Santa Baby [1/1]
Title: Santa Baby
Author: shiek_2
Pairing: Pierre/David
Summary: "David has a fetish for men in red suits."
Disclaimer: I do not claim ownership of any of the people mentioned herein, nor do I claim these events to be real. I do not make any monetary gain, mean any harm, or disrespect. The song used for the title is also not mine.
Rating: R since it's rather suggestive.
Author's Note: Just a silly Christmas 'fic. I'm working on a much more serious AU one. I hope you all enjoy! :)
David has a fetish for men in red suits.
Yeah, you heard me right. And not just any red suit, a Santa suit. Complete with the traditional hat, black boots, and belt. The beard was something David didn’t enjoy, something about it being overkill. I tried explaining to him that Santa was, y’know, for the kids and not a sex symbol. He said my mind wasn’t open to all the possibilities.
Who the hell wants to fuck Santa Claus?
You all still think I’m joking. ‘Oh Pierre, you joker you. There’s no way David would ever think about screwing Santa’s brains out’, right? Wrong!
Last year, unaware of his Santa induced fantasies, I took him to the mall to see ‘Santa Claus.’ Why did two grown men go to sit on a mall Santa’s lap? You try to say no to that Desrosiers pout and promise of a blowjob.
Anyways, I took him to see Santa.
We waited in line for half an hour, which went by surprisingly smooth so I guess that should’ve been my first clue something horribly embarrassing was going to happen, then it was David’s turn. He went right up to the mall Santa and sat on his lap, who looked unpleasantly surprised there was a grown man sitting on his lap. This must’ve been a regular occurrence because Santa remained calm and asked him what he wanted for Christmas.
It was then things went downhill, literally.
I noticed David’s hands roaming Santa’s chest, which not only freaked me out but also the twenty mothers behind me, then he ground his ass onto Santa’s crotch. What’s worse is he moaned, like a two bit whore, and tried to move Santa’s hand down to his ‘South Pole’.
Let’s just say, we were lucky Sebastien had volunteered as a mall Santa that day.
Or not, since we have to pay for all his therapy sessions, as commanded by overprotective boyfriend Chuck, who threatened to rip David’s dick off if he ever tried that again. We have to pay for Chuck’s anger management classes too.
I know you’re all wondering what I got him for Christmas this year. I, Pierre Bouvier, being the awesome boyfriend that I am, am currently standing in our living room in a Santa suit, complete with everything but the beard, waiting for David to come home.
I can’t help the excitement that surges through me as his headlights flash through the window. I listen intently for his footsteps walking to the front door. Keys jingle in the still night air as he shoves one into the lock. Shortly after he steps inside and throws his things in a, not so, neat pile next to the door. He pauses when he sees me standing in the living room.
“Pierre…why are you in a Santa suit?” He asks, eyebrows raised. He starts making his way towards me.
“For you, for your Santa fetish.” I reply with a big grin, feeling immensely proud of myself.
“Oh, I’m over that.” He says, wrapping his arms around me.
“Oh.” I deflate. “Well….”
“Pierre?” He asks gazing into my eyes.
“Yeah?”
He moved his lips to my ear. “I was kidding.” He whispers breathily, licking the shell of my ear lightly. “I’ve been a naughty boy Santa,” He says in a low, sultry tone, pushing me down to the floor.
I almost lost it right there.
Best Christmas, ever.
Author: shiek_2
Pairing: Pierre/David
Summary: "David has a fetish for men in red suits."
Disclaimer: I do not claim ownership of any of the people mentioned herein, nor do I claim these events to be real. I do not make any monetary gain, mean any harm, or disrespect. The song used for the title is also not mine.
Rating: R since it's rather suggestive.
Author's Note: Just a silly Christmas 'fic. I'm working on a much more serious AU one. I hope you all enjoy! :)
David has a fetish for men in red suits.
Yeah, you heard me right. And not just any red suit, a Santa suit. Complete with the traditional hat, black boots, and belt. The beard was something David didn’t enjoy, something about it being overkill. I tried explaining to him that Santa was, y’know, for the kids and not a sex symbol. He said my mind wasn’t open to all the possibilities.
Who the hell wants to fuck Santa Claus?
You all still think I’m joking. ‘Oh Pierre, you joker you. There’s no way David would ever think about screwing Santa’s brains out’, right? Wrong!
Last year, unaware of his Santa induced fantasies, I took him to the mall to see ‘Santa Claus.’ Why did two grown men go to sit on a mall Santa’s lap? You try to say no to that Desrosiers pout and promise of a blowjob.
Anyways, I took him to see Santa.
We waited in line for half an hour, which went by surprisingly smooth so I guess that should’ve been my first clue something horribly embarrassing was going to happen, then it was David’s turn. He went right up to the mall Santa and sat on his lap, who looked unpleasantly surprised there was a grown man sitting on his lap. This must’ve been a regular occurrence because Santa remained calm and asked him what he wanted for Christmas.
It was then things went downhill, literally.
I noticed David’s hands roaming Santa’s chest, which not only freaked me out but also the twenty mothers behind me, then he ground his ass onto Santa’s crotch. What’s worse is he moaned, like a two bit whore, and tried to move Santa’s hand down to his ‘South Pole’.
Let’s just say, we were lucky Sebastien had volunteered as a mall Santa that day.
Or not, since we have to pay for all his therapy sessions, as commanded by overprotective boyfriend Chuck, who threatened to rip David’s dick off if he ever tried that again. We have to pay for Chuck’s anger management classes too.
I know you’re all wondering what I got him for Christmas this year. I, Pierre Bouvier, being the awesome boyfriend that I am, am currently standing in our living room in a Santa suit, complete with everything but the beard, waiting for David to come home.
I can’t help the excitement that surges through me as his headlights flash through the window. I listen intently for his footsteps walking to the front door. Keys jingle in the still night air as he shoves one into the lock. Shortly after he steps inside and throws his things in a, not so, neat pile next to the door. He pauses when he sees me standing in the living room.
“Pierre…why are you in a Santa suit?” He asks, eyebrows raised. He starts making his way towards me.
“For you, for your Santa fetish.” I reply with a big grin, feeling immensely proud of myself.
“Oh, I’m over that.” He says, wrapping his arms around me.
“Oh.” I deflate. “Well….”
“Pierre?” He asks gazing into my eyes.
“Yeah?”
He moved his lips to my ear. “I was kidding.” He whispers breathily, licking the shell of my ear lightly. “I’ve been a naughty boy Santa,” He says in a low, sultry tone, pushing me down to the floor.
I almost lost it right there.
Best Christmas, ever.