Gavin senseless.

“Good. You can have me.” Gavin rolled to his back, letting go of his cock, and wiggled out of any clothes he had left. Then he spread his legs, giving Bax the most amazing freaking view.

He licked his lips, breathing through his nose as he tried to calm himself down. If he tried to take Gavin’s ass now, he would come like a teenager.

“Bax?” Gavin’s smile started to fade.

“I need to breathe a moment. I’m so hard it hurts. Gavin. I want you so bad. So damn bad.”

“Oh. Good.” Gavin arched, showing off for him.

His mouth went dry. “Gav.”

“Oh, a nickname.” Gavin beckoned with two fingers. “Come on, big guy. I need you.”

“I need to find the lube.”

“Not needed.” Gavin winked. “Just come here, babe.”

He crawled up on the bed, moving right into the vee between Gavin’s legs. Gavin’s scent filled his nose, musky with a hint of pine and peppermint, which was always such a trip.

He bent to kiss Gavin’s belly, that hard cock nudging his chin and neck.

“Mmm. That’s it. Just like that. Now, touch me. Slide your hands behind my balls and touch my hole.”

Bax grunted at the words, his hips jerking, dancing a little at how perfectly filthy those words sounded. He liked a little dirty talk, which Gavin seemed to have figured out.

And he did as he was told, pushing two fingers back over Gavin’s perineum to his hole, finding it hot and slick and so, so wet.

Gavin laughed, the sound breathless. Sexual. “That’s all natural, babe. The perils and delights of fucking an elf.”

He blinked. “That’s not?—”

“Don’t you dare say possible.” Gavin stared right into his eyes. “It’s a thing. And I’m super wet because I want you so much. I want your knot.”

“My what?” Stunned, he pressed his fingers deep, and the wetness really did feel natural. Holy… This was wild. The lengths Gavin was going to in order to make him believe this elf thing were out of this world.

“Touch me, Bax. I need you to stretch me so you can fuck me. Your knot is gonna be huge.”

“Do you kiss Santa with that mouth?”

“Ew, no. What, you think my Santa is number sixty-nine? No. Mine is the quintessential jolly old elf.” Gavin smacked his shoulder. “No bringing him up when your fingers are in my ass.”

“Right. Sorry.” He got to laughing, which was something he’d never done during sex before Gavin.

“More sexy times, less snorting,” Gavin demanded.

“Right, honey. Sorry.” He opened Gavin up, moving his fingers in and out, his breath starting to come fast and hard. Something about the lube Gavin had used felt supernatural, superslick, and he wanted his cock in there. Now.

He’d never wanted anything more.

“I need you,” Gavin said.

“Yes.” He rose back up on his knees, his body on fire, and he pressed his cock to Gavin’s entrance. Then he moved forward, sinking into Gavin an inch at a time. He closed his eyes against the rush of need. He was right.

This was infinitely better than a hand or blow job. This was heaven.

Gavin wrapped both legs around him, hands on his shoulders to pull him down for a kiss. Those soft lips always made him feel like a king, and he pressed his tongue and his cock deep, trying not to just shoot right away. Something swelled huge as he pushed into Gavin, bigger than he’d ever felt, but he didn’t have time to think about it.

Gavin squirmed under him, and he thrust, finding a rhythm that suited them both. He couldn’t slow it down, but he could keep this up as long as he needed to. As long as he had to.

“Oh.” Gavin tore his mouth free to breathe. “Soon, babe. Soon.”

“Uh-huh.” He was close too, his balls up tight to his body, his skin too damn tight and hot. His ass clenched as he tried to hold on one more sec?—

Gavin squeezed down on him, on that crazy swelling, then cried out, coming all over his belly and chest in great spurts, and that was all he could take. He slammed into Gavin and came, his come filling Gavin up, his body on fire.

They slumped down together, and Gavin petted his back and neck, then stroked his hair. “Mmm. Definitely happy New Year.”

“Hell, yes.” He was so sleepy. And he was damn happy. “So what was that about my knot?”

“You don’t know?” Gavin wiggled. “Feel that?”

He grunted. He felt like he was…stuck. Like he and Gavin were molded together.

“That’s your knot. It swells up when you fuck me.”

“Honey, I’ve had sex before. I’ve never had a knot.”

“You haven’t had sex with me. It will go down.” Gavin patted his back. “Just go to sleep.”

Huh. He tried to move again, and he couldn’t really get free. But he wasn’t going to panic. He was going to breathe and relax, and it would pass. And it was the best sex he’d ever had, so he would take it.

Even if he had no idea what he was going to do with Gavin if he decided to stay.