Christmas Snippet for dues

by Rocnrods

Jim and Blair are the property of Petfly, Lucky Dogs.

Christmas Snippet
by Rocnrods

"NO!"

"BUT?"

:"NO!"

"Anyone ever tell you that you're a repressed,anti-social, irritating bastard?"

"Not since the divorce."

Blair gave up and huffed into his room slamming the door good measure. The sentinel could hear the creak of the glass panels in the door frame.

"Very mature, Sandburg, what are you six maybe seven."

His only answer was hastily pulled open door and a curly head popping out, the owner of said head was sticking out his tongue and making a childish face. As quickly as it appeared the curly head disappeared and said French doors slammed again.

The kid could make all the faces he wanted, Jim decided, but there was no way in hell that he was going to wear that monstrosity. Though as Santa suit's went it wasn't that bad. The material was red cotton made to look like wool so it would be that hot. The fur trimming on the coat and hat was not the obscenely hairy type but the neatly trimmed barely noticeable kind. Even the padding and beard weren't that bad. And it was for the kids. Blair had been volunteering at Cascade's homeless shelter and they needed a Santa for their upcoming Christmas party. What kind of scrooge was he being to deny kids a Santa. To deny Blair a Santa. The younger man had been so excited when he told Jim about the party and how much the kids were looking foreword to it.

Then he had pulled out the Santa suit and asked. Jim hadn't even blinked before turning Blair down. He hadn't even thought about it. Now that he did he realized that Blair probably had a point. He was a repressed, anti-social. irritating bastard who had just denied a simple favor to a man who had basically set his life for Jim.

"Damn."

Picking up the red jacket, Jim slid it on and then reached for the hat. He could do an afternoon in this.

He could entertain kids and ho ho for a little bit, he imagined the smiles lighting up little faces. He could imagine the happy look on Blair's face.

Maybe after a little bit he could come up with a way to get Blair to sit on Santa's lap.

Jim felt his skin grow warm at the thought of Blair in his lap. How easily it might be to maneuver a laughing happy Blair under the mistletoe and finally kiss those lips that had been haunting Jim since day one.

Jim walked to the French doors and knocked gently.

"Hey Chief, I am sorry."

Silence.

"I was thinking I overreacted and that maybe we could talk about this Santa thing. That I wouldn't be totally opposed to an afternoon as Santa."

There was a slight shuffling then a soft

"You mean it?" Blair sounded like the child Jim accused him of being.

"Yeah, Chief "

"Well I was thinking that I didn't ask properly Jim. So maybe I should try again."

"What Chief?"

Before Jim could formulate a proper question the French doors swung open and there stood Blair Sandburg in curly elf shoes and cap. . .and nothing else.

"So Jim, wanna be Santa?" Blair gave his sultriest smile.

"Only if you're Santa's little helper, Chief." Jim giving his best leer and attacking his elf.

And all through the house two creatures were stirring, and moaning, and groaning.

Merry Christmas to all.
Happy Holidays