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This story is a sequel to: A New Tradition

Simon watched as Brian waved good-bye and walked out of the bullpen. The large black man startled when a hand descended on his shoulder.

"You're mighty jumpy, Simon. Is something wrong?"

Simon waved Jim inside his office. "Just nervous, I guess. Brian's got something up his sleeve and I can't figure out what it is." The police captain refilled his coffee mug and sat down.

"What do you mean? Something up his sleeve?" Jim took a seat on the edge of his friend's desk.

Simon shook his head. "My mate has obviously been taking naughty lessons from your Blair. He recently started making up his own holiday traditions. And just let me say, there's nothing traditional about them whatsoever."

Jim smiled at the blush chasing across Simon's face. "Dare I guess these traditions have something to do with... sex?"

The black man grinned at the detective. "You win the grand prize!" Simon took a sip of his coffee. "On Halloween, it was candy corn." A hand was help up. "Don't even ask."

Jim laughed heartily. "Don't worry. My imagination is working overtime already. What tradition did he have for Thanksgiving?"

Simon pulled at his tie and mumbled, "The wishbone."

"Let me guess... Rafe got the long end and the wish?" Jim watched as his friend's blush increased. "Sounds like great fun, Simon. What's the problem?"

The police captain set down his mug and ran his hands over his face. "I'm too old for this shit."

Jim reached forward and slapped the police captain on the arm. "You're never too old for fun."

Simon grinned lopsidedly. "I just hope I don't die before he gets through all the holidays."

"Have any idea what Rafe's got planned for Christmas?"

"Not a clue," Simon answered. "And that's what's got me worried. He's been throwing me these sexy looks and all I can do is wait and wonder." The large man laughed. "Whatever it is, I know it's going to be hot."

"One word of advice... take your vitamins, Simon." Jim slid off the desk. "Now, don't forget we'll be showing up at your house early tonight. Rafe insisted Blair had to help him into the Santa suit." The Sentinel shook his head and grinned. "I sure am glad I didn't pull that duty this year. The damn suit itches like hell."

Simon stood and followed Jim to the door. "Why don't you guys show up around six? That should give them plenty of time to get into costume."

Jim stepped sideways, allowing Rhonda to enter her boss' office. "Six it is. See ya tonight, Simon."

Megan giggled as she tumbled into the arms of Joel Taggart. "You big ole teddy bear. I think I love you."

The bomb squad captain smiled. "I think you've had one butter rum too many." Joel guided the Aussie to the door as he spoke to his host. "Gotta hand it to you, Simon. This was one hell of a Christmas party!"

Simon tucked the leftovers of Megan's lethal fruitcake in the woman's large purse. "Thanks for coming, Joel. And thanks even more for making sure this one gets home safely."

Joel ducked his head in an attempt to avoid Megan's wandering lips. "I'll get her home all right. I just hope she doesn't remember the Deck the Halls lap dance she gave me when she wakes up tomorrow."

Simon laughed as his two co-workers disappeared down the driveway. "Megan will never hear the end of that." He turned to find Jim and Blair standing behind him. "Leaving so soon? I'm sure there's a few more pieces of pecan pie that need taking care of. Can't have them languishing all alone in the fridge."

Jim grinned and rubbed his full stomach. "I think I've already taken care of enough food tonight. Gotta save room for tomorrow; Blair has quite a feast planned for us."

Blair wrapped his arms around his lover. "I'm sure you will have no problem devouring the Christmas feast I'll be cooking. You're the only man I know who has a pair of hollow legs that reach from here to China."

"How about I take you home and practice the art of devouring?" The Sentinel waggled his eyebrows at his mate.

Blair quickly pushed Jim out the door. "See ya tomorrow, Simon. And make sure Rafe remembers to bring his camera! I want pictures this year!"

Simon waved goodbye to his two friends. "I'll take care of it, Sandburg. Night!"

The black man shut and locked the door. "Speaking of the devil... where in the world is he?"

Simon gazed at the messy remains of the annual Banks-Rafe Christmas party. "Santa will just have to forgive the mess. I'm too tired to clean it up tonight." He made his way through the house, turning off lights as he went. "Brian? Where ya at?"

"In the bedroom, lover. Can you come here? I need some help with this damn costume."

Simon chuckled. "I told you three pillows was too much padding. Don't tell me the zipper got stuck?"

The black man opened the door and the light from the hallway spilled into the room, casting its glow across the slender man reclining on the bed. Simon felt his knees threaten to buckle at the sight of his lover.

"Damn! Have I been a good boy or what?!"

Brian Rafe-Banks was stretched out on the bed still dressed in his Santa outfit. All padding had been discarded, leaving the pants extremely loose. Taking advantage of the extra room, Brian had pushed the red velvet material down his legs, thus presenting Simon with the newest of their holiday traditions.

He smiled wickedly at his large lover. "Hope you like sweets with your yuletide log." Brian thrust his hips in the air, showcasing his candy cane encased erection.

Simon made a conscious effort to close his mouth. With his eyes glued to Brian's cock, he stumbled towards the bed. Falling to his knees, he stared at the circles of striped candy surrounding his lover's shaft. "I have died and gone to heaven."

The big man leaned forward and, very slowly, licked Brian's candy dick. Several moments were spent licking and sucking and nibbling, each action pushing Brian closer and closer to the edge. Simon smiled as his lover's erection helplessly dribbled precum over the peppermint circles.

"Sweets for the sweet," the older man chuckled.

Breathless and moaning, Brian buried his fingers in Simon's tight curls, encouraging his mate to fully enjoy this new tradition. "I hope... I hope your tongue is in good shape, lover. This may take alllllll night."

"Don't worry. That muscle is in tip top condition."

To prove his point, Simon shifted the candy circles with his tongue, moving them up and down, twirling them around, diving in between to tease the sensitive flesh of Brian's cock. Gathering one of his lover's savory balls in his mouth, he enthusiastically hummed Jingle Bells. His vocal talent was quickly rewarded and Simon had to move fast to capture the creamy glaze his mate decided to coat the candy canes with.

Liberating one of the striped circles from Brian's leaning tower of candy, Simon munched happily. "Can't wait to see what you've got planned for New Years, Bri."

End Sweet Saint Nick by Angelise: angelise7@hotmail.com

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