12 Chapter 12

“I’m not sure Santa thinks that someone who loves stickin’ his tongue up my ass as much as you do is a good boy.”

“But you do.” Casey pressed a quick kiss to Ellis’s cheek. “So you’ll just have to put in a good word for me.” He grabbed the blanket and pulled it off them both.

“Hey!”

“Time to get up, lazy pants.” Casey jumped out of bed before Ellis could grab him. He put his hand on his hip and cocked it. “If you get up, I’ll give you some sugar,” he said and pursed his lips.

“Make me coffee and I’ll give yousome sugar,” Ellis shot back. Casey pouted again, turned around, and walked out of their bedroom, making sure to swing his hips and stick out his ass as much as he could. He laughed out loud when Ellis groaned.

Ellis joined Casey in the kitchen a few minutes later, and he brought Casey’s favorite socks. “You forgot these.” Casey accepted them with a smile and pulled them on before turning his attention back to the pancake batter.