Smutty Advent, Day 8

Marcus put on the white wig and beard, eyebrows going up as he stared at himself in the mirror. Somehow he'd gotten himself volunteered to play Santa Clause at Oliver and Jack's annual Christmas party. Oliver had given him some bullshit about having the biggest lap and the strongest hand.

He'd had more than a few drinks in him at the time and had succumbed to Oliver's flattery. That and the fact that there wasn't much he wouldn't do for Oliver.

There was a whole suit and hat, boots as well, though just now he was only hairy.

One day he'd have a boy of his own and he wouldn't be volunteering for this shit. One day.