The office party was bustling -- everyone on the floor was there; all the members of Teams 5, 6, and 7, as well as the secretaries from the pool. Ezra looked up from his well-spiked eggnog to watch Nathan open his Secret Santa gift. The man's eyes were bright with anticipation and Ezra felt his breath catch as the dime store wrapping paper fluttered to the floor. Nathan's eyes, wide just a moment before, narrowed now and the smile on his face disappeared quicker than Santa up the chimney.
Nathan began scanning the room, with a look of disappointment and anger on his normally cheerful face. Ezra shrank back, but he'd been leaning against the wall and he found his options limited. However, a small break opened up in the crowd and he dove for it, scooting quickly out into the hall. Ezra let out the breath he'd been holding and then gulped down the last of the eggnog, disposing of the paper cup in the nearest trash receptacle.
He ducked into the unlit office space Team 7 called home, easily found his desk, and leaned against it. He'd meant the gift to be a joke; well, mostly. However, Nathan apparently hadn't seen the humor in it.
"Ezra? You in here?" came Nathan's voice from the doorway. Ezra held his breath. "I saw you slink in here, so answer me."
Ezra kept quiet, not even daring to move, but it did him no good. He wasn't as invisible in the dark, deserted office as he'd hoped; there was too much light filtering in from the fluorescent bulbs lining the hallway ceiling. Nathan stepped into the office space, walking right toward him.
"What is the meaning of this?" Nathan was holding out the small gift box.
"The meaning of what?" Ezra asked, more calmly than he felt.
"This Secret Santa gift. I know it's from you."
"If it's a secret, then how do you know?"
"It's Armani," Nathan accused.
Ezra raised an eyebrow, but then realized that Nathan probably couldn't see the subtle change in his expression. "And you assume I am the only one on the floor in possession of good taste?" he asked.
"It's underwear," Nathan said, his voice low.
"Really?" Though he should have known better, Ezra found himself asking the eternal question. "Boxers or briefs?"
Nathan's teeth were undoubtedly clenched tight as he replied, "It's ... a ... thong."
Ezra just smiled, though he knew Nathan could not see that expression either.
"And am I to presume they aren't your color?" Ezra failed in holding back a small laugh.
Nathan sputtered. "M-my color? Ezra, you gave me underwear -- red silk underwear. At the office Christmas party. You think that's funny?"
"Maybe. Then again, maybe it wasn't meant to be," Ezra found himself saying. "Not entirely," he added under his breath.
"Of all the self-centered, arrogant, stuck-up...." Nathan's voice trailed off, obviously at a loss for any more insults. Ezra decided to help him out.
"Egotistical? Poncy?"
"Poncy. I would never say poncy," Nathan replied irritably.
"Candy-assed? Limp-wristed? Cocksucker?"
"Cocksucker ... you, ah, you trying to tell me something?" Nathan asked, anger still lacing his voice.
"No. I pretty much thought the gift covered it."
"So, are you ... offering something?"
"Again, I refer you to what you hold there in your hands."
A moment later, Ezra heard the box land on the desk beside him, and his heart sank. Then he felt Nathan's hands wrap around his waist as the man stepped forward, closing the distance between them. Nathan's lips closed over his own as they traded breaths. It was more than he could have hoped for, more than he'd dreamed possible. He slipped his arms around Nathan, hugging him close, then he moved his hands down the man's well-muscled back, down to his firm ass.
He'd kill for this ass; hell, he'd already killed to protect it.
Nathan's hands had move up and were now cupping Ezra's face. Nathan pulled back, suddenly breaking the kiss, but it was too dark for Ezra to discern anything in the man's shadowed eyes.
"We can't to do this here," Nathan said. His low voice made Ezra's toes curl.
"Where then?" was all Ezra could manage to say. He was having a hard time catching his breath, which was having a dizzying effect on his mind.
Nathan looked around the office space, and then stepped back, grabbing Ezra's hand. He pulled him toward Chris's office.
"No," Ezra breathed, but he wasn't sure Nathan heard him. If Chris caught them ... if he ever, EVER found out that they'd used his office for ... for -- Ezra could only hope what -- they would be dead meat, flayed and roasted.
"The only place. Unless you care to cozy up in the janitor's closet?" Nathan suggested and Ezra stopped dead in his tracks, shaking his head from side to side. "I thought not. Now, get your ... your poncy-ass into that office!"
Ezra allowed Nathan to drag him inside, and then he just stood there as Nathan closed and locked the door.
"Ezra, help me with these blinds." At Nathan's words, Ezra moved, almost on automatic pilot. His mind was still reeling. Nathan had kissed him. On the lips. He'd been right. He hadn't been sure for the longest time, it seemed too ... cliché to be possible. After all, sometimes bickering really was nothing more than thinly veiled hatred. And they certainly disagreed on enough things for that to be the case. However, recently, he'd felt something more whenever they'd fight. He knew it was wrong, abnormal, but he couldn't stop it from happening. For the past few months, each time they'd fought, usually within earshot of at least a few of their team members, it had given Ezra a raging hard-on, to the point where he'd actually had to excuse himself more than once for a little private session of tension relief in the men's room. Never the ideal situation nor the most pleasant of atmospheres, but he'd actually felt that desperate; it was what finally drove him to rig the Secret Santa game so that he would draw Nathan's name. No one had suspected a thing, and he planned to keep it that way.
Suddenly, Nathan grabbed him and pushed him up against Chris's desk. Ezra noticed the man had lost his sweater and shirt and now stood, pressed against him, bare-chested. It didn't seem fair. Ezra began to tug at his tie as Nathan's fingers started in on the buttons of his shirt. Nathan made quick work and was soon pushing both Ezra's shirt and his jacket from his shoulders.
Nathan ran his hands over Ezra's chest, as if he were seeing it, feeling it, for the first time -- though he'd administered enough field dressings that the territory ought to have been at least somewhat familiar. Nathan's chest, however, was new ground for Ezra and he delicately brushed his fingertips over the firm muscles, the broad shoulders, and the bulging pectorals.
"God, you are a handsome man," Ezra heard himself say. Nathan didn't reply, at least not verbally; he pressed his lips gently against Ezra's and they felt as soft as rose petals. Ezra wrapped his arms around Nathan, spreading his legs and pulling him close. He wrapped his legs around Nathan's waist when he felt the man's swollen cock press up against his own. Nathan moaned against his lips and Ezra took the opportunity to tease his tongue forward, between and inside.
Nathan began sucking on his tongue and Ezra couldn't help but think that even this man's spit tasted sweet. He was aching now, with need, with building tension. Nathan was driving him wild. No one had ever sucked on his tongue like this before, as if he was sucking on his cock. Ezra felt the first droplets of cum begin to wet the fabric of his underwear.
He reached down and began to undo Nathan's belt and then the button and fly of his trousers. Nathan has his tongue in Ezra's mouth now -- tasting him, possessing him -- running the firm muscle around and over his own tongue and palette. He pushed Nathan's pants from his hips, then Ezra pushed the man back, sliding down his body to his knees and taking Nathan's thick, hard cock into his mouth.
Ezra swirled his tongue over the head, licking at the slit, coaxing the bitterly sweet droplets from the head. He reached between the man's legs, to cup his large, heavy sac. Nathan moaned as he placed his hands in Ezra's hair, caressing him, urging him on. Ezra had no trouble granting Nathan's wish; he opened his mouth wide and took Nathan's hot cock as deeply as he could, licking and sucking along the entire length. The head pressed against the back of his throat and Ezra had to consciously fight the reflex to gag -- but he wanted this too much to stop now.
He grabbed Nathan's ass, bringing them together, taking Nathan's cock in all the way to the balls before easing back, until his mouth was wrapped only around the head again. Ezra teased under the sensitive rim with the tip of his tongue until he felt Nathan quiver, his hips bucking forward. Then Ezra rose to his feet, dragging himself up the length of Nathan's body, kissing every inch of skin along the way. He paused for several minutes first at one nipple and then moving to the other; all the while, Ezra was working his own pants loose and down his hips.
Finally, Nathan took him by the shoulders and pulled him up, until they were face to face. Ezra could feel the man's warm breath on his face, but in the darkness, his expression was still unreadable. It unnerved Ezra for a moment, but then Nathan was kissing him again, and all thoughts of self-doubt and anxiety vanished.
Nathan pressed himself against Ezra's body, until every inch of skin, from their chests all the way passed their thighs, was in contact. Ezra could feel the heat radiating off Nathan's body, penetrating his own; he could no longer hear or see, but he could feel, as if, until this moment, his nerves had been completely numb. Nathan shifted and suddenly their long, hard cocks were pressed together. Nathan moved again, rubbing against Ezra's sensitive flesh. Ezra began to move as well, until they were rocking against each other, moving their hips forward and back, up and down, rubbing their penises together in a swift and smooth dance of their bodies.
Ezra tightened his arms around Nathan's waist, as if he could possibly pull him closer. Nathan kept moving as Ezra felt his knees go weak. He was certain he was moaning now, whimpering, maybe even crying out Nathan's name at the top of his lungs. He wasn't sure. Everything in the room seemed to be spinning, until suddenly, nothing existed except the tightening in his loins, the building of pressure, and then the explosion that sent wave after wave of electricity coursing through his body. His hips bucked forward against Nathan. Ezra felt the slick warmth between them, coating their stomachs.
He leaned back against the desk again, just as Nathan began forcefully thrusting against him, pushing his penis over the slickness Ezra had created, sending shocks and tingles up his now overly sensitive cock. Nathan removed his arms from around Ezra's neck and slipped them beneath his arms, wrapping his hands onto Ezra's shoulders. He was thrusting hard now, pushing up against Ezra's firm stomach and thought of this man doing this to him from behind, actually thrusting so powerfully into him, had Ezra coming a second time.
At some point, they'd pushed all the clutter from Chris's desk and were now lying on top of it, panting. With his arms still wrapped around Nathan, he could feel the shocks and tremors still flicking over the man's body, mirroring his own lingering sensations of what they'd just shared.
Nathan began kissing him once their breathing began to return to normal, and it seemed the most natural thing in the world, that this man would want to cuddle afterward. Ezra smiled, nearly laughing with giddy happiness at the one thing he never truly believed could happen. After all, it was Christmas, and Ezra never received anything he wished for. He'd learned to be content with simply looking at all the beautifully wrapped presents, the anticipation far more satisfying than anything else. Until now.
"So, you really were my Secret Santa?" Nathan asked after a spell and Ezra nodded. "Kinda funny that, 'cuz I was yours."
"Oh, the irony," Ezra said. "Because all I really wanted for Christmas was you."
~ The End ~
On The Third Day Of Christmas...
December 26, 2002
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