So here is the next chapter. Sorry it’s taken so long, but my fibromyalgia is flaring up and it’s just been really hard. Not to mention the fact that RL isn’t being all to kind to be lately either. I hope you guys like this one. It has a bit of a twist that I think you’ll enjoy. Rory this ones for you hun…………..SATURN
Candy Cane Countdown
Cotton-Candy
Justin’s POV:
As I lead another screaming baby and their cooing parents out through the exit I can’t help but be thankful that this my last year here. I swear during the entire month of December I have this constant ringing in my ears from all of the screaming and crying that kids and baby’s do. I mean isn’t going to see Santa supposed to be the high light of every kids year? I remember I used to look forward to it. I also know that most kids, like Gus are ecstatic to see him. However I have never met another kid that is so adamant on having to see Santa every single day for twenty-five days. I mean it’s so cute, but it’s also a little OCD. But I don’t care, I love seeing that little boy everyday while I’m here. Hell it even makes my days here worth all the crying and screaming. Plus now I get his daddy here every other day. Now, how could it possibly get any better for my last year?
Okay there may be one way, but even though Brian is by all appearances interested in me, he still has yet to make a real move on me. He hasn’t invited me out, or even just asked me to go back to his place and fuck. I mean I don’t see a ring, but I guess that doesn’t mean he isn’t in a relationship. Maybe that’s it? He has a boyfriend, so I am just the fun he has while he has to do this with Gus? Well even if that’s the case, I won’t give up the flirting we do while he’s here. It would be an impossible task to ask of myself anyways. From the moment I met him I have wanted to touch him, and be close to him, and I have taken every opportunity that has come to do so. Plus I really think I’m addicted to the spark and heat that comes with every touch he or I give. Which, might I add has never happened to me before, and I have found that I love it. It also makes me wonder what would happen if he ever kissed me, let alone fucked me. I mean if I get a spark and heat flashes just from a touch, I might actually explode if we went any farther. But I am so willing to find out. But it would be so much better than the leaking my cock does in these fucking tights every single day that he comes here, and once you get stockings full of precum they are just never the same. So I went out after his second visit to stock up on new stockings for each of his up coming visits. But the Big Q only had five pairs, and I ended up having to go to three other stores just to find enough stockings to get me through. I figure though, I’d go to a million more stores and buy a million more pairs of these god awful stockings if it meant I got to see him every day.
I still hate the fact though that this is how he’s seeing me. I mean yeah the outfit does show off my considerable assest’s, but I also have a fucking twirly hat, and twirly shoes, and it’s just not the type of thing I want the most gorgeous man in the world seeing me in. doesn’t really matter I guess, since he still can’t take his eyes off of me every time he comes in and I doubt it’s the twirly shoes that’s drawing his attention.
“Jus!” I hear Gus yell and I turn around just as he’s throwing himself into my arms. Gus has been coming here since his first Christmas and we’ve been doing the twenty five days of Christmas since he was one. When he came in that year I just thought he was the cutest little boy I ever saw and he was so sweet and shy. I managed to coax him from behind his mother’s and after that first time he’s never hidden from me again. Instead he now throws himself into my arms and I twirl him around, as he giggles. It’s been my great pleasure to watch him grow up these past five years, and he’s the only thing I’ll miss about this job.
“How are you big guy?” I asks as I set him back on the ground.
“I’m good,” he says with a huge bright smile.
“I’m glad,” I state with a smile as I stand and he grabs my hand, and I grab a candy cane from my pocket and give it to him.
“Oh what’s this one?” he asks looking at the white cane with two light blue strpies swirling around it side by side.
“It’s one of my favorites,” I say as I lick my lips to taste the candy once again. “it’s Cotton Candy.”
“I love Cotton Candy!” I laugh a bit at his exuberance.
“Hey Sunshine,” I hear Brian say from my right and as always it send a special little shiver straight through my body.
“Hey,” I say with a half smile as I look over to him. He’s got his same long coat on and I know the reasoning for it has nothing to with the temperature, cause it’s quite warm in here. No his need is purely because of the hard on he gets every time we come into the vicinity of each other, and I am not in any way being conceited, I have just, on more than one occasion in fact, felt it pressed against various parts of my body. So no it’s because of temperature and I quite enjoy that fact. I feel my small smile turn to a feral grin as I think of tonight’s fun and games. “so Gus,” I say leading him to Santa once more. “are you ever going to tell me what it is you’d like from Santa?”
“Well, I could tell ya,” he seriously as he looks to me. “but asking for something from Santa is kinda like wishing on a star, or wishing for something when you blow out the candles on your birthday cake…”
“Ah, so if you tell me then you won’t get what you want.” I state knowing full well why he won’t tell me now, and accepting this as kid facts go.
“Uh hunh,” he says brightly.
“Okay then I won’t ask again,” I say as we approach Santa.
“Thanks Jus,”
“No problem big guy,” I lean down and pick him up. “up you go.” I place him on Santa’s lap.
“Don’t worry Jus,” Santa says in a deep tone. “Gus will get exactly what he’s asking for.”
“I’m glad.” and for some reason I know Santa’s telling the truth. He’s always just givin off the vibe of, oh I don’t know how to explain it, but it seems that what ever he says I know I can trust. If I wasn’t so jaded I might even believe that he’s the real Santa. I feel the chuckle escape before I can suppress it and they both give me a raised eyebrow.
“Sorry, it’s nothing, you two have fun.” I reply to their unasked questioning as I turn and make my way back towards the camera. “the real Santa Clause…” I mutter under my breathe at my childishness. When I get behind the camera I start to line my shot up and suddenly I feel two arms wrap around my waist and instantly I feel the sparks and heat start to spread through out my body. But it’s only getting better because I feel his firm body start to mold to mine and his smooth hot breath gliding against my neck and before I can stop myself my eyes start to close. Shit, this guy is making me lose it.
“So Sunshine,” he whispers into my ear and my eyes somewhat open to just a bit. “did he tell you what he wants for Christmas?”
“Sorry, no idea,” I say with true regret cause I really wish I could tell him, just to make sure Gus got what he wanted for Christmas.
“Mmm,” he says thoughtfully but doesn’t remove him self from my back and I place my hands on top of his, trying to ensure the fact that he won’t be moving anytime soon. “so Sunshine did you miss me?” he questions as he grinds his very hard cock into my ass. I manage to side track a moan by biting the inside of my cheek, but if he keeps all this up I may lose the battle.
“Maybe just a little,” I say as I lye my head back on his shoulder and turn so I am looking at him. God this mans eyes are so incredible. Deep glassy greens with flecks of gold’s and sometimes even a deep dark brown if the lighting’s right. I watch as his eyes shift to my mouth and I feel my heart quicken at the opportunity…
“Okay Jus, we’re ready,” I hear Gus say and I feel the moment pass. I take a deep breath and look over to Gus and smile slightly.
“Alright,” I say but as I try to stand away from Brian I feel his hand on my cheek and he guides me to look back to him, and I do rather willing but with a curiosity that I have been told will probably kill me, and as I look into his eyes once again I know that all their assumptions are probably right. I also know without a doubt that it’d be worth while trip. I watch as he leans in closer and I can’t believe I am as nervous as I am about just the fact that I know he’s going to kiss me. But I am nervous, and excited and as his lips touch mine both of our eyes go a little wide at the sparks and heat it produces before we relax a bit and pull away. I feel him rub his nose against mine and that makes me smile a bit, and I can’t seem to help myself as I lick my bottom lip tasting the Cotton Candy cane mixed with him, and I can‘t help but think, now Cotton Candy will never be the same to me. It will always be wrapped up in him, and I can think of no better thing in the world. But other than the taste, the heat and sparks I got from just a peck makes me really wonder at the pleasure we’d get if we make it to the fucking.
“Daaaadddd,” I hear Gus pouting and I look over with a smile. “will you let Jus take the picture already?”
“Alright Sonny Boy,” Brian says with a bit of a laugh as he grabs my hips and bumps his groin against my ass. “I’ll let him take the picture.”
“Aren’t you so kind?” I say with a hint of sarcasm.
“I thought I was being quite kind,” he says with a playful tone.
“Hmm, we’ll see,” I say leaning over and with my ass being firmly held against him I grind myself a little harder and with it obtain a groan of appreciation from him. “okay smile!”