"Did you find everything you needed, Sir?" Kevin smiled his patient 'holiday shopper' smile, even though underneath he was dying to get the store closed up and get the hell out of here.
The man glanced at him rather frankly over his glasses, letting his gaze settle on Kevin's tight, compact little body. Kevin was lean and muscular, with a diamond-hard ass from running and biking, not quite six-pack abs, but certainly flat enough. Close-cropped dark hair and dark eyes completed the package. "Well, not everything," the man said almost wistfully.
Kevin smiled to himself as he folded the man's purchases and placed them in a bag, then giving the man a dazzling grin as he left with his holiday treasures. The attention and interest made him hungry, made his cock stir under his slacks. But he was pretty much done with tricking for the time being. His forays into the club scene had been met with much interest, and more than a few encounters. It had quickly gotten stale and hollow. The same conversations, the same faces. After a few months of running into people you'd fucked, it seemed to have become a recurring episode of "This is Your Sex Life!"
He'd tried to explain all this to his friend Bob over dinner the other night. Bob had chuckled and pronounced Kevin "ready for a husband." Kevin didn't know whether that was true, but he was certainly ready for a change. One too many psychos, narcissists, and other emotional cripples had crossed his path, to the point where his motto had become "if my cock's in your mouth, you can't speak, and that's a good thing!"
After dispensing with the register cash, handing it off to a co-worker who left to take it to the bank, Kevin stacked bulky sweaters and arranged topcoats on the racks, working quickly so he could get home.
A gloved hand on his shoulder caused him to jump and whirl around, startled. "Shit!" Tried to catch his breath as he found himself staring into a pair of twinkling blue eyes, above rosy cheeks and a flowing white mustache and beard.
"How did you get in here?" Even with the Santa getup, Kevin's eyes narrowed a bit. At least the money was gone already. Santa pointed to the metal screen, and Kevin realized that he'd pulled it down about halfway, but had neglected to pull it the rest of the way and lock it.
Fuck. Shaking his head, he went to do that now, thinking it was a good thing his manager hadn't seen that. He turned back to Santa, realizing it was the "mall Santa." He'd seen him patiently listen to the wants of children for a couple of weeks now. Kevin relaxed a bit.
"Hiya, Santa. I'm getting ready to close up and head home." Gripping the gate, Kevin turned dark eyes to him. "Do you want to be let out now, or after I finish?"
A low, rumbling bass of a voice came back to him. "Well, that depends, I guess. Do you mind some company?"
The voice and the eyes. Damn. Kevin could see why somebody might want to sit on this man's lap and tell him every little thing he wanted for Christmas.
Lusting after Santa Claus. That's just wrong, Kevin thought, chuckling. But he still made sure Santa got a good look at his ass while he was working.
Santa was busy pulling off the hat and beard, looking in the mirror and pulling the stray white hairs that clung to his face, while they made idle chit-chat about the Christmas season, the decorations in the mall, the crowds that made them both nuts.
Kevin glanced in the mirror and saw the man's shaved head, the dark goatee that had been hidden under the beard. The crystal blue eyes that looked twinkling and merry above the white beard now looked more intense, and a bit dangerous.
He was a bit older, Kevin figured, maybe mid-to-late forties. Deep laugh lines crinkled at the corners of his eyes, creased his cheeks. Kevin really didn't give a flying fuck how old he was. He glanced back in the mirror, took another look at Santa's face, and his own face reddened as he realized he was hard as a fucking rock. He watched Santa peel back the black leather gloves, revealing firm, calloused hands. Kevin swallowed.
Santa caught his eye in the mirror and gave him a long, slow smile. "Seems like somebody might need a little holiday cheer. Maybe even an early Christmas present."
