Page 46 of Hot Mall Santa
He whispered the last part just to be safe.That had been an amazing night, and the break room table had proven remarkably stable.
“Do you need me to pick up anything from the grocery store?”Randall asked.
“No.Mom and Kirsten said they’re cooking Thanksgiving dinner as a thank you for letting them crash at our apartment.”
“Perfect.So all we have to do is eat.”Randall leaned on an outdoor table display.His biceps flexed under his weight.This tank top made his muscles seem larger than usual.Randall caught him looking.
“I was looking at your soul,” Tom said.
“Right.”
Michelle, one of the seasonal employees, came up to Randall with something familiar hanging out of her apron’s front pocket.
“Tom, I’m technically not on duty for another three minutes,” she said quickly.“Is this your boyfriend?”
“It is.I hope you brought your own Sharpie.”
Michelle produced said marker in her hand.Tom motioned for her to go ahead.Randall pulled the calendar out of her front pocket.
“Sorry,” she said.“I do love your calendar so much.Could you make it out to Arnold.That’s my brother.”
“Which month?”Randall asked.
She flipped to June, which for Flag Day, Randall waved a miniature (though not that miniature) flag in front of his dick.
Randall scribbled his name just to the right of his abs.He had signed with the modeling agent who had contacted him in his Hot Mall Santa days.To capitalize on his viral fame, they put together a calendar with Randall celebrating a different holiday nude each month.At first, Randall didn’t know if he wanted himself to be this kind of famous.Tom was supportive either way.He wasn’t recognized that often, only by people Tom worked with and some guys at the bars.It wasn’t like sitting on a throne being ogled every single day.And the money was much, much better.He had gone to New York for the photo shoot for a few weeks last winter.He and Tom had kept up talking and texting, and he returned to Oakville when he was done, renting a room from Kirsten’s college friend.Tom would never forget that day when he came back.Randall wanted to be with him, and he couldn’t deny that he wanted to be with Randall.
When Tom had heard about an open assistant manager position in Miami last March, he decided to take a risk and apply for a transfer.Randall not only supported him, but came along.He could model from anywhere, and with the money he was earning, he had enrolled in history classes at a local college once they moved down.He had his sights set on going to law school.“I really will be like those guys who strip to pay for law school,” he had said during one evening stroll along the beach, holding hands with Tom.“Except, you know, modeling.”
“Which is a classier version of stripping,” Tom joked.
Randall handed back the calendar and the sharpie to Michelle.She scurried back to the break room to put them in her locker.
His arms returned around Tom’s waist and planted a luscious kiss on Tom’s lips, one that was quick but said all it needed to say.
“Okay, now I’ll leave you alone,” Randall said.
Tom kissed him back.“Good.Because this is very unprofessional.”He walked with Randall to the store entrance.“I’ll see you at home.”
“Awesome.I love you,” Randall said.
“I love you, too.”Those words were still new for Tom, and each time he heard them was like finding another present under the Christmas tree.
Randall left, and Tom thought of him as he straightened out the throw pillows on a sofa in the front window.
“Oh.My.Lord,” Donna said, her eyes fixed on something outside.This Décor Store location wasn’t inside a mall, but in a downtown promenade that looked out on a busy street.The location filled the store with sunlight.
“What is it?”Tom asked.
“There’s a guy walking down the street wearing a Santa hat and a red thong.”Donna giggled like a schoolgirl.Other women came over to ogle the man.
“That is one hot Santa,” Michelle said.
Tom peeked out the window.“I’ve seen hotter.”
THE END