Saving Santa (MxM)

12 Welcome to HQ

It's hard to explain, disappearing at my house and appearing in the lobby of the North Pole workshop. When I rang the bell, sparkles seemed to materialize around me. It was like my vision was overtaken by glitter and my body tingled with what I'd assume would feel like jumping into a pool of Pop Rocks. When my vision cleared, there I was, in a grand, antique lodge foyer with an industrial-sized fireplace and a welcome kiosk that said: "North Pole Workshop Headquarters."

As I walk up to the desk, I try to figure out which of my million questions I actually need to have answered first. My mind goes blank when I reach the welcome station, though. For before me, is one of Santa's elves. Not what I would have pictured in my childhood dreamings of little helpers. Yes, he has pointy ears, angular features, and a Kelly green swoop of hair coming out of the side of his red baseball cap, but he isn't shorter than five-foot, and, to tell you the truth, he's as hot as a supermodel. His uniform consists of a red sleeveless athletic T-shirt with an "NPW-HQ" logo on it. I notice his cut arms and sculpted delts. My eyes wander down to his lower half. There I find a pair of thin white running shorts that show off his elven package. As he buzzes around the five computer screens, it seemed like he was hyped up on energy drink. His booty gives a little shake and his green sneakers are getting a workout.

"Hi," I finally manage.

The elf stops and looks up at me with his ice-blue eyes. A big smile forms on his face as if he knows something I don't.

"Hello, Mr. Albero. I'm Marvin. The big man is on his way. Would you like some hot cocoa while you wait? It's cold out there today."

"No thank you, Marvin. I appreciate it though," I respond.

He gets back to the buzz of his work and says, "Okay, sir. Feel free to look around. And, please, let me know if there is anything I can do to please you."

As he finishes the statement, his eyes meet mine again. One hundred naughty ideas come to mind in an instant, but I just smile and turn my attention to the long hallway beyond Marvin's outpost.

I peek in through the first few windows. Computers and 3D printers and cute nerdy elves bustling about. All of them as hot as Marvin and dressed the same. The only difference is the backs of their shirts say "Research Department."

"Huh. Are all the elves here male?" I wonder aloud, my face almost plastered to the glass.

"Yes, they are," a familiar voice says behind me.

I turn with glee to find Cal standing there with another attractive elf at his side. My lover is in the same getup as Marvin, only his hearty crotch is straining significantly more against the thin fabric of his running shorts. Without a second thought, I go to him and take him in my arms. I plant a long, deep kiss on his lips and he encases me in his strong arms.

"I'm glad you came," he whispers in my ear.

"Me too," I say as he rests his burly chin against my forehead.

Cal reaches down and cups my ass cheeks, pulling me in tighter and pressing his bulge against mine.

He gives me a quick two humps and says, "He's missed you."

I chuckle and grind my swelling package into his. "Same."

We part and I blush a bit when I see Cal's elf buddy still standing there. With zero shame, he puts his hands on each of our shoulders.

"Ryan, this is my head elf, director of operations, and oldest friend, Louie. Louie, this is Ryan, my..." He pauses unsure what to title us.

I am unable to pinpoint what we are also. It is a conversation that may need to happen now that I am visiting his workshop at the fucking North Pole. For now, though, I hop in to save Cal.