Dear Father Christmas

Rhys

the once and future
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Please deliver one CarsonShepard to my door clad only in a big red bow.

Thanks ever so much.

Yes, I've been naughty but you wouldn't have me any other way.

:D
 
come sit on my lap and tell me all about it
 
I've been really really naughty this year

and I always ask Santa for the biggest and hardest - I mean shiniest - present there is.
 
well, I think we need to get the lube, then you can bounce on my lap all you want.
 
And such a naughty voyeur am I, to be eavesdropping on this lusty chat.

Yum.

:kiss:
 
Let it Snow!

"The car won't start."

"What?"

"You heard me." He drops the keys on the table and shoves up to the kerosene heater, crossing his arms over his chest and shivering. "It's so fucking cold, the engine won't turn over."

"No way. We can't be stuck here," I whine. He'd dragged me up here to check on his precious hunting cabin and now we're trapped. Fuck! "I gotta go to work in the morning, Rhys..."

"So do I," he reminds me somewhat irritably. "But unless you want to get out there and push the car down the mountain, we're not going anywhere till it warms up."

No electricity... no heat.... I pull the wool blanket up over my head and bitch silently to myself because there's no use talking to him when he gets like this.
 
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He goes over and flips on the battery-powered weather radio. The dull drone of the announcer's voice penetrates my brain. Winter storm advisory in effect. I peep out from under the blanket and see that the light snow has gotten heavier.

"We're about to get snowed in," he remarks like it's no big deal.

"But we don't have any heat, we don't have any food, we're gonna starve to death up here!"

He sits down heavily by my feet, wiggling out of his coat. I can see his outline through the blanket.

"Don't worry, you'll be okay. You're too skinny to keep me alive very long if you die first," he says cheerfully.

I drop the blanket and give him the full-on death glare, but he just laughs and I finally do too.

"You're such an asshole."

"And you're such a damn drama queen," he answers. He reaches over and slaps my thigh. "Cheer up, mate. I can think of worse things than getting snowed in all alone up here in a remote mountain cabin with a slutty young thing like yourself."
 
I shiver at the idea of getting naked right now, and pull the blanket up tighter around me. When he moves toward me, suddenly predatory, I whine in protest.

"I'll freeze my dick off."

"What I've got in mind will keep it warm," he promises as he pulls the blanket loose from around my feet and crawls under it.
 
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He goes over and flips on the battery-powered weather radio. The dull drone of the announcer's voice penetrates my brain. Winter storm advisory in effect. I peep out from under the blanket and see that the light snow has gotten heavier.

"We're about to get snowed in," he remarks like it's no big deal.

"But we don't have any heat, we don't have any food, we're gonna starve to death up here!"

He sits down heavily by my feet, wiggling out of his coat. I can see his outline through the blanket.

"Don't worry, you'll be okay. You're too skinny to keep me alive very long if you die first," he says cheerfully.

I drop the blanket and give him the full-on death glare, but he just laughs and I finally do too.

"You're such an asshole."

"And you're such a damn drama queen," he answers. He reaches over and slaps my thigh. "Cheer up, mate. I can think of worse things than getting snowed in all alone up here in a remote mountain cabin with a slutty young thing like yourself."


You're such an asshole he said cheerfully :D
 
I huff but when I feel his hands sliding up my legs, and the heat of his breath warming my balls through my jeans, I grab his shoulders under the blanket and close my eyes, tilting my head back. Dammit. Like I can resist him in any way, when he touches me my willpower just dissolves into a puddle. I hate that he knows that.

His fingers slide up my crotch, tracing the line of my cock that is now straining against the hard barrier of my jeans. They tug at my fly, releasing the zipper. His hands are cold from trying to start the car and I draw in a quick, pained gasp but he only chuckles, his cold nose touching my lower belly as he pushes my shirt up. All I can see is a slight bump, his head under teh covers that are draped over my raised knees; but I feel his warm, agile tongue start to circle the sensitive spot under my belly button. I close my hands in his hair and he gives his own little gasp, because it makes him hot when I pull his hair.

"Mmmm, watch it... you're making me want to fuck the hell out of you, little boy," his growly voice says under the blanket. I feel his teeth delicately outline the very tip of my cockhead and I stop, trembling even though the chill has left me.
 
"Too bad you didn't bring the, you know..."

"The what?" he says and I can just hear the smirk in his voice, he's going to make me say it.

"The dildo," I answer, groaning as his tongue flicks over my slit. One hand works my shaft while the other slides down over my balls, teasing that spot just above my hole with the index finger. I know all about what his fingers can do and I squirm, fighting to keep control of myself.

"The new one?" he questions relentlessly, tauntingly. "The big, shiny purple one with the brand new batteries? I wish I'd grabbed it because I'd love to make you suck it, and then slide it into this tight little ass, and watch while you opened around it and it stretched you so wide..."
 
and I love watching it slide in and out of your ass....
 
Fuck, I groaned and I let go of his hair to push my jeans down fruther to give him better access. I heard him laugh under the blanket and he pushed my leg over his head and tugged my jeans off and dropped them on the floor. His cold cheeks shocked my naked thighs but I didn't care. His tongue swirled over my balls and I grabbed the backs of my knees and pulled my legs up, lifting my hips.

"Yeah, that's it," he said harshly. I was dripping now and he slurped it, running his tongue down my shaft, making me quiver.

"Suck it..."

"Suck it what?"

Usually I woulda gotten smart with "Suck it now" but I wasn't but I in the mood to play right now.

“Suck it please.”

"That's better."

His hot mouth wrapped around the head of my cock and he sucked, so torturously slow, and I bucked against him because it felt so good but it wasn't enough. Somehow, no matter how much I fought it, he created this empty feeling inside me and I needed it filled. I let go of my legs and wrapped them around his back, pulling him closer, my hands tugging at whatever piece of his clothing I could reach.
 
oh the weather outside is frightful
but the fire is so delightful
and since we've no place to go

let it snow
let it snow
let it snow....
 
"What do you want?" he grunted as I pulled on him and squirmed urgently, trying to tug him up between my legs and yank his clothes off at the same time.

"Dammit," I cursed at him softly, because he knew perfectly well what I wanted.

All the sudden he pulled away from me, tossed the blanket back and was on his feet while I lay there confused in a panting and throbbing heap. "Where the hell are you -"

I was talking to an empty room. He was outside, the door left ajar, and a minute later he was back with an icy wind and something in his hand.

"What the fuck is that?" I demanded my suspicion overriding my aroused cock for the moment.

With a grin, he raised his hand and showed me a thick, stout, broken off icicle. I dropped my mouth open in horror, but I couldn't deny a little tingle shot through me when I thought of the possibilities.

"Yeah... that's right..." and all the sudden the icicle was in my mouth and he was standing over me watching avidly. I understood immediately and started to suck it. He loved to watch me suck things... dildos, his cock, whatever. I ran my tongue over the sharp edges, smoothing them down with the heat of my mouth. "Play with yourself," he demanded and I reached down and started stroking my cock slowly. No matter what the situation he could always come up with a unique and kinky idea.
 
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