Magicians and Red Candles
A story of Captain Waldo Hulasocks, a maroon rabbit.
Chapter Seven: King of Awkward Questions
The vehicle came to a gentle stop outside of Waldo's house. Inside, his father awaited dinner with the two young males. Preparing himself, Waldo rang the doorbell.
His father came to the door rather quickly, and opened it. The panic faded from his eyes and was replaced with relief. "Where have you two been?"
"Car troubles," Waldo blurted before Santa had a chance to answer. Turning to face him, he introduced Santa, "This is my boyfriend, Santa Claws. Santa Claws, this is my father, Gary."
Gary gave a curt nod, and straightened his coat, "Won't you boys come in? Dinner may be a little cold, but you're welcome to give it a shot."
What the hell, dad? Why so nice? Alarm bells shot throughout Waldo's pelt. His father had never been so caring, not to anyone, including his own son. Once inside his house, Waldo lead Santa to the dining room, where a wooden table with some sort of meal was set up.
Waldo's father followed them in, watching both of the boys very closely. "I hate to skip out on our first dinner together, but before you got here I received a call from work." And? Explain why we care, dad. "I'm sure you both know what's coming, but please bare in my I have a demanding job over at -" The bar. "- The Snooze Bar." Waldo's father had been working a late night job to cover the bills ever since his mom had left.
Waldo grimaced, "This won't count against my month, right? This does count as a dinner?"
"Absolutely." His dad smiled slightly, and started to pack up his things for work.
"No worries, I'll watch Santa Claws for you." Waldo tried adding in a playful tone.
Gary looked up, "It's not him that I'm worried about."
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Two hours had passed since Santa arrived in the Waldo home. They had reheated the meal set on the table, which turned out to be rather delicious, watched a movie, and now were yawning on the couch. Both of them had a tiring day, and it was good to just relax as the TV went on and on in the background about the weather.
Waldo stretched himself out on the couch, carefully trying to avoid Santa, who was sitting there. "Mind if I lay down?" He lazily asked.
"Not at all," Santa's voice shared the same coolness and relaxed aura that Waldo's did. Tonight hadn't been half bad. Santa glanced over to his right where Waldo lie comfortable. Without a sound, Santa stretched out next to him, and started to stroke his face gently.
Waldo was fighting the urge to reach over and touch Santa, but he didn't want to seem too... interested. With girls, they always pulled away, or he went too quickly and things never worked out.
Santa continued to lightly stroke and pet down Waldo's body. Coming back up so his face was in view, he shifted closer, and started to kiss Waldo.
This time Waldo knew how to respond. Waldo tried desperately to not act like a toon whose done this a million times. His heart was beating insanely fast and he needed Santa. Waldo started running his tongue along the crease of Santa's lips asking for entrance.
The two were fully engrossed by licking, moaning, and cuddling on the couch.
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Soon enough there was a break in the make out session, and Santa propped himself up on his elbows. He was laying chest to chest with Waldo, whom was underneath him.
Waldo looked straight into Santa's gorgeous emerald eyes, asking a silent question that could only be answered one way. This certain question had been burning in his mind for the past week, and he had no idea if Santa could even tell what it was.
Something changed inside of Santa's eyes, his features brightened slightly, and in response, again started kissing Waldo.
Once more, the kissing slowly stopped, and Waldo breathed, "Come."
The rabbit lead his way out of the living room, passed the dining room and the porch, and stopped after the two were in a dark room.
"This your's?" Santa asked, looking around, trying to make the objects out.
Waldo flicked on a lamp near the bed, "Yep. This is my room."
As the furniture inside the big room lit up, Santa gasped, "Your room is beautiful." The room was decorated with brown and gold furniture, each complimenting the next.
Waldo smiled, not a smirk, but a genuine smile.
Santa walked over to where Waldo was, sitting on the bed, and asked, "Do you mind if we make-out some more.? I kinda like kissing you."
Without waiting for a response, the black cat rolled Waldo onto the bed and began to gently kiss, lick, and nibble on him.
Waldo knew something was finally right in his life, Sighing contently, he reached over to the lamp and turned it back off.
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Santa and Waldo woke up as the garage door was closing. Mumbling slightly, Waldo tried to pull himself out of the covers, but never succeeded. Next to him, lay Santa, who was breathing softly and evenly, but his eyes were opened.
Panic shot through Waldo. What if he wants to pretend this ..never happened? Or is going to leave me? Oh god, he has to marry Trevon! Denying the urge to stay silent, Waldo spoke, "What just happened here?"
Santa rolled over to face Waldo, "I don't think I even have the strength to tell you, Waldo." He looked perfect, like almost an angel.
"So you're sayin' I rocked your world?" Waldo smiled slyly.
Santa just stared, his gaze full of affection, "Not to add to your already considerable ego, but you can consider my world rocked."
Just then, a blast of cold air hit Waldo. His father had opened the door.
Gary simply gasped, he didn't look angry, but more so.. shocked. "Uh, Waldo, does this mean it's safe to assume you're gay?" He looked confused, an emotion Waldo had never saw on his father's face.
"Oh yeah, it's safe." I have officially decided on who the King of Awkward Questions would be.. With that, Waldo snuggled closer to Santa, and slowly fell back asleep.
Authors note: Sorry for the fade out to black technique. There has been various issues involving this chapter, and I wanted to get it out there so
this is the best I could do.. Forgive me :D? Review please! A quick shout out to all of you who've reviewed and beta'd for me. It's appreciated.
