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The Hat Stays On
After an office Christmas party, Astarion receives a rather sexy picture.
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Having to wake up after a party is bad enough. Waking up with a pounding headache and the sun slashing its way through the gaps in your curtains to make things worse was hell. It was times like this he regretted ever agreeing to go to parties, but the allure of free alcohol was too tempting to pass.
He groaned, the act of sitting up causing his head to throb and nausea to creep up his throat as he stumbled out of bed, cursing as the tangle of sheets and blankets caught around his feet. Kicking them off to the side with a growl, he made his way to the offending cloth on his window.
“Fuck off,” He growled at the curtains, grabbing them and yanking them all the way shut, covering the room in much welcomed darkness.
Grabbing his phone, he unlocked it, only to be met with an unread message. Great, the office was probably bugging him to come in early or pull a double. Clicking on it, he wasn't met with a corporate message, but a personal one from Jen.
He clicked on it, eyes widening in shock even through the haze of his hangover. There, greeting him was a picture of a man, shirtless, with his pants around his knees, his cock covered only by a barely big enough Santa hat.
His brain stuttered slightly as he felt a jolt of arousal course through him. He couldn't tell who it was, since the head was cut off (or purposely cropped out, knowing Jen) and the quality of the image was blurry. Either that or it was just his hazy eyes. All his mind could conjure up was that it was rather hot.
Jen probably thought she was just being funny, considering the only text she sent under the picture was “LOL”, she probably wasn't expecting him to get all hot and bothered by it. Neither was he, considering the kind of morning this was chalking up to be.
He glanced up at the time on his phone. 7:40. Shit, he was going to be late on top of everything! Tossing his phone onto his bed in haste, he ran to the bathroom to get himself presentable. After a quick puke-shower-dress routine, he grabbed his keys, some painkillers, and his darkest pair of sunglasses before sprinting out the door, determined to find out just who this mysterious…Santa Cock was.
The car ride to the dull, boring corporate building was uneventful. Adjusting his sunglasses as he parked his car in his usual spot in front of the building, mentally preparing himself to deal with customers and co-workers.
“Hey, Star! Looks like you had quite a night!” Karlach greeted him as he exited the revolving doors into the building, grinning at him from the reception desk she was seated behind. He winced as the boisterous woman's voice rattled his still pounding head.
“Quite the night, darling,” He responded, a forced smile on his face. Despite being annoyed by the events of the morning, it was hard to be annoyed at the Tiefling.
As he made his way to his cubicle, his mind trying to formulate phase one of Operation Santa Cock, he ran face first into something warm and soft.
“Watch where you're going!” He snapped, glaring up at the last face he wanted to see right now. Gale Dekarios. The annoying, hairy, chatterbox Team Lead on their floor.
“Good morning to you too, Astarion, but I do believe YOU ran into ME.” He informed the cranky man, a friendly smile on his lips, causing the elf's stomach to do a little flip.
Astarion's gaze flicked down to the other's mouth, feeling his face heating up. Not only was he annoying and hairy, he was also infuriatingly good looking, with his greying hair always pulled back into a neat ponytail and his warm brown eyes always alight with some degree of warmth.
He hated admitting it, but he was harboring a raging crush on the man, which he pretty sure was reciprocated, according to office gossip and the occasional lingering brush on his shoulder or a glance that lasted a bit too long as he walked by.
“Whatever,” He groused, making his way to his slightly over-decorated cubicle.
The rest of the morning dragged by with nothing but irritating customers and not very juicy gossip floating around. Just the very distracting memory of a certain image that inconveniently popped into his head whenever he tried to be productive.
That was, until just before he was going to go on his lunch break, he heard Jen whispering to Alfira, who was in the cubicle next to her.
“So, do you think Astarion knows who was in the pic yet?” He heard Alfira ask.
“I don't think so. I bet if he finds out it's Gale though, he'll flip his lid. You know about his crush on him…”
The rest of the gossip faded out as his brain processed what he heard. It was Gale? No, it couldn't be. Not that he was above doing something like that, he's seen the man do worse things after he gets a few drinks in him, but his brain was firmly denying that it was, indeed, Gale.
He stood, announced he was going on break now, and made his way to the nearby bathroom. He kicked the door open, noticing someone decided to hang garland around the mirrors, and went into the nearest stall.
The whole morning spun in his head. The newest revelation about the hottest picture he's seen in awhile was also his stupid, sexy team lead threw everything in disarray.
He froze, breath catching as the door opened, a figure walking in, whistling a jaunty little festive tune. Peering through the gap in the stall door he noticed it was none other than Gale, his tiny Santa hat hanging out of his back pocket. Astarion waited until he stopped at the urinal and pulled out his dick until he jumped up.
“Ah-ha, so you ARE Santa Cock!” Astarion announced, flinging open the stall door with an echoing slam.
“Wha-Astarion!” Gale squeaked out, not even having time to put his prick back into his pants before the Elf was stalking towards him, looking like he just solved the world's greatest riddle.
“That damn, infuriating picture Jen sent me this morning, that involved THAT.” He pointed at Gale's exposed dick. “And THAT.” He pointed at the tiny hat hanging out of Gale's back pocket. “Plus, I heard her and Alfira gossiping about it earlier.”
“She actually sent that to you?” Gale flushed with embarrassment.
“Yes, and it's been distracting me all day!”
Gale went to tuck himself back into his pants before he felt a warm weight against his back, and a cool grip around his wrist.
“Well, since we're both here, we might as well do something about it.” Astarion's low, smooth voice ghosted over Gale's reddening ears.
“A-Astarion!” Gale gasped, his hand going to Astarion's wrist. “W-We're at work!”
Astarion slid his hands up Gale's arms, pushing at his shoulders to turn him around. Their eyes met, Astarion reading a mix of confusion and arousal in those wide eyes.
“Doesn't that thrill you? Knowing anyone can walk in on us.” Astarion slid his hand up to Gale's jaw, fingers gently resting under his bearded chin. Judging by the flush that spread over his face, and how his cock twitched in anticipation, it certainly did.
Astarion closed the gap between them, pressing his dry lips against Gale's soft, plush ones. Moaning softly, he felt a warm, wet tongue trace the seam of his lips, asking for entrance.
He opened his mouth, feeling a tingling warmth spreading down his body as their tongues touched, setting in his lower back and cock, which twitched with interest as Gale wrapped his hands in Astarion's curls.
They broke away from each other, panting, red faced, with a little fleck of drool landing on Gale's beard.
“I guess you can say it does, considering the reaction it elicited on my cock.” He glanced down, eyes darkening. “From the looks of it, it affected you the same way.”
“Guilty as charged, darling,” Astarion growled, running his hands down Gale's front, toying with the buttons, teasing, as he found the hem of Gale's shirt. Gale shivered, goosebumps springing up on his heated skin as Astarion's fingers grazed through the fine hair of his body, finding a pebbled nipple.
Gale moaned, arching up as Astarion's long, nimble fingers teased the nub into a tight peak. His hand snaked up Astarion's arms, lightly teasing over his ears, before he jerked his head away.
“Uh-uh, darling, you're on the naughty list,” He caught Gale's wrists in his hand pinning them up above his head, ignoring the jolt the touch sent coursing to his straining prick. “No touching the gifts.”
“Don't tell me you don't want me to reciprocate, because that would be a lie.” Gale placed a knee in between Astarion's legs, grinning as he nudged against the impressive bulge he found there.
Astarion gasped, grinding against it, until he cleared his throat, reaching blindly behind him for the strand of red and green garland, pulling it off the mirror. He wrapped the decoration around Gale's wrists, making a pirate of makeshift handcuffs, before pulling them back above his head, pinning them to the tiled wall.
“Please, Astarion,” Gale begged, attempting to thrust against the other man, desperate for any kind of friction.
“All in good time, pet,” Astarion growled, sliding his free hand down Gale's back, lining the hat, and pulling it free.
“Hello, what do we have here?” Astarion grinned, sliding the hat over Gale's neglected, leaking prick, casing him to gasp and thrust into the much needed friction.
“Let's see if this has the same effect on you that it did on me.” He slid the hat almost off, before sliding it back down.
The angle was awkward, and caused his shoulder to hurt, but Astarion has been in worse positions. He continued his minstrations, the rough lining of the hat combined with his grip turning Gale into a moaning, drooling mess.
“Gods, more, please,” He babbled, as Astarion ground into his knee, finding his lips once more, silencing Gale's whimpers with a nip to his lower lip, licking away errant drops of salty sweat that ran onto their lips.
They found a messy, slightly off rhythm, moaning into each other's mouths, biting at each other's lips, until Gale turned away with a gasp, tensing.
“Astarion, I'm going to-” He managed to choked out before spilling into the hat, groaning and shaking. Astarion ground down once more, the delicious sight before him pushing him over the edge, biting his own lip to silence the groan that came out of him.
They stilled, breath mingling as they gathered their bearings. Gale was the first to break the silence when he cleared his throat.
“Well, that's not how I imagined our first coupling to happen,” He huffed out, smiling.
“Imagined this often, have you?” Astarion quipped, taking the wet, ruind hat off of Gale's softened cock, causing him to hiss. Judging by the darkening blush on his face and the sudden aversion of his gaze, Astarion guessed right. In all honesty, he has too. Quite a few times.
“I'll make it up to you proper another time,” He said, tossing the sticky hat into the trash and pulling some paper towels out of the dispenser, offering a few to Gale to clean off with. “Under one condition.”
“What's that?” He asked, taking the towels.
“The hat stays on.”