With Thanksgiving passed and Christmas fast approaching, New York had long been covered in frost, and it was bitterly cold outside—as Sam and Blaine could attest to. They had been volunteering to take collections for the homeless dressed as Santa and one of his elves. 

Sam’s family had only been temporarily homeless, but he remembered very well how scary it all had been. He was fortunate to have friends who helped him through it. If he could give back even a little, then he would consider it time well spent. 

Blaine would always do whatever he could to support his best-friend-turned-boyfriend, even if it meant dressing up as an elf and enduring all the short jokes. Kurt sometimes joined them, but he had a much busier schedule with school and work, so they were on their own this time. 

They had just finished a shift outside of the local library and were looking forward to getting home to Kurt. It had only been a few months, but Sam was still amazed at how natural their dynamic felt. He felt safe and seen in a way he hadn’t before, and though they occasionally had little spats, they were masters of insanely hot makeup sex.  

Halloween had seen the introduction of dress up into their already very active sex life, kicking it off with Cops and Robbers, quickly followed by Kurt’s suggestion of superheroes and Lord of the Rings characters. They didn’t always have the time to dress up, but the holidays were right around the corner, and the loft was empty as Rachel and Santana had gone home for the holidays. 

“Hey, Blaine, Kurt should be done working by the time we get home, right?”

“I think so. He sent a message an hour ago saying he was about to leave work and that he’d take care of dinner for us.”

“I was just thinking back on our cosplaying fun and since we’re already dressed for the part, it would be a shame to not take advantage of the festive spirit—if you know what I mean…”

Blaine chuckled and tightened his grip on Sam’s hand as he briefly lost his footing on some black ice. “I know exactly what you mean. I’d be lying if I said it hadn’t crossed my mind. Do you wanna do it tonight?”

“Yeah, I figured we might as well as long as Kurt’s in the mood. We all have the day off tomorrow, and with the girls gone, we can finally do whatever we want wherever we want.” 

“That sounds like an excellent idea, Sam.” Blaine grinned and gave him a quick kiss before quickening his pace and pulling Sam along with him. 

Blaine and Sam had just arrived home and were stomping the snow off of their boots when they saw the flickering light of candles coming from behind the partition separating them from the rest of the loft’s open space. 

“Kurt? Are you home? Why is it so warm in here?”

“I’m in the dining area. You should hurry because dinner is ready.”

Blaine gave Sam a curious look and quickly pulled his boots off before setting them on the drying rack. He took a couple steps around the room divider before he stopped in his tracks and called over his shoulder, “Hey, Sam? I don’t think you’ll have to wonder long if Kurt’s in the mood.”

Intrigued, Sam quickly joined Blaine and took in the view. 

Kurt had placed small LED candles around the room, and all the blinds were drawn. The reason for the excessive heat was immediately clear when he spotted a completely naked Kurt laid out on their dining room table. He had placed pieces of sushi at strategic places on and around his body. 

“Welcome home, boys.” Kurt twirled a pair of chopsticks in each hand while keeping his arms completely still so the nigiri wouldn’t fall off. “Hungry?”

“Starving, actually.” Blaine readjusted his quickly hardening cock in his tight elf costume as he walked over to get a closer look. “What do you think, Sam?”

Blaine’s question stirred him from his lustful stupor, and he sauntered over with a smirk. “I think that Kurt has been an awful good boy this year, who has definitely earned a treat from Sammy Claus and Head Elf Blaine.”

Sam took the pair of chopsticks from Kurt, picked up a sushi roll from his arm, and fed it to Kurt. “Is this the kind of treat you were thinking of?”

Kurt carefully chewed and swallowed. “Delicious, but not what I had in mind, no.” 

“Oh, I wonder what it could be then,” Blaine mused, having grabbed his own chopsticks and, after dipping them into the soy sauce pooled in Kurt’s belly button, used them to draw figures over his chest, ending at one of the maki rolls covering his nipples. “Surely, it couldn’t be this ?” He traced that same path with his tongue, teasing the hardened bud as he scooped up the roll before pulling away. 

Kurt gasped, his cock twitching, nearly throwing off the California roll balanced over the head. 

The wobbling drew Sam’s attention to it. “Maybe you should put your title to good work, Head Elf Blaine, and relieve Kurt of his burden.” He lapped up the bit of sauce that puddled in the hollow of Kurt’s throat before he resumed freeing one of Kurt’s arms from its load. 

Blaine had to bite back a laugh before he got back into character. “Yes, Sammy Claus, sir.” He placed an arm across Kurt’s hips to hold him down. Blaine knew very well how much his fiancé loved his mouth, and it would not do to mess up their welcome home present when he looked so delicious laid out like that. 

Carefully grabbing the roll with his mouth, he put it to the side to eat later. As much as Blaine loved sushi, there was something he was craving more. He grabbed the base of Kurt’s cock and licked a broad stripe from the bottom to the top before sucking the head into his mouth. He gently bobbed up and down a few times before relaxing his throat and taking Kurt’s impressive length as far down as he could. 

“ Fuck !” Kurt desperately tried to keep still. “Oh, god, fuck yes. Oh, Blaine – feels so good – don’t stop.” His fingers twitched, grasping at Blaine’s hair. 

“Oh, you like that, hm? You like having your candy cane licked, don’t you? What about your baubles? Would you like it if I reached down and jingled your bells?” Sam whispered in Kurt’s ear. 

It should have felt ridiculous, and Kurt wanted to laugh, but it was hot, and he was so turned on with Blaine’s mouth around his cock and Sam’s hand rolling his balls back and forth, which drew another loud gasp from him. “Please,” he moaned, “more, please—anything.”

At this, Sam signalled Blaine to pull off, and together they made quick work of freeing Kurt from his edible ornaments. Kurt whined at the loss of Blaine’s mouth, but quickly caught on and sat up as soon as he was able. He put a hand around Sam’s neck and pulled him down into a desperate kiss. All the teasing had worked him up so much, he felt like he could burst at any moment. 

“Fuck me, please, Sammy Claus.” He panted against Sam’s mouth. “Stuff my stocking.” 

Sam grabbed a kitchen chair and sat down after freeing his cock from the Santa costume he was still wearing, while Blaine quickly ran off to grab their supplies. Sam pulled Kurt off the table and turned him around to bend him over the table top. When he spread his cheeks, Sam was in for another surprise. 

“Ho, Ho, Ho! What is this? Have you been a naughty boy after all?”

“Only for you and Elf Blaine, Sammy Claus.” Kurt threw a coy look over his shoulder. 

Blaine walked around the table to stand beside Sam and took in the sight. Nestled in between the pale globes of his butt cheeks sat a bright red and green butt plug. He and Sam had joked about buying some holiday themed toys but never actually got around to buying any. It seemed Kurt had taken care of that for them.  

Blaine handed a condom to Sam before running a hand between Kurt’s cheeks. He took hold of the base of the plug and slowly pulled it out inch by inch, reveling in how Kurt’s rim stretched obscenely around the toy. 

“It looks like someone’s begging for a ride on Santa’s sleigh, Sammy Claus.” 

“Santa has your present all wrapped up, so why don’t you sit on his lap and show him how much you want it.” 

A snort escaped Kurt, but he leaned back and slowly sat, lowering himself on Sam’s lubed up cock. “Oh, yes, Santa. I’m gonna ride you like a reindeer,” he moaned as he felt his ass stretch around Sam’s hard cock. 

Meanwhile, Blaine had taken advantage of the empty space on the table and sat down on the edge with his red and green striped tights shoved down around his bulging thighs. He stroked himself in a steady rhythm as he watched Kurt ride Sam with his head thrown back. 

“Hey, Sammy Claus, your little helper looks so nice like that. Do you think he could help me too? It’s awfully cold here at my north pole.”

“Oh, I’m sure he can. He just loves licking candy canes, don’t you, Kurt?”

So full, fucking himself on Sam’s cock, Kurt  barely heard what was said. He’d opened his eyes and saw Blaine’s leaking cock and immediately leaned forward to take hold of it and suck it into his mouth. 

“Oh, yeah, you feel so good. Look at you, rocking around that Christmas tree. Are you gonna be a good boy and make us come?”

Kurt’s mind was hazy with love and lust. He could feel Sam now fucking hard up into his tight ass, hitting his prostate and roughly squeezing his hip with one hand as the other stroked Kurt’s cock in time with his thrusts. Blaine’s hands were buried in his hair, pulling and stroking as Kurt bobbed and moaned around his cock. Kurt had already been close after all the teasing, and he could feel his balls draw up tight, so close to coming, despite his best efforts to stave it off. With renewed vigour, he clenched around Sam’s cock as he bounced more quickly and rolled Blaine’s balls in his hand while the other fisted the part of his cock that wouldn’t fit in his mouth. 

Feeling so close to tipping over the edge, Sam  thrust into Kurt’s hot ass even harder, his hips stuttering. “Oh, fuck - yes! Santa is coming down your chimney!” He shot his load into the condom and slumped forward over Kurt. 

Seeing the pleasure crest on Sam’s face was enough to push Blaine over the edge, coating Kurt’s mouth with his come.

Kurt pulled off Blaine’s cock, collapsing against Sam’s chest. 

“Did you like Head Elf Blaine’s milk and cookies? I’m sure you did, you naughty boy,” Sam purred in his ear. 

Blaine kneeled on the floor in front of them and took Kurt’s balls into his mouth one by one as Sam increased the pace of his fist around his cock. 

“Can you feel him deck your balls? Come for us, Kurt. Let it snow .” 

With a loud groan, Kurt came undone,  spurting up his chest and over Sam’s hand. 

Blaine released Kurt’s balls and licked his way upwards, cleaning up the spilled come as he went along. He pressed a soft kiss to Kurt’s lips before moving to Sam and sharing the taste of him while Kurt came back to his senses. 

“That worked out even better than I’d planned,” Kurt admitted as he snuggled into Sam’s embrace. “But now I really need a shower because I have rice and soy sauce in places they really should not be. And you two need to take those costumes off before they get even dirtier.”

With a soft hiss, he slid off of Sam’s cock and took in the sight of his dishevelled lovers. 

Blaine was leaning back against the table, his tights once again covering his spent cock. Sam was slumped over the chair, a silly grin on his face while he took care of the condom. Santa and his Elf had never looked sexier than they did tonight. 

“Merry fucking Christmas to me, indeed.”