A Spoonful of Sugar: A We Three Kings Christmas Story

By AE Lister

FROM POPULAR AUTHOR OF LGBTQIA ROMANCE AE LISTER

A We Three Kings story

A kinky interlude over the holidays brings three men closer as their unconventional relationship evolves from casual to serious.

Scott Vernier met Jericho Griffin and Pascal Olejatz at a Halloween party in October and soon became casually involved with the kinky, committed pair.

Over the course of the holidays, the men struggle to find time together outside their busy schedules and finally make space for each other over Christmas week. Scott finds himself craving more of a committed relationship with these wonderful men and tiptoes around the issue to find out if Jericho and Pascal feel the same.

Scott's dreams of expertly delivered medical play already a vivid reality, the men introduce him to more deliciously subversive scenes including teacher-student role play and invite him to dabble with imaginary non-consent.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Pride Publishing
• Release date: Dec 7, 2021
• ISBN: 9781839431616

AE Lister

Alison Lister is a Canadian non-binary author. They write graphic erotic romance (contemporary/historical/paranormal) as AE Lister, and sweet Young Adult LGBTQ+ romance as Alison Lister. She/he/they

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A SPOONFUL OF SUGAR

AE LISTER

A Spoonful of Sugar

ISBN # 978-1-83943-161-6

©Copyright AE Lister 2021

Cover Art by Claire Siemaszkiewicz ©Copyright December 2021

Interior text design by Claire Siemaszkiewicz

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We Three Kings

A kinky interlude over the holidays brings three men closer as their unconventional relationship evolves from casual to serious.

Scott Vernier met Jericho Griffin and Pascal Olejatz at a Halloween party in October and soon became casually involved with the kinky, committed pair.

Over the course of the holidays, the men struggle to find time together outside their busy schedules and finally make space for each other over Christmas week. Scott finds himself craving more of a committed relationship with these wonderful men and tiptoes around the issue to find out if Jericho and Pascal feel the same.

Scott’s dreams of expertly delivered medical play already a vivid reality, the men introduce him to more deliciously subversive scenes including teacher-student role play and invite him to dabble with imaginary non-consent. 

Trademark Acknowledgements

The author acknowledges the trademarked status and trademark owners of the following wordmarks mentioned in this work of fiction:

A Spoonful of Sugar: Robert B. Sherman and Richard M. Sherman

Mary Poppins: Buena Vista Distribution

St. Laurent Shopping Centre: Morguard

Toys R Us: Children’s Supermarket Inc.

The Source: The Source (Bell) Electronics Inc.

La Senza: La Senza International Canada

Moxie’s Grill & Bar: Northland Properties

Apple: Apple Inc.

Mutt and Jeff: Bud Fisher, Al Smith and George Breisacher

Dr. Jekyll & Mr. Hyde: Robert Louis Stevenson

Craigslist: Craigslist Inc.

ChristianMingle: Spark Networks USA LLC

The Devil Wears Prada: Twentieth Century Fox

Hot for Teacher: Eddie Van Halen, Alex Van Halen, Michael Anthony & David Lee Roth

Chupa Chups: Perfetti Van Melle

Caligula: Albert Camus

Skittles: Wm. Wrigley Jr. Company Corporation

M&Ms: Mars Incorporated

Sugar Babies: Tootsie Roll Industries LLC

Absolut: The Absolute Company Aktiebolang Corporation

Tupperware: Dart Industries Inc. dba Tupperware Home Parties Corporation

Lego: Lego Juris A/S Corporation

Energizer Bunny: Energizer Brands LLC

Batman: DC Comics General Partnership

Chapter One

A Thorough Treatment Plan

Christmas was coming, and even though I didn’t have a partner and children to spoil, I had to think about my parents and siblings. We didn’t go overboard with gift-giving over the holidays, but the adults in the extended family were expected to provide a few thoughtful presents to the nieces and nephews.

The men I’d met at a Halloween party and subsequently gone home with in October, Jericho Griffin and Pascal Olejatz, hadn’t been available to meet up in person much this month, although we’d kept in touch via Facetime and text. I was busy, too, with marking and assessments.

I mentioned to Pascal on one of our phone calls that I had gift shopping to do, and he said he did as well and that maybe we could meet up on a weekday when the stores weren’t crowded and go together. He said Jericho did most of his shopping online, but he liked to see what he was buying then bring it home to wrap.

So, Pascal booked off the following Thursday, and we went Christmas shopping at St. Laurent Center. I swung by their place, and Pascal was waiting on the front step, wearing jeans that showed off his muscular legs and bubble butt, black leather boots, and a short wool jacket, with a gray scarf wrapped casually around his neck.

Hello! he said cheerily as he got into the passenger side. He leaned in and kissed my cheek. How are you, Scott?

Good! You ready to face the masses at St. Laurent Center in December?

It shouldn’t be too bad, since it’s a weekday.

I reversed out of the driveway and headed east. Oh, it’ll be bad—but hopefully tolerable.

I was right. Even on a weekday, Ottawa’s favorite mall was full of shoppers looking for exactly the right gift or loading up with several. I had to search for a parking spot but found one fairly close to the entrance. The crowds would be worse on the weekend, so I was grateful we had a window of opportunity.

Where do you want to start? I asked Pascal as we entered the large, modern shopping center in Ottawa’s east end. The giant Toys R Us sign shone blue and yellow above us.

I have some things I need to get there. At least most kids will be in school, so there should only be parents with babies shopping.

Sounds like a plan, I said, and followed him into the cavernous and fully stocked store.

There were a number of moms and dads carting their little ones around and trying to score gifts, but it wasn’t too bad. The occasional toddler went into tantrum mode, but Pascal and I efficiently managed to get what we were looking for and book it out of there.

Next? I asked, after we’d dropped our packages back at the car.

Is there a gaming store here? I want to get Jericho a couple of the new releases, Pascal said.

We popped into The Source, and he found the games he needed.

Right. Now, how about a clothes store? I suggested.

Sure.

We made our way along the concourse and were about to pass La Senza when Pascal shouted out, Hey! Vincent! and lifted his arm in a wave.

A charming young man with light brown hair and intense blue eyes, who was dressed in tight jeans and a soft T-shirt looked over and smiled. He was holding a folded jacket over his arm and a blush-pink La Senza bag by the corded handles.

Pascal. Hi.

He waved, and nudged the arm of the arresting shorter guy who was accompanying him.

Hi, Nic. What are you two shopping for? Oh wait, let me guess, Pascal said as we approached.

Vincent held up his pretty bag and blushed a lovely shade as Nic chuckled and raised his eyebrows.

Oh, just a little something pretty for my favorite boy, that’s all. Who’s your friend? he said, scanning me from head to foot.

Nic embodied the spirit of pure androgyny, although dressed toward the male side, but I’d have to be careful about what pronoun I used. I thought he was a guy, but I couldn’t be entirely certain. Luckily, Pascal had the courtesy to assist me.

This is Scott. Scott, this is Nic. He’s a friend of mine, and Vincent’s partner-slash-Dom.

Nic inclined his head, evidently pleased with this description. Nice to meet you, Scott.

Same. I shook his hand.

And this cutie-pie is Vincent.

Oh, come on, Vincent said, rolling his eyes at Pascal and shaking his head in embarrassment but still smiling. Nice to meet you, Scott.

You as well.

Doing some Christmas shopping? Nic asked. He wore clunky motorcycle boots, loose black jeans and a soft leather jacket over a black button-down shirt. A pair of mirrored sunglasses were pushed back on his short, untidy hair, the sides of which were shaved close. His hazel eyes pierced mine with intelligence and curiosity.

I liked the look of him, and Vincent was adorable.

Yeah, I said. I don’t have much to get, but I don’t want to be anywhere near the malls in a few weeks.

I hear you, Nic said. We got most of ours done last month. But Vincent decided he needed some more lacy underthings, and I couldn’t say no.

Ha-ha, Vincent said.

Okay, that’s not entirely true, Nic admitted. The fact is, I enjoy buying him beautiful things to wear for me, and he enjoys indulging my eccentricities. And he looks so pretty in them. Nic gave Vincent a sweet look, and Vincent bloomed with obvious pride under his gaze.

I tried not to picture this beautiful man standing in front of me in pink and baby-blue lace. I failed.

Where’s Jericho? Nic asked.

"Working hard, as usual. I booked the day off to do some shopping and brought our new patient with me."

Oh-ho! How nice. And what exactly is ailing Scott here? Nic asked. He seemed fully aware of Jericho’s sideline as a pretend medical practitioner. What prompted him to, ahem, seek treatment?

Now Vincent was looking me over and awaiting my answer with obvious interest.

Pure desperation and a chance meeting, I said. I was literally on death’s door. Luckily, I fell into very good hands.

Yes, Pascal agreed. I’m happy to say his treatment is going superbly well. But there will need to be follow-up visits for quite some time, I’m sure.

I laughed. Yeah, I’m counting on it. Can never be too careful.

We were going to get some lunch, Nic said. Would you boys like to join us?

I glanced at Pascal for cues.

Sure, he said. Scott?

Absolutely.

All right, Nic smiled. Why don’t we get a table at Moxie’s? It’s just down the road. It’s Vincent’s favorite. He shot Vincent a loaded gaze, which made the young man’s cheeks darken even more.

Vincent whispered Sir… and ducked his head.

Hmm. I’m missing some kinky subtext here.

Okay with you, Scott? Pascal checked.

Sure. Anything but the food court, honestly.

Pascal laughed. I hear you.