Both “ficklets” feature the boys from my m/m/m contemporary novel Bound To Please so check them out.

Here are the links,

http://www.fictionwithfriction.com/2011/05/15/fun-in-the-sun-vacation-plans/

http://www.fictionwithfriction.com/2011/05/22/more-fun-in-the-sun-by-the-pool/

http://www.fictionwithfriction.com/2009/02/08/cross-his-heart/

So please drop by and help us celebrate love’s diversity.

And have a happy Valentines Day!

Sleybells ring. Are you listening? In the lane, snow is glistening …

Dan hummed along with the tinny music pumping throughout the mall as he and Rachel made their way past Starbucks and Wilson’s toward the second floor entrance of Macy’s. He paused in front of Yankee Candle. He needed a polyanna gift for the office. Maybe one of those apple pie scented candles … 

“Let’s go in here a minute, Rache.”

The four-year-old scrunched up her face and shook her head, blond pigtails swinging. “That store makes me sneeze.”

“You know what? That store makes me sneeze too.” Dan grinned down at her and started walking again.

Okay, so maybe not a candle.

“Look, Rachel,” Dan tugged on his niece’s small hand and pointed. “There’s Santa. Want to go sit on his lap and tell him what you want for Christmas?”

“Uncle Danny, there’s no such thing as Santa Claus. That guy just works for the mall.”

How the hell could a four-year-old manage to be so disdainful?

“Who told you that?”

“My friend Becky. Her mom told her to go out to Amazon and make a wish list of what she wants. She says there’s no such thing as Santa and that your mom and dad buy all the stuff.”

“How old is Becky?”

“Seven.”

“Seven, huh? A real woman of the world then.”

He wondered why any parent would tell their seven-year-old that there wasn’t a Santa Claus. It negated the whole naughty or nice thing and, given that the kid was out on Amazon making a list, must substantially uncomplicate the Christmas shopping. But still …

“What if she’s wrong?”

Rachel sniffed.

Okay. Dan tried again.

“Don’t you think your mom would like a picture of you with Santa?” Danny eyed the little hottie with the camera who was at that very moment taking the picture of a screaming toddler while the kid’s mother stood by apparently oblivious, yelling into her cell phone.

The elf, if that was what he was supposed to be, was lithe and slim with long reddish-gold hair pulled back in a tail that hung halfway down his back. Even the green velvet elf suit couldn’t entirely spoil the effect of the pert little ass as the kid bent down to offer a candy-cane to the crying boy.

Mmm. Dan sure wouldn’t mind finding that under his tree on Christmas morning. And he wasn’t talking about the candy?cane either.

“That man has pointy ears,” Rachel said, her gaze following Dan’s as he continued to check out elfboy.

“He’s an elf. I bet he knows all about building dollhouses.” He gave her hand a squeeze. “Want to go over and talk to him?” 

Rachel’s big blue eyes lit with sudden interest and Dan knew he had won.

 “You mean like big girl dollhouses with electricity and everything?” She studied the elf as if trying to make up her mind.

“Just like.”

His sister had told him that a big girl dollhouse was Rachel’s single wish for Christmas. Dan had priced them and he thought maybe if he sold his car …

Rachel’s gaze lifted to meet his. “What about what Becky said–”

“Never mind what Becky said.” Dan tugged her toward the escalator. “C’mon, Rache, let’s go talk to Santa.”

And maybe he could get that elf’s phone number while they were at it.

The line moved slowly giving Dan ample time to study the way the green velvet pants hugged the curve of elfboy’s ass and the way the light shone off the gold highlights in his hair.

While they waited Dan wove a little fantasy in his head. He imagined stripping the kid out of that ugly green outfit, following the progress of the material with his tongue. He imagined how that smooth–because whoever heard of a hairy elf anyway?–pale skin would taste, how warm and soft it would feel under his hands and lips and–

“Uncle Dan, it’s our turn.”

Dan jerked his thoughts back. He needed to get his mind out of the gutter or pretty soon he was going to have an embarrassing problem on his hands. And in his pants.

“Hi, sweetie, what’s your name?” the elf asked.

“Dan,” Dan said.

Elfboy laughed.

Oh my freakin god. Look at those dimples.

“I meant your little girl.” Green eyes sparkled with good humor.

“My names Rachel. And he’s my uncle, not my dad.”

“Is he really?” Those pretty eyes narrowed as if considering.

Dan felt a frisson of awareness slide through him. Was elfboy sending out signals?

Dan gave his best, most signal-receptive smile. “yeah, she’s my sister’s daughter. We’re doing our Christmas shopping.”

“That’s great.” Elfboy turned to Rachel. “Would you like a candy-cane, Rachel.”

“Yes, please.” She held out her hand.

He passed it to her. “Now go sit on Santa’s lap and I’ll take your picture and you can tell him what you want for Christmas. Okay?”

Rachel looked from elfboy to Santa then back at her uncle. Dan could see that she was going to balk. She open her mouth.

“Go on, Rache.” Dan made a little shooing motion toward Santa. “I want a picture of you sitting on Santa’s lap.”

And a minute alone with elfboy would be good too.

With a final doubt-filled glance over her shoulder, she went.

Elfboy fiddled with his camera, not looking at Dan. “So she’s your niece?”

“Yeah.” Oh, he could just picture it–elfboy on his knees, Dan’s hand fisted in all that glorious hair while he fucked that pretty mouth.

Elfboy leaned in and peered through the viewfinder. “How’s the shopping going? You looking for something special?”

Dan’s pulse quickened and his cock twitched. Down boy. “Maybe. You know where I can find something special?”

“I might.”

Click. The camera whirred.

Elfboy glanced back at Dan who was openly ogling his ass. Their eyes met. Without breaking eye contact elfboy reached into the box beside him and pulled out another candy-cane. “You want a candy-cane too, Uncle Danny?”

Dan reached out and took the candy. Their fingers brushed and a jolt of awareness sizzled along his nerve-endings and straight to his prick. He licked his lips.

“I know you elves must be really busy with Christmas coming up and all, but–”

“C’mon, Uncle Danny. I’m done.” Rachel tugged on his sleeve.

“I get off at ten.” The words were pitched low, for Dan’s ears alone.

Dan nodded and smiled. “Cool.”

A pink tongue slipped out to wet full lips and elfboy returned his smile. “Enjoy your shopping. Hope you find what you’re looking for.”

“I think I already have.”