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  Resisting the urge to turn his head and inhale the scent deeply, Donner carefully asked, “What are you doing?”

  “Damn it all!” Bran’s hands gripped the top of Donner’s head. “Rivets. This is going to be more difficult than I thought.”

  Sliding around the front of his shoulders, Bran inadvertently pressed his covered cock against Donner’s face and shimmied down his chest, bracing himself against Donner’s body before lightly pushing away. At least Donner thought it was inadvertent, but considering the cock had been very hard, he couldn’t be certain. Finding it hard not to stare at the ever-increasing bulge, Donner’s hand went to his own burgeoning cock as he gulped. “Problem?”

  “Yes, yes!” the blue guy ranted. “I need to get out of here. The big man is going to axe me if I don’t show up this year.”

  “The big man?” Fidgeting, Donner hoped Bran wouldn’t notice how uncomfortably aroused he’d become.

  Too late. Bran’s head snapped up and his eyes narrowed as he peered closely at Donner. “You’re quite handsome for a man.”

  He wasn’t sure whether to be flattered -- “As opposed to a woman?” -- or insulted.

  “Do you think I’m attractive?” The “other” moved forward until they were nearly touching.

  “I, uh, hmm.” What should he say? He still wasn’t sure what Bran was, only that he wasn’t human.

  “Will you help me, Donner?” Bran’s hand wrapped around Donner’s cock through the loose pajama pants. “I’ll make it worth your while, boy.”

  There he went with the “boy” again. “I… the attendants…” It was hard to think with the nimble fingers stroking his length. “Med pass…” He gasped as his cock twitched. “It’s in two hours… Oh, God.”

  “Yes, two hours. Plenty of time.”

  “No. I mean… I can’t think.”

  “Perhaps this will help.” Bran leaned forward up on his tiptoes and pressed his incredibly warm lips against Donner’s. The brush of the Elf’s rough tongue, almost like that of a cat, certainly wasn’t helping his concentration.

  “The, uh, the attendants won’t be… back… after the midnight pill pass…” A squeeze, nibble, caress. Donner felt his balls draw tight against his body. “…until morning.” He’d never been so scared, staring into those midnight-blue eyes, or so turned on.

  Bran hesitated for a moment. “Are ye frightened of me, boy?”

  “Yes,” Donner whispered.

  “Why? Is it that you don’t like men? I’ve seen the way you’ve been looking at me.”

  “I… no, I like men. It’s just that…”

  “Do you think I mean to rape you? One of those infamous jailhouse scenes?” Bran laughed. “Surely, you’re not afraid of my size? You outweigh me by nearly three stone.”

  “It’s not your size.”

  “Then what?”

  Tentatively, carefully, Donner reached out and touched his index finger to the tip of Bran’s pointed ear.

  “Oh.” Bran’s eyes widened. “Oh!”

  Chapter Three

  The young man’s fingertip traipsed lightly across the fine point of Bran’s ear, and the sudden realization nearly floored him. He knows. “What do you see when you look at me?”

  There was a nervous stutter in Donner’s voice. “I… I see, uhm…” He moved his hand away. “You’ll think I’m crazy. Of course, you wouldn’t be the first.”

  “Tell me, and let me be the judge.”

  “You’re… err… blue, and have pointed ears. Sort of like an Elf that you see in Fairy Tales, only taller.”

  Excitement raced through Bran as his mind played over the revelation. Donner could see him in his true form! “That’s impossible.”

  “I knew you’d think I was nuts.” His shoulders slumped, defeated. “Stupid. Stupid.” He rapped his knuckles lightly on his head. “Maybe another conk on the noggin might snap me out of it.”

  “No, not stupid, Donner Thomas. Very astute. You have second sight. Just amazing. I’ve heard of humans with the power, but in all my years this is the first time I’ve ever met one with it.” Bran nearly leapt with childlike glee. “This is fantastic!”

  “What are you talking about?”

  “Don’t you get it? I am an Elf.”

  Donner’s eyebrows jerked upward, then his pale skin turned even paler, before his eyes rolled back into his head and he passed out on the bed.

  Bran hopped down to the floor and drew in close to his unconscious roommate. “Oh no, this will never do.” He lightly patted the young man’s cheeks. “Donner. Donner, m’boy. Wake up. Wakey, wakey.”

  The beautiful green eyes fluttered open and Bran admired the way the colored irises undulated around the flexing pupils. Humans had very telltale eyes -- they gave all their emotions away. In Donner’s he saw confusion, hope, and even a bit of lust.

  “Oh, God, it’s real. Really real. Really, really real.”

  “Yes, sweet boy. Real as you are.” Bran traced his tongue along the lusciously full lower lip. “And I,” he drew the fullness into his mouth eliciting a gasp from Donner, “need your help.”

  “But how? How can I help you? If you’re an Elf can’t you just…” he waved his fingers, “…magic yourself out of here?”

  “No, boy.” Bran stroked his palm against Donner’s rigid cock. “My magic lies in illusion, and with the amount I drank tonight, it’s a bit dull. Besides, I’ve really never been very good at it on a large scale.” As he’d told the bartender, he’d only ever been really good at two things, and he itched to make toys. “Besides, my real magic is in my hands.”

  Breath whooshed from Donner. “Ain’t that the truth.”

  “You have such lovely eyes. Skin. Mouth.” Bran could tell the young man was tense, carefully keeping his hands to his sides, unsure of what to do. “Do you want to touch me? See if I really am real? Really real.”

  “Yes.” But Donner didn’t move. He stayed frozen, his hands flat on the bed sheets.

  “Here,” Bran soothed. He could feel the young man’s loneliness and wanted to take the pain from him, even if just for a while. Taking Donner’s left hand in his, he pressed it to his chest. “Let me help you.” The blond’s fingers trembled as Bran slid the large palm down. The human’s body temperature was much cooler than his own, a sensation he’d normally detested during the off-season with one-night stands. He’d always preferred the company of other Elves, male and female alike, but Donner, he was different. His touch warmed Bran in other ways. “Ooo,” he cooed.

  “Did I do something wrong?”

  Donner tried to withdraw, but Bran held his hand firmly. “No.” He blew his warm breath across Donner’s neck. “You’re doing everything right.”

  It had been too long, and something about Bran made Donner want him, to possess and be possessed, even if for just one night, real or not. He moved his hand lower, lower, down Bran’s abdomen until it rested over his cock, the blood pounding in the swollen length. “Wow. Hot.”

  Grinning, Bran pressed his lips to Donner’s collarbone sending a fluttering shiver into the young man’s stomach. “Thanks. Not so bad yourself.”

  “I mean, it feels hot.” He’d been talking about the temperature. Bran’s skin was extremely warm, and his large, turgid cock felt feverish.

  “Yes, the extra heat.” Bran’s lips found his nipples, and the rough texture grazed against the sensitive nubs. “It’s in my nature.”

  Donner glanced at the small window of the door. “What if someone looks in?”

  “No worries. I’ve enough illusion in me to make them see what I want, two men sleeping in opposite beds.”

  “I thought…” If Bran could do that, escape shouldn’t be a problem.

  “I know what you’re thinking. But no, I can hold it for one or two humans at a time, but more than that, it doesn’t work.”

  “Oh. But we’re safe in here?”

  “Yes.” Those piercing blue eyes blinked, dark eyelashes collapsing then opening.


  Whether it was a good idea or not, it was all the prompting Donner needed. He unfastened the buttons on Bran’s jeans then slipped his fingers around the heavy shaft. “Wow, again. You’re big for a lit…”

  Pressing two fingers to Donner’s lips, Bran shook his head. “You’ll just piss me off.”

  “Got it.” Obviously, he’d hit on a sore subject. “Not going there.”

  Bran grinned, crooked and cock-sure. He stood and stripped his pants to the floor. “Oh, you’ll go there all right.”

  Donner took in the magnificent sculpture of Bran’s body; it looked as if every muscle were carved from stone. His skin seemed to crawl with tiny lights highlighting his perfection, his large cock standing straight from his body, uncut, and… he’s hairless. “Beautiful.”

  Bran winked. “Let’s see your bits now.”

  Licking his lips, Donner pulled his top off, undid the snaps on his pants and shimmied out of them. He couldn’t take his eyes off Bran’s cock, though. He wanted to taste him, to feel him inside his mouth -- would it be different from a human?

  Bran cleared his throat. “Damn, you’re a sexy man, Donner Thomas.”

  Donner sat up on the edge of the bed as the Elf drew closer. “I’d say the same back, but you’re not a man.”

  Laughter once again filled the room, echoing in Donner’s head. “I’m a man, just not a hu-man.” He brushed his cock against Donner’s cheek and the air filled with the smell of nutmeg and vanilla again. “Do you want it?”

  Donner looked up into the swirling pools of dark lights in Bran’s eyes and without bothering to respond, he turned his head and drew the thick cock into his mouth. The skin felt silky as he rolled it with his tongue, but then it began to get slick, and the taste of fresh butter and ginger spice flooded his taste buds. He pulled back and slid his hand over the oily aromatic substance. “I… what is that?”

  “We Elves have our secrets, boy.” Bran chuckled. “Let’s just say I’m a no-lube-required entity.”

  “Oh.” Donner’s cock twitched against his thigh as a thrill ran through him. “And the taste?”

  “It’s different for everyone, though I’ve never had a human lover who noticed before.” Bran shrugged. “How do I taste to you?”

  “Like Christmas.” Donner sighed. “You taste and smell like Christmas.” Slipping his tongue over the engorged head, he parted the tip, tasting more spice before sliding the length back into his mouth. Bran moaned his pleasure as Donner’s hands moved around to the firm buttocks, pulling the Elf closer, fingers digging into the hard muscles, as he tasted, licked, and sucked.

  “Dagbar’s tongue, that feels good. So good,” Bran crooned.

  Donner’s cock leaked fluid onto his leg, twitching as he stroked the Elf’s length with his tongue, the taste growing sweeter, spicier, the oily substance greasing his mouth, his lips.

  Legs trembling, Bran wrapped his fingers into Donner’s hair. “Stop. Stop.”

  Donner slipped off of him. “What’s wrong?”

  Bran knelt between his legs. “Nothing. Everything is right. I want to see how I taste to you.” His tongue rasped against the slick substance around Donner’s lips. “Mmmm. Sugar and spice and everything nice.”

  He took Donner’s cock into his hands and dipped his head down, his mouth engulfing the length of the shaft.

  “Too long,” Donner whispered. Emotion overwhelmed him as the coarse tongue sexily tortured every inch of skin, every nerve ending excited under the stimulation.

  Inhaling deeply, Donner released a breath as he ran his hands through the soft blue hair. He lay back on the bed, Bran’s head bobbing while he worked up and down the cock. The Elf came up off him with an audible pop. “You’ve got a nice piece of equipment, boy. Tasty.” He wiped at his mouth with the back of his hand. “I want you. All of you.”

  Donner nodded as Bran lurched upward, capturing his mouth, drawing him into a deep, wet kiss. His tongue played over Donner’s teeth, darting in and around, probing, hot, so feverishly hot.

  “Can I have you, Donner Thomas?”

  “I…”

  “Say yes.”

  “Yes.”

  He flipped Donner onto his stomach, pressing his body close, the Elf’s cock hard-pressed against his sac. He melted into the mattress as soft kisses fluttered down his back, tracing lines and curves until the Elf reached Donner’s ass. Strong sure fingers splayed his buttocks, pulling them gently apart. His breath started to come in short bursts. How would it feel? Would it feel different from his human lovers? Or maybe none of this was truly happening. A dream perhaps. If it was a dream, Donner didn’t want to wake up.

  The bristly tongue worked around his anus, unlike anything he’d ever felt before. A finger joined the play, spreading a slick substance around the tight muscle, working it, loosening it, readying Donner. Licking, prodding, gentle circles -- his balls drew up, his cock near bursting against the dampening mattress, sweat dripping from his forehead. “Oh, Jesus, God.”

  He could feel the Elf grin as he kissed his left cheek. “I’m going to have you now. Would you like that?”

  “Yes. Yes…” His words trailed off into a moan as he felt the head of Bran’s cock breach the tightly bound ring. So thick, so big. Filling him slowly, inch by aching inch. There was no biting pain as Bran had entered him, only pure unadulterated pleasure. When he’d filled him completely, Bran leaned forward, wrapped his forearm around Donner’s chest and used his hand to push Donner’s head to the side, facing the door. A shadow passed the window, then came back again.

  Donner’s mouth hung open, his body buzzing with euphoria heightened by the fact that they might get caught. The attendant pressed his face to the glass, hand on forehead peering inside, seeming to look through them, as Bran withdrew his cock, then thrust forward making Donner groan with surprise and excitement. The Elf’s lips brushed his earlobe. “He can’t see us.”

  “I don’t care any more. Just fuck me. Hard. Please.” His body cried out to be taken -- fast and furious -- as he pushed himself back onto Bran, their balls colliding with the effort.

  A shock ran through Bran as he watched the human give himself over in abandon. He didn’t think he could be surprised anymore, not after so many centuries, but Donner was a true gift. Rarely ever did the Elf want to see his lovers while he fucked them, their faces contorted in strange savage animal poses, but with Donner, he wanted to see him, all of him, to watch the tension explode from his body and subside on his face. The young man had an open heart, needing, dying to be loved. He could feel everything coming from the human -- this strange and wonderful man.

  He withdrew his cock and shushed the young man’s protests as he turned him again, this time onto his back. Slipping up between his legs, he slid once more into the warm, inviting channel. His lips met Donner’s as he buried himself balls deep inside. “What do you want for Christmas?”

  Donner shook his head, but didn’t answer.

  “Tell me. I’m the granter of wishes, boy.”

  “I…” Tears brimmed in the edges of the sad, gorgeous green eyes, making them impossibly light.

  “No matter, boy,” he soothed, plunging his tongue into Donner’s mouth as his hips surged forward, pushing deeper inside. He began to stroke, forward and back, the head of his cock massaging the spongy round pleasure spot inches inside the slick canal. He could feel the human tightening down on him, squeezing his shaft with every advance.

  “Faster,” Donner panted. “Faster.”

  Bran leaned back onto his knees, pulling the young man’s legs up on his shoulders and drove himself with furious lunges, his hips lurching back and forth, taking him hard, harder, until he saw spots of colors, his cock threatening to burst with every grunt and moan pouring from Donner.

  He’d never been able to come easily with humans, but with this one, his problem seemed just the opposite, he couldn’t seem to hold back. Natural lubricant fairly poured from the glands in his cock as they swelled into a mass of textured vibr
ating bumps. The look in Donner’s eyes told Bran the young man could feel the difference.

  “Oh, God, what is that.” His breath was coming even quicker. “Oh, God. I’m going to come. I’m going to…”

  Bran grasped Donner’s cock, stroking it in rhythm with the thrusts, biting his upper lip and trying to keep himself from bursting.

  “Ah!” the human cried out as fluid erupted from his cock, spraying Bran’s and his own abdomen with the creamy substance -- the taut ass quivering in spasms around his cock with every spurt.

  “Santa’s beard!” Bran swore as his body shuddered forward, rapture and ecstasy tearing through him as his own orgasm ripped through and he collapsed on top of Donner.

  They lay for several moments, only the sound of their breathing between them. Then Donner began to laugh, at first quietly, and at Bran’s grinning, it grew more loud and jolly. When the human pulled himself together, he smiled at Bran, those eyes nearly melting the Elf’s soul. “Santa’s beard?”

  Bran chuckled. “Yeah. If the big man knew I used his name when I came, he’d have a fit.”

  “The big man?” Donner’s eyebrows rose. “You mean?”

  “Yes, boy. I told you I was an Elf. It’s why I have to get out of here tonight. If I miss the transport at six a.m., well, let’s just say Santa may forgive humans who are naughty, but he takes toy work very seriously.”

  “He’s real also? But I thought… and the Donner you know… oh boy.”

  “It’s nearly midnight now. We need to get this bed pushed over, and get settled before the nurse comes. Then we’ll figure out how I’m supposed to get out of here.”

  Chapter Four

  After they’d arranged the room back to it’s original condition, Donner sat on the edge of his bed. He already knew how Bran could escape, but telling him meant that Donner would be alone again. Worry furrowed the dark blue brow, indigo eyes stared off in deep thought. He didn’t want Bran to leave, but keeping him wasn’t an option. “I know how to get you out.”