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Lon stepped carefully to the edge of the
    porch. The railing opened at the corner onto the dark side yard. The cleared area
    was empty, a half basketball court set up against the wall of the house. A spill of
    brightness lit the trees beyond the house in the back. Soft music reached Lon’s ears,
    along with a rhythmic creaking. Again the invisible cord pulled at him. A dozen
    reasons why he should not cross the basketball court went through his brain, but
    the reasons didn’t reach his feet, which soon brought him to the corner of the house.
    Cautiously he wrapped the fingers of one hand around the edge of the wall,
    then slowly slid his head sideways until one eye could peek. Rom had a hot tub. Lon
    couldn’t see it, since it was sunk into the raised deck, but it was the only
    explanation for the steam that filled the air, for the mild roar of bubbles, for the
    thick moisture that coated the perfect porcelain skin of the half of Rom that rose
    above the deck. It was the only explanation for the half of Tym spread out on his
    belly on the deck, crying out to the trees. The angle wasn’t good, but Lon didn’t need
    to be a genius to recognize the position, to know that the rhythmic thrust of Rom’s
    slim hips was pushing his cock deep into Tym’s willing body. Tym grasped at the
    decking, desperate groans drowning in the loud burble of bubbles. Rom reared
    straight and tall behind him, back arched, drenched hair a shimmering waterfall
    from the head turned up toward the twinkling stars.
    Lon knew he should leave, should stop watching. Few elves minded an
    audience during sex, but it was common courtesy to be invited. But he couldn’t
    move. Just as Tym gripped the decking, Lon gripped the side of the house. He
    pressed his body against the siding and found himself dry humping it in time with
    Rom’s thrusts. The dildo dug into his belly, and he gave serious thought to taking it
    out to relieve himself as he watched. But he couldn’t tear his eyes away, and he

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    couldn’t figure out how to get himself or it into position without losing a precious
    second of what he was viewing. So he remained, frustrated and pathetic, seeking
    paltry relief from a dusty wall as Tym received the glorious pounding that he
    craved.
    “Sweet Christmas, Rom!” Tym cried, his voice filled with all the ache Lon felt.
    Rom laughed. Tossing his head, he bent forward, draping himself over Tym’s
    back. Tym arched up, twisting his neck, seeking and finding Rom’s lips for a sloppy,
    desperate kiss.
    Leave . Barely suppressing a whimper, Lon forced his eyes shut. Firmly he
    pushed himself into the darkness of the side yard and rolled to press his back
    against the wall. He could still hear them, the rumbling bubbles, the creak of the
    planking. He even imagined he heard the slap of skin to skin. Leave . Yes, he must.
    It was wrong to watch unbidden, and it didn’t get him anywhere. He spread a palm
    over the dildo at his belly, promising himself that he’d use it for relief once he got
    back to his cabin. At least he could have something sky blue tonight.
    Trying to ignore the erection that tented his loose trousers, Lon strove to walk
    softly as he headed back down Dasher Road. The darkness within the trees
    enveloped him, but the cool night air couldn’t assuage the heat that flamed his skin.
    He needed relief in the worst way, more than ever before, and it tore at him that
    anything he managed would pale in comparison to what he really needed.
    He’d almost reached Santa Claus Lane when something shoved through the
    bushes to his right. Lost as he was in his own misery, his reaction was delayed. He
    hadn’t managed to twist toward the sound when a large body was on him. No
    predators hunted the elven realm, but fear was natural when a large shape
    descended and strong arms circled a body. One big hand clamped over Lon’s mouth
    before he could think to scream.
    “What happened? Didn’t like the show?”
    Lon’s