the world. “Okay. I’m Les Winter.”
“Tobias Strahleund.” Desperately Tobias looked around. His superiors had noticed the cease of information flow, and he was bound to get in trouble if he stood here any longer. He couldn’t bring himself to leave though, not while Les stood, staring searchingly at him, not while he could practically see that tiny virtually empty heart filling up bit by bit with…him.
“I’ve got to go. My mom will be home from work and she’ll expect me.” Les didn’t move though, and Tobias at last hit upon a solution.
“Yes. She’s not to be upset; I understood that immediately about her. Here.” He snatched a small bit of decoration from the display and breathed on it. “Take this with you. If it works like it’s supposed to, I’ll be able to find you as long as you have it with you.”
And he had. He’d stolen every moment he could over the years to visit with Les, watched him grow, watched his emptiness fill, until his heart and mind and soul were alight with life and intelligence.
But until Les had taken over his father’s firm, until thirty years ago when his boy had graduated college and gone to work at twenty-two, that heart had still been missing one of the vital elements that made human life worthwhile.
Joy.
Love.
Tobias.
He’d attended the very first Christmas party that Les had arranged, the very first ever Winter and Sons Christmas party. Thirty years ago today, in this very room, after the last of the employees had left with their white Christmas bonus envelope in hand, Les had caught himself a Christmas elf under the mistletoe and kissed Tobias.
And in that moment, with that kiss, Tobias became a little less mythical, and Les became a little less human. They exchanged more than passion as parts of their souls became intertwined. So many years later, Tobias couldn’t explain how their clothes had disappeared, he couldn’t quite remember the order in which caresses had been exchanged, but he’d never forget the feeling of having Les inside him for the first time.
At last the cleaning crew trotted out, white envelopes clutched in their gloved hands, faces beaming with joy. Les strolled over to the tree and knelt to turn off the twinkling lights.
“Come out. I know you’re here.” Les’s voice rang with mirth.
Laughing, Tobias leapt from the tree, shedding his disguise and embracing his lover. “How did you know?”
Les smiled down at him, older yes, than when he’d seen him last, but happier, too. “I didn’t just see you. I felt you; I’ve always felt you, here.” He took Tobias’s hand in his and pressed it over his beating heart.
Tobias savored that throbbing beat, closed his eyes and soaked in the presence of his beloved. Les’s heart was full of life, intelligence, joy, love. Tobias filled his heart with all the things a man needed to thrive, and even in his exile, Les had built the spark into a conflagration that would consume them both. His eyes were still closed when the rhythm of the heartbeat sped, when Les captured his lips in a firm kiss.
He kept them closed when he parted his lips, when Les swept his tongue inside, when heat melted away the vestiges of uncertainty and replaced them with passion. Tobias opened his heart and mind and melted into Les’s embrace, reveling in the touch and scent of the man he loved.
When Les pulled away to press his lips to the smooth skin of Tobias’s jaw, Tobias moaned softly. “I missed you, my love.”
“Missed you, so much.” Les licked along his jaw, up to the fine delicate shell of his ear, a searing path of sensation setting Tobias atremble as his cock stirred to life. Les bit the fragile earlobe, breathed hotly across the delicate hairs, then sucked. Tobias shuddered and arched, bringing their groins together.
“Oh, yes. Toby, I need you now.”
He was all for that. The answer to his question was almost certain, so he could delay. “I need, too, Les.” Their hands were rough,
“Tobias Strahleund.” Desperately Tobias looked around. His superiors had noticed the cease of information flow, and he was bound to get in trouble if he stood here any longer. He couldn’t bring himself to leave though, not while Les stood, staring searchingly at him, not while he could practically see that tiny virtually empty heart filling up bit by bit with…him.
“I’ve got to go. My mom will be home from work and she’ll expect me.” Les didn’t move though, and Tobias at last hit upon a solution.
“Yes. She’s not to be upset; I understood that immediately about her. Here.” He snatched a small bit of decoration from the display and breathed on it. “Take this with you. If it works like it’s supposed to, I’ll be able to find you as long as you have it with you.”
And he had. He’d stolen every moment he could over the years to visit with Les, watched him grow, watched his emptiness fill, until his heart and mind and soul were alight with life and intelligence.
But until Les had taken over his father’s firm, until thirty years ago when his boy had graduated college and gone to work at twenty-two, that heart had still been missing one of the vital elements that made human life worthwhile.
Joy.
Love.
Tobias.
He’d attended the very first Christmas party that Les had arranged, the very first ever Winter and Sons Christmas party. Thirty years ago today, in this very room, after the last of the employees had left with their white Christmas bonus envelope in hand, Les had caught himself a Christmas elf under the mistletoe and kissed Tobias.
And in that moment, with that kiss, Tobias became a little less mythical, and Les became a little less human. They exchanged more than passion as parts of their souls became intertwined. So many years later, Tobias couldn’t explain how their clothes had disappeared, he couldn’t quite remember the order in which caresses had been exchanged, but he’d never forget the feeling of having Les inside him for the first time.
At last the cleaning crew trotted out, white envelopes clutched in their gloved hands, faces beaming with joy. Les strolled over to the tree and knelt to turn off the twinkling lights.
“Come out. I know you’re here.” Les’s voice rang with mirth.
Laughing, Tobias leapt from the tree, shedding his disguise and embracing his lover. “How did you know?”
Les smiled down at him, older yes, than when he’d seen him last, but happier, too. “I didn’t just see you. I felt you; I’ve always felt you, here.” He took Tobias’s hand in his and pressed it over his beating heart.
Tobias savored that throbbing beat, closed his eyes and soaked in the presence of his beloved. Les’s heart was full of life, intelligence, joy, love. Tobias filled his heart with all the things a man needed to thrive, and even in his exile, Les had built the spark into a conflagration that would consume them both. His eyes were still closed when the rhythm of the heartbeat sped, when Les captured his lips in a firm kiss.
He kept them closed when he parted his lips, when Les swept his tongue inside, when heat melted away the vestiges of uncertainty and replaced them with passion. Tobias opened his heart and mind and melted into Les’s embrace, reveling in the touch and scent of the man he loved.
When Les pulled away to press his lips to the smooth skin of Tobias’s jaw, Tobias moaned softly. “I missed you, my love.”
“Missed you, so much.” Les licked along his jaw, up to the fine delicate shell of his ear, a searing path of sensation setting Tobias atremble as his cock stirred to life. Les bit the fragile earlobe, breathed hotly across the delicate hairs, then sucked. Tobias shuddered and arched, bringing their groins together.
“Oh, yes. Toby, I need you now.”
He was all for that. The answer to his question was almost certain, so he could delay. “I need, too, Les.” Their hands were rough,
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