Saving Santa (MxM)

16 Stress Reliever

Cal's eyes are closed, readers are pushed up to the crown of his head, and he is rubbing the bridge of his nose when I find him in his HQ office. The touchscreen embedded in the right side of his office desk is animated with an image of the globe. Spots all over the world are labeled with stats and percentages.

"You okay, big guy? It's going on 8 pm," I inquire from the doorway.

He looks up at me and forces a smile. His eyes look elsewhere when he nods.

He isn't okay.

I cross the room and stand behind him. As I lean in to scope out the information, I put my hands on his shoulder.

"What's up? You can tell me." I start to squeeze and knead his traps. His head sinks with the pleasure that my massage is offering. He lets out a soft coo and I kiss the top of his head.

"The numbers just came in. We were down 35% worldwide this year. It is a staggering low. We usually only run about 3% in the naughty children category. With a third of the children not getting gifts, our spirit power has dipped tremendously. Next Christmas we will be fighting a bit of a holiday backlash. The first one this large in centuries. It will be hard to work through that."

"Hard, yes," I say, "but you and the team will do it. You'll find a way to get the spirit back up and the naughty kiddos off the no-go list."

He sighs and looks up at me. A little twinkle returns to his eyes.

"You are right, we will," he says believing it for the first time.

I kiss his lips, then return to rubbing his neck.

"The weird thing is," he scans quickly through a table of numbers, "the data is so skewed that I think something is wrong. This many children should not have been in the red. It's like there was a glitch or something was working against us."

"Like a rival Santa?"

He laughs. Though I know it is at my suggestion, I am happy to hear it.

"Not exactly. Our systems are foolproof, but what if someone is messing with our missions or hacking our system? Or something darker."

"Darker?"

He looks back at me. A little fear creeps into his expression.

"What if someone or something is out there getting kids to join the naughty list of their own free will? What if they are sabotaging the usually good kids? What if evil is afoot?"

Though his last thought sounds like a corny line from a cheap mystery dinner show, I hug his neck in hopes he isn't going to spiral.

"Something is up and I can't figure out where it is coming from."

Then I have a scary thought.

"Could it be from within the NP?"

This statement throws Cal for a loop.

"No," he says, but there is clear disbelief hidden behind the statement.

I know he is digging himself deeper into concern and worry.

"Why don't you take a break for now and return to it fresh tomorrow? I will help you crunch numbers and do some sleuthing if you want," I tell my lovable giant.

I start the massage back up. My hands travel down to his pecs, and I grope and squeeze them. I pinch on each nipple and his breath catches.

He closes his eyes. "Ryan..."

"Let me take the stress away," I whisper in his ear before nibbling on it.

His fattening member is already straining against the fabric of his shorts. I reach down and let his hammer free from its toolbox. Taking to my knees between his legs, I licked up and down Cal's shaft. I never take my eyes off him as he bites his lip and watches from his office chair.