Santa Baby
"Brian, can we get a tree for Christmas?" Justin asked.
"Fuck no! I don't believe in that crap."
"But, it's almost Christmas and the loft is so empty. Please, Brian."
Brian made a face. "Your mother has a tree, doesn't she?"
"Yes."
"Then go visit her and spend some quality time with that tree."
Justin made a face back at him. "It's not the same. This would be our tree.
It would make the loft look cheerier and more festive for the holidays."
"I don't want a tree. I never have a tree."
"There's a first time for everything."
"Not for this."
"Don't you have any holiday spirit?" Justin asked.
"I have no idea what holiday spirit is and I don't want to find out."
"That's sad."
Brian didn't like to hear that. "It's a fact, a pathetic fact according to you.
I don't do Christmas."
"But you could."
"No, I couldn't."
"Brian…"
"No, Justin. Besides I don't have any ornaments and we're hardly financially in
a position to be wasting money on that shit."
"It's not shit, and my mother has lots of ornaments. She used to decorate the
tree all in one color one year and then a whole different color the next. She'd
rotate them from year to year. I'm sure she'd let us use some, whatever color
she isn't using this year."
"So now I have to beg your mother for fucking secondhand ornaments to decorate a
fucking tree that I don't fucking want."
"You wouldn't have to beg. I'll ask her. Please?"
"No."
"Come on, Brian. I'll make it worth your while."
"Are you going to try to bribe me with sex? Well, it won't work."
"It's always worked before."
"I said no."
"But…"
"Justin." Brian tried to steel his face and look threatening, but one glance at
Justin's delectable pout and crocodile tears and he was screwed. "Fuck, you
make life impossible."
"And fun," Justin said with a grin, the tears completely gone now.
"All right, go see if your mother will lend you the ornaments."
"I'll call her right now, and then we can get a tree. Right?"
"Yes."
"Thank you, thank you, thank you," Justin gushed kissing all over Brian's face.
Brian grimaced at him, but made no attempt to stop him. Finally Justin gave him
a hearty smack on the lips and went to retrieve the phone to call his mother.
As he went down the steps from the bedroom Brian called after him, "You realize
we can only afford a Charlie Brown tree. It will be pathetic."
"I can fix it," Justin said happily. "It will look great when I'm through with
it."
Brian sat down on the edge of the bed. He shook his head. How did that kid get
him to do things he totally didn't want to do? He believed that Justin could
probably make any pitiful tree look great. It took so little to make the boy
happy. Justin came back up the steps. "She says we can have the red
decorations or the white. She's using blue this year."
"Whoopee!"
"Get into the spirit of this, will you?"
"Yeah, sure."
"She says I can come and get them right away, and
then we could get a tree tomorrow."
"We could, could we?"
"But you said…"
"Yeah, I did. We'll get a tree tomorrow."
"Thanks, Brian. You'll like it when you see it finished. I know you will."
"Go get the fucking ornaments," Brian griped.
"Aren't you going to come with me?"
"I'm not riding the bus to your mother's and I'm not paying for a taxi when I
don't want to do this in the first place."
"Okay, okay," Justin said quickly. "I'm leaving right now. Maybe I'll get Mom
to drive me back since I'll have all that stuff to carry."
"Good," Brian said knowing that Justin had been trying to guilt Brian into going
with him.
Justin sighed. "I'll be back in a couple of hours."
"I'm sure I can entertain myself while you're gone."
Justin stuck his tongue out at Brian as he grabbed his coat and took off to
catch the bus. Brian sat on the bed. He had been an old scrooge to Justin. He
really shouldn't be so mean. Suddenly a thought crossed his mind. He got up
and went into his storage cupboard where he began rifling through boxes.
Two hours later Justin rode the elevator up to the loft carrying bags of
decorations that his mother had given him. He smiled happily knowing that
tomorrow they would get a tree and that he would make it look great. He wished
he could get Brian more into the spirit of Christmas. However, Brian had agreed
to all this.
That was progress. He could only push so far.
He shoved back the loft door and set his bags inside. "Brian," he called.
"Up here," Brian said from the bedroom.
"I got lots of great ornaments. Mom said we could have more if we need them
depending on the size of … our … tree."
Justin's mouth hung open as he walked up the steps to the bedroom. On the bed
sat a very naked and aroused Brian wearing only a Santa hat.
"OOOOH, Santa Baby!" Justin crooned.
Brian chuckled. "Did I get into the Christmas spirit enough while you were
gone?" Brian asked with a smirk.
"You certainly did. Mom'll love it. Mom!"
Justin called.
"Fuck! She's not down there, is she?"
"No," Justin giggled.
"You little asshole!"
"Oooooh, Santa Baby,
don't be mad. I was just having a little fun."
"Come over here and you can have even more fun."
"Yes, Santa Baby. I think this is going to be one
very festive and fulfilling Christmas."
"Count on it," Brian said as he pulled Justin onto the bed.
"Where did you get that hat?"
"I fucked Santa at
"You didn't?"
"I did. Of course, all he was wearing was a thong and this hat. He was so
appreciative he gave me the hat."
"You are evil."
"I'm showing my version of Christmas spirit."
Justin grabbed the hat and put it on. "Want to fuck this Santa this year?" he
said with a grin.
"Ooooh, Santa Baby," Brian moaned before his lips locked onto his personal
Santa's lips.
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