A/N: This is a bit of blatant PWP based on this picture: slashrules(dot)tumblr(dot)com/post/14779053687

Thanks to kgq for a quick anti-brit check. It's unbetaed, so any mistakes are all down to me and the beer I was drinking while I wrote it.

It's set just after Christmas, so a couple of months after the Halloween party in chapter 2.

Riley and I both get back to our apartment a few days after Christmas. We've been home to see our families, but want to party with our friends from school at New Years. I get back around lunchtime and he arrives a couple of hours later.

I was surprised by how much I missed him over the holidays. I got the odd text from him and we tweeted each other sometimes, but our relationship is still hazy and undefined. I would have liked to have talked to him on the phone, but didn't want to look too needy by calling, and he never called me.

I'm sitting in the living room watching some movie when I hear his key in the door. My heart jumps in my chest, excited at the prospect of seeing him. I want to leap up and greet him but I stay where I am, acting cool.

I hear him dump his bags in his room, then he comes through and stands in the doorway.

"Hi Em," he says, a huge grin plastered on his face. "Did you miss me?"

"Hey, man." I grin back. I ignore his question but feel my cheeks heat a little.

He's flushed from the cold outside and his eyes are bright, hair ruffled. I want to go over and pull him into my arms and kiss him but I'm not sure what he'd think about that. We normally only kiss when we fuck. Although now that I think about it, fucking sounds like a great idea.

We stare at each other, the silence a little awkward. But then Riley moves across the room and he's in my lap before I have time to think about it. His hands are in my hair and his lips are on mine and it feels awesome. His lips drag across my cheek and down my jaw and I grip his hips as he murmurs against my skin.

"I really fucking missed you."

I smile into his hair. "Me too."

"I have a surprise for you actually." He pulls back and looks at me, amused but uncertain. "It's just silly really... I know we said we wouldn't get gifts for each other but I saw this and thought of you."

"Aw no," I protest. "I feel bad now. We weren't supposed to get each other anything."

"Well this is really for me as much as you," he grins mischievously. "Do you want to see?"

I know that glint in his eye. "Does the pope shit in the woods?" I smirk at him.

"Okay." He turns to go. "Close your eyes, I'll be right back."

I settle back on the sofa and shut my eyes obediently. I listen to the distant sounds of him moving around in his room for a minute or two. My dick is filling with anticipation, usually if Riley wants to show me something it ends well.

"Okay, do you still have your eyes shut?" His voice comes from the hallway.

"Uh huh," I reply.

"It's kind of stupid really," he says. "But I know you like it when I dress up in weird shit like this and I thought it was cute. You can look now."

I open my eyes and I can't help laughing. He looks hilarious... but also, being Riley, totally hot – and he knows it. He likes dressing up in strange things but he always picks combinations that show off his assets. My chuckle dies away pretty quickly as I examine his latest outfit.

He's standing in front of me wearing skin-tight shorts made of red, stretchy fabric that hug him in all the right places. He's half hard already and it's plain to see. His torso is bare, his beautiful golden skin and lean body fully exposed. His legs are covered with long, red and white stripy stockings that stop high on his thighs, leaving just a few inches of bare skin between the white ribbing at the top of the stockings and the bottom of his red trunks. On his head he's wearing a sparkly Santa hat trimmed with white fur. He's grinning at my reaction when my eyes finally get back to his face.

"So, you like it?" He looks pointedly at the obvious bulge in my sweatpants.

"You look some weird kind of kinky elf." I reply. "But apparently I'm into that shit. Now come here."

He moves to stand between my legs. I run my hands over his flat, smooth belly, his hip bones, the curve of his ass under the silky red fabric. I grab his butt and pull him close and lick and suck at the strips of skin above his crazy stockings. He sighs and slides his hands into my hair, pulling my face up. I rub my cheek against his now very erect cock.

"Suck me," he murmurs.

I mouth him through the fabric at first, teasing him with my hot breath through the material until he tugs on my hair impatiently and bucks his hips. I love it when he's pushy, I can never resist torturing him until he gets impatient.

Finally I relent and hook my fingers into the stretchy material, easing it down around his thighs. His cock springs out, warm against my face and I bury my nose into the pale brown hair at his groin, loving the smell of him.

"Please," he whines, holding his cock and stroking it eagerly.

I push his hand away and replace it with my own, guiding him into my mouth. Then I settle into giving him an awesome blow job. It's the least I can do seeing as I haven't got him a Christmas gift. I put all my new-found skills to good use. I suck and lick and swirl my tongue, alternating between taking him deep and sucking on the sensitive head until he's gasping and the muscles in his ass start to clench under my hands. He comes without warning, but I know him well enough by now and was ready for it. I hold his jizz in my mouth until his cock has finished pulsing and then pull off to swallow. I grin up at him as he smiles back, flushed and panting.

"Merry Christmas," I chuckle.

"Oral sex is always a thoughtful gift," he nods, his lips still quirking up at the corners. "Right, it's your turn now."

He clambers onto me again and pulls my t-shirt off, kissing me and running his hands over all the skin he can reach. He pushes me sideways until I'm lying on the couch.

"Off," he says, tugging at my sweatpants.

I lift my hips obligingly as he pulls them down along with my underwear, taking my socks with them too and tossing the tangled bundle of clothing aside. Riley wriggles down between my thighs and spreads them wide, grinning up at me as I look down at him. His Santa hat is a little crooked now. I pull it off so I can slide my fingers into his hair and tug gently. Now it's my turn to be impatient.

He sets to work, returning the favor and my head falls back against the cushions as I abandon myself to the sensation of Riley sucking my cock. The boy is a fucking genius at it. He works quickly, taking me deep with each movement and I feel the urge to come building quickly. His hands are on my thighs, spreading them wide and his thumbs graze my balls and then slip lower. I tense as I feel them move back towards my ass. He's not touched me there before and when we've talked about it I've admitted that I'm nervous about it – although not totally averse to the idea. But his mouth feels incredible on my cock and when his thumbs brush the sensitive skin around my hole it feels weird, but good. I force myself to relax and spread my legs wider in invitation, humming my appreciation.

He moves a hand up and touches my lips with his fingers. I realize what he wants and open my mouth, drawing his fingers in and sucking them to make them wet. Then his hand is back and his spit-slick fingers are circling my hole as he continues sucking my cock like a pro. I feel my body resist for a moment as he pushes a finger inside me but he keeps it there, working it in and out in tiny movements. It's so fucking intense. I lift my hips and push back against him, showing him that I want more and he fucks me with his finger as I feel my orgasm building.

"Fuck, Riley!" I gasp and grip his hair as I buck up into his mouth and clench around his finger. My cock throbs and jerks in his mouth as he swallows around me. My orgasm feels as though it's been pulled from me and leaves me drained and trembling. When I stop quivering, Riley lets my cock slip from his mouth and crawls up my body to kiss me while I wrap my arms around him, his body warm against mine.

"Merry Christmas, Em," he murmurs against the skin of my neck when his lips leave mine.

"A weird elf costume and first time fingering." I chuckle as I tighten my arms around him. "Well it's certainly an original present."

A/N: Merry Christmas *grin*