Chapter 1 - Frost & his Elf
Description and thoughts
This is going to be quite a lengthy story. A lead up to 2 mpreg births and plenty of smut from the beginning.
So, just as many of us wished never happened , Bernard never left the North Pole AS IT SHOULD HAVE BEEN. This story is in current time… Bernard maybe has aged every so slightly. Still largely resembling his Santa clause 2 role. Frost never unfroze, I personally imagine for this story to look maybe 10 years younger than he played in the third movie? But that’s just how it looks in my head.
It’s been a nightmare trying to do this on my phone… apologies the layout sucks so hard!
I really appreciate any support ✨🖤 here we go!
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It was the beginning of spring, usually a short vacation time for Bernard. He sat in the cosy condo he called home in Gstaad, which he shared with his husband and their two children. He was the proud father of Nicholas, aged 7 (named for obvious reasons) and a brand new baby girl called Khione, named after the goddess of snow. He lay there on their large sofa with her on his chest. He was exhausted but so happy.
He had taken a years leave with Nichols, but this time with Khione, he knew he had to retire. It was a hard choice.. he could still check in, return when he pleased. But he was going to miss his job. He found himself reminiscing on how how life had changed so much. As he started to replay the last few his years through his mind as he drifted off, lord knows he needed the sleep.
He couldn’t really remember how it started, not really. But he remembered how it made him feel. Confused, taken off guard … not knowing if what happened was real or some sort of trap. It took a while for the suspicion to subside, for both of them. Then it became a bit of tradition, it felt wrong, they weren’t supposed to see eye to eye let alone looking toward the door to see if the other was here yet.
Their first time together was, as corny as it sounds, magic. It clicked, it felt right it felt like it was fate. They weren’t completely sure how they ended up in bed, it was like they were being encouraged by something to be there, as if it was meant to happen.
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It was Christmas night, 2007. The hard part was over for another year and Santa was back safe at the pole. It was the night of rest.. and partying of course, before it all began again the next morning.
Bernard had been sipping a drink in Santas office, allowing himself to sit down with his own thoughts for 10 minutes. He could have sworn the room had gotten colder, he felt a chill graze his left cheek.
He looked around for the cause of the draft, scanning the room before landing on a familiar figure. It was Jack gazing at him from the doorway. He felt his heart skip a beat, what was wrong with him.. he should have felt intimidated, but this was new. It was however enough for him to put his guard up, but for some reason he was also at ease. It didn’t make any sense.
“What are you doing here?” Bernard finally asked, suddenly feeling how fuzzy his head really was from one cocktail.
“Oh You know me B, never miss a party.” Jack smirked. He paused, looking around at the office, beautiful as ever… biting his lip softly he rested his gaze back on the elf. “Came to see you actually, you disappeared?”
“Yeah… yes” Bernard stammered “ I have to get away they can get a bit intense. There’s a lot to do tomorrow”
Why did Jack care about where he was? Why did it matter he’d spent some time alone ?
“Yeah I bet.” Jack laughed leaning into the doorframe
Bloody Mary could be heard playing downstairs as the elves continued their festivities.
“You know, back when I took over the pole…” Jack started, taking a step into the room
Bernard immediately groaned and rolled his eyes “I keep telling you Jack, that never happened… you wish! Santa never would -“
“Anyway!” Jack interrupted, pausing to raise his eyebrows at the flustered elf. “When I was Santa… you were of course, my head elf.”
“I would never have done that” Bernard protested sharply
“Well, believe it or not, you did” Jack took a couple of steps toward him. “You were MY elf”
“Right ?” Said Bernard, starting to feel a little uneasy. “So what if I was your elf, so what?”
“Well!” Jack sat down next to the elf on the luxurious couch, crossing his legs and leaning back on his elbow cockily “You sure seemed to like it that’s all…”
Bernard blushed, he didn’t even know why. Why on earth would Jack say that, What did he even mean? It should have repulsed him, but it didn’t. He didn’t understand how it made him feel. Why had he felt off for the past year?
Bernard didn’t have any further time to ponder before Jack was moving in close to him, delicately running his fingers along his thigh.
Bernard felt his head spin again. He bought the back of his hand to his mouth, blinking hard and Stifling a heave.
“I’m sorry am I that repulsive?” Frost pouted
Bernard took a second to compose himself before answering. “No no it’s or you.. too many of these.”
“Ah you baby, I saw you only had one” frost teased
Their eyes connected, this would usually be the time B met him with a witty remark or insult, but he had nothing. What was going on..
Jack ran his fingers through the elf’s curls, inhaling his beautiful scent, he smelled of his usual aroma, peppermints and cinnamon. The sprite took a moment to gaze at the beautiful elves face, before whispering right into his ear “You really… really liked being my elf”
Bernard shuddered as he felt Jacks icy lips lay a gentle kiss against his warm neck. He Swallowed hard as he felt his erection growing inside his trousers. His collar started to feel tighter than usual around his neck.
This didn’t escape Jacks attention, not for one moment. “Now why don’t you show me to your place ? Hm?”
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They made it to Bernards apartment, just down the hall from Santas room. Frost barely have the door change to close before pressing him into the wall, kissing him, tongue pushed into his mouth. They stayed like this for a short while before gradually starting to pull the clothes off each others bodies. They felt like they were stalling but weren’t sure what for.
Bernard looked up at the Jack, he reached toward him and undid the buttons of his tight waist coat, sliding it down from his shoulders. The elf couldn’t believe he was doing this, none of it felt weird or wrong.. it just felt natural. Why did he feel like this was normal? Why did Jack seem to know where his apartment was?
His whole body was tingling with pleasure and anticipation, he elf could hardly bare it. Before he knew it he was flat on his back, Frost straddling him, pulling off his crisp white shirt. Bernard couldn’t take his eyes off him, the outline of his cock straining against his underwear. Frost winked at the elf, running both hands up his torso, resting on his chest, before lightly scratching all the way back down to his groin.
Bernard couldn’t contain himself any longer as he let a breathless moan escape from his lips, Jack smiled at the desired response, leaning forward to climb on top of him. Bernard winced as he felt jacks teeth nipping as his earlobe before moving down and biting his shoulder. Resulting in another deep moan drawn from the elf’s lungs.
“I know what you like B” Jack said in response Bernard’s enjoyment “we’ve done this many times before” Jack continued to kiss all the way down the elf’s chest and stomach before tugging down his underwear with his teeth.
Bernard’s head was spinning, he couldn’t make sense of why he was doing, why he liked it, what the fuck frost meant by they’d done it before. They definitely hadn’t but he felt like he was talking the truth. He felt like he was remembering all the time they spent together but couldn’t recall a single memory at the same time.
Both of them now completely naked, Jack started to slide his tongue up and down the length of Bernard’s cock. Resulting in another deep gasp, B reached down and rested his hand on the back of Jacks neck. Wanting to dig his nails in and pull his hair.. but he wasn’t quite that confident yet.
Before Bernard could have a chance to get into it, Jack stopped. He moved back to face him, their noses touching, he placed a gentle kiss on the elf’s lips. It was as if time stood still, their eyes connected for a moment, Bernard’s soft, dark brown eyes, gazing into an icy shade of blue. He felt the stare right into his soul, his heart felt colder within his chest. There was a pause between them only for a few moments but the silence was deafening.
“Are You sure?” Frost asked
“Yes” Bernard breathed
Jack smirked as he began to get into position. “I am going to have you and you are going to like it” he whispered softly into his ear
Bernard couldn’t respond anymore, any witty reply he could have thought of had long left his brain. All he could do was bite his lip and dig his fingernails into frosts back. He bought his knee up closer to his chest letting his feet and ankles naturally find their way around the man’s waist, as Jack slowly pushed up into him.
Bernard let out a strangled cry of pleasure. Digging his fingers into Jacks shoulders. Apparently being quiet had long left their agenda. “Ah…ah…!” Bernard moaned as frost fell into a steady rhythm. Promptly Followed by Jack muttering “Fuck.”
After a while of getting used to each other, they started to get into it, Biting moaning scratching kissing. It was pure passion, heat, or in jacks case ice cold because it was all he could do.
The corners of Jacks lips curled as he paused before ploughing into him. Bernard’s eyes nearly rolled out the back of his head as he let out a long strained groan. Faster, harder, rougher.. it was almost too much for Bernard to stay conscious for. He feared he may pass out as he felt waves of pleasure rising to a peak.
The climax they shared was more powerful than anything either one had ever experienced. Both of their magic working together allowing their body’s to adapt and take what they needed from each other. Cumming together, clawing at each other, writhing and shuddering, bodies gleaming with sweat. Frost called out, one hand gripping the pillows around Bernard’s head, the other gripping the headboard. He relaxed as he started to come back down, resting his forehead against Bernard’s.
They collapsed next to each other, chests heaving.
After what felt like a 10 minutes, Jack turned his head to face Bernard, who was clearly falling asleep. Jack sniggered and rolled over toward him, who in turn instinctively rolled onto his own side to allow him to spoon him. Jack groaned as he reached to pull the blankets over them, wrapping the elf up in his arms, “I really enjoyed that…” Jack whispered before kissing behind his ear. “I’ve missed you so very, very much”
Bernard smiled softly as he drifted off. It wasn’t long before both of them fell asleep, exhausted. There wasn’t any energy left to ponder any consequences.
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It was the best sleep Bernard had had in a long time, it felt amazing, that was until the sound of chaos of outside woke him. Bernard softly opened his eyes… why was it so light ?
“Jack .. JACK” Bernard urged through gritted teeth as he started to shake him “Wake up! I overslept, come on quick you have to go”
Frost wasn’t the least bit concerned… but did enjoy being bossed around by a frustrated head elf… he loved it when he got like this. He laughed as he grabbed his clothes and re dressed himself, watching Bernard struggle to figure out what he was trying to do in the panic.
“Same time next Christmas ?” Jack smirked
“Go! I’m serious Go before someone comes” Bernard urged, but couldn’t control the smile spread across his glowing face as he realised all what had just happened.
Frost ducked his head in for one last kiss, before winking and disappearing in a whirl of snow.
Bernard caught a glimpse of the time and gasped. He hurriedly showered and threw on his clothes before dashing out the door. Not before taking one last glance at his unmade bed and smiling to himself.
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Footsteps could be heard as Bernard ran as fast as he could toward his post. He could see Santa and Curtis with his clipboard, standing surrounded by a small group of elves.
“Good morning everyone!” The head elf shouted trying to brush off that anything was out of the ordinary.
“Good morning Bernard ” the surrounding elves echoed back
“I’m so sorry Santa I overslept” Bernard started, before he was cut off by a ‘gasp’ from the waist height crowd around him. Then of course Curtis just had to chime in “What, you? Oversleep? Since when !”
Bernard sighed and made a face back at the elves before turning his attention to Curtis “Since last night” he growled back under his breath
“Ahem” Santa cleared his throat, bringing the two elves back to the group “Hm … well I figured that may be the case this morning Bernard, so I put Curtis on the job.”
Bernard shot Santa a confused look… what did he mean by he figured that would be the case??
“Nothing to worry about” Santa continued “we are all back on track, everyone get back to work” Santa instructed before turning to his head elf who was already trying to back away
“Oh and Bernard!” Santa called after him
“Yes Santa?” Bernard asked, he didn’t know who he was so nervous… he just knew he knew something. He cautiously crept closer to the big red man.
“The walls are thin in this place” Santa hinted
Bernard’s eyes widened… what the f*** did that mean.. there is no way…-
“You know” Santa continued “just for the next for the time you are up at 3 am”
Bernard turned red, his voice cracked before leaving hurriedly. There was no WAY Santa heard him… them… there’s no way. There’s definitely no chance he knew it was frost.. was there ? He caught up with Curtis as fast as he could, trying to brush it off as a misunderstanding. But really, he was very embarrassed. Does he say sorry? Does he ask what he meant ?? ‘No no… just move on B’ he told himself
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Later that evening in mr and Mrs clause’ bedroom. Scott had some interesting news to share with his wife.
“What are you serious ?” Mrs clause giggled
“I know! I didn’t think he had in it him! I’m happy for the kid maybe he will be less stressed now?” Santa joked
“Oh yeah right he was probably making love to a report or something” Cal sniggered.
Scott swung round to find his son standing in their doorway.
“Hey! What have I told you about eves dropping” Santa scolded his son
“Says you!” Cal scoffed
“Hey it was through our wall” Santa said throwing his hands in the air “I had no choice !”
“I wonder who it was with” Mrs clause wondered out loud “feels a little weird with every single elf here looking like a child”
“Uh….” Santa paused “No, no. I er… I heard someone else”
“Ew DAD How long were you listening for ?!” Cal cringed
“I couldn’t help it I said it was through the wall!” Santa explained again
“So….Who else did you hear ?” Mrs clause whispered, leaning in.
“Oh I don’t know, It was an man, an older man. Nobody who works or lives here”
“No WAY” Cal exclaimed
“CAL, please grow up.. and pipe down will you?… go to your room”
Cal rolled his eyes and reluctantly obliged “yes dad”
Carol sighed and looked at the two of them “Cal come back here… you too Scott” she waited for them both to be standing I front of her, “Now look, this is Bernard’s… private business and I bet kids mortified ! “
“He’s not a kid he’s a 1500 year old man“ Scott interrupted
“Anyway!” Carol continued, “As I was saying, just don’t say anything to him.. he didn’t know we could hear him and I am sure as hell he will be quite now!”
Everybody agreed, and nothing else was said.. no matter how many times they over heard…