Saving Santa (MxM)

31 The Plan

Cal's soft snores tickle my ear as I lie awake cuddled beside him. The craziness of the day keeps me from finding sleep. Carefully, I scooch out of bed and snag a fur off a nearby chair before the chill can get me. Sliding my feet into big, fluffy slippers, I open the door to the chamber to go for a little night walk.

Maybe the frost elves have some sleepy time tea in the kitchen.

My exploration of the ice fortress doesn't make it very far before my attention is piqued by the sounds of moaning down the next hall I come to. With a wily smile, I think to myself how I know those grunts of pleasure.

A few rooms down, I find the door ajar and peek in. As I assumed, I see Travis's naked body from the back, standing in front of a large bed in the middle of the room.

"Damn, that feels good," he says as he thrusts his hips in rhythm.

A few moments later he adds, "Okay, okay. I gotta get some of that eggplant of yours too."

As he bends over the bedside and I hear slurping start, lavender hands come around and take each of Travis's ass mounds their grasps. Then a light purple forehead and a set of eyes appear between Travis's legs. It's Elron getting face fucked.

With Travis's meat down his throat, the elve's stare meets mine. I give him a big thumbs up and he rolls his eyes. Then he gestures at me with a come here wave. Pointing to Travis's exposed balloon knot, I catch his drift.

I tiptoe across the cool bedroom. Without a second thought, I lean over and plow my face into Travis's crack. My tongue immediately starts motoring at his hole.

"Fuck," he moans. "How are you doing that?"

He looks over his shoulder to find me going to town on his cave entrance.

Between pants, he says, "Oh, Ryan. It's you. I should have known. You can eat an ass like groceries."

I smack his rump, give him a wink, and right myself.

"I'd love to stay gents, but I'm on a tea mission," I say, knowing it's only a bit about the tea and more about going any further than salad-tossing Travis while my freshly freed lover is in the other room sleeping.

I know Cal wouldn't care, but part of me does. I just got him back. I want all of my attention going to him.

A weird feeling hits me. I skip the tea and head back to the room. Glad I did. Cal is standing naked in the middle of our room. His back is to me and I can tell he is looking for some clothes.

"Hey there, guy. What chya doing?"

"We have to go. We have to take down Krampus."

"Whoa, crazypants. You just woke up from a dark magic coma. You are not doing anything."

"I'm afraid Cal is right, Ryan," a voice chimes in behind me.

I wheel around to find Louie standing near the door. Where did he even come from?

"No, you are not going to double-team me." I pause. Based on our trio's sexual history, I should have chosen better wording.

"Ryan, we have to catch him when he least expects it, and right now is that time. I feel fine. I feel good," Cal says looking me directly in the eyes.

He looks ninety percent better just in the time since we hot tub fucked. I know he is not lying to me, I just hope he isn't telling himself lies.

I let out the longest sigh ever.

"Fine, what's the plan?" I already regret saying it.

***

It feels both strange and heartwarming to be sitting in the gazebo in Town Square of the North Pole. The village is quiet, but we are making the merriest of sounds echo through the streets. Louie plays "Jingle Bells" on the organ as we sing along. I cling my copper mug of hot chocolate against Cal's while I catch Travis and Elron trying their best to keep their flirting to a minimum. I know we have a task at hand, but I can't help but enjoy these few moments of warmth and happiness. Even if it is all part of the plan to trick Krampus.

Spread the spirit with song. Check.

Embody the joy with the people you care about. Check.

Sprinkle in a little hot-blooded lust. Check.

There is no way this bait won't attract Krampus here, for the longer we sing and laugh and smile at each other, the further the reach of our holiday spirit goes. It was dark in Town Square when we got here but the more our heartforce travels, the more colorful lights, garland, and wreaths materialize and snake down Main Street.

"It will be fun to see a one-horse sleigh pulling your cold, dead bodies around my city." From behind us, Krampus's deep voice cuts through Louie's song.

Bait successful. He fell for it. As Cal said he would.

There he stands with a half dozen hypnotized elves. In his hands is a beautiful gold trident that looks oddly familiar.

"Hate to break it to you, but I'm back," Cal says. "And there's no way another moment is going by with you in charge of the North Pole and Christmas."

Now it's my turn. I pull the pocket watch from my jacket to use to freeze him. While he is in sloe-mo mode, Cal and Elron will capture him. Then we will bind him and exile him. Cal said he would serve his time back in Minos's maze, but I was too preoccupied to ask him if he meant the one from the Minotaur myth.

At this point, anything is possible.

"Yeah," I exclaim. "Your reign is over! Take this!"

I hold the watch out by the chain and the face plate pops open. But before any time is frozen or enemy stopped a flash of silver zooms by me. And before my eyes, the pocket watch is sliced in half. Half is still hanging from the chain, but the three o'clock to nine o'clock is lying in the snow.

"What the –" but my fuck is cut off when I feel the sharp sting of a slash across my left cheek. Then another gash in my right shoulder.

With a whirl of sword-swinging from Elron and Cal's meaty forearm crossing in front of me like a shield, I am unsure as to what's going on. Then I see them: a line of four metallic playing cards lining Cal's arm from wrist to shoulder stabbed into the muscles and skin, blood dripping down his fingers. All of them the suit of hearts.

My eyes cut to Krampus. He is holding the final card in his hand, the queen. His Cheshire gin makes me want to punch him in the face. He flicks the last card at us, but Elron's ice blade reaches it before the projectile can come anywhere close to me.

"Damn, glad there are only thirteen in a deck," my giant says, plucking a razor-sharp death card from his tricep.

He and I both look down at the destroyed time-stoping pocket watch.

"So, we need a new plan," I say before all hell breaks loose.