Smutty Advent, Day 31

Rook woke up with a gasp, shivering, his cock hard, leaking copious amounts of pre-come. Reaching out, he grabbed onto Jase's arm and held on.

"Mmm. Rook." His lover pushed close.

"Jase? That is you, right?"

"Uh... should it not be?"

"No. I mean yes. Of course. I just... I had this really weird, really realistic dream."

"What about?" Jason's hand wrapped around his cock, starting moving.

"Oh, fuck. Yes." He lay back down, spreading his legs. "It was about Santa. I saw him come down the chimney and saw he had a... well, a mountain in his pants. So I asked if he wanted a blow job and he said yes. Jase. He was hung."

Jason's hand stilled. "I guess I should be tickled you didn't call me Santa..."

"I wasn't cheating! It was Santa, he doesn’t' count."

"Uh-huh." Was Jase laughing at him?

Sticking his tongue out at Jase, he grabbed his lover's hand and got it moving on his hard, needy cock.

"Are you sure you don't want to go molest a mall Santa?"

Yeah. Jason was laughing at him.

He pounced Jason and felt around for his lover's prick. Jase was half-hard and heavy for him. He began to wriggle down, eager to suck his lover.

"Horny man." The words were soft, fond, fill of love.

He looked up, grinned. "I don't know, honey - would you consider wearing a red suit and a white beard for me?"