Alla
Copyright December 24, 2000 by Matthew Haldeman-Time
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Kevin Richardson/Nick Carter, AJ McLean/Brian Littrell
Disclaimer: The young men who comprise the Backstreet Boys, *NSYNC, and 98 Degrees are their own people. The author has not met anyone here described, nor does the author mean to suggest that these people act this way in real life. This writing is a work of fiction. I make no money from this venture.
Dedication: This slashfic is for Ewan McGregor, the Savage Garden slashers, and David.
Wherein there's Santa, some nice boys, and some naughty ones.
Notice: My first holiday fic. Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night.
AJ sat on Santa Kevin's lap next. He'd gotten long and hard - - excuse me, he'd thought long and hard about what he wanted for Christmas this year. And finally, he came to see Santa with his carefully written list. AJ sat on Santa's lap and asked, with hope in his heart and a hard-on in his pants, for his very own Brian Littrell. Santa was a kind and generous jolly old elf, and promised to think long and hard about the idea.
Brian was the third to sit on Santa Kevin's lap. He squirmed a bit, because something in Santa's outfit kept poking him. Brian asked for peace on earth. When Santa asked whether he wouldn't like something else, he asked for an end to world hunger. Pressed for more, he admitted to wanting an end to poverty, cures for life-threatening illnesses, a cleaner environment, and- At this point, Santa Kevin decided that Brian was extremely cute but needed to get a clue. Santa's elves, two short musclebound dimpled men known as Drew One and Drew Two, carted Brian off, stripped him, and tied him to AJ's bed with big red bows.
Nick settled familiarly on Santa Kevin's lap. Whatever had poked Brian didn't seem to make Nick uncomfortable at all. "Ask me what I want for Christmas."
"I don't care what you want for Christmas."
"But I made a list."
Santa Kevin had awfully dark eyebrows for someone with a white beard. "I don't care."
"I want lots of things," Nick said. "I want to lick your balls. I want to suck your cock. I want you to fuck me. I want you to fuck me again. I want you to take off these damned nipple clamps."
"But you've been a bad boy this year."
"Please, Santa?"
"Stop pouting."
"I'll be good this year. I'll be so good," he promised. He seemed to be a very hyper boy; he kept moving in Santa's lap. Almost as though he were rubbing himself against something. Maybe that hard thing was poking him after all.
"How good?" Santa asked.
"Very, very good," Nick said.
Santa was beginning to look...pleased. He didn't seem to mind having a naughty, squirming boy in his lap after all. "You'll be good?"
"So good," Nick promised, and gave Santa a friendly kiss. Maybe this was a French custom?
"If you're good, I'll give you a special present to unwrap," Santa said.
"I'm a good boy," Nick said. He tried to give Santa a nice big hug, but Santa held him back.
"If you're bad, I'll have to punish you," Santa warned.
"Punish me?" Nick asked. His cheeks turned red, and his eyes got bright. He didn't exactly look scared. The idea of punishment seemed to...excite him.
"You'll have to be a very good boy to avoid punishment."
"I'll be good." He kissed Santa again, and then he slid down from Santa's lap...and knelt before Santa. Maybe he was going to beg Santa? Maybe he was - - oh. Oh dear. Nick was a very, very naughty boy. Naughty, naughty Nick. Naughty, naughty Santa.
Come to think of it, the
elves being naked probably should have tipped us off...