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Logan was about to protest when he heard the sound of little jingle bells coming from somewhere. Logan looked around.
"On his shoes," Terrance offered. "The elves all have jingle bells on their shoes."
"I'm a Norse elf," he said with a grin. "We resemble humans in everywhere, except for our ears. And I don't like jingle bells." He lowered his voice so the Santa man couldn't hear. "I'm tired of hearing those damn things, though I wouldn't tell the old guy that."
Logan smiled a little in spite of himself.
Abruptly Santa rose from the table. "Finished," he said. "Off to bed with me. Terrence, you're in charge."
Mrs. Claus sighed heavily when Kris left the room. "I wish he wouldn't go to bed right away. He has a lot of gas right after he eats. He'll stink up the entire room."
Logan didn't know what to say to that.
Terrance laughed outright and rose from his chair. "Come then, Logan, let me get you settled."
It took Logan a second to untangle his legs from under his seat. Finally, he managed to stand up. The little elf called Marty studied him closely, his pencil poised. Logan hissed at him and he ran off.
Terrance was laughing as he bid Mrs. Claus goodnight and headed down the hallway then up a flight of stairs. Logan followed him. He wasn't sure what else to do.
"Mine is the last room at the end of the hallway," he said. "There's a nice big double bed. I hope you don't mind sharing." He paused and looked at Logan.
Logan could have sworn there was some kind of innuendo in there. Logan, this is fucking Christmas Land with tinker bells and reindeer. No one would actually have sex here.
Terrence opened thedoor to the room and walked in. He turned around when Logan didn't move, took his arm and pulled him inside.
Logan eyes widened as Terrance pushed the door closed with his foot and pushed Logan up against it. "What to hell?"
"Come on." Terrance pressed his body hard against Logan's, "A hot young stud like you knows the score," he groaned. "This opportunity doesn't come along every day--and I've had enough elf cock to last me a lifetime."
Terrence tore open Logan's shirt like some mad rapist. He ran his gaze over him and smiled. "Yummy," he said, stripping off his own clothes. He threw them into a pile on the floor then fell back on the bed, posing his naked body seductively.
Logan swallowed. He had a great body for a ... whatever he was, and all the right parts were in all the right place.
Terrance motioned to him with his finger. "Come on baby, don't tease me. Get 'em off and show me what you got. I know what I got here, a genuine naughty boy, naughty enough to get Santa to take a personal interest in you." He licked his lips. "Give me some."
"Ah, Terrance," he looked around, "I ... this is a dream, but at least it's getting interesting."
Terrance crooked finger again. "Come on baby, you've got a very lickable chest. Please let me see the rest of you."
Logan undid the belt on his pants. He threw it aside. Slowly he lowered the zipper on his jeans. Damn. He wasn't sure where this dream was leading, but with the hunky specimen lying in wait for him on that bed, he sure as hell intended to find out.
Naked, Logan crawled across the bed to Terrance, running one hand up Terrance's calf.
Terrance made a humming sound in his throat. "No wonder you're so naughty, Logan, you have a cock that is to die for. Look at my ears."
Logan paused just before reaching for Terrance's erection. "Holy..." he began, his mouth open.