Santa Claus Is Coming To Town

Santa Claus Is Coming To Town

Posted: January 25, 2008
Title: Santa Claus Is Coming To Town
Author: Phytha
Fandom: Real Person Fiction
Genre: RPS
Characters: Orlando/Sean/Viggo
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: This is fiction and has nothing to do with real persons. It only exists in my dirty imagination.
Warnings: threesome, small hints of Daddy kink
Request : I would like an orlibean Xmas with a little bit of angst & a *very* special present for one of them, choice of present is up to you, as long as it's not a hobbit, dwarf, or wizard
Beta: galor5, who saved everything at last minute's call *hugs*
Author's Note: This is fiction! In fiction, people can do things, which would cause serious danger in reality. Don't try this at home!

Summary: Orlando thinks that this is his worst Christmas ever, until Santa comes to town.

*****

"Damn it!"

Orlando almost fell from the ladder, where he had been putting the last bits of decorations on the huge Christmas tree. The shrill ringing of the old-fashioned telephone startled him out of his reverie. Why on earth could Sean only rent a house like this for their Christmas vacation? A house with an antediluvian phone with wires, far away from every known mobile-net? Still cursing under his breath the young Brit rushed towards the annoyingly noisy device, only to be beaten to it by Sean, who was preparing their dinner in the tiny kitchen.

"H'llo!" As always, the raspy voice sent shivers of delight up and down Orlando's spine. Smiling to himself he stood in the doorway enjoying his lover's rumbling drawl. Whoever it was on the other end of the line seemed to go on forever and, discerning from the deepening frown on Sean's face; what he said didn't meet the other man's approval. With growing unease, the dark-haired Brit watched his mate's brow wrinkling in annoyance.

"Stop it, you damned bloody wanker!" The young listener flinched at Sean's angry shout. "Don't even think of it! If I ever have one word to say in this matter, I'll never let you do something like this!"

Orlando froze in shock. Who was Sean speaking to in a tone like that? Who was he shouting at on Christmas Eve? There was only one person who managed to get Sean mad like this, and the young man felt a cold shiver crawling up his spine as he thought of who it used to be. No, this could not be, why would he call today and start a fight with the older Brit.

"Viggo, I know you are a fucking raving fucking maniac," the voice had become an almost dangerous snarl, "but this time you've gone way too far. What you plan to do could be considered an attempt at suicide."

An icy hand seemed to squeeze the young eavesdropper's heart. His lover threatening their best mate? And it was all his, Orlando's, fault. He should never have allowed Sean to make him confess his most secret fantasies. His fantasies about Viggo taking part in their sexual activities. But the older man hadn't seemed offended at the time. On the contrary, based on his reactions he had been pleased beyond measure. A soft smile crept over the young Brit's lips as he remembered the thorough fucking he'd received after his confession. He hadn't been able to sit comfortably for days afterwards. Or had he misinterpreted it all, had it not been passion but jealousy that had made Sean give up all restraints?

"Well then mate," a hint of bitter resignation seemed to sound through the low rumble, "if you think you have to have it your way I can't hinder you, but let me tell you one last time, I don't approve and I won't take any responsibility if you get seriously hurt."

With an annoyed sigh Sean slammed the receiver down and turned around, only to see his lover leaning and shaking against the doorframe. Orlando's face was white as the freshly fallen snow, his lips trembled traitorously and the big chocolate eyes were swimming in tears. Quickly the blonde pulled the quivering body into a soothing embrace.

"It's ok, lad, everything's ok. No need to worry," he murmured, drawing comforting circles with his strong, warm hands over the tense back of his young love.

"What, what happened?" the whisper was barely audible. "I heard you… you had a fight with Viggo. Was it because of me? Because of what I told you? It's just a fantasy, I don't want you to fight with Viggo because of it"

"No, lad, I told you, it's nothing," An unyielding finger lifted the trembling chin until the troubled brown orbs were fixed on strong features. "Nothing you need to know about and nothing that has anything to do with you. Believe me, everything's all right." The voice of the older Brit was calm and steady, his lips twisted into a reassuring smile, but the worry clearly visible in the green eyes contradicted the truth of his words.

"No, Sean, no," the young man was babbling now, like he always did when he was upset, "I – I would never have told you, it's just a fantasy, really, I'd never have told if you hadn't insisted. I won't ever act on it. It's completely unimportant. And – and the way you reacted – you seemed quite turned on at the time – well – I couldn't sit for some time. Sorry, if I got it all wrong."

"Hush, baby, calm down," tender kisses rained over the troubled face, "don't be upset. I told you it doesn't have anything to do with you. Vig's just being his usual lunatic self and he's driving me mad with it. Calm down, love, forget about it. Well," strong arms pushed the still trembling shoulders gently away and green eyes tried to twinkle encouragingly, "why don't you go for a walk to clear your mind? I still have quite a lot to do, so go for a nice long walk to air out your head."

"I – what?" All troubles forgotten Orland glared at his lover, "Does this mean you're throwing me out? It's freezing, it's snowing and it's dark and you want to send me for a walk? - For a long walk? No way, mate, I just won't do it."

"If it's cold put on a coat. Trust me, it'll do you good. And now, off you go, I've got – things to prepare."

Deeply bothered, the young Brit trudged through the snow. Sean had made quite an effort to put his lover's mind at ease, had done quite a lot of kissing, stroking and murmuring sweet endearments before he sent him out into the cold, but Orlando still couldn't shake off his anxiety. Well yes, Viggo was a complete nutcase and Sean a stubborn bastard, yes, they had had their fights every so often, but this – this threatening, this menace, had never occurred before and Orlando just couldn't help the feeling that it was because of him, no matter how furiously his lover denied it.

Miserably the dark haired Brit sat down on the steps to the back door, burying his brown curled head in his hands. This was not what he had expected his Christmas trip with Sean to be. He'd been looking forward to snuggling in front of a cozy fireplace, to kissing and making love the whole night, not to be out here all alone in the freezing darkness while his lover did god knows what to plot against their mutual friend. A wave of homesickness threaded its ugly tentacles around Orlando's heart. For quite some time he sat there pitying himself and his miserable fate. Surely he would get ill staying out in the cold for too long. But it would serve Sean right if he caught a cold, it would serve if he came down with a fever or even pneumonia. It would serve him right to see what he'd done to his love. Only when the chill became unbearable did the young man stand and drag his feet back into the warm comfort of the house.

No crackling fire greeted him as he entered the living room. The fireplace was empty and cold, not a single log lay in the deserted dark hole, and even the ashes seemed to be swept out, as if it hadn't been used for ages. No table was set and not even a glass of hot mulled wine was waiting for the half-frozen Brit. Sean was still working in the kitchen as Orlando entered, shivering from the cold.

"Come in, lad," Sean's joyful voice sounded almost like an affront to the young man's ears, "take a seat and warm up. You look frozen to the bone. Here, have some hot wine and crackers. I thought that maybe we could make ourselves comfortable in here, watch some telly and cuddle around and such."

"'Course I'm frozen, it was you who sent me out in the snow!" Hissing with frustration Orlando settled down in front of the burning hearth, rubbing his hands together to warm his stiff fingers. "And now I'm cold and I'm hungry and all you give me is some wine and goddamned crackers? I want to have dinner! And I don't want to sit in the kitchen, watching some bloody Christmas movie. I want to sit in the living room and cuddle with you in front of the fireplace. I've been looking forward to cuddling with you in front of the fireplace." The angry hiss turned into an almost pleading whine. "You didn't even set up a fire! What kind of Christmas is this?"

"Come here, love, just make an old man happy." Settling down behind his lover he cradled the shivering body in a comforting embrace, rocking him back and forth like he'd sooth a baby, and raining feather-light kisses all over the dark curls and tender cheeks. "You know, when I was a little lad we kids were banned from the living room all evening to give Santa time to come through the chimney and leave our presents. We sat there in the kitchen, watching telly and playing games. That's how I want to spend the evening today, sitting here with you waiting for Santa to come and having fond memories of my childhood."

With an astonished gasp Orlando broke free from the lulling comfort. Waiting for Santa? Childhood memories? What the hell was the matter with his lover? He couldn't help noticing that the older man kept casting worried glances at his watch, his brow furrowing more and more as the time went on.

"What's up, Seanie, did you suddenly go mad, or is your Alzheimer's kicking in? Is this the curse of being together with an older man? Waiting for Santa? How old are you anyway? Don't be daft, bugger, let's go into the living room and build up a nice fire."

"Stay here with me, baby, just for a little while." Strong arms circled the slim waist. "I like to sit here, holding you in my arms and listening to the time floating by. It's so peaceful. Please, honey, do me a favor? Consider it a Christmas gift for your old lover."

Still worried Orlando settled back into the comfort offered by his lover. Well, if it made Sean happy…. but the blonde didn't look so very peaceful considering his increasingly nervous glances at the clock, but the soothing rocking motion and the softly hummed Christmas songs lulled him into a relaxed daze. Just when the young man's eyes were drifting shut strange noises startled him out of his reverie.

With a shout Sean jumped up, almost dropping his young lover to the floor. He stood, face white as chalk, hands clenched into fists and his whole body shaking as he stood in the middle of the room, seemingly unable to move.

"Crazy wanker!" An almost inaudible whisper muttered from bloodless lips, "You fucking crazy silly bastard!"

The noises seemed to come from upstairs. Something sounding like heavy footsteps stomping over the rooftop, some rustling and scraping, some rattling and rumbling. And then there was a heavy thump right above the fireplace.

"HO HO- AAH – OUTCH – COUGH – COUGH – AAH FUCK – COUGH – COUGH, - HO!" - THUMP.

Both men in the kitchen stood stock still for several heartbeats, then they stormed towards the living room, Sean only closely in front of Orlando.

An amazing sight greeted them when they looked awkwardly around the doorframe. Thick clouds of carbonated dust were about to settle down all over the room, covering every piece of furniture, and even the so lovingly decorated tree, in a heavy layer of grime. Right in front of the fireplace a familiar figure, still coughing and swearing, was shedding what looked like some filthy plastic wrap from his bright red Santa costume.

"Merry Christmas, love." Sean whispered into his lover's ear, breathing a sigh of relief at seeing the intruder unharmed. "Didn't I tell you it would be worth it, waiting for Santa? You're surely the only one to get Santa himself as a present."

Wide eyed, mouth hanging open with bewilderment, Orlando could do nothing but stare. His mind refused to believe the sight his eyes were feeding to his brain. Unable to move he watched his lover dart through the clouds of dirt and drag their surprise guest through the anteroom into the kitchen. Still dumbfounded he followed on shaky legs.

"HO, HO, HO!" Viggo croaked hoarsely, fighting down another coughing fit. "Merry Christmas! Sorry 'bout the mess."

"God, Vig, you really did it, crazy fucking wanker, you really did it!" Sean pulled his friend into a mighty bear hug, pressing the air out of still sore lungs. "You had me worried shitless, daft bugger. Thought you'd break your neck or something. You're really unhurt? Let me have a look."

Within seconds the hug turned into a firm embrace, checking for injuries turned into outright groping as the mouths of the two men met in a furious kiss. The adrenaline coursing through their veins driving them both almost crazy with need. Their groins ground together, dry humping each other as their heavy moans filled the air.

Slowly regaining his wits Orlando drank in the enticingly arousing picture of his lover and the subject of his most secret fantasies making out together like two horny teenagers. His still dazed brain took some time to notice that something was amiss. Almost reluctantly, not wanting to interrupt the erotic encounter, he cleared his throat.

"Ähm, wasn't this to be MY Christmas present? So why are you taking him all for yourself, Sean? You're behaving like a dad, buying an electric train for his child and playing with it himself, allowing the kid only to watch and never to touch. Step aside now, let me play with my present, and yes, I want to unwrap Vig myself so stop tearing away at his clothes."

With a regretful sigh Sean tore free from the searing kisses, emerald eyes twinkling with amusement at his eager lover. His deft fingers traced the straining bulge in Viggo's trousers in a teasing caress. With the other hand he reached out for the younger Brit, drawing him into their embrace

"Isn't this just what every good daddy should do? Doesn't a good daddy have to try out his baby boy's presents, to see if everything will fit nicely to make baby boy happy?"

Orlando 's hungry gaze lingered over the heavy erection clearly visible through the layers of cloth. His mouth watered in anticipation and involuntary he licked his suddenly dry lips.

"Ah, it will fit so very fine, I can just see it from here. It will fit so well and make your baby boy so very, very happy."

"HO HO HO! So tell me, lad," barely suppressed laughter tingled through Viggo's voice, "have you been a good boy, or have you been bad?. You know, good boys get a nice treat from Santa, but bad boys will get the rod. And don't try to lie to me, Santa knows everything."

"God," unable to resist any longer Orlando fell to his knees, burying his face in the groin of the source of his most filthy fantasies, deeply inhaling the musky scent. "I've been such a bad boy. So please, please let me have your rod. But," with shaking hands he reached for the waistband of the red trousers, pulling them over slim hips, thus freeing the swollen shaft from it's constricting confines, "I've been so good at being bad that I've surely earn a treat as well."

Groaning deep in his throat Viggo let his head fall back as a nimble tongue swept over the engorged head of his cock, dipping into the tiny slit, tasting his salty essence. The rapt moan emerging the kneeling Orlando's throat as his taste buds were flooded made Viggo's knees buckle and for a moment he staggered helplessly, unable to keep his balance. He would have fallen were it not for Sean's strong arms wrapping around his chest and waist, steadying him with the support of his solid body. Panting heavily, Viggo rested his head on the older Brit's shoulder as his heated length was dragged slowly into the moist cavern of Orlando's mouth..

"Yeah, Vig, he's so good at it." Sean grumbled huskily into the panting man's ear, grinding his still clad erection against the taut buttocks. "Just look at him. Ain't he gorgeous? Look at his blissful face. Look at his lips stretched over your cock. Look how he hollows his cheeks every time he sucks you in to the hilt. Ain't it beautiful? Tell me, Vig, how good it is, let me hear how much you like it!"

Way beyond words at the enticing sensations floating through his entire being, Viggo could do naught but moan his agreement. One of his hands was tangled in the brown curls; the fingers of the other burrowed deep into Sean's hip to steady himself from the overwhelming onslaught. Heavy panting turned into needful moans, moans turned into ardent cries of rapture. When his lust clouded gaze met equally glazed brown orbs all he could do was draw on the last shreds of composure not to loose it then and there, wanting only to prolong the heavenly experience as much as possible

"God…yesssssss….aahh…so good….aaaaahhhh….yesssss…….god, Lando…..so good…..Sean…oh please…yes!"

Orlando drowned in bliss. His nose was buried in the thick curls of his lover's groin, deeply inhaling his musky scent. The thick cock in his mouth bathed his tongue with a steady stream of precome leaking out of the slit and he reveled in the salty-sweet taste that was purely Viggo. Needy whimpers escaped his throat every time he swallowed around the pulsating crown, every one of them was answered by a hoarse cry. Piercing blue eyes were fixed on his face, following every movement of the thick cock gliding through his lips. His own hardness throbbed painfully against the fabric of his trousers, trying desperately to break free. When he noticed emerald orbs joining the blue ones in watching him sucking and licking, and hearing Sean's dirty talking, muttering in his husky drawl, the pressure became unbearable. His hand crept towards his own groin, freeing his aching member, fingers stroking over the steely shaft in a slow and steady rhythm.

Sean's eyes wandered from his young lover's pink lips, stretched tight over Viggo's glistening rod, to the nimble fingers gliding over Orlando's own straining length. Never in his life had he seen a sight this arousing. The bobbing dark curled head, the Adam's apple moving up and down whenever the young Brit swallowed around the engorged flesh deep down his throat made his head spin with desire. At the same time agile digits were sliding in an increasing pace over Orlando's own tumescent pole, jutting proudly out of his denims, drawing back the taut foreskin and rubbing glistening pearls of precome all over throbbing velvety steel.

Every now and then Orlando let the purple head glide out of his mouth. His lissom tongue licked quick circles over the swollen crown, the tip delving deep into the sensitive slit, each time forcing a shout of pure rapture from Viggo's mouth and making him thrash his head wildly on Sean's shoulder.

The erotic display in front of his eyes combined with the ever-increasing ardor of Viggo's throaty moans, alternating with Orlando's fervent whimpers, proved to be way too much for Sean's endurance. With a quick movement he unzipped his jeans and guided his aching erection between the firm buttcheeks that were grinding excessively against his groin. When his heated flesh touched the silky skin of Viggo's balls, he couldn't suppress a hoarse groan from escaping his lips at the divine sensation.

Orlando felt something hard and moist prod his chin, with a moan he enclosed Viggo's balls and Sean's cock in his hand and gently, careful not to put too much pressure on Viggo's most tender parts, massaged them together. With uninhibited rapture he watched the faces of his two lovers contort in bliss and his whole body twisted with lust as they cried out their passion in a mingled guttural cry. Sean's hips were moving at an unrestricted feverish pace, his hardness bumping almost brutally against Orlando's chin.

"God, Lando," Sean's hoarse groan went directly to Orlando's cock, making it jump with anticipation and need, "so good! Yes, jerk off for us. Let me see the thick strands of cum spurt out of your dick. Let us see your slit opening wide when you come. God yes … do it for us. Watch him Viggo, watch how he comes for us, how much he likes what he does to us. … Oh god yes… Come for us Lando … come … NOW!"

Digging his tongue once again into Viggo's slit Orlando opened his mouth in a keening wail as his body went rigid before it shook in an intense climax, heavy jets of milky cum shooting out of his twitching member.

Seeing Orlando come apart like that Viggo couldn't hold back any longer and with a hoarse roar he emptied his load into the eager waiting mouth at the same time as Sean, with a husky growl, covered his lover's face and chest with his shimmering essence.

Exhausted the three men slumped to the floor. It took them some time to come back from their post-orgasmic high, for some minutes their ragged breathing was the only sound to be heard. Finally Viggo drew his two lovers into a loving embrace, kissing them both deeply.

"Wow that was amazing. If I had known I'd get such a welcome I'd have been here sooner."

"Well, you're here now." Sean pulled himself to his feet, holding out a supportive hand to the others. "And we sure as hell won't let you go again. This hasn't been a one-time thing, we want to have you in this for as long as you like. If I'd have a say in it, forever. But now, I think, dinner is ready. We surely have to regain our strength, and by the way, you're much too skinny, fitting through the chimney like you did."

Leading a still spaced out Orlando to the table they enjoyed their meal, having worked up quite an appetite. As for Orlando, they could have served him rusty nails for all he noticed. Only when they had almost finished dessert, some shade of sense seemed to come back into his eyes. Turning his gaze on Sean, he pouted in a most enticing way.

"You knew it, bugger, you knew it all the time, and you let me worry so much, even sending me out into the cold night."

"Of course I knew it, baby, what do you think had made me mad like this?. I knew what the wanker we call our friend had planned. He had me worried shitless. Thought he'd kill himself at the attempt to come through the chimney. And how would I have explained this to my baby boy? How would I have explained that Santa broke his neck at the same time Viggo mysteriously vanished from this planet? And I had to send you out to prepare everything, or would you have wanted Santa Viggo to crash into burning logs?"

Smiling at the loving banter of the two men he had the right now to call his lovers Viggo couldn't stifle a yawn.

"Come on guys, "Sean grumbled with a giggle, "Let's call it a night. It's been quite a rough day. Let's leave the dishes for tomorrow and rest our tired limbs. We've got quite a lot of cleaning up to do tomorrow."

"Yeah I know," Viggo actually managed to blush, "sorry 'bout the mess, really. Didn't think of it, it never happens like that in Santa movies. If you want, I'll clean it all by myself so the two of you can have a day of rest."

"But" Orlando turned puppy dog eyes at his older lovers, "now that I know Santa is real, couldn't it be that some Christmas-fairies would come at night and make everything clean for us?"

Laughing, the two men dragged him towards the bedroom.

*****

THE END

If you enjoyed this story, please send feedback to: Phytha