Saturday afternoon found Vic struggling into a pair of long johns to wear under the Santa pants. The outfit itself wasn’t very warm—the flannel was too thin, the pants too baggy, the jacket too large to hold in any body heat. So Vic donned thermal underwear and an undershirt before pulling on the pants. He stuffed a pillow into the waistband before cinching the belt to give himself the girth needed to pull off a classic Santa. He studied himself in the mirror. “I look stupid.”
“You’re the sexiest Santa Claus I’ve ever seen,” Matt assured him.
Vic glanced at his lover in the mirror’s reflection. Matt’s dark hair was still damp from his shower, the curls beginning to spring back to frame his face. He wore a pair of black corduroy pants and a cream-colored turtleneck sweater that clung to h
