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Pond is not as protective of Santa as he once used to be. Which would only make sense as Santa was in his first year of university now. He was an adult. He acted like an adult. But all that maturity and responsibility left his body as soon as he saw his Phi'Perth.
Perth had been present in his life for as long as Santa can remember. Santa was not always included in his brother and his brother's best friend's antics but he was there to observe at least. He was there to get close enough to Perth, that they are basically inseparable. Pond would joke about how Santa was actually supposed to be Perth's younger brother and not his. Perth would laugh and agree but Santa would frown. He would sulk and push at Pond angrily for making such a statement.
Santa had also been crushing on Perth for as long as he can remember. Why would he not? When Perth takes care of him like no other. He ties his shoelaces when they come undone, gives him piggy back rides when his legs hurt, feeds him any food thats in his hands and kisses his head before leaving the house after the hang outs are over.
Santa was sure Perth also liked him back until middle school happened. Santa never missed a day of waiting infront of Perth's class after his own were done. Perth's friends would tease him about how he has got a little boyfriend. Usually Perth just lets them be after throwing them a look of ridicule but that day he spoke, "Guys, just stop. Tata is just my nong. He could even be my own brother at this point. He's sensitive so don't tease him like this"
If Santa could scream he would say "No! Please tease us like that! I'd do anything for it!" But he has never gone against his P'Perth so he stayed quiet. Pond never says anything either. Santa thinks maybe because Pond has caught on about his feelings for Perth. Santa was not one to hide his feelings. He would let Perth know his feelings every now and then but they always met with Perth brushing it off or misinterpreting it.
"Phi, let's get married when we're grown up" Santa would say but Perth would laugh it off and ruffle his hair.
Any lover or date Perth has ever had, had to be met with Santa's hostile behaviour. Perth let it pass but his relationships never lasted long because of it. But of course Santa was more important to Perth than lovers he had known for much less.
Perth had his first girlfriend when he was in second year of high school. Santa was in his last year of middle school at the time so they did not go to the same school anymore.
Santa noticed how his phi who used to walk him home everyday after school wasn't doing it anymore. It was just him and Pond for the first time. Perth would not be home when Santa would visit like he usually is and Perth's mom just smiled teasingly while talking about how he is on a date.
It's like overnight Santa lost all of his phi's attention. And he could not handle it. He found out who was dating Perth and started to think of ways to make them break up. That included following Perth and his girlfriend on dates and outings, before getting caught by Perth. Who was not even mad. Yet when Pond found out, he was furious. He always spoiled Santa but this was something even he could not excuse.
Perth could reprimand Santa a little so this incident did not happen again but the younger one was using his tears to their full potential. Sobbing into Perth's arms about how he had made a mistake and it would not happen again. It did happen again though. Perth's first relationship failed but the next ones were shorter. Surviving for 1-3 months before his lovers started talking about how Perth barely paid attention to them or how Santa was being too invasive for just a nong. Of course Perth could not let someone slander his little brother like that.
When Pond got himself a boyfriend, he started to slowly disappear from their trio hang outs. Maybe Perth felt bad for Santa that is why he started hanging around Santa even more. Even when Pond was not there.
"You treat him more like a younger brother than I do" Pond laughed.
"Someone has to take care of him while you're out there busy with Phuwin"
"Oiii, are you saying I abandoned him?"
Perth smirked, "I didn't say that. But at least you know I'll never do that to him "
Pond looked at him skeptically before relaxing again, "I hope you know you've got my blessing already"
"Tata's just a kid, man"
"If he has to be with someone, I'd rather it be you than some rando he meets in university"
And today was Santa's first day of university. Usually its Pond driving him to school but Pond did not have morning classes today, so its Perth.
Santa got blessings from his mom for his first day before hearing the car horn outside indicating Perth was waiting for him. He ran outside immediately, excited for something else more than just his first day.
"Phi'Perth!" Santa ran straight into Perth's arms as the older was outside leaning on the car.
Perth groaned at the impact, "Ta-...slow down"
Santa just giggled making Perth smile as well before patting the younger's hair.
"Is Tata ready for his first day?" Perth asked while fixing Santa's hair.
"Hmmm," Santa buried his face into Perth's shoulders, "but I'm a little nervous"
Perth shakes his head, "You're smart and hard working, it'll be a breeze for you", he cupped Santa's face with both of his hands, squishing his cheeks, "And if you ever need something, you know who to call right?"
Santa grinned ear to ear, "Not p'Pond for sure"
Perth laughed before jokingly scolding him. "Of course you should call him. He's always complaining about me stealing you"
Santa scrunched his nose and removed Perth's hands from his face. The hands settled on Santa's waist again, "Maybe you should steal me once and for all and get this over with"
Perth probably did not realise he still had his arms around Santa but who was Santa to play god and tell him.
"If you want to be my younger brother, then you already are. There's nothing to steal-"
"Phi" his tone is cold, "I told you I don't want that" Santa immediately gets out of Perth's hold and scrambles to open the passenger seat door. Perth stares at him confused. He did not expect the abrupt change in Santa's behaviour.
"Tata-" Before he got an answer Santa shut the door. Perth went around the car and entered through the driver's seat. "Did phi do something wrong?" Perth asked as he put the seatbelt on for both santa and then himself.
Santa did not put on his usual smile. Instead he crossed his arms and looked out the window. "Just drive. I don't wanna be late for my first day" the pout in his voice made it evident for Perth to not pry anymore. A sulking Santa was not easy to coax.
The drive was uncomfortably quiet. Perth stole a few glances at Santa but that was it. Santa was in no mood to talk. They arrived after a while. Santa took his seatbelt off immediately and was about to exit the car when Perth grabbed his wrist.
"Can you just tell me why you're angry?" Perth pleaded. His eyes looking at Santa's for anything at all but anger.
Santa sighed before yanking his wrist away from Perth's hold. "I'll go home with P'Pond".
Perth exits the car along with Santa, "Wait, Tata" Perth doesn't follow him as Santa starts walking faster, "Phi will think about this all day if you do this". Santa doesn't look back or slow down "Tata!"
Santa walks into his class after a long time of searching and getting lost. He sits somewhere where there are not many people. He did not feel like socialising right off the bat but someone did end up sitting next to him. Santa's eye roll stopped mid way when he looked beside himself. It was a boy he is all too familiar with. Santa rolled his eyes again, this time making sure the boy saw. The boy sent him a fake smile before taking his stuff out of his bag.
"Is the seat taken?" The boy asked, not making eye contact with Santa.
"It was. Before you took it without asking" there was venom in his reply.
The boy sighed and looked at Santa who was still glaring directly at him.
"Can we be civil, Ta?"
"Don't call me that"
"It's what your brother calls you"
"And you're not my brother so now what?"
It was the boy's turn to glare now. "Do we have to do this right now?"
Santa looked away mumbling, "I really don't understand P'pond's type or what he sees in you"
"I can hear you"
"Good for you!" Santa said louder before trying to move away with the seat. The seats were fixed and could not be moved.
Santa's first class went surprisingly well considering he did not like his seatmate. He paid enough attention and even interacted. As soon as the class ended it was break time. A call came on Phuwin's phone. Phuwin picked it up, glancing at Santa once. Santa could tell it was Pond that called.
Santa was ready to leave the classroom when Phuwin called from behind, "Pond is telling you to meet at the cafeteria"
Santa was already pissed off because of what happened in the morning but hearing Phuwin's words made him even more furious.
"Tell him to call me himself if he wants me to show up" Santa walked out without looking back.
Santa's eyebrow furrowed as he headed to the cafeteria. He was going there, just not to meet Pond. Or Perth. He can not give in this easily. Santa thought about Phuwin on the way. The boy was his age but acted so much more mature it was nearly the thing that pissed him off. But that was not the real reason. Phuwin was not a bad person. Infact he was great. A good guy who was nice to Santa. It was Pond that pissed Santa off. Ever since a year ago, Pond started dating this classmate of Santa's. It was fine before Pond made it seem like dating meant he could stop attending to his big brother duties.
Strictly speaking, Santa missed his older brother. He was sure Pond woke up later to bring Phuwin to the university, but he kicked Santa out of his room when Santa went in there in the morning. So Perth had to step up.
Perth does not complain when Santa asks of anything from him. Even when he had dates he would never deny Santa anything. So Santa dreaded the day Perth found someone he really liked. Someone who Santa paled in comparison to. If one day Perth finds someone who he was willing to ignore Santa over then it was over for Santa, and he knew. But this Perth only saw Santa as his little brother, his nong who was just too cute for this world to have any hardships. Thats why he always stepped in.
Santa's frown deepened as he remembered what happened in the morning. Perth had already called him several times but he did not pick up.
"Santa!"
Santa looked back at the source of the voice and immediately grinned ear to ear. "Ai' Liam!"
It has been a while since he had seen his middle school best friend. They meet half way in a tight hug. It lingered for a while, enough to not notice Perth appearing behind Santa.
After they separate, William got a little startled to see Perth. "Oh P'Perth," he gave a respectful wai, "Its good to see you". Perth gave a smile in response but the light did not reach his eyes. And Santa did not meet his eyes either. He brought his arm to rest on Santa's waist like he always did but this time Santa removed it. Making even William give a confused look, but he stayed quiet.
"Can I borrow Santa for a while?" Perth asked William. The boy immediately nodded but Santa refused by standing further away from his Phi.
"I'm not going"
Perth exhaled loudly, "Ta, don't be difficult".
Santa finally looked at him, glared at him more like. But did not speak. He did not want to anger himself more. Then he sighed in defeat. What was he expecting? If being angry at Perth every time he got called his younger brother worked, if Perth finally understood then it would have happened years ago. But this only proves Santa right to think that Perth is not understanding on purpose. He is ignoring the signs and the obvious confessions on purpose. And that hurt more than being called his younger brother.
"Right now, I want to be with Liam"
Perth pursed his lips and nodded before sighing, "Phi will talk to you later then", he used one hand to bring Santa closer to him and kissed him on the side of his head before turning around and joining his friends standing far enough from Santa. If this was before, Santa would be ecstatic. He would have more hope than he does now. But he realised Perth only does this because Pond does it too. There's nothing but brotherly love in that kiss.
Santa sat down with a sigh and William followed.
"Everything okay?" William was curious. Santa was usually smiley and honestly, happy go lucky.
Santa made a slight hmph sound, sounding like an angry kitten if anything but the words coming out of him were anything but kitten-like, "It's just fuckass Pond again".
William nodded with a sigh, "You're no better. You'd leave P'Pond on his deathbed if P'Perth asked for you"
Santa squinted, "But thats different"
William smiled knowingly.
"You can see how that's different right?" Santa sat up straighter to get his point across, "Oh my god, I'm not falling for whatever you're trying to make me realise"
"I'm not making you do anything"
"You are! You want me to admit that I started ignoring P'Pond before he did and not the other way-" Santa paused "actually fuck you"
William looked Santa dead in the eyes,"P'Perth was right though. You are being difficult. Just ask for what you want. Neither of them will ever deny you anything"
"Why are you on their side and not mine?" Santa grunted, "I- well I've never had to ask for things from them. They usually just gave it. Call me a coward but I don't know how to ask for things from them so directly"
William looked at him with a disgruntled expression," Don't piss me off. You always talk so much but you can't talk about your own feelings? Stop beating around the bush"
Santa was feeling conflicted about opening up to William now but he had already done it. As much as William was angering him, Santa knew the other boy was right and just giving him a reality check. He always beats around the bush. Santa gave vague signals and signs, never to-the-point. He stood up, "Fine. Watch me. I'll go have a normal conversation with P'Perth about why he angered me and I'll talk to that idiot too"
"That's your brother"
"Exactly, I just said I'll talk to the idiot as well"
Santa was determined this time. He would be normal. He would talk to Perth straight up without being a pain in the ass.
He noticed Perth sitting with his friends at one of the tables at the civil engineering cafeteria. Pond was there too. He immediately made a beeline towards them.
Perth was joking around with his friends but his expression turned serious as he locked eyes with Santa. Santa gave a wai to his seniors but it lasted barely a second.
Perth moved a little to give Santa a place to sit beside him "Tata-" and Santa with all his confidence gave out an annoyed huff and sat down sideways on his lap. It was like Pond audibly rolled his eyes at the duo. The others were aware of Santa's clingy nature but they had yet to view it themselves, positively surprised at the younger's behaviour.
"There's space for 5 others, Ta" Pond reprimanded but that only made Perth secure his hands on the younger's hips, keeping him in place.
"No it's ok" Perth replied to Pond. He was only glad Santa was willing to be near him after whatever happened in the morning.
Santa played with the chain necklace around Perth's neck. Fixing the collar of the older's leather jacket. He had to gain more sympathy than Perth was willing to give. He used his big doe eyes and turned them slightly glossy—on command, his pout evident in his pink lips, Santa talked with a soft small voice, "Phi, can we talk now?"
"Now?" Perth looked around at his friends. Santa used his hands to turn the older boy back towards him. Aware of how Perth's friend's were looking at him. Aware of Pond's slightly pissed off gaze too.
"Not here" Santa mumbled.
"Of course, let's go somewhere else, yeah?"
Santa got up, giving a look to Pond and Perth pulled him to a secluded place behind the main building by hand.
Santa stood with his back to the wall, not exactly touching but Perth was standing close enough to make him feel sandwiched between the wall and the older. He inwardly smirked thinking about how this moment could go different if only Perth were not so dense. They could be making out, over here away from all the eyes but also with the thrill of possibly being found out. They could even go further if they had time.
Santa snapped out of his thoughts and looked at Perth in the eyes. His expression from earlier still intact.
"I should've explained it to you earlier, phi. The reason for me being angry at you-" Santa sighed like it was hard to say, "I just... don't want to be your nong. I told you before. So when you kept calling me your nong. I got unreasonably angry but... you can forgive Tata, right?"
Perth was in deep thought as Santa was finishing what he had to say. He curtly nodded. "I get it" he sighed, "You don't want to be my nong. It's fine. I understand you're grown up now, you wouldn't appreciate someone treating you like I do"
Santa frowned, "I feel like you still didn't get me"
Perth looked dispirited, "I have class in a while. If you don't go home with Pond, just give me a call and I'll take you home, okay?"
The younger one ignored his words and tried to get him to respond differently, "Phi, I'm not saying this in a 'I'm-now-grown- and-serious' type of way you know that, right?" Santa's eyes were stern as much as his grip on Perth's arm. Perth put a hand over Santa's grip—then pried it off himself, still soft, still gentle.
"Ta, I accept your apology. But I really have to go. Don't forget to have your lunch"
He patted Santa's head, deepening the scowl on the little one's face. "What? Phi can't touch your head now either?" Perth softly scoffed, no real malice behind it. But something else. Melancholy maybe.
"I didn't say that"
Santa watched Perth walk back to his friends. Pond sighed and looked away from Santa, as if disapproving of his behaviour. It did not hurt Santa to see his older brother do that. He was used it. Pond knew how annoying Santa could be if he wanted to. Perth was blind with adoration but Pond saw the real Santa. Pond saw the way Santa would get if he did not get a toy when he was younger. Similarly, he saw the different ways his baby brother tried to get Perth's attention since they were kids. Going close enough to injure himself on purpose while riding a bicycle just to gain sympathy. That does not mean Santa was a bad person. He was just—different— in a special way.
After Santa's first day of classes ended, it was him who seeked William out first. Draping his arm around the other's shoulder.
"Do you think I'm ugly?" Santa asked out of the blue. Stunning William into place who looked at him confused.
Santa continued, "It must be because of how I dress, I seem like I haven't grown up yet" he patted his black and off-white oversize sweater, "Should I dress sexier?"
William opened his mouth to say something but closed it again before hesitantly nodding, "You could..." he said it like a question.
"I don't have sexy clothes"
"P'Pond?"
Santa made a disgusted face, not that he never stole clothes from Pond but the occasion of seducing Perth with his brother's clothes turned him off.
Santa's eyes gleamed as he got an idea out of the blue. He smiled at William devilishly.
"Liam, help me out"
"I really don't wanna" William took 4 steps away from Santa.
"I helped you during your haircut crisises" Santa hugged William's arm firm enough to keep the other boy from fleeing. "You said you think P'Perth likes me?"
William nodded.
"That means he'd be jealous if I got with someone" Santa laughed like he made the greatest discovery ever "Come to think of it, I've never actively dated anyone. P'Perth will definitely have a mental dilemma if he sees me with someone if he truly likes me like you said"
William put his hands up infront of Santa trying to get him to come to his senses, "So what? You're gonna date someone just to prove that?"
Santa looked down, kicking stones in thinking, "Not date. Maybe—talking terms"
William turned around, "Okay, good luck finding someone, bro-"
Santa grabbed onto his back collar, "You can be the one"
"WHAT?!"
Santa nodded casually like he did not just tell his best friend of 6 years to act like they're in love with each other.
"Ta, can you make sense?" William was moving his hands around animatedly to get the point across but Santa stood his ground.
"Who if not you? You're perfect for this. Trust"
"P'perth will kill me" William made a cut-off gesture with his hand near his throat, "You get how he'll kill me, right?"
"That's what I want though" William stilled. "If P'Perth is willing to get mad at me dating someone that means he must want me like I want him"
"You're putting me under the bus by the way" William sighed, "Besides, I told you I'm talking to this one senior these days. I don't want him getting the wrong idea"
"Explain it to your man then" Santa shrugged then grabbed onto William's shoulders, "listen it'll be subtle, P'Perth will only know about it slowly, not straight away. Don't be scared"
"You saying that is making me even more scared"
Santa was not backing down from this scheme. And if even this did not work out he was gonna stop pursuing Perth all together.
The next day, Santa put his plan to action. He let Perth take him to university. But as soon as he saw William just standing around the parking lot aimlessly—not like Santa told him to be there or anything—he immediately got out of the car and hugged William. Santa carelessly gave a goodbye to Perth as he started walking to the main building. Perth squinted at the other two, mostly confused.
Having lunch with William was not odd. Santa did that most of his school life. Mostly because Perth was not as free to have lunch with him. But today Perth was free. He had no class around this time and he assumed Santa would eat with him like he always does when they have the chance. Perth's face contorted into an unknown scowl as he watched Santa holding a spoon to William's mouth. It's normal to feed your friends maybe but the look in Santa's eyes were nothing less than adoration.
Perth stood still, he called Santa's phone from his spot. He watched as Santa's phone ringed but the younger just silenced it and put it away. Perth looked at Santa and William in disbelief before making way to them.
"Ta."
William looks back but Santa is still focused on his food.
"Tata. Phi is talking to you" Perth's voice was stern.
"Oh, phi. Didn't notice you" Santa said in between chews making Perth tilt his head. Santa not noticing Perth? Is this the end of times?
Perth brushed it off, "You didn't pick up my call"
"Couldn't hear it" Santa lied to his face making Perth scrunch his nose even more.
"I was really enjoying my time with Ai'liam. Sorry, phi"
Perth hesitantly nodded before telling the boy where to find him after classes were over.
As soon as Perth was out of the sight Santa dramatically flops his head on the table with a groan.
"Did you see how sad he looked that I'm ignoring him? My poor phi but he needs more of a push than this. It almost hurts my heart to do this but we have to, William, we have to"
William sighed, "What's your end goal in this?"
"Phi'Perth and me dating of course"
William nodded, "Yeah, he might just be turned off though. What if he thinks you don't want him anymore and stops liking you instead of whatever you're aiming?"
Santa let out a gasp of horror. His frown evident and stared at William as if to say how could he say that.
"You don't know him like I do. Just do as I say, I'll treat you to lunch for a week" Santa said dismissively, watching the way William's face lit up at the mention of free lunch.
"I'm gonna eat insanely expensive lunches for a week then? You up for that?"
Santa gave him an exasperated look and sighed, "Whatever".
The next few days seemed to go by normal or that's what Perth was aiming for. He thought they resolved it. Whatever issue or anger Santa had with him was over. Yet the younger was spending less time with him than usual. He'd leave Perth's house early on weekends without any context and he'd always be on his phone while they were together. It was driving Perth nuts but he understood. Santa was in university now, not a kid anymore. He joined clubs and made new friends so it was normal that those were keeping him busy. Perth just did his part of driving the boy to and from classes on most days.
"Ta, is everything alright between you and William?"
They were in Perth's living room. Both of them on the couch, Santa's legs over Perth's lap as the other was sitting.
"Why wouldn't it be?" Santa responded without looking up from his phone. His focus on the device in his hand completely. Occasionally giggling.
Perth sighed audibly loud to get the other boy's attention. "I'm just asking because I'm curious but...is there something going on? Between you and William?"
Santa finally looked up. He put an oblivious look on his face and shrugged, "Like what? We're acting like we always do"
Perth raised an eyebrow, "Really? You're always like this?"
Santa suddenly sat up like he just remembered something, "Maybe something did change. William is being too cute these days. We're talking alot too"
"Are you?", the hand hovering over Santa's ankle tightened around it and Santa mentally smirked. It was working.
He hummed, "We've been so close since middle school. Feelings can change"
Perth cocked his head to one side, his jaw tightening and Santa can see the way his tongue pushed inside his cheek. Santa was winning but he had to be patient. Yet the only thing on his mind was how hot Perth looked and made him feel. Santa had rarely been on the receiving end of an angry Perth—if ever. But right now he thought about how to make the older mad in the future just to see this sight again.
Perth finally cleared his throat and asked with furrowed eyebrows, "So you guys are... more than friends now?"
Santa shrugged then nodded, "You could say that" more like brothers, Santa thought.
Distraught, would be an understatement of the expression on Perth's face. Santa pouted when Perth's hands gently pushed the younger's legs away from his lap and stood up. This was okay. Santa reassured himself.
"Go home, Tata. It's late" Perth ruffled his hair earning a groan of disapproval from Santa.
It was not only Santa, Perth had been distant these days too ever since that day behind the main building. Santa kept looking as Perth walked away, as if to say 'that's it? No forehead kisses?'
Santa grunted in his spot before gathering his stuff and going back to his house just a block away.
For about 5 days more this play continued. Santa made sure to show his affection towards William everytime Perth appeared infront of him. He loved to see the change on Perth's face, how the older would react just at the thought of not having Santa to himself anymore. Santa used to feel bad but now he was getting addicted to the feeling of seeing the changes in Perth's expression every time he pinched William's cheeks, or fed him from his own plate, or when his hand lingered on William's arm a little longer than necessary. Then on the sixth day the atmosphere changed. Perth stopped looking. No matter how much Santa threw himself on William infront of him or talked like he was infatuated with the quarter American boy, Perth did not bother to turn to look or even make a microexpression.
Santa had a new strategy that day, he was gonna do the amazing deed of sitting on William's lap. Santa was not the overly touchy type with his friends. He did sit on Perth's lap from time to time but that's because he did not consider Perth a friend.
It was gonna play out like this. They—Santa and William—were gonna arrive at the common lunch spot for Perth's friends, Perth would obviously be there. And Santa would naturally sit on William's lap and it would continue from there. Everything was going perfect except this time, Perth did not pretend to not notice their closeness. He did not make a change in expression and then laugh along with his friends as if he was ignoring them. He did not avoid Santa's gaze. He simply looked away. Then got up and left. His expression was more disappointed than jealous. It almost made Santa rethink his choices. Pond looked at Perth's figure walking away and then at Santa.
"What is going on between you two?"
Santa immediately got up from William's lap and frowned, "What could go on?"
Pond sighed and walked closer. He spoke in a low tone. Loud enough for only his younger brother to hear, "Explain why you gave up on your childhood crush just like that"
"I have my way of doing things, phi"
"Is it working, your way of doing things?"
Santa cursed under breath and made a frustrated noise, "You don't support me in anything so don't talk like you know"
Santa walked away before Pond could say anything else.
That evening Santa did not show up at Perth's place like he usually does. Neither did Perth text him to come over.
Santa sat on the floor of his room with his back leaning on his bed, staring at his phone but not a single call or text from Perth about Santa not showing up.
Santa messed up his own hair in frustration and went to bed. He'll deal with this tomorrow. Faking being in love with William and waiting for Perth to take action was tiring and Santa needed his beauty sleep.
The next morning, Santa called Perth earlier than usual. Pond was not waking up so he needed Perth to take him to the university.
Perth picked up at the fifth ring which is like not picking up Santa's call at all because he's someone who picks up the younger's calls in 5 seconds.
"Hello, Ta?" Santa held his breath at the groggy morning voice coming from the other line.
"Phi, aren't you coming to pick me up today?"
For a solid 2 seconds it was silent then Perth spoke slowly,"I'm sorry, nong. I slept late last night. You probably won't be able to catch class if I start to get ready now. You can go by yourself for today, right?"
"...alright" Perth could hear Santa's pout through the phone.
"You're not mad, are you? I'll pick you up after class, I promise"
"I'm not mad. Catch up on sleep, phi"
"Thank you for understanding, baby" Perth cut the call. Santa did not want to dwell on the nickname too long. He knows Perth was sleepy and probably did not even mean it that way.
Santa's heart was not beating that fast when he heard Perth call him 'baby' with his morning voice. But now as the day came to an end, his heart felt like it would leap out of his throat as he watched Perth standing at the entrance of the lecture hall—his brows furrowed and jaw tight. The juniors passed by him carefully as if any quick movement could send them to an early grave.
Santa swallowed the lump that formed in his throat and approached the older.
"Phi-"
Perth took Santa's bag without any words and continued walking. Santa followed right behind him not talking just yet.
Santa was not short, he was barely shorter than Perth. But he was having trouble keeping up with the older as Perth walked ahead, straight to his car.
The two of them sat quietly in the car as Perth started the ignition. It was Santa who broke the silence first.
"You didn't tell me you would be waiting outside my class" Santa said sheepishly. Perth only nodded and made a 'mmhmm' sound of acknowledgement. "Did you have class today?" Santa asked again.
Perth shook his head.
Santa kept looking at him, hoping for any other words. When he did not get any he leaned back on the car seat and looked ahead, "You shouldn't have come then. P'Pond had class. He could take me home"
Perth clicked his tongue and briefly looked over at Santa before looking back at the road,"I kinda had to"
"Had to?"
Perth does not elaborate.
Instead of going further into the block, Perth drives into the driveway of his own house.
"Phi, you're not taking me home?"
"You'll be back here in the evening anyways. Saved your energy"
"I wanted to change my clothes"
"Wear phi's ones"
"Okayy" Santa grinned wide and got out of the car with a bounce on his legs. As soon as the doors to Perth's place were unlocked he ran up the stairs to Perth's room and immediately got in the shower. He was excited to wear Perth's clothes. The last time he did was when they ran through rain when Santa was still a pre-teen and Perth's house was the closest. Perth's mom let him wear his clothes and it was a memory Santa keeps in his heart like all his memories with Perth. This time was even more special since it was Perth himself that was letting him wear his clothes.
Santa got out of the bathroom and saw a pair of shorts and a black t-shirt on Perth's bed. It was nothing out of the ordinary but it made Santa grin ear to ear—picking the piece of fabric up and bringing it to his nose. It smelled like detergent and P'perth. He quickly put them on in case Perth came to check on him. Which he would not mind. But Perth probably would.
Santa quickly dried his hair and headed downstairs. He plopped down beside Perth scrolling his phone on the couch. Perth did not look up but he made space for Santa to sit without touching him.
"Did you dry your hair properly?"
"Mmhmm" Santa nodded too but Perth was not looking. So Santa got closer. Sat close enough to touch Perth. Perth was not adverse to touch. Infact he welcomed it with open arms and initiated it most of the time. So why was his phi avoiding him now?
"Do you want to eat something, nong?"
Perth looked up when Santa did not answer. His questioning look got replaced with a surprised one when he saw Santa staring back at him intensely. Santa was on his hands and knees on the couch and his whole body was turned towards Perth.
"Why are you being weird?"
"Me?" Perth questioned. Santa nodded.
"You're the one acting different and I'm the one being weird?"
Santa did not know what the older was talking about. He relaxed on the couch again. "Whatever do you mean"
"Ta", Perth called with exasperation. "I know I didn't do anything to make you distrust me this much but I still want to hear from you. Did you consciously lie to me?"
Santa sat up straight and looked at Perth properly. "I have never-"
"Cut the bullshit, Santa" Perth's furrowed eyebrows softened a little when he saw Santa almost flinching at the tone. He knew he had never spoken to Santa in this way. Barely ever cursed infront of him. And even Santa could not remember the last day Perth called him without a nickname. The nickname that everyone called him now was coined by Perth too.
"Phi, why are you upset with me?" Santa's voice was small. But he stood his ground, kind of.
"Should I not be? You've been lying to me about William. You-" Perth sighed. He was angry. At what, he did not know. Maybe it was Santa, "Ok. I saw you guys. I saw you, William and someone else. The guy kissed William infront of you and you didn't do anything about it. You smiled like it was nothing. I know you enough to know you wouldn't go after someone that's already taken, at least I think I do"
Santa was speechless. Then he scoffed. "That was your concern this whole time? That I was homewrecking?"
"I hope you weren't. But I know you don't have something going on with William and you're using your 'talking stage' with him as a leverage to put distance between us"
Santa frowned deep. "Are you angry with me because I lied to you or because of the what the lie is?"
"Does it matter? Both if you will"
"Yes it does. Of course it matters" Santa almost teared up at the realization. His plan did not go as he wanted. Perth was not jealous. Perth was mad because he thought Santa would do something terrible, like homewrecking. Perth was mad because he was lied to about the relationship between him and William. He was not relieved to know there was nothing going on between them either. Was Perth just not a possessive man? But Santa knew how Perth was with his previous lovers. How close he kept them and how he protected them. He wanted to have the end stick of that possessiveness one day. Someone as smart as Perth would never be this dense. So Santa took this as a sign. That Perth was definitely just not into him. Santa's seventeen years of loving this boy was gonna go to waste.
"Phi, are you being this way on purpose?" Perth's tense face drops as soon as he hears Santa's voice break. "Did you not feel anything when I told you about me and William? Or when I kept hanging out with him, ignoring you? Or when I was doing things that I only did with you? Did you not realise anything at all?" Perth kept staring. Santa's frown deepened then he got up from the couch. "I'm going home"
Santa's wish was not fulfilled. His wrist was caught in Perth's hand. The older one pulled at him to make him sit back on the couch.
"Talk to me" Perth's tone was serious. "What do you want me to realise?"
Santa struggled once more to leave. To escape and not have to explain anything. He was explicit enough all his life. Vague? Maybe sometimes but explicit enough. He did not want to extend the humiliation.
Perth's hold on him got stronger. He had one leg up on the couch, turned completely towards the younger and his arm shifted to hold Santa down on the couch by the waist.
"I'm not letting you leave me without an explanation this time. I can't"
Santa refused to meet his eyes. Still struggling to make a run for it if Perth's grip loosened a little bit.
"What? You wanted me jealous?" Perth asked. Santa finally made eye contact. His eyes wide and surprised. But still the underlying worry and distress is there. Perth charged on, "I'm right?"
"You were?" Santa asked, his voice heavy.
"What, jealous?" Perth's hold tightened before he shifted in his place. Brought Santa closer to him as well. Almost on his lap. "Should I be? Did you do something that should invoke that kind of reaction from me?"
"You're the one who should know that!" Santa whined. His frown evident. His struggle ongoing. Then Santa stopped. Really stopped struggling. He sat quiet and calm like he does whenever he's near Perth, "I wish phi would stop pretending not to notice and just accept me"
Perth did not speak.
"Do you not like me like that? But...I just like you so much. It hurts when you keep calling me your nong and your younger brother. Can't I be more than that? Someone you want and not someone you're stuck with?"
"Ta... I've never not wanted to be with you willingly" Perth reassured but Santa was not convinced. He tried to find a better position to sit.
"I tried to make you jealous because I thought if you did then you'd realise your feelings for me but I guess you just don't feel that way about me"
"What way, Ta? What do you want me to feel about you?"
"Like- like-" Santa furrowed his eyebrows, "You shouldn't let me do those things with William or anyone. You should be angry. You should treat me like yours"
"You want to be mine? That's why you lied?" Perth shifted again. This time he really did put Santa on his lap. They were close, really close. Santa's breathing was uneven but he did not know if Perth noticed.
Then Santa nodded, "Can't I be only yours, phi? Please don't let anyone else have me"
Perth did not say anything. And for the longest time both of them held their words back. Just staring into each other's eyes. Perth's hands travelled from Santa's waist back to the same spot but under his shirt. His movements slow and deliberate.
"You sure you want to be mine, Ta?"
Santa nodded almost frantically, "Only yours". He wrapped his arms around Perth's neck. Holding onto him like Perth will disappear any moment and Santa will wake up from his dream.
"Ta..." Perth breathed out, "You don't know how crazy you make phi. Can you handle being mine?"
Santa answered with a whine. A whine so needy Perth had no choice but to take that as a 'yes'. How could he make his baby wait any longer?
Perth closed the distance between them almost immediately. His one hand exploring Santa's torso under his shirt and his other hand holding Santa's face. The kiss was not aggressive or forceful. Its just too much. Everything at once. There's teeth, there's tongue. There's Perth's experience and Santa's innocence. All at once.
Santa did not back down. He followed after Perth. Matching him at every movement, every breath. His hands looked for something to grab and ground himself as Perth continued to devour his lips. It found its place on Perth's back. Santa gripped the back of Perth's shirt tightly, it was probably wrinkling really badly but Perth could not care about mundane things right now. He detached himself from Santa, looking at the mess he was creating. If he goes any further it will become a commitment. Santa was so dazed amd out of it just from the kiss. Perth dived in again. This time stronger and bolder. His hands did not rest anywhere. Instead they were all over Santa. They lied down on the couch. Perth on top of Santa.
Perth's lips finally moved from Santa's ones. Rather it connected to Santa's jaw. Travelling down his neck and the crook of his shoulder. When Perth got to this one particular spot, Santa made a sound so beautiful, so pretty, so addicting, he almost falters. Santa's arms were still around him, Perth removed them to sit up properly. To look at his art work. Santa's neck and shoulders covered in his marks. Santa looked every bit of his. Perth smirked down at the younger, like 'you asked for this'. But Santa whined at the lack of contact, tugging at Perth's pants.
"Phi..." Santa called "are we stopping?" He sounded like he was about to cry. Perth almost cooed at him.
"Are you mine yet?"
Santa pouted in response earning a chuckle from the older. Perth carefully took Santa's shorts off, leaving him only in his shirt—Perth's shirt and underwear.
Perth was about to connect their mouths again when Santa turned his face away, giggling to himself. Perth raised an eyebrow.
"What's wrong?"
Santa shook his head, "Mmhm, nothing. Just can't believe this is real"
"Oh I'm real alright" Perth attacked Santa's neck with sniff kisses. Tickling the younger boy beneath him and Santa's giggles filled the entire living room.
"Phi, stop-" Santa said in between giggles.
Perth finally stopped and looked at Santa. The grins on their faces ear to ear.
"I want to ask something" Santa started. Perth raised his eyebrows to give him cue to go on. "You were jealous, weren't you?"
Perth let out a scoff before letting his weight relax on top of Santa, burying his face in the crook of the younger's neck.
"Does that make you happy? Knowing I'm jealous?"
"Mn"
"Then I was jealous. I was really, really jealous. I couldn't stop thinking about it"
Santa's smile widened. "I'm glad to hear that"
"You don't care how I couldn't sleep because I couldn't stop thinking about others near you?"
"Really?" Santa felt a twitch between his legs. He felt so full of love and yet so empty. He bit down on his lower lips and stared at Perth with wide hopeful eyes. "Phi... can I try something? Will you be mad?"
"Mad?"
Santa quickly shifted to get up from the couch. He did not think twice before getting on his knees infront of Perth who looked every bit of confused at where this was going.
"P'Perth? Please..." Santa's hands rested on Perth's knees and he looked up at Perth with eyes he had never looked at with before. Perth's brain short circuited. He took a deep breath in.
Perth tilted his head, "You want to do this, baby? Do you know how?"
Santa shook his head but his eyes looked determined, he was gonna do this. Perth put a hand under Santa's chin and kept his head at place, like he was really contemplating what he should do. On one hand, his dick was throbbing. On the other, this was Santa, his best friend's younger brother—scratch that, Santa had not been just that for a while now. This was his baby. His everything even if he was not exaggerating.
"Phi..." Santa whined, "I promise I'll be good. I'll try my best-"
"Open your mouth, Ta" In an instant Perth's cock was out of his pants and infront of Santa's face. "You can take it?" Santa's eyes were focused on it. Perth knew what he owned. His cock was definitely not average. It almost made him proud but Santa's slightly worried face, worried him too. Perth smirked, "Yeah you can"
Santa started with kitten licks on the tip, getting used to it. He held it from the base with one hand. Only gulped slightly but Perth noticed.
"Should phi help?" Perth asked teasingly.
Santa huffed, "No! I can do it!" he said impatiently, his eyebrows furrowed and a frown on his lips. Santa took the length inside his mouth. Slowly he started to bop his head, trying his best to take the whole length and practically failing.
He looked up at Perth for affirmation. If he was doing okay. Perth was dazed. He had a smile on his face that was full of just adoration for the younger. Santa really was trying his best.
"Ta...I'll help you" Perth bucked his hips enough to hit the back of Santa's throat, earning a choking sound from the boy under. Perth rubbed the back of Santa's head apologetically but the way he was fucking into his mouth was anything but apologetic.
Santa gripped onto Perth's thighs tightly. His muffled sounds filled the living room and then suddenly his mouth was empty. Santa chased after, to get Perth's cock back in his mouth but the older stopped him with a hand to his chin. Perth wiped the bit of saliva and precum on Santa's lower lips.
"Phi... let me have it" Santa whined with his head resting on Perth's inner thighs.
"You won't like it, sweetheart"
"You don't know that"
Perth pursed his lips.
"Please? Just once?" There was a mischievous glint in Santa's eyes. Perth stopped resisting and Santa found his mouth connecting with his new obsession again. This time Perth did not do anything but Santa followed his pace. Bopping his head rhythmically earning groans and moans from Perth whose hand found their way back to behind Santa's head.
Perth came inside Santa's mouth with a low moan calling for 'Ta'. Before he could lay his hand infront of Santa's mouth to spit the substance out, the boy opened his mouth to show it's empty, wearing his biggest smile.
"Tata..." Perth groaned in defeat.
"Did I do okay, phi?"
Perth nodded, "More than okay" he pulled Santa up and made him straddle his lap. "Who knew my Ta was such a fast learner" Perth kissed his forehead, the look in his eyes were nothing short of endearing.
"Phi" Santa's expression turned serious, "When are your parents coming home?"
"Why? You can stay the night if you want. They'll be back later"
"Really?" Santa's eyes lit up.
Perth nodded, bringing him to relax beside him on his side, still had his arms wrapped around Santa like he was the most precious jewel ever.
"So..." Santa started, "does this mean something?"
Perth raised his eyebrows but did not speak. Waiting for Santa to continue.
"Are we... something?" Santa used vague hand gestures.
"Hmm? Like what?"
"Phi."
"I don't think I will understand what you mean if you don't use your words, Ta"
Santa wiggled around in Perth's arms a little, one of his legs still over Perth's lap. He looked down at his hands playing with them to create distraction.
"You know what I mean" Santa said in a small voice—almost in a coquettish way.
"I fear I don't" If Santa looked up he would notice the smirk making way to Perth's face. Perth had one hand under Santa, around his waist the other free hand moved on the bare skin of Santa's legs. He squeezed the inner part of Santa's thighs a little to give him cue to go on.
"I mean...are we together?"
"We're in my house together, yes"
Santa sighed and rolled his eyes, "Are we dating?"
Perth held Santa's chin between his thumb and index, making their eyes meet, "Is that what you want?"
"All my life" Santa whispered.
"Then, yeah, we are. We are dating"
Santa almost made a noise. A not very innocent noise but he held himself back and only grinned up at Perth, who smiled back before connecting their lips again. This time the kiss was soft and slow. Santa melted into it easily. They separated slowly and deliberately but a string of saliva still connected them. Santa cupped one side of Perth's face in his hand.
"I like how you take care of me, phi" he sighed, "It makes me feel so special"
"I'll do anything for you, Ta"
"Then why didn't you want me earlier? Why so late?" There was no accusation in Santa's voice, only a little sadness.
"I wanted you. All the time actually. Took me a while to realise it. I didn't want to take your words carelessly and ruin things between us so I kept quiet. If I ruined things between us it would kill me, darling. So, I waited for you to be bolder and louder. It fucked with my patience but I'm glad we're finally here now"
"So I'm the who wasted all this time when we could've been together?" Santa sat up straight. The expression on his face unreadable.
"Oh no. That's not it. We've always been together. My love for you won't be any different than before. I just get to call you mine now, right?"
"Right. You won't date anyone else, right?" Santa pointed a finger at Perth who laughed at it before leaving a light kiss at the tip of the finger.
"I'm not a cheater, Tata. I'm yours just as much"
Santa kept staring at him for a while then lunged into him with his arms tightly around Perth. This was not unnatural for them but what was were the kisses Perth was giving his neck. Santa giggled at the ticklish feeling. He pushed at Perth unconsciously making the other hold him tighter. Perth buried his face into Santa shoulder and took a deep breathe.
"I hope you know I'll never let go of you now, Ta"
"Were you gonna let go of me before?"
"Not a chance"
Santa fell into a fit of giggles and soon Perth does too. Their laughter filled the living room and the rest of the quiet house. Perth tickled his sides to keep the laughter going. As Santa tried to get away Perth held tighter, closer. Soon Santa was straddling Perth again—with his arms around him and laughing like no tomorrow and Perth felt like he had a doll in his arms. His doll. It goes without saying Santa's erratic movements cause him to grind on Perth. Perth holds a groan back before stopping Santa with his hands grabbing onto the younger's hips. Santa stares at him confused. Coming down from his high, Santa sees his phi with his eyes closed and lips pursed in concentration and gets worried.
"What's the problem, phi?" Santa's worried voice makes Perth almost scoff. He wants to say 'you're the problem' but he could not do that. His Ta overthinks these kinds of stuff.
"You're making it hard for me to hold back again. That's the problem" Perth's hands played with the hem of Santa's t-shirt, his fingers brushing against his underwear quite frequently.
Santa smirked down at him before moving his lower body again, this time grinding on him on purpose. He leaned his head on Perth's shoulder and hugged him tight, "Did I tell you to hold back?"
Perth almost immediately stood up from the couch, with Santa in his arms. Santa yelped at the sudden movement and wrapped his legs around Perth's waist.
Perth's legs moved fast up the stairs and into his bedroom. He shut the bedroom door with his leg and locked it holding onto Santa in one arm. As soon as his legs hit the side of his bed he dropped Santa on it, making sure to be soft with his action but firm with his intention.
Santa gasped when Perth immediately straddled him and dived in to kiss him. His mouth opened in surprise and Perth's tongue got a free entry. He made quick work of putting his hand inside Santa's underwear and palming his cock. Santa moaned into the kiss and Perth smirked at the wetness he felt in his hand. In a flash, Santa's underwear was on the floor and Perth moved his mouth south. Taking in his boyfriend's cock in one go without hesitation. Santa almost came right then. He licked up Santa's dick from the base and hollowed his cheeks to suck it. Perth saw Santa close to letting it loose so he quickly moved himself earning a whine from the younger. He held Santa's legs up to expose his hole.
At first Perth only kissed the backside of Santa's legs. Slowly the kisses got rougher as he started sucking and biting around his thighs.
"P-phi-" Santa looked down to see his legs getting covered in reddish purple bruises from the assault on them.
"I have access to this, right?" Perth stared at Santa's hole. Santa could not even make it to a whole nod when Perth immediately moved his face in between his legs. His tongue circled the rim and Santa surprised himself with the sound he let out. Perth slowly worked his tongue in the crevice and Santa—his sweet Santa grabbed onto his hair so tightly it almost hurt but Perth's dick hurt more.
Perth stood on his knees between Santa's legs. Santa looked close to ruined. He had tear streaks on his face and a hand covered his mouth to stop him from letting out the desperate sounds. Perth cooed at how beautiful Santa looked beneath him. Wearing only Perth's shirt, eyes teary, marked thighs and neck, a leaking cock and a puckering hole. It was a sight from Perth's wet dreams. He leaned to kiss Santa's forehead.
"My pretty baby" Perth smiled down at him. Santa whined at the adoring petname. He kissed Santa's cheeks and then his nose and then pecked his lips. "Phi is sorry for making you wait so long". He kissed Santa's neck and bit lightly before lapping that up with his tongue and sucking lightly. "I'll never make you feel unsure about what I feel for you again, Ta"
"Promise?"
"I'll show you how much I mean it"
Perth's hands found way to his bedside table's drawer. He pulled out a bottle of lube and a packet of condoms.
Santa stopped him by grabbing his wrist. "Phi, I don't want you to use the condom"
"Baby, I really want to finish inside you for our first time but it will be a hassle to clean if I don't use it"
"I don't care. I want to feel you raw"
Perth hissed "Ta, where did you learn to speak so provocatively?"
"You."
Perth glared playfully but did not refuse Santa's offer he threw the condoms aside and opened the lube bottle. He coated his fingers and drove one finger inside Santa. Santa jolted at the feeling, grabbing onto Perth's hand. Perth held the side of Santa's face with one hand, whispering sweet nothings as he put in two more fingers. Santa groaned at the feeling. Perth did not start moving his fingers before he put in a fourth one.
Santa moaned loudly at the continuous intrusion, trying his best to keep quiet, "W-why so many?!"
Perth smiled, "I just want to make the experience as easy as I can for you"
"You and your ridiculous, stupid, big dick"
Perth laughed loudly, "If you don't want, I won't use it. Don't worry, Tata"
Santa pouted, "Of course I want it. Put it in right now"
"Soon. I don't want to hurt you" Perth's fingers dragged out then slammed back in. Opening Santa up well and enough. The sounds coming from Santa like music to Perth's ears even though the boy was holding back.
Perth moved the hand that covered Santa's mouth, "Just let out your sounds. I want to hear them"
Santa closed his eyes tight, getting used to the feeling. The brutal assault Perth was doing on his hole with his fingers made Santa start to think he was in a dream. The thrusting only grew faster and before Santa knew, he was coming on his stomach, soiling the shirt he was wearing.
For a moment everything halted. Perth stared at him in surprise and awe. A grin making way to his face, "Baby, did you just-"
Santa covered his face with both hands and groaned in embarrassment, "Stop... it just happened-"
"I'm not blaming you. It's just so cute. You came from me fingering you. Its so cute. You're so cute"
"Phi, stop it" Santa dragged his words. Perth only laughed at the younger one hiding his face.
Perth raised Santa's shirt, leaving kisses on his waist and going up his chest, leaving marks all over Santa's pale torso. He attached his mouth to Santa's left nipple, sucking and lightly biting it. His fingers found way into the younger's hole again. Only thrusting slowly. After a while he switched to the right nipple, giving it a kiss before taking it in his mouth as well.
Santa's eyes teared up at the feeling, "Ngh- " his whines and whimpers filling the room. He could barely focus on anything, having both his nipples and hole stimulated at the same time.
That is why he missed the moment Perth replaced his fingers with his cock. Perth did his best to loosen the hole but it still felt so achingly tight to enter. Perth held onto Santa's waist as he entered the tip in first. Santa held his breath, opened his eyes and looked at Perth with anticipation. Santa nodded to make Perth continue.
With cue, Perth slammed into Santa. Santa screamed at the sudden change of feeling. It was nothing like Perth's tongue or his four fingers. The stretch was massive. He held onto Perth's wrists tightly—his nails dug in.
"P-phi-" Santa started.
Perth worriedly kissed his hand,"You still wanna do this, little one?"
Almost immediately Santa looked—no, glared at Perth. "Of course, I do. Im not backing out. You'll never fuck me again if I do"
Perth was taken aback but he could not disagree. He would probably never suggest this again seeing Santa was having a hard time.
In the meantime, Santa got kind of used to the feeling.
"You can m-move now"
Perth did not start pounding into him from the get go. He was slow. So agonisingly slow Santa almost got annoyed but he kept it in. Santa's face contorted a little—he was feeling every inch of Perth so slowly like he was memorizing every vein. Every slow thrust in made him feel how he was getting filled.
"Phi, can't you go faster?" Santa whined.
Perth did not answer—the leisurely thrusts continued. Then Perth got out of him slowly until only the tip was in. With a single thrust he sheathed inside Santa, bottoming out. Santa did not make a sound or whimper. Perth looked at him, the boy's eyes were wide and mouth wide open in gasp and surprise.
"Fuck..." Santa whispered.
Perth smirked, "Language."
Perth started at a relentless pace. Pounding into Santa like no tomorrow. He lifted one leg of Santa's and put it over his shoulder, hitting places Santa himself did not know anyone could.
"A-aa-aah phi! You're so haa-arsh" Santa moaned.
Perth did not stop. If anything his thrusts got faster and harder, "You asked for it, baby"
" I- aa- please- " Santa failed to create a coherent sentence as Perth held onto his bare waist—the shirt having raised up. Perth stared at the state Santa was in and thanked god in his mind. Santa's cum soaked shirt bunched up above his chest, his pink swollen nipples, swollen lips moaning profanities and 'phi'perth' over and over, reddish purple marks all over his body basically marking him as Perth's and his hole being filled with Perth too.
"Aa- slow now- phi- aah- slow down" Santa's eyelashes were glistening with tears he got from the pleasure and Perth immediately melted. Perth's hands left Santa's waist and intertwined with his hands. He slowed down just enough, knowing it's Santa's first time. He kissed Santa and swallowed the moans in.
"I-I love you" Santa lets out in between the moans and whimpers. Perth did not answer. He kept staring at Santa's eyes. The pretty, teary eyes and the long lashes, such a deep brown colour. His Santa's eyes were beautiful. Perth dropped his head between Santa's neck and shoulder, taking a deep breath in. Perth groaned lowly. Santa feels the intertwined hands tighten, the thrusting slowing down, then he feels warmth filling him up on the inside.
"Phi-" Santa gasped.
Perth did not lift his head, mumbling, "I'm sorry, Ta. I love you so much. So so much you don't even know"
Santa lifted Perth's head and held his face, tilting his own head in confusion.
"Forgive phi for coming as soon as he heard you say those words" Perth said, his face genuinely apologetic.
Santa's smile grew a little, then he snorted before fully cracking up and laughing aloud. Perth stared at him in guilt and exasperation. Santa only stopped after a whole 15 seconds, grabbing Perth's hand and leaving a kiss at the back of his palm.
"Don't be sorry. I'm literally over the moon now. Nobody can be happier than me today" Santa reassured. He got up from his position, making Perth take his cock out from him and white liquid dripped from his hole soiling the bed sheets. He moved Perth with him. Perth let him take the lead. Now Perth was leaning on his bed frame staring at the way Santa sat on his middle and took the dirty shirt off. Then he took Perth's shirt off too. Mesmerising was an understatement to describe what Santa looked like right now. One of Santa's hands put pressure on Perth's chest as he lifted himself up to hover on top of Perth's already hard cock.
Santa guided the cock inside him and slowly sinked down. Biting his lower lip in the process, he can already sense this position would feel different.
"You can do it" Perth encouraged, his hands held onto Santa's waist and his thumbs rubbed in circles to soothe him.
Santa only nodded before closing his eyes and sitting down fully on the cock. Perth being fully sheathed in him let out a loud groan and Santa's mouth opened wide with how deep it hit him.
"Ta," Perth scolded, "You have to go slow"
Santa did not speak, he could not. He had never felt this filled before. He felt like he might burst with Perth's dick so deep in him. He had never been so full even with the dildos he used on himself pretending they were Perth. And now he had Perth under him, inside him. So pliant and willing to go with anything Santa wants. It felt surreal. Santa lifted himself up and back down on the cock, feeling it hit his deepest spots over and over again. Riding Perth was better than he imagined.
He leaned over to Perth kissing him to cover up his own moans. Perth only held him by the waist, letting him do what he wanted. Santa's hands touched all over Perth's body, feeling him up. His kisses moved to perth neck.
"Phi, say you're mine" he left a kiss on the side of Perth's neck, "Please" Santa's voice was so whiny, so needy. He bit down on Perth's shoulders earning moans from the older.
"Ta" Perth groaned, "I'm yours. All yours, sweetheart. Don't worry"
Santa sucked a hickey on his neck, marking him as his, "I love you, phi. So much."
"I love you too" Perth felt full of love. He immediately tightened his hold on Santa's hips, taking the lead again. He lifted him up and down on his cock faster and more roughly. Both of their moans filling the air and Santa held onto his shoulders, his nails digging in.
"P-phi aa-aah- I'm gonna- aa- cum"
"Let's do it together, baby"
Perth saw white as he coated the walls inside Santa for the second time that day. Santa came all over Perth's chest. Then laid down on top of him. Both of them panting while coming down from their high. Perth did not lift Santa off his dick, letting him rest. He patted Santa's hair and kissed the side of his head.
Suddenly the old landline telephone Perth had on his bedside table ringed. It was just there from before as an antique garbage in his room that still worked. He had not used it in while. No one calls in it. He picked it up carefully.
"Hello?"
Pond's voice came through the other end, "Dude, what the fuck? I've been calling you for hours. I know you don't answer phones but Santa hasn't been picking his phone up. Is he with you?"
"Obviously" Perth said boredly, pissing off Pond even more.
"Make sure he's home before dinner"
Perth looked at the boy passed out on top of him. Still sitting on his cock and so warm against him. He smirked to himself, "Nah, I'm keeping him tonight." And he hung up.