A Holiday Adventure - 3. We're Off To Visit The North Pole

Nicky woke up feeling more alive and rejuvenated than ever, and it was all because of the open-mindedness and loving heart of the man with whom he was falling more in love with every passing minute. He threw back the covers and made his way to the bathroom. Before leaving the room, he stopped by the bed, leaned over, gently kissed the heavily slumbering Italian, and headed downstairs.

Reilly's eyes fluttered, then opened. The brunette lightly scratched his left ass cheek, yawned, smacked his lips together, and further messed up his dark locks while traversing to the bathroom. The scent of coffee from the Keurig wafted into his nostrils as he descended the stairs, crossed the living room, and momentarily stood at the kitchen's bar, watching his beautiful, pointy-eared, shimmering white-haired, silvery blue-skinned man skip and dance around the kitchen.

Wait! He thought. Silvery blue-skinned, shimmering white hair, pointed ears?

Shaking himself out of his reverie, the slightly taller man entered the kitchen area, wrapped his arms around his mate, and chuckled when the slightly shorter guy blushed after he jumped and squeaked from surprise.

"How long have you been there, babe," Nicky asked as he buried his face in the firm chest covered in a forest of dark hair.

"Not long, but I did happen to see this amazingly breathtakingly gorgeous silvery blue-skinned being dance and skip like an adorable angel around the kitchen."

Nicky gasped when he looked at his reflection in the toaster. Teary-eyed, he fled from the room, up the stairs, and into the bedroom.

Reilly didn't understand what had just happened but knew with certainty that compassion and undying love were what the situation called for. He wasted no time in running after his companion, and when he saw Nicky lying on the bed, sobbing, it shattered his heart as tears streamed down his cheeks. Not saying a word, he got comfortable on the bed, pulled the distraught man into a loving embrace, his index fingertip lightly traced the outer edges of the pointed left ear, and kissed the tip.

Nicky shuddered and softly giggled as his ear twitched.

"You know my ears are very tickly."

Reilly chuckled, leaned his head down, and licked the tears from the pinkish cheeks. He smiled when his boyfriend squealed and giggled.

"It's so adorable that your cheeks are so ticklish, my love."

Nicky kept his face buried.

Lightly stroking the white waist-length hair, Reilly asked, "Wanna tell me why my man ran out of the kitchen in tears? Don't tell me I've gotta go all brutish, macho Italian and beat the crap outta someone this early and with no coffee."

Nicky lifted his head, gazed into his mate's eyes, and said, "The only thing I've seen that's ever been brutish about you is the Brute cologne you sometimes wear."

Reilly's eyebrows arched as he playfully growled and proceeded to tickle the bare skin covering his boyfriend's rib cage. Instantly, the room filled with shrieking laughter and shrill squealing as Nicky tried to escape but was held too tightly.

"I love you, Nicholaus Claus. If your earlier outburst was about your appearance, no offense, but you overreacted because I am more drawn to your true form and inner beauty than I ever was to your previous looks."

Closing his eyes and using his connection with his mate, Nicky searched the other male's heart, mind, and soul for any sign of untruth or disingenuousness, and his heart swelled with love and gratefulness when he found nothing but the purest love and sincerity in his mate.

"I...It was. I got upset because after telling you the truth about my lineage, I became so relaxed and comfortable with you that I forgot you've only seen the physical appearance conjured by my glamour spell. The me you've been looking at for the past year is for my safety and humanity's sake. This is the real me. Dad's a Snow Forest Elf, Mom's a Snow Elf, and being half and half is why my skin's such a silvery light blue. Like my mom, I've got snow magic, and like my dad, I can speak with animals and magically keep the trees and plant life healthy."

Reilly couldn't contain his excitement. He sat up and bounced up and down on the bed.

"You're telling me that not only are you this exquisitely beautiful elven being who has a form of magic, but you're the most adorably ticklish guy I could've ever met, you can talk to animals, and you're the next in line to be Santa? Nicky, you've just checked off my list of everything I've ever dreamed of hoping to see in my lifetime."

Nicky's body quaked from laughing because of his boyfriend's excitement. His blue eyes twinkled with love and happiness over being accepted and loved for his true self. He reached out, wrapped his arms around his lover's waist, pulled the brunette down on top of him, and tickled his stomach and sides while blowing raspberries on his neck.

"Not the raspberries and stomach tickles," Reilly hollered.

The Italian's boisterous laughter echoed off the bedroom walls, his body writhed and squirmed in the inescapable hold, and his sock-clad soles dug into the mattress.

Nicky stopped tickling, cuddled the slowly calming guy in his arms, and kissed his pink cheek.

"I love you, Reilly. You don't know how happy and relieved you've made me."

Reilly rolled onto his stomach so he could look into the beautiful eyes of his lover.

"Yes, I do, babe. I know how happy and relieved you feel because I feel what you experience in my heart. When I saw you sobbing on the bed, Nicky, my heart shattered. I never want to see you that unhappy again, and you won't if I can do anything to stop it from happening."

Neither man spoke another word as they held each other, letting their emotions express their thoughts and feelings, and shared the longest, most loving, and most passion-filled kiss they'd given to one another. The kiss led to them laying head to foot so they could suck on each other's toes and lick and play with one another's soles. Reilly and Nicky loved the sounds created when one would lick, nibble, or lightly tickle a particularly sensitive spot.

The males' breathing became labored hormones raged inside their bodies as the mutual foot worship and playful tickles led them to shed their clothing and change positions so they could kiss while stroking each other's stiffening cocks and ball sacks.

"Make love to me, Nicky."

The elf smiled, grabbed the lube from the night table, and generously coated his manhood and his boyfriend's sweaty hole. He slowly worked one finger in and around the orifice, then added a second finger, and shortly after that, a third finger was inserted. Once he got the signal to proceed, Nicky's rod slid into the warm entrance of the cavernous hole between his lover's damp ass cheeks.

Reilly's eyes glazed over, and he moaned with pleasure from the feeling of his mate's shaft slowly working back and forth, massaging his most private of body parts. He sucked air into his lungs and whimpered when his fingers were getting sucked on. Airy giggles floated out of him into the room because the moist tongue tickled as it licked between each digit. His head leaned back, and his body writhed in sheer ecstasy when Nicky left his fingers and suckled the five toes on the left foot, then licked along the length of his pale sole, then moved to the right foot, giving it the same treatment.

Without having to speak, the lovers knew each other was close to achieving their desired orgasm. After pulling out, they got into a sixty-nine position and sucked until each man's mouth was filled with his mate's seed. The pair kissed, cum mixed with saliva was swapped back and forth, some even leaked from the sides of their mouths, and finally, the white substances found a new home in the couple's stomachs.

After recovering, the guys shared a ticklish shower and dried each other's bodies. Then, dressed in only bathrobes, Reilly and Nicky walked downstairs to finish making coffee and began to fix breakfast.

"Can I be completely, one-hundred-percent honest with you, baby?"

Reilly sipped his apple cider and nodded.

"I don't want to be Santa."

"Why not?"

"It's never been where my heart is. I'm much happier being a snow elf, working with the reindeer, and helping to keep the wildlife safe and happy. Truthfully, the suit's never been a good fit for me."

"That sucks. Have you told your parents?"

Nicky shook his head no, then sipped his coffee and continued. "I don't want to disappoint them. Dad's always been so proud of the family continuing the legacy."

"Don't you think you should before Santa's ready to retire?"

"I won't have to worry about that for at least six or seven hundred years. Dad's only two hundred."

"Are you freakin' serious?"

Nicky threw his head back, laughing.

"Yes, babe. Umm, I'm also not exactly twenty-six."

Reilly swallowed the lump in his throat, then narrowed his eyes, and asked, "How old are you, exactly?"

"I'm just a young boy of ninety-nine."

"Where's the bourbon?"

Nicky chuckled and shook his head.

"What you said about Santa being proud of continuing the legacy, does that mean you don't have to become the next Santa?"

"I only have to become Santa if another person can't be found. The current Santa can pass the torch to anyone he deems worthy enough."

Reilly's mind was rapidly working through the various scenarios. Suddenly, he gasped as his eyes almost popped out of their sockets, and his egg-filled fork was suspended in midair.

Nicky burst out laughing at his boyfriend's frozen pose.

When the ability to speak returned to him, the brunette struggled to say, "The reason you've chosen to tell me about your legacy and bring me home to meet your folks is because you hope your dad will make me the next Santa."

Nicky nodded and said, "That's one reason. However, the most important reason is that I love you. Reilly, you'd make the perfect Santa. You absolutely love being in the toy business, you love kids, which I hope we have some one day when we're ready, and your heart's as pure, innocent, and childlike as I've ever seen them come."

"Ya know, a shot of bourbon in my coffee would be a really nice gesture on your part right about now, elf boy."

As darkness descended on the town, Reilly and Nicky were getting more excited about visiting the North Pole. It was eleven-thirty at night when they gathered their luggage and climbed the steps leading to the rooftop. The guys sat on the wooden slats of the Sky deck and gazed at the cloudy sky while waiting for their ride.

"Nicky?"

"Yeah, babe?"

"If you're gonna live around eight or nine hundred years and want me to be the next Santa, how am I going to be able to keep being Santa when I get into my sixties and older?"

Nicky wrapped his arms around his lover, chuckled, kissed the side of his head, and said, "Well, my sexy man, I guess I'll have to use my magic to give you an extended life span that will last as long as I'm alive."

"You can what?"

"Oh, look, the sleigh's here." Nicky giggled and pointed to what looked like a shooting star in the sky. "Oh, thank the winter spirits. Dad brought the sedan sleigh and not the Christmas Eve one."

Reilly narrowed his eyes and playfully slapped his boyfriend's ass.

"We're not done talking about the extended lifespan thingy."

Nicky chuckled and said, "You're so adorable when you say thingy." He tried to get up to run but was pinned down, and a second later, his laughter filled the night air as his pit hollows were tickled. "Okay, I give," he hollered.

"Nice to know my son's still the ticklish boy he was when he left home," Kris said as he and his wife climbed out of the sleigh.

Reilly felt nervous as he jumped to his feet and tried to make himself invisible.

Nicky, however, excitedly jumped up and ran to his dad. "Pops," he hollered while jumping into the taller, more muscular man's arms. He squealed and boyishly giggled as he got thrown over the older man's shoulder and spun around.

"I've missed my son," Kris exclaimed as he heartily laughed.

"It's very nice to finally meet you, Reilly," Stella said as she hugged the younger man.

"You as well, Mrs. Claus."

"Please, no formalities, young one. I prefer Stella, Stell, or if you're comfortable with it, you can call me Mama.

"Thanks for bringing the smaller sleigh, but, Dad, the full garb, really?"

"You know what your mother says, "If you got it, flaunt it."

Nicky chuckled as he ducked his dad's attempted head swat.

"Mom, you look beautiful," he said, hugging and kissing the statuesque woman.

"Santa, it's a great honor, and..."

Kris laughed as he grabbed Reilly in a bear hug that lifted the suddenly squealing and giggling male off the deck's flooring.

"I'm like my wife, Reilly. You can call me Kris, Kristopher, or Papa."

Reilly was so comforted and at ease that Kris and Stella felt like his parents.

"I'd love to call you Papa and Stella Mama."

Kris chuckled and ruffled the brunette's hair. He turned to his son and said, "Oh, Son, there's a couple presents in the sleigh for you."

Nicky chuckled and shook his head, saying, Pop, you didn't have to bring me anything."

"Oh, pis-tosh. What Santa wouldn't bring his own son presents?"

When he reached the sleigh and peered inside, Leland and Roland jumped up and out of the vehicle and tackled Nicky to the flooring.

"Lee, Rollie," Nicky hollered.

Leland and the reindeer kept their best friend and owner pinned while tickling or, in Rollie's case, licking him. The elf rolled from side to side, squealing and wildly laughing.

"Did you miss us?" Leland asked after letting his bro up.

The blonde lifted the frost mage off the floor in a bear hug, kissing his cheek. Next, he hugged his reindeer and kissed the bridge of his nose.

"I love you guys. You two have to meet Reilly."

Reilly giggled when Leland circled him and acted like he was performing an inspection. At one point, the mage had him lift his arms, then before he could blink, he was on his knees, laughing like a loon and squirming while his armpits were being tickled.

"I love him. Can I keep him," Leland asked as he helped the dark-haired guy to his feet and bear-hugged him.

"When we get married, we'll all keep him, Lee," Nicky said, shaking his head and giggling.

The luggage was loaded, and the six passengers climbed into the vessel. Santa whistled to the two reindeer pulling the sleigh, and they took to the air, headed for home at the North Pole.