Kurt-

I really liked the note you left for me. I thought I'd try to repay you by writing my own story for you. There is so much I enjoy about Christmas – family and friends, baking, cookies, gingerbread houses (we're so making one together), snowmen, hanging stockings and decorating the tree. When I was little, I loved going to see the Santa down at the mall. I'd make my mom take me every weekend from Thanksgiving until Christmas. But when you read this, I don't want you to picture that overweight old guy. See, there's a new Santa in town – and he bears a striking resemblance to yours truly – black framed glasses and all!

I miss you.

-Blaine

Coming in from checking on the reindeer, the snow swirls around my boots before I shut the door to my private office. Unlike the frigid chill of the Arctic air outside, my office is always warm, heated by a large fire in the stone fireplace. It takes time to strip off the layers of clothing I have to don before leaving this shelter. Off comes my wool coat – no, it isn't red, but a dark hunter green that reads as almost black depending on the lighting. Next, a dark grey fisherman's knit sweater is yanked over my head and dropped on to a chair I keep in the corner for just this purpose. When I'm finally standing in just a tight maroon Henley and my jeans, held up by my ever present suspenders, I sit to undo my heavy black boots. Those I leave in front of the fireplace to dry.

One of my assistants has left a pair of Christmas themed socks for me on my desk. Stripping the wet socks from my feet, I slip on the new, dry pair and flex my toes. Bliss.

The two weeks before Christmas are always the most strenuous. Lists need to be triple checked. Toys need to be packed and made ready for shipping on the giant sleighs we keep. The elves and I seem to work twenty three hours a day, although this truly would be impossible.

The very last thing I need to be dealing with is one naughty elf.

The thing about being the man in charge is, I know you'll be waiting outside my office door. I summoned you here earlier, before leaving to check on the reindeer. I wanted you to sit and stew, wondering why I had singled you out. Although, given your recent actions, how could you not know?

Striding to the door, I pull it open without it making a sound. You are sitting in a chair, leaning forward to stare at the rug beneath your booted feet. It's not like I require the elves to wear their tight green leggings, or those tunic tops you all seem to favor. If you wanted to work in jeans and t-shirts, I would be fine with it. Every time I suggest it, though, the members of the Elf Council look horrified at the mere thought of making such a change.

"Kurt!" I call out. Given the quiet of the ante-room, it sounds like a shout, although it wasn't. Either way you startle, almost falling out of the chair before steadying yourself.

Pushing the door further open in invitation, I watch as you stand up, a mask of defiance slipping over your features as you stalk past me. For once I am grateful for the form-fitting leggings you wear as they show off the impressive assets hidden beneath.

When the door closes with a click, you whirl around jabbing a finger at my chest. "I don't care what he told you, it's not true."

I wish the first thing to spill from your lips wasn't a lie. Frowning, I refuse to comment. Instead I walk around you to my desk, taking a seat in the chair and pulling up the video that cannot be contradicted. Crooking my finger, I force you to walk over to me so that you can watch the images on the screen. When you stand at the corner of the desk, I reach out and grasp your hip, pulling you to stand between my legs.

There, in color, are the images of you and another tall, slender elf stripping off your clothing before engaging in carnal behavior. I find myself caught up in watching your graceful body as he brings you ever closer to completion. Leaning forward, my cheek presses against your hip as my fingers tap the buttons to zoom in on your ethereal face at the moment you spill.

Video over, I stand, only then realizing that you stand several inches taller than me. Unusual for an elf, but one more trait I find intriguing. "Would you like to begin again, Kurt?" I ask softly leaning in to force you against my desk.

" .it was fully consensual, Sir."

"Clearly," I rasp. Your lips are a beautiful rose color and I find it difficult to choose between staring at them or your blue eyes that change colors with your moods.

"I don't know what you want me to say, Sir," you finally admit.

Taking a deep breath, I let it out slowly and meet your gaze. "We're in the busiest part of our year when everyone is putting in 110% to make this holiday a success and I get pulled out of my work because two naughty elves have claimed illness and snuck into the reindeer enclosure to fuck. How about you start with 'I'm sorry.'"

Your gaze drops away with embarrassment as you whisper, "I'm sorry, Santa."

"It's Blaine."

The sharing of my name startles you into looking at me once more. "I'm sorry, Blaine," you murmur again. "I'm sorry my actions caused you to be pulled away from your responsibilities. I promise to do better."

"That's all I can ask of you," I say, leaning forward to place a chaste kiss on your cheek to let you know all is forgiven. As I pull away you turn your head, capturing my lips with your own. There are a hundred reasons why I shouldn't allow this to happen.

But I do.

Your strong hands slide up my chest to my neck before finding purchase in my messy curls. At the same time I run my tongue over your lower lip, insisting on entrance to your mouth. At the touch of our tongues, a moan wraps around both of us and I find myself pressing you to my desk, slowly pulling one green clad leg up to wrap around my waist as we begin to thrust against each other.

As much as I am filled with desire and aching need, I know I can't allow this to continue. Yanking myself away from the addiction that is your lips, I fall back into my chair, desperate to catch my breath.

"Kurt – we can't. I can't." I try putting together a coherent string of words, but you've taken that ability from me.

Giving me the sultriest look I've ever seen, you carefully slide off of my desk, kneeling between my legs, palming my erection as you look at me through long lashes. "Give me a chance to be on the Nice list, Blaine. Let me be Nice to you. I know you want this. Want me." Your words and tone are pure seduction.

I don't stop you as your fingers unsnap my jeans, or tug my suspenders down. I even help by lifting myself off the chair as you tug my jeans and briefs down my legs. I give you one last opportunity.

"Kurt, you don't have to do this," I breathe.

"I'm not doing anything I don't want to, Blaine," you purr, moving closer to your prize. "And I do have to do this." I can feel the warmth of your breath as you speak those last words before flicking out your tongue to lap at the head of my cock. I throw back my head, eyes shut tight, and just feel.

It's heaven on earth.

Without conscious thought, my fingers end up tangled in your hair, guiding your movements. You're the one who encourages me to wrap my legs over the arms of the chair, allowing you additional access. And when your mouth leaves my cock, only to travel lower, I can no longer hold back the sounds of my pleasure.

I can't catch my breath as your mouth and tongue travel back and forth between my swollen cock and my ass. You play me like a violin, never allowing me enough to push me over until I'm begging you for my release. Then you replace your devilish tongue with a finger and wrap those pink lips around me again.

You release me from your mouth long enough to command, "Look at me, Blaine!"

Our eyes meet and I feel myself fly into a thousand pieces.

Five days later I find you haven't learned your lesson. I'm working my way through the list of Naughty children, checking for actions that might warrant removal and reclassification when an alert flashes over my computer monitor. Clicking the alert, I find live-streaming video of you and that same elf from before, stripping off your shirts.

I'm out of my chair and shrugging into my heavy wool coat before I realize I've moved at all. All I know is my anger at your actions and that I truly don't have time to deal with this so close to Christmas.

By the time I reach the reindeer enclosure and the stall you've occupied, more clothing has been removed. I grab your arm and yank you off of your lover, tossing you unceremoniously to the ground behind me.

"Get. Back. To. Work." I manage to grind out to your paramour who is frantically attempting to cover himself with the pieces of clothing strewn about. Spinning on my heel, I grab you back up and drag you outside unconcerned at your unclothed state.

"Blaine," you stutter as the cold take a hold of you.

"Don't speak," I hiss.

Within a hundred steps we are at the door that leads to my office, but I drag you further down the building, aware of your shivering, until we reach the private entrance to my apartments. Removing the key from my pants, I open the door and shove you inside.

Wordlessly we march up the stairs that take us to the sitting area. I couldn't tell you the last time I was here in this room, but I do know that I wasn't the one to set up the Christmas tree or left the fire burning in the fireplace on the off-chance that I might have a moment to return and rest.

Pushing you gently towards the fireplace to warm up, I strip out of my coat and boots before stalking towards you.

"Are you always this slow to learn a lesson, Kurt?" I ask, coming to stand directly in front of you.

This time you have the sense not to speak, shaking your head before dropping your gaze.

"Then can you please explain to me why you were about to allow that elf to fuck you in the reindeer enclosure. Again."

When I am again met with a silent shaking of your head, I move even closer, brushing your upturned ear with my lips, "Is he that good of a lover, Kurt? Because from what I gathered, he's rather … average. Why are you settling for less than you deserve?"

"He … he's there."

"And so am I, Kurt."

Your shock at my words makes it easier to move you from the fireplace. Sitting in the middle of my sofa, I pull you down and then across my lap, placing your ass up in the air, exactly where I want it to be. With one calloused hand, I caress your firm cheeks.

"You've been so naughty, Kurt. And even though I thought you learned your lesson, I find you out in the barn, fucking-"

My hand spanks you hard.

"-some other elf. I thought-"

Again, my hand lands a hard strike, bringing a surprised cry from your lips.

"we had come to an understanding. Apparently I was wrong. So let me attempt to make things perfectly clear, Kurt. No one-"

Slap.

"gets to touch you. No one but me. Unless you object to this arrangement. You can, you know. Refuse me. I'll give you the rest of your punishment and you can leave." I hear you sniffling before your muffled words reach my ears.

"And if I stay?"

My hand returns to gently caressing your ass, now flushed bright red from the spanking you're receiving. "I'll give you the fucking you deserve, Kurt," I growl, before landing two more hard smacks to your bottom.

I'm almost certain of your choice, given the swollen erection that's been pressing into my thigh since I laid you over my thighs, but there's always a chance. Slowly I ease you up, although you choose to slide off the couch and lean over the seat cushions, not placing any weight on your sore bottom.

"I need to get some … items from my bedroom. If you're here when I return, I'll know you've made your choice. But understand me, Kurt. I won't share you. If you have needs, you will come to me. If you choose to go, you may borrow my coat and boots."

It doesn't take me long to find the oil we will need, but I sit on the edge of my bed counting to one hundred to give you enough time to make your choice. I'm interrupted in the seventies by your lithe form filling the doorway to my bedroom. Silently you cross the room and slide on to the top of the bed.

"I choose you," you murmur from where your head is buried in one of my pillows.

Smiling, I tug the bed coverings from underneath you so they won't become stained and strip out of my clothing. Tossing the bottle of oil towards your head, I move to straddle your hips intent on learning the taste of every inch of your body.

You are so responsive under me and though I've taken my time making you feel loved and special, it seems like only moments before I am kneeling behind you, your lower half propped up on pillows, legs spread in anticipation of what is to come.

Adding more oil to my engorged flesh, I place the tip of my cock at your entrance and push.

Your heat grips me like nothing else of this world and I find myself sliding home into your body. Your keens of pleasure flame my desire, and before I know it, my hands are gripping your hips tightly so I can slam into you over and over again.

I know the spanking I delivered earlier is heightening the sensations on your ass as my thighs brush against it rhythmically. Sliding my arms around your torso, I pull you up so you are sitting on my lap, impaled on my cock.

"It was never like this was it, Kurt?" I growl, biting your shoulder as I continue to thrust up into your willing body.

"Nooo," you wail as I continue my assault.

"You're mine!"

"Yours"

"Show me," I gasp, wrapping a hand around your cock and sliding it up and down frantically.

Your shout of my name is probably heard by half the elves working at the North Pole, but I don't care. I want them to know you belong to me and that I've given you the best pleasure you've ever known. But as your body clenches down in its release, I find myself thrown over the edge of bliss.

I don't even bother with withdrawing from your body. Instead I turn us both, still connected, until we are on our sides, wrapping my arms around your slender form. Kissing your neck and shoulders, I decide that taking a short nap, before going back to that list of naughty children, would probably find me in a better mood.

Or, as I find you moving slowly against me, bringing my cock to life once again, perhaps a second round would have the same effect?