Santa canned from job...

[azraelz_angel]

:(

This just broke my heart a little:

Longtime Mall Santa Out in the Cold

I personally have never been to the mall and seen this guy, but if the guy has been there since like 1993, has a huge following, and didn't do anything to get fired, why fire him?

I'm sure that money played a huge factor in this decision.

It just makes me sad.

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On an unrelated note, I really need to stop filling my jouranl with random posts and fill it with fic.

I have lots of fics currently in the works. One, possibly three, should definitely be done by the end of this weekend. Go muse go!

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[azraelz-angel.livejournal.com]

I should not be reading this while at work.

*whimpers*

[amara-m.livejournal.com]

Then I shouldn't tease you with the rest of what I have. *nods*

[azraelz-angel.livejournal.com]

I will beg for it if needed...

[amara-m.livejournal.com]

Jensen tries to redirect his energy into the shoot.

Of course, what follows would have to be the scene where Mitch is all over him. He leans in, sniffing and he’s all heat and chin and eyes and Jensen almost can’t breath. Mitch knows. Jensen knows he knows.

The man doesn’t even need to look down.

“That’s it for tonight.”

Jensen makes his way off set fast, figures he’s got time to beat off and change and with any luck Mitch will be gone for the night.

“You running away from me, boy?”

Jensen stops, the tone enough to make his body react without his brain engaging. He opens his mouth, closes it and shakes his head. “Just getting out of costume.” And fuck if that was the wrong thing to say. Mitch’s eyes fell on Jensen’s crotch and the thick line of his cock that no rearranging of his jeans was going to hide.

“Probably a good idea. Wouldn’t want you staining anything.”

Jensen’s pretty sure he should close his mouth, but he can’t seem to make his brain work enough, so he turns instead, heading into his trailer. Mitch crowds up behind him without being invited, his body harder than Jared’s, all firm and strong and right the fuck on top of him.

The door is barely closed behind them and Mitch is crowding him into the wall, his hands on Jensen’s hips. Jensen swallows and makes a play at getting away, but there’s a knee between his legs, pressed up against his hard on and Jensen gasps out a word.

Mitch leans in, slow heat and cool fire. “What was that, boy?”

Jensen clears his throat. “Rules.”

Mitch raises an eyebrow and nods appreciatively. “I take it I’m not wrong then. You his boy?”

Jensen nods haphazardly, knocking his forehead against the wall a little. Mitch’s smile is…disturbing and hot, all at the same time. “He know you’re coming on to me?”

He switches to shaking his head. “Just…he mentioned…I thought…fuck.”

His grin grows, his hands sliding off of Jensen’s hips, down the front of him, into his pockets. His hands are hot, gliding over and around Jensen’s cock before one emerges with his phone.

Mitch keeps his whole body pressed up against Jensen’s while his hand slides over the phone, opening it and thumbing through his contacts until he finds the one he’s looking for. Jensen can hear it ringing and he concentrates on breathing and not coming on the spot from the heat leaking through his pocket where Mitch’s other hand still rests.

“Hello, boy.” Mitch says it with this long sound that makes it curl deliciously in Jensen’s ear. He’s holding the phone so close Jensen can hear Jeff’s intake of air, his hesitation. “Been a long time.”

Jeff’s voice stutters out a greeting and Jensen knows that feeling. That moment of uncertainty. “Mitch.” It’s almost terse, a little hard.

[azraelz-angel.livejournal.com]

*whimpers* Oh this is just so freaking hot!

And now I have to leave work and leave the computer for a few hours.

Hopefully, *insert Sam Winchester puppy eyes here*, there will be more...