A Holiday Adventure - 1. An Interesting Disclosure

***A Week Before Christmas***

"Hey, babe, are you almost here," Twenty-five-year-old Nicholaus Clause, Nicky, to his friends, asked Reilly Marlon D'Angelo, his boyfriend of one year.

Dressed in tan slacks that hugged his thirty-six-inch waist and plump bubble butt, a garnet long-sleeved shirt, a dark blue tie with "Merry Christmas" written on it, and a matching tan suit jacket, he paced back and forth in front of the fanciest restaurant in the college town where they resided. The blonde-haired, blue-eyed, six-foot-tall young man sat on the bench in the vestibule of the establishment, the left heel of his size eleven black dress shoe repeatedly tapped on the red brick flooring, and he ran his right hand along the dress slacks he wore while holding the phone in his left hand.

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In his bedroom, Reilly chuckled and shook his head.

"I'll be there in about ten minutes, Sweetness."

"I love you."

"Love you, too."

After ending the call, Reilly stood before the mirror and gazed at his smartly dressed reflection. The charcoal gray slacks he wore were tailored to perfectly fit the soon-to-be twenty-five-year-old male's thirty-six-inch waist. The pants worked well with the light blue long-sleeved oxford shirt and silver tie the six-foot-two, hazel-eyed, raven-haired Italian male chose. He fumbled with his short locks of hair, then sat on the bed, put his black dress shoes on, pocketed his wallet, shrugged on the suit jacket that matched his pants, and locked the door of his apartment.

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When he saw his mate's silver Twenty-Twenty-Four Toyota Pre-Runner pull into the space beside his forest green Twenty-Twenty-Three Chevrolet Tahoe, Nicky jumped up and ran out the door. He bounced up and down, waiting for the man to exit the vehicle. The second he saw the Pre-Runner's door open and close, his arms were wrapped around the grinning, slightly taller man, and their lips pressed together.

"Maybe I'll be a little late more often if it gets me such an excited greeting." Reilly yelped and giggled while squirming in Nicky's suddenly ticklish embrace. "Not out here, babe," he said between the giggles.

Nicky boyishly grinned as he released his boyfriend.

Hand-in-hand, they walked inside while chatting and were shown to their table.

"I'll start out with a glass of white Zinfandel, please," Reilly said to the sparkly-eyed waiter, whose name was Fin.

"I'll have the same," Nicky said.

Fin returned with their drinks, took the young men's orders, and left after retrieving the menus.

Reilly and Nicky sat in a comfortable silence, gazing into each other's eyes and lightly stroking each other's hands. The blazing fire in the brick hearth to the left of their table reflecting on the wine glasses and water goblets added to the romantic ambiance.

"After sipping his wine, Reilly asked, "So, Nicky, what's this big revelation you've got to tell me before we leave for your parents' place?" During the lifespan of their relationship, he hadn't met his boyfriend's parents or seen where they lived, even though his parents met and fell in love with Nicky.

Nicky sipped his water, cleared his throat, and began to speak. "There's something about myself that I've left out, and I need you to promise to hear me out before rushing to any conclusions. Believe me, Ry, when we leave tomorrow night for my home, you'll fully understand why I had to keep this part of my heritage and legacy to myself until I was sure that I loved you and that we have a long-term future together."

Reilly nodded and lovingly held his boyfriend's trembling hands.

After a deep breath, Nicky said, "You know my last name is Clause, which is true, but the spelling is slightly altered. I'm Nicholaus Claus. Without the e, the eighth, or ninth, I've never been able to keep up with the numerals. Anyway, my legacy is to become the next Santa Claus when my dad's ready to retire."

Reilly's eyebrows slightly arched, but other than that, there was no outward reaction. However, inside, he was jumping up and down with excitement because this validated every one of his suspicions about the existence of Santa Claus. He wasn't like most people who stopped believing in the mythical symbol of unconditional love and goodwill, even though his family owned D'Angelo Plush Toys, the world's most profitable and highly respected stuffed animal company. The smiling Italian leaned closer to his mate and whispered, "So, I'm dating the next Santa Claus?"

Nicky closed his eyes and nodded.

"I know it's not something easily believable, but…"

"Babe, this is so freakin' cool," Reilly excitedly exclaimed, cutting off his boyfriend's statement.

"What?"

The blonde's eyes widened in surprise at how casually and excited his boyfriend reacted to the news.

Reilly threw his head back and laughed. He got up, stepped over to his flabbergasted boyfriend, pulled the man from his chair, kissed his quivering lips, and lovingly embraced him.

"Nicky, I've never lost the childlike belief that Santa's real, and ever since you told me your name, there's been a nagging suspicion that you were somehow connected with the superstar of Christmas."

Nicky gasped as he lightly smacked the taller man's arm and quickly tickled his hip, causing his boyfriend to squirm and giggle.

"I'm sooo getting you back for tickling me," Reilly playfully threatened.

"You'd have to catch me first."

"Don't I always, my adorable boyish man?"

The pair chuckled, and just as they sat back in the chairs, the dinner was brought to their table. After dessert, Reilly paid the check, and Nicky left the tip. They stood between their vehicles, arms resting on one another's shoulders and their foreheads gently touching.

"If you'd like, we can leave your truck at my place, and you can ride with me," Nicky offered.

"That makes the most sense because I don't have an extra parking space."

The young men shared a passionate kiss underneath the glittering stars and crescent moon. When they separated, the men got into their rides, and Nicky led them to his two-story brick Georgian-style house on Snow Hill Ave. The truck's clock read seven-thirty pm when Reilly parked in the second bay of the two-car attached garage. He grabbed his luggage and followed his boyfriend into the house. Inside, the guys left their dress shoes and luggage at the garage door between the kitchen and living room, their sock-clad feet padded along the light-colored wood grain laminate flooring that ran along the home's first and second levels, climbed the tan carpeted stairs that led to the three bedrooms with attached baths, and entered the wall to wall beige carpeted, spacious master bedroom.

After getting undressed and hanging their clothing in the closet, Reilly's slightly hairy, muscle-toned arms wrapped around the pale-skinned waist of his boyfriend from behind. He softly chuckled when he heard a slight yelp because he'd pulled the other body backward against his dark hair-covered firm chest. The palms of his hands slowly caressed the soft skin and six-pack abs hidden under the tight green tank top.

"I love feeling your body, Nicky."

Nicky's head leaned back, exposing his bobbing, pronounced Adam's apple and neck. The sudden ticklish feeling of his boyfriend's index finger, lightly grazing horizontally along the center of the left side of his neck, made the blonde shiver and his left shoulder shrug as the puppy-like whimpers mixed with boyish giggles and squeals emanated from his vocal cords. At the same time, his toes scrunched in the thin, tan dress socks.

"Fuck! That tickles and turns me on, Ry."

A wet spot formed at the head of the blonde's rock-hard six-inch purple brief-clad manhood. There was a similar spot on the Italian's blue boxer briefs from his fully erect seven-inch endowment. The North Pole native's ass rubbed against his boyfriend's cock as pleasured moans filled the room. Unable to wait, Nicky turned around, pulled the underwear down, then off, and his open mouth engulfed the jumpy appendage. He swallowed the entire shaft until the raven-colored pubic hairs tickled his lips and nose.

Reilly's eyes rolled and glazed over as he nearly shouted, "Holy Fuck!"

Nicky chuckled while keeping his favorite toy in his mouth. The sound of skin hitting skin was heard, followed by a yelp when the cock sucker's palms smacked the juicy ass cheeks of his mate, making them jiggle, as the brunette's body jumped before they loving caressed the slightly red and warm area.

Feeling ejaculation was close at mouth, he guided his lover to the king-sized bed and pulled the black argyle socks from his man's feet before removing his own underwear and socks. He resumed the blow job while inhaling the enticing aroma that was specifically Reilly's and switching from the left to the right bare feet, massaging and caressing the soft soles and toes.

The blonde rolled the Italian on his stomach, kissing and gently nipping the pale ass cheeks. For the next ten minutes, his tongue licked along the damp, slightly hairy walls of his man's ass. Then he rolled the body on its back so the cock sucking could start again. After five minutes, he could tell cum was about to flood his mouth, and a minute later, flood it did as spurt after healthy spurt ejected from the cock's swollen head and slid down his throat.

Not wanting to be selfish, Reilly quickly returned the loving and detailed attention his satisfied body was shown, and the brunette also added a few things that weren't done to him.

For starters, he held the smiling man's wrists above his head, pinning them to the mattress, straddled his waist, and after licking the slightly parted lips beneath his face, the tip of his tongue licked vertical lines up and down the entire terrain of the shaved pits.

"Ry!" Nicky squealed and giggled like crazy. His body writhed and quaked while his legs kicked and the heels of his bare feet dug into and slid along the bed sheet-covered mattress.

The chuckling man rolled the fair-skinned body onto its stomach. After making sure his ticklish feet were not in reach of his mate, he straddled the jiggly ass cheeks, pulled the slender but toned legs up to his chest, slightly bent the pair of feet so that they were at his mouth, then slowly licked all over both soles, also his tongue slipped between and along the bases of the plump toes. His boyfriend's feet rapidly flapped up and down while he wriggled, rolled side to side, and bounced on the mattress, hysterically giggling

"Not the lickles."

The brunette abandoned the feet, then pulled the ass cheeks apart, running his nose along the sweaty hot crack, inhaling deeply the delectable musk. He chuckled into the damp hole when Nicky's ass jiggled and rocked side to side while he squealed and continued to giggle. His fingers slid along the open crotch and gently caressed the ball sack, causing his mate to hump the bed and moan.

After Rolling the blonde onto his back, Reilly's mouth wrapped around the twitching dick. His fingers slid between the ass cheeks, and his tongue played with the tip of the cock head. A couple minutes later, he received the signal that cum was rising, and a few seconds later, the hot creamy substance exploded into his mouth. The couple kissed and swapped the cum back and forth between them as it slowly got ingested by both parties.

"Making love to you gets better the longer we're together," Nicky said as he dried Reilly's body after their shared shower.

"I agree, my sweet, beautiful guy."

Reilly's eyes glittered, then when his back was to him, he grabbed him from behind, forcing the giggling, struggling man face down on the bed. Without saying a word, he straddled the blonde's bare ass, and his fingers wiggled and dug into the spaces between his boyfriend's rib cage.

It took one second for the tickles to reach the brain. Boisterous laughter poured from the trapped male, legs kicked, his body rocked side to side, and his upper section bucked up and down. "Ry," Nicky hollered while laughing.

The Italian stopped the ticklish assault and asked, "What am I getting for Christmas, Santa Junior?"

"Not telling, it's a surprise."

"Oh, you’d be in so much trouble if the naughty kids ever found out how ticklish the next Santa’s feet are."

Nicky's eyes squeezed shut when the tickles began again. Laughter bounced off the walls with even more vibrancy because now, his left foot's toes were held back, which pulled his soles taut as they were lightly strummed by his boyfriend's manicured fingernails. "You're not playing fair," he screeched. The tickling moved to his right foot, and the laughs were just as wild.

Reilly giggled and stopped tickling. He pulled his mate into a loving embrace and kissed his cheek.

"Still love me?”

"Even more than I did at dinner, Ry."

Hope you guys enjoyed this first chapter of my new Christmas story. 
 
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@Steve Farner, hope you enjoy this holiday story as much as or even more than "A Christmas Coincidence."  
 
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