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You already knew Christmas was going to be different this year, but this?

Everything started 3 months ago, when you, a scrawny, socially awkward 19 year old boy, came out to your parents, who immediately kicked you out and told you to never speak to them again. It was an absolutely awful experience, and even though the 3 months had given you a bit of time to heal, the holidays coming up tore open the fresh wound. Getting kicked out meant that this would be the first Christmas you wouldn’t be spending with your family. Well this did make you very sad, you had to admit it was also a bit of a mixed blessing. Yeah, it’d be strange and painful not being able to be around your family, but at least you wouldn’t have to worry about your Mom passive aggressively asking about when you’ll get a ‘real job’, or your Dad openly hitting on your Moms sister, or your Uncle’s traditional racist rant. You’d miss being around other people, but you were honestly pretty happy that you wouldn’t have to deal with all that this Christmas. No, what was making the holidays truly unpleasant wasn’t the absence of your awful family, but the presence of your new roommate, North.

When you had first moved into your current, very crummy apartment in the city, you had actually been excited about getting a roommate. Sure you didn’t know much about the guy you were going to be living with, but you were excited to get to experience a bit more of life outside the small town you had spent so much of your life in, and get to know someone who might have a totally different worldview than the people back in your hometown, a completely different kind of person than the cruel, homophobic jocks who had made your life hell back in high school. As it turned out, he was… not that different. North wasn’t homophobic or anything, the many men and women you had heard him fucking at night through your apartments stupid damned thin walls, he was very much bisexual and had no problem with gay guys. No, North wasn’t homophobic, or even mean, but he was the biggest, dumbest jock you had ever met. North was 260 pounds of mostly muscle, with a face that looked like it had been chiseled by the gods, a manly stubble, and a stupid, almost obnoxiously charming smile that never seemed to fully go away. It was cliche, but the hunk had a personality that reminded you of a golden retriever, constantly and enthusiastically affectionate. Ever since you had moved in it had been a constant barrage of sweaty bro hugs, invitations to go to the gym, and offers to set you up with one of his gym bros. And you hated it. You knew, intellectually, that North wasn’t that bad of a guy, but absolutely everything about him just irked you! His relentless positivity, even on days you’d rather be left alone, his strong, sweaty musk, which was only more annoying because of how close he always got to you, the way he strutted around the apartment, half naked, as if he wasn’t the hottest thing alive. He was nice, yeah, but he also had no sense of boundaries, was messy as hell, and couldn’t keep a conversation about anything more complicated than weightlifting. The worst part of it all was you couldn’t help but find him hot as fuck. Every night, as you listened to the moans of his latest conquest echoing from his bedroom, you couldn’t help but jerk off as you imagined it was you riding his massive, manly cock. You hated him, you wanted him, he was driving you absolutely crazy. And now, you were stuck celebrating Christmas with him. North was still on good terms with his family, at least from the little you knew about them, but had decided to stay in town for Christmas rather than pay for an expensive plane ticket to visit his family… wherever they lived. So, this Christmas was going to be you and Him.

You don’t know why you had agreed to get gifts for each other. You didn’t really know what North liked, outside of working out, and you were certain whatever he’d get you would be something you’d hate, but the loneliness of your first christmas without your family was getting to you, and getting a present for Christmas, any present, made you feel a little better. So you had agreed. Christmas day, you got up around 8, nostalgia and holiday cheer making you forget about your general misery for a moment as you headed out to your shared living room. North was, predictably, already waiting for you, having gotten up early for his morning workout. 

“Merry Christmas bro!” The jock said with a dumb, jovial smile that verged on a smirk. 

You repressed the urge to roll your eyes, and gave a polite, somewhat cold response, “Merry Christmas North.” as you sat down. North didn’t seem to notice your tone, sitting down across from you with a grin.

“Ok bro, you give me your gift first! I think I really outdid myself with my gift, so I want to go last.” North said with a proud smirk and a flirtatious wink. You blushed ever so slightly and scowled. You knew North flirted with everyone, but goddamn it it still got to you. “Whatever.” You muttered as you pulled out a thin box, North’s smile becoming even brighter as you handed it to him. The jock opened up the box, and let out a slight gasp, and then a dumb, joyful guffaw as he pulled the sweater you had bought him. You were actually fairly proud of yourself for having found the gift. It was a classic Christmas sweater, except with a gym bro twist. The sweater had drawings of barbells and running shoes across the sweater in an alternating pattern, with a muscular Santa Claus front and center. It was even a size too small, so that it showed off all of North’s sculpted muscles.

“Bro, this is fucking awesome!” North said, a big grin on his handsome face. He quickly peeled off his shirt, much to your embarrassment, and put on the sweater, which hugged his body just right “Dude this is the best sweater ever! Thank you!” North continued, the look of honest joy and gratitude on his face enough to make you forget your troubles with your roommate, at least for a moment. That feeling quickly faded as North got out a small bag containing his gift for you. Already anticipating having to pretend to like whatever he got you, you reached into the bag… and pulled out what looked to be a vial filled with a strange, silvery liquid that seemed to sparkle in the light. “North? What exactly is this?” You asked, confused. The vial was strangely warm in your hand, and seemed to almost pulse with a kind of energy that radiated importance. “Ok, so, don’t freak out bro, but that? Thats a fucking Christmas Wish.” North said with a grin, as if that sentence made any sense at all.

“...What?” You asked, confused as you placed the vial down for a moment. 

“Oh yeah, I should probably explain a bit more, huhu. Sorry bro, I tend to get a bit excited.” North said with a dumb, charming, grin “So, don’t laugh, but… My dad is Santa.” 

You looked at North for a moment, dumbfounded. If North had been smart enough to pull off a prank, or mean spirited enough to try one, you’d have assumed it was a colossal joke. But the look on his face was completely serious. “You… think your dad is Santa Claus?” You asked, slowly getting up from your chair and backing away slowly

“He is bro! Watch, I can prove it.” North said, getting up as he saw how freaked out you were. He held out his hand… and a strange glow began to emanate from his hand. Suddenly a chill washed into his room, and snow began to fall, seemingly from nowhere. It was snowing. Inside. Your dumb jock roommate was making it snow, inside. “You… are Santa’s son?” You said, feeling yourself grow dizzy as your entire understanding of reality was rewritten

“Uh, yeah.” North said with a slight smile, puffing out his muscular chest with pride “I mean, it’s not how you’d probably think of Santa. He doesn’t go around breaking into houses and giving gifts to kids. It’s pretty fucking hard to explain.” North admitted, his bicep flexing against his sweater sleeve as he scratched the back of his head “My Ma once said something about him being an embodiment of good will? Anyways, that isn’t important right now. All you need to know is that Santa is real, and I’m his son.”

You felt panic growing in your chest as you continued to try and wrap your head around this. Santa was real. Magic was real. Your dumb jock roommate was Santa’s son. You almost began to hyperventilate, until you felt the other man put one of his large hands on your shoulder, and a strange sense of calm and serenity came over it. 

“Sorry bro. I don’t usually use magic on people, but you seemed like you needed a little help calming down.” North said, his familiar dumb, innocent smile on his attractive face. “... Are you going to be ok?” He asked, his voice surprisingly gentle for how loud he usually was. You nodded as you collected yourself, feeling your heartbeat steady in your chest as your breathing slowed.

“So… you’re the son of Santa, or some sort of embodiment of goodwill that calls himself Santa, or something.” You said, wanting to make sure you had everything right. “... why are you telling me this?” “Well… see, every year, Dad gives a special gift to each of his kids. Along with whatever else he gives us, he gives each of us this, a Christmas Wish. It’s basically a magic serum that grants whoever drinks it one wish. We’re supposed to give it to one worthy mortal each year, and this year I picked you bro!” North said with a friendly smile.

“Why though? You barely know me…” You said, a mix of awe at the powerful gift that had been bestowed on you, and confusion at why your roommate would give something so amazing to you, someone he had known for 3 months that barely liked him. “Look, bro, I know you and I have had some… rough patches.” North said, his tone more serious than usual “But, even if you have some issues with my musk and the loud sex… I like you bro! You’re a good guy. Trust me, I’m a great judge of character. Probably a genetic thing.” North said with a joking grin “You’re nice, even to people like me who annoy you. You bought me a great gift, one I know it took days for you to find, even though you don’t even like me. After everything you’ve done, everything your family put you through, you deserve to have something great for Christmas.”

You felt your eyes water up as North’s words hit you. He was literally giving you a wish. You didn’t deserve something this kind, didn’t deserve such a great honor, especially not from someone you had spent months silently despising. “I… I don’t…” “Shh. Just accept it bro. The wish is yours. No regifting it.” North said with a slight chuckle “Now, c’mon. Make a wish.”

Almost in a trance, you uncorked the serum and silently made a wish. If someone had asked you an hour ago what your Christmas wish was, you’d probably have asked for your family to accept you, or to have a beautiful apartment where you could live in style. But after hearing all that from North, you didn’t want either of those things. You knew exactly what you wanted. You felt a warm sensation spread through your body, almost like hot chocolate settling in your stomach, but all over, as you were rewritten. Your muscles swelled, becoming hard and lean, as your face transformed, your average looks being changed into an almost model like pout. In moments it was over, and you stood there, your wish granted. Your body had transformed, turning you into a sexy, shirtless twunk, wearing nothing but Christmas pajama pants.

“Bro, you look fucking incredible!” North said with a shocked but joyful grin “But what the hell was your wish?” You felt a charming smile come over your handsome face as your eyes met North’s, a flash of something happening between you as they did.

“I wished to be worthy of an amazing guy like you.” You said, your new voice a seductive drawl, as smooth as chocolate. “I realized, when you were giving that whole speech about why you think I deserve the wish… I want to be with you. Sure you annoy me sometimes, but you’re also hot as fuck. And more than that, you’re one of the sweetest, coolest, most amazing guys I’ve ever met.” You said, feeling a rush of confidence coming through as you finally acknowledged how you fully felt about your roommate. “I didn’t make you fall in love with me or anything, since that’d be creepy. But, I really would like to go out with you. And if you happen to feel the same way, well I-” You were cut off as North pulled you into a deep, passionate kiss, his stubble slightly scratching your defined cheekbones as the two of you began to make up. After what felt like an eternity, but was also nowhere near enough time, the kiss ended, and you looked at the overjoyed smile on North’s perfect, sexy face.

“You didn’t need to make any changes, you know. I liked you plenty already.” North said with a sappy grin as you ran one of your hands down his sweater, feeling up his muscular chest.

“I know. But I figured a bit more muscle, and some inner confidence, would help me be a better boyfriend. Plus, we can workout together.” You said with a sultry smile, before kissing North again.