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Elliot drew closer to Haruto for warmth as they hovered over hot drinks from their favorite coffee cart in the park, their breath mingling with the steam from their cups. No one had expected the sudden cold snap, and Elliot would rather gargle glass than go running with sub-freezing air sawing in and out of his lungs, but he’d had no intention of canceling on Haruto tonight of all nights. He shivered for what felt like the hundredth time and Haruto grinned.

“You know,” Haruto said, leaning in. “We could just go to your car. It’s right over there.” His dark eyes drifted down to Elliot’s lips. “We could get warm pretty fast, I think.”

Elliot smirked and shook his head. He couldn’t let himself get distracted; if he got caught up in flirting with Haruto like usual and they crawled into the car, they’d have their hands down each other’s pants before he could even get the heated seats warm and Elliot would risk getting home late with no time to tidy himself.

“I wish I could, but I’ve got somewhere to be,” he said. “I just didn’t want to miss seeing you tonight, even if I didn’t have time for a run.”

Haruto sipped his hot cocoa and smiled, his cheeks and nose faintly pink with the cold. “You could always skip that party or whatever you’re going to, y’know. I’ve never been a fan of the big holiday dinner thing, but we’ll be doing cookies and a terrible Hallmark movie marathon at my place. Aki wouldn’t mind if you joined us.” He glanced at Elliot out of the corner of his eye and licked his lips. “I could give you a tour of my bedroom. Again.”

Elliot laughed. God, Haruto was so cute even when being horny, and at any other time he wouldn’t have hesitated to rearrange his plans. “I’m afraid someone is already counting on me tonight. It’s a party of two so if I don’t show…” he trailed off and shook his head. “I have to show. I want to show.”

“Hmm,” Haruto downed the last of his cocoa and contemplated his empty cup. “It’s Friday so…Andreas?”

Elliot blinked. Well, that was awkward. His lifestyle was no secret, and he and Haruto were particularly candid with each other when it came to their sex lives, but apparently he was so wrapped up in Andreas that even Haruto knew the schedule.

“Yeah,” Elliot said, his ears feeling suddenly warm in the chill air. “Andreas.” Just saying his name out loud made Elliot’s stomach swoop in anticipation. He swigged more coffee to cover his embarrassment.

“Hey, I get it,” Haruto said, still smiling, though Elliot could sense his disappointment. “You better go then.” He fiddled with the cardboard cup in his hands.

Elliot pulled him in and kissed him soundly. Haruto was practically sunshine personified and Elliot found himself uncomfortable at the thought that he’d made that irrepressible smile cloud over. “If I could be in two places at once, I would. Maybe we can do something for New Year’s Eve?”

Haruto looked bemused, which at least didn’t twig Elliot’s conscience quite as badly as Haruto looking disappointed-but-trying-not-to-be. “New Year’s Eve is on a Friday night too,” he said.

“Oh,” Elliot said, mentally kicking himself. Shit. He was normally a lot more on top of things than this. “I’ll come over this week. We can eat stale cookies and completely screw over your Netflix recommendations and you can reintroduce me to your bed. A lot.”

Haruto brightened. “Cool! Aki likes to leave the tree up until at least mid-January, so this’ll be like I get two Christmases,” he said, grinning wide.

Elliot resisted the urge to groan. Too fucking cute. He grabbed Haruto’s face and pressed loud, smacking kisses to each of his cheeks just to hear him squawk with laughter and also keep himself from doing something stupid, like hauling them into the backseat of his car anyway. “It’s a date,” he said, suddenly determined to show Haruto a good time this week.

Elliot pulled away to toss their empty cups in a nearby trash can, and when he turned back, Haruto’s expression had gone shifty as he fiddled with something in his pocket.

“What’s up?” Elliot said.

“Um,” Haruto began. “So. Aki wanted me to look up some Pinterest tutorials for DIY Christmas tree decorations but she said the ones I picked looked more like cat toys than ornaments, so…” Haruto trailed off and pulled his hand out of his pocket to reveal two fluffy pom poms made of white yarn. He grinned sheepishly. “They’re supposed to be snowballs, I guess? I dunno if you celebrate or not, but if you don’t have a tree at home, I thought maybe Gatsby might like playing with them.”

Elliot smiled as he pocketed the yarn balls. They looked like the fluffy pompoms that currently adorned Haruto’s winter hat. “I’m sure he’ll love them.”

~+~+~+~

Less than an hour later, Elliot opened his door to find Andreas looking unreasonably handsome in a red plaid shirt and fleece-lined bomber. He was loaded down with his usual overnight duffel and a suspicious number of shopping bags.

“I thought we said no gifts,” Elliot said, crossing his arms and raising an eyebrow.

Andreas grinned and edged past him, toeing off his shoes next to the door without missing a beat or dropping anything. “No gifts for you. You said nothing about no gifts for Gatsby.”

“Uh huh. For Gatsby.” Elliot followed after him, not quite prepared to let it drop. “I thought we weren’t making a big deal out of today just because it lined up with Christmas.”

“These are not for you,” Andreas said, acting exasperated. “I said these were for Gatsby.”

Elliot coughed into his hand to hide his grin. “Sure. I believe you.”

Andreas breezed past Elliot, putting the bags down on the dining room table. “I might have also prepared some dough for brioche cinnamon rolls tomorrow morning,” he said, hefting a plastic-wrapped bowl out of the largest bag and into Elliot’s mostly empty refrigerator.

“You don’t have to make anything special just because it’s Christmas,” Elliot protested. “You know I don’t care about this stuff.”

“All the hard work is already done.” Andreas smiled as he unpacked the rest of the bags. “The dough has to sit overnight and then I can whip up the glaze in the morning while they bake. Besides, It’s tradition,” Andreas said.  “I’m making these for me. Luckily for you, I know how to share. You may have one.”

“Hey!”

“...Maybe two.” Andreas winked at him and then turned to pop open a bottle of wine.

Elliot bit back a smile. “Uh huh. And what’s all this?” he asked, digging into a bag of things that didn’t seem to be food.

Andreas stood at the counter as he poured two glasses of red. “I noticed you didn’t have a Christmas tree—”

“You mean I told you I didn’t have a Christmas tree,” Elliot said dryly. “When we had that whole discussion about not making a big thing out of today. Because it’s been years since I’ve felt the need to participate in mass-manufactured consumerist holiday nonsense.” Also, all of his usual dates got busy or went out of town during the holidays and Elliot’s painstakingly crafted sex schedule went to hell for at least a few weeks. He was, perhaps, harboring some unfounded resentment over it, but he wasn’t about to admit that out loud.

“—so I brought one. For Gatsby”.

In response to hearing his name, Gatsby promptly jumped onto the table and stuck his head into the dreaded Bag of Christmas as though he knew it was intended for him. Andreas handed over a glass of wine before Elliot could open his mouth to protest and put on his most sincere and serious expression. “Cats love to climb Christmas trees, don't they?” he said. “Do you want your child to miss out?”

Elliot was aghast. “That’s–that’s dirty pool!” He scowled and took a long swallow of wine. He did not, in fact, want Gatsby to miss out. “Fine,” he grumbled. “Go spread your Christmas cheer or whatever. To the cat.”

Andreas grinned, kissed Elliot’s scowly right eyebrow, and then immediately abandoned him in favor of ferrying the damned Christmas decorations into the living room with Gatsby hot on his heels. Elliot flopped sideways on the sofa with a huff and sulked over his wine while he watched Andreas set up a little tabletop Christmas tree on the coffee table.

“If you wanted a tree Gatsby could climb, I think that one’s gonna be a little small. It probably weighs less than he does,” Elliot said.

“Hush, Ebenezer.”

Elliot smirked and then nearly spit out his wine when Andreas started decorating the tree with little Christmas-themed cat toys, tucking red and green catnip mice and plastic balls with little bells inside amongst the branches. Elliot thought immediately of the two yarn snowballs from Haruto that were still in the pocket of his jacket and covered his mouth, trying to stifle his laugh.

Andreas glanced over his shoulder with a dimpled grin. “What?” he said.

Elliot shook his head. “Gatsby’s gonna get too spoiled this year,” he said. On cue, a sneaky black paw snagged a red striped mouse from the table before Andreas could use it to decorate, and Gatsby carried his prize off to the kitchen where he could slide it around the floor. “I’ll have to buy him sashimi next year or something to top this.”

Andreas laughed and finished off the tree by placing a few oblong kicker toys that looked like wrapped presents beneath it. “At least one of you knows how to properly indulge during the holidays,” he said.

Elliot set his wine glass down on the corner of the coffee table. “I think you know very well that I’m happy to indulge year round.” He reached out with his toe to brush Andreas’ thigh.

Andreas caught Elliot’s foot and dug his thumbs into the instep, right where a light touch would’ve been an unbearable tickle but a firm massage activated a direct line to Elliot’s cock. “Oh, I’m going to indulge you plenty,” Andreas purred. “But I need you to do something for me, first.”

Oh yeah. Fuck decking the halls. This was more like it. Elliot leaned back against the arm of the sofa and let his legs fall open with a sigh.

“Anything,” he said.

Andreas released Elliot’s foot and reached into another shopping bag. “Take your pick: ugly Christmas sweater or reindeer antler headband?”

Elliot came up short. “Excuse me?”

Andreas grinned and waved the items at him. “No kisses—or anything else—until you find a little Christmas spirit.”

“But—” Elliot was horrified. The sweater was a knitted monstrosity of red and green yarn covered in plastic baubles and actual lights. The reindeer antlers jingled. “No. No way.”

“You don’t have to keep it on all night. Just for a little bit.” Andreas draped the truly heinous sweater over Elliot’s lap and set the antlers on top. He crawled up the sofa to nuzzle at a really distracting spot on Elliot’s neck. “I promise to make it worth your while,” he whispered with a meaningful grin.

“N–uh.” Elliot swallowed and tried to ignore Andreas’ lips on his neck. “I mean…no,” he said, fairly certain that was the answer he’d meant to give just now.

Andreas pulled back with an expression that was wide-eyed and innocent and wholly unconvincing. “You mean you don’t want me to jingle your bells?”

“Absolutely not.”

“OK, but what if I stuff your stocking, too?”

Elliot snorted. “Not my preferred fetish, thanks.”

“Nibble your chestnuts?”

“I can’t decide if you're alluding to my balls or my nipples.”

“Why choose one when you can have both?”

“Fair.”

“Egg your nog?”

Elliot felt his mouth twitch. “No. And that doesn’t even make sense.”

Andreas hovered over Elliot’s mouth. “Are you sure?” he said. “I’m just trying to give you a…white Christmas.” He waggled his eyebrows and grinned.

Elliot huffed but smiled in spite of himself. “You done? Been saving all of those for tonight?”

Andreas chuckled and nipped lightly at Elliot’s lower lip, pulling back before Elliot could turn it into a proper kiss. “As a man over 40, I’m afraid it’s my moral responsibility to come up with terrible puns and Dad jokes. Sorry, I don’t make the rules.”

“Uh huh. I’m still not wearing twinkle lights or jingle bells while we fuck. Not if you want me to actually have an erection for any of it.”

Andreas tilted his head with a small smile that immediately put Elliot on high alert. Whenever Andreas got that look in his eye, it meant things were about to go to hell for Elliot in the best way possible. The stomach-swooping feeling from earlier was back.

“Hmm,” Andreas said, slowly flipping open the buttons of Elliot’s shirt. “Am I allowed to try to convince you? I think I can be pretty persuasive if you give me a chance.”

Elliot tried to keep his cool. Shit. He didn’t think there was anything Andreas could do that would actually make cosplaying as a Christmas tree sexy, but Elliot knew he’d probably enjoy letting Andreas persuade him. Over and over again. Persuaded all over the furniture. In multiple positions.

Elliot swallowed and put on his sexiest smirk. “W-well, c’mon then, Daddy. I know you’ve got a package for me to unwrap.”

~+~+~+~

Ten minutes and a quick shower later, Elliot found himself ass up, bent over the arm of his own sofa with a damp towel at his feet and Andreas’ face buried between his cheeks, Andreas’ tongue fluttering teasingly against his asshole.

Persuasion was good. Definitely the right choice.

Elliot gasped sharply when he felt Andreas’ tongue firm to a point and began dipping inside. He spread his thighs a little further and pressed back, and Andreas rewarded him with several long, slow thrusts of his tongue as deep as he could get.

“Fuck…” Elliot moaned. “So fucking filthy.”

Andreas hummed and nipped at one asscheek before ducking down to run the flat of his tongue up the underside of Elliot’s neglected cock, pausing to gently lick over his balls, and then returning again to tease Elliot’s clenching hole. The fact that his sweet, gentleman barista ate ass like it was his last meal on earth was something Elliot deeply, deeply appreciated about Andreas.

“Please, more,” Elliot whispered, lightheaded with want. His legs trembled and the backs of his thighs dripped with sweat and Andreas’ saliva. “Put your tongue in my ass. Put your cock in me.”

Behind him, he heard Andreas’s breath shudder. “Put my cock where, exactly?” A greedy hand tugged Elliot’s asscheek to one side, exposing his spit-slicked hole to the cool air. “Show me,” Andreas growled.

Elliot hung his head and reached between his legs, past his cock and aching balls to rub over the pucker of his asshole, already so tender and open just from being rimmed. He smoothly slid his middle finger in and then out again, tugging on his rim to give Andreas a show. He looked back over his shoulder, uncaring of how desperate or contorted it made him look. ”‘H-here,” he said, eyes fluttering shut as he fingered himself. “Fuck me here.”

“God…” Andreas groaned, and Elliot felt him shift, felt hot breath and then warm wet over his knuckles as Andreas kissed and licked at Elliot’s hole where it stretched open around his finger. Elliot lurched as Andreas pressed his face in hard, spearing his tongue to a point and pushing the tip past Elliot’s rim next to his finger. Elliot whimpered. It was like Andreas was trying to crawl further and further inside him and Elliot was helping him do it, letting Andreas breach every barrier, eagerly and without a single protest.

Andreas drew back on a gasp. “Fuck. Keep going, open yourself up for me…”

Andreas rose to his feet and Elliot pressed his face into the upholstery, listening to the crinkle of the condom and the squelch of lube as he languidly rocked his finger in and out of his body. He felt one of Andreas’ fingers soon join his own, slick with lube, their harsh breaths filling the air as they played with his hole together, fingers massaging past each other in tandem, working Elliot open to take Andreas’ cock.

“It’s enough,” Elliot panted, his toes tingling with numbness from the way he kept trying to curl them into the floor. “Please, please.”

“Shh, okay.” Andreas quickly withdrew his finger but pressed a hand to Elliot’s wrist. “Hold still. Keep your finger there for me,” he said, and before Elliot could think what he meant to do, he felt the hot, blunt tip of Andreas’ cock pressing in along with his finger. Oh god. Oh fuck.

“Ngh…!” Elliot’s breaths came fast and shallow. It was so filthy, so good, and the act of continuing to hold himself open for the invasion of Andreas’ thick cock was pushing Elliot towards some vulnerable, hysterical edge.

“Deep breaths now,” Andreas said, pulling back to add more lube. He lined up again and carefully pulsed his hips forward, sliding the length of his cock in fully alongside Elliot’s finger. Slowly, he began to pull out, and then back in again, working up to a steady rhythm. “God, it’s so hot,” he gasped. “I wish you could see it. The way you’re helping me fuck you…”

Oh, God. Hearing Andreas’ say the words accompanied by the rhythmic fucking of Andreas’ cock in his ass and against his finger was almost too much. His forearm burned with strain, and Elliot cursed when his finger suddenly slipped out.

“Fuck,” Elliot moaned, already missing the stretch. His ass was so loose and open now; Andreas’ cock slid in and out so easily. “Harder,” he gasped. “Fuck me more…Please, god—!”

It was hardly fair. Elliot prided himself on his own powers of seduction; he styled his appearance and manners with care and went to considerable effort to present his partners with the image of an experienced and indulgent lover. And yet, it was all lost on Andreas, somehow. Andreas seemed to enjoy stripping Elliot down to his messiest, neediest, and arguably least attractive self, plying him with relentless affection (and copious amounts of sex), and dedicating himself to making Elliot feel like he was coming apart at the seams.

It was what Andreas always did to him, one way or another. He hemmed Elliot in, opened him up, got inside and filled him until he ached, until things he never intended to say aloud spilled out of his mouth. And every time, one way or another, Elliot found himself a willing participant in the dismantling of his own defenses.

He came back to himself a little at the feel of Andreas’ hand in his hair and grinned. Mmm, yes. A little bit of hair-pulling always got Elliot feeling extra slutty, especially now with Andreas apparently determined to fuck his hole sloppy. He tilted his head back, arching into Andreas’ grip, but the anticipated tug never came. Instead, he felt a strange weight on his head, and then heard the cheerful, silvery tinkling of bells.

God damn it.

“Oh, you fucker,” Elliot growled, his words punctuated by the force of Andreas’ thrusts, the little bells of the antler headband jingling merrily. “This is NOT sexy.”

“I beg to differ,” Andreas laughed, panting. “It’s always sexy when you’re about to come on my cock.”

“Am not,” Elliot lied, gritting his teeth against the swelling tide of hot pleasure building in his guts. Shit, fuck, damn it all. Here he was again, teetering on the precipice of what promised to be yet another mind-blowing orgasm with Andreas, now with a pair of fuzzy antlers perched on his head and the sound of tiny bells tinkling in his ears.

“God…please don’t stop,” Elliot whined, painfully aware of how ridiculous his begging sounded against the rhythmic backing track of jingling bells and the sloppy, wet sounds of Andreas plowing his ass. “I wanna come so bad.”

Andreas increased his pace, hips slapping roughly against Elliot’s ass–the best kind of hard, dirty fuck. “Anything you want, baby,” he said with a clear smile in his voice. “Go ahead and touch yourself, horny boy.”

Elliot groaned and his face burned with embarrassment, but he got his fist around his cock regardless, jacking himself and determinedly ignoring the ever-present jingling of bells. Behind him, Andreas moaned, his rhythm stuttering as he ground his cock deep in Elliot’s ass and came, fingers digging in hard around Elliot’s hips.

“C’mon,” Andreas panted, buried deep and rocking Elliot’s body with little thrusts as he filled the condom. “Pump it out for me.” He ran the tip of one finger around Elliot’s stretched rim and then started to push inside.

Elliot cried out and came, frantically stroking his cock as Andreas’ finger slipped inside again, shooting his load all over the upholstery. Andreas caught him around the waist just as his knees gave out.

Together, they stumbled towards the clean end of the sofa and collapsed, heaving and spent. Elliot got to a mental count of five before Andreas opened his mouth.

“Jingle, jingle, Kris Kringle,” he said, not bothering to disguise the laughter in his voice.

“Ugh. You’re the worst,” Elliot said, but his heart wasn’t really in it. Intense orgasms and righteous indignation seemed to be proving wholly incompatible, and having just had the former, Elliot found he couldn’t muster up much energy for the latter.

“You’re still wearing them.” Andreas’ voice was practically gleeful. “And you’re smiling.”

“And you’re definitely getting out the steam cleaner and cleaning up this sofa,” Elliot said, leaning his head back against the cushions and doing his best to ignore the accompanying jingling. He raised an eyebrow at Andreas and smirked. “That’s what you get for being persuasive.”

Andreas laughed and carefully pulled off the condom, knotting the end and wrapping it in a tissue before tossing it into the wastebasket near the couch. “I would’ve done far more for far less.”

Elliot rose carefully from the couch, only wobbling slightly as he stood. He stretched his arms above his head, shoulders popping in a satisfying way. “I need a bath. And some takeout.”

Andreas stood and urged him towards the bedroom. “Go ahead. I’ll order us something.”

Elliot pecked him on the cheek. “You gonna join me?”

Andreas grinned. “I’ll be there with bells on.”

Elliot groaned but couldn’t help his smile as he headed down the hall, jingling all the way.

~+~+~+~

Elliot awoke the next morning to the homey, mouth-watering smells of cinnamon and vanilla and fresh-baked dough, and the distant sounds of Andreas puttering in the kitchen. He cracked one eye open and the first thing he saw was the reindeer antler headband on the nightstand, slightly bent out of shape now and sporting one or two suspicious stains. The bells twinkled at him merrily in the morning light.

Elliot groaned and was about to pull the covers over his head when his phone pinged with a text notification.

Merry Christmas! Look what Santa brought me! Haruto had sent a picture of himself sporting a rather remarkable blue sweatshirt covered in dolphins wearing little Santa hats.

Elliot smiled to himself. Cute, he sent back, and he meant more than just the shirt. He was going to have to buy Aki some earplugs as a Christmas gift.

“You look happy,” Andreas said, entering with a cup of coffee in hand.

Elliot sat up and took it. “Thank you. And I am. Best Christmas I’ve had in a long time.”

Andreas settled next to him. “I’m glad. Merry Christmas.”

“Merry Christmas,” Elliot said, and realized he meant it sincerely.

Andreas bit his lip and produced a small box wrapped in Christmas paper from his pocket and laid it on Elliot’s knee.

Elliot raised an eyebrow. They’d agreed on no gifts, just like they’d agreed on not making a big deal out of the holiday.

“I know, I know,” Andreas said quickly. “But I saw these and thought of you. Before we discussed our plans for last night.”

Elliot took a long sip of his coffee, and watched with one eye as Andreas grew increasingly sheepish. Finally, he sighed and set down his coffee cup. “There’s a present for you in the dresser. Top drawer.”

Andreas laughed and retrieved his gift. He rejoined Elliot on the bed with a wide smile, and ran his fingers over the wrapping paper on the box. “We really do know each other, huh?”

“We should,” Elliot said. “We’ve been dating for over six months.” Even as he said it, it seemed hard to believe, given everything that had happened this year and the people who were in his life now. “It has been a year for making new friends.”

Andreas smiled. “I’m happy I finally have a…friend. It’s nice to spend Christmas with someone other than family.”

“Mm. I haven’t done anything special for Christmas for years.” Elliot contemplated the little box containing his gift, and tried to remember the last time he’d even done a gift exchange with someone. Other than distant childhood memories, he came up empty. He shook his head. “Thank you for putting in the effort. Even though I asked you not to. This has been…really nice.”

Andreas leaned in and kissed Elliot’s cheek. “Hopefully we can do it again next year?” Andreas said.

Elliot smiled into his coffee cup.

“Yeah. Hopefully we can.”