Page 42 of Mr. Naughty List

RJ reached out to stroke a hand down the elf costume’s green, velvet vest decorated with gold buttons, and worn over nothing but the green-and-white striped elf tights. “Did you wear this to the dance?” RJ growled, possessive disbelief lining his words.

“Of course not.”

“So it’s all for me?”

Aaron raised a challenging brow and stroked over the red cloak with white fuzzy trim wrapped around RJ’s shoulders. He tweaked RJ’s red hat with the white fluff ball at the end. “Yes. And this is all for me? Santa?”

RJ grinned. “You’re on my naughty list, Elf.” He reached into the leather backpack he held loosely in one hand and pulled out a ruler decorated with a messily tied red bow. “This is all you’re getting in your stocking this year.” Then he shoved it back in his bag. “But that’s for later.”

Aaron hissed and swooned into RJ, lifting his mouth up for a hungry kiss.

When they broke apart, Aaron asked, “How did you know I was going to dress up for you?” He tugged RJ deeper into the apartment and led him over to the sofa to shove him down.

RJ complied easily, his long arms draping sexily along the top of couch and his lanky legs spreading wide, revealing the bulge in his blue jeans. “I didn’t. We’re just in sync.” His dilated eyes roamed over Aaron, and then his hands did too. “C’mere.”

Aaron straddled RJ’s legs and let RJ slide his fingers over his exposed arms, into the vest to tweak his nipples, and then down to cup and squeeze his cock. “Mr. Danvers, I have bad news.”

“What?”

“You’ve been a very bad elf.”

“If you expect anything more to come of this,” Aaron said breathlessly, “you have to stop calling me Mr. Danvers. Call me Aaron.”

“Okay, Aaron.” RJ gave a wide grin. “Except during sex. Then you’re Mr. Danvers.”

Aaron frowned but shivered involuntarily at the same time. “Okay.”

“Ha! I knew you liked it.” RJ tweaked Aaron’s nipples again.

Aaron sighed. “You’re a pill, did you know that?”

“A pill with a big dick and good aim.”

Aaron shivered and tucked up close to him. “You’re too cocky by half.”

“All part of the show.”

“I wish it was,” Aaron whispered, kissing RJ’s neck and squeezing tightly.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

Aaron groaned. “I don’t know. I’m so turned on, I’m not sure what half the things I’m saying and thinking mean right now.”

RJ stroked down Aaron’s side. “You fuck like a wild thing, Mr. Danvers.”

“Aaron,” he corrected gently, a desperate thread in his voice that even he could hear. “And so do you.”

“When you’re in my arms, I’ll call you whatever I damn well please.”

Aaron moaned softly, his dick twitching in his tights. “Okay.”

“Okay, what?”

“Okay, Santa.”

RJ’s lips quirked. “I’d meant for you to call me sir, just for kicks, but Santa works.”

Aaron huffed a laugh. “You talk a big game, Santa, about how bad I am, and what you’re going to do about it, but so far I’m not seeing any truth in your threats.”