Page 2 of The Revenge Agenda

My shoulders slump. I’ve seen that building. Way too many times.

I hit the button, already exhausted over the thought of jogging back the two stops I’ve missed. I’ve also got my costume that I need to get changed into if I want to surprise him. At this point, I’m so late I shouldn’t bother, but the thought of showing up in my work clothes, button-up damp with sweat stains over my panic at the time, makes me sad.

I want this to be special.

I want to surprise him.

Goddamn Ian deserves at least that.

He deserves a boyfriend who doesn’t screw up every plan we have.

My mood is in danger of taking a dive when I shoulder my way past people to climb off the bus and into the cold night air. It freezes the anxious sweat at my hairline, and I take a long, deep breath of it, trying to ground myself so I can get through tonight.

First step is looking festive. Which means I need to find a place to change. Preferably close so I’m not running around the neighborhood in only a slutty outfit and an overcoat. I jog up the street, hoping for an alley or some bushes or—hey, I’d even take a kid’s playhouse.

There’s goddamn nothing, of course, and by the time I reach his street, I’m almost out of ideas. There are cars everywhere, a few of the houses lit up, probably with Christmas parties inside, and the last thing I want is someone looking out the window and seeing a strange man undressing in the dark.

I reach Ian’s house, and the front living room light is on, but the one around the side isn’t, meaning the gap between the house and the fence is complete darkness.

Bingo.

This night isn’t ruined, after all.

I glance around to make sure there’s no one watching as I creep closer, then duck up the side. My heart is racing at the thought of a well-intending neighbor calling the police, so I move as fast as possible. I kick off my shoes, wriggle out of my pants, and scramble to get my buttons undone.

My balls have crept their way higher into my body to escape the cold, and I give the poor fuckers a pat, reminding them that soon Ian’s mouth will be around them, and all of this will have been worth it.

The elf costume is a tight fit. Bright green, assless, with little gift boxes over my nipples that lift for a peek-a-boo effect, and a long candy cane pouch that I slip my dick into. My nipples are frozen and so stiff they’re trying to escape the presents, but maybe he can warm those with his mouth too.

The thought of Ian opening the door and seeing me, the heat filling his gaze, his big arm sliding around my waist as he pulls me close and closes his mouth over my nipple, makes my cock stir.

Even in the cold, the little trooper is trying to rally.

And actually … it would look a lot more impressive if I’m hard. You can’t suck on a floppy candy cane, can you?

I tug my overcoat on, then grab the dildo from my bag that I leave beside the house to grab later. Then I close my eyes, wrap my hand around my dick, and try to warm him up.

It doesn’t take long. It never does with the prospect of being fucked by Ian. He’s permanently horny, I swear, and he never misses an opportunity to take it out on my ass.

I’m hoping that with a whole night ahead of us, we can get the quick and dirty fuck out of the way bent over the couch by the door before we spend a long romantic night wrapped around each other.

My heavy exhale leaves a trail of white behind in the air.

It’s going to be perfect.

I give my cock a few more tugs, making sure it looks irresistible, then go to check the time before remembering I don’t have my phone on me.

There goes the idea of texting him to come to the door.

Oh well. I can work with this.

I’m probably only an hour late. That’s nothing. Still plenty of time for us to be together.

I reach the front door, excited nerves bouncing around in my chest. Then I knock.

There’s silence for a moment before I make out footsteps.

“Special delivery for Ian!” I call as the door’s tugged open.

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