STOCKING FILLER

by elfin


“...If they’d cooked the sprouts any longer, they would have been algae.”

Closing the office door behind them, Stephen chuckles, snatches the pink paper party hat from his head and watches Nick brush the white fluffy pom-pom, hanging from his red Santa hat, away from his face.  He’s been wearing it all day despite the Ebenezer Scrooge attitude; it’s a paradox Stephen can’t quite wrap his head around. 

“You know what Christmas lunch in the canteen is like, it’s the same every year!”  It’s no defence but these contradictions between Nick’s Christmas whining and his actions have been confusing him for days.

Nick just shrugs and picks up the papers from his desk, the ones he was reading before dragging Stephen to the university canteen to join in the festivities with the rest of the staff before they broke for the holidays.

“What are you doing for Christmas?”  

Dropping the papers back to his desk, Nick shrugs.  “Mince pies, whisky and The Great Escape?”  The pom-pom falls into his face again and this time Stephen is in time to lift it away, dropping it to the back of his head, unable to resist the urge to slide his hand over the furry white band at the base of the hat and his fingers into the hair at the back of his neck.

He asks with a sly smile, “Want to do me instead, Santa?” 

Nick grins.  “That depends, have you been naughty or nice?”

“Naughty.  Very naughty.”  He reaches up, brushing a few strands of blond back behind Nick’s left ear.  “Do you have the outfit to go with this hat?” 

Dropping his head back, Nick laughs; that wonderful rich sound that makes Stephen think of mince pies, brandy butter and blowjobs.  He shakes his head.  “Sorry.”

“Don’t be, I’d want you naked anyway.”  He smirks and takes a step closer, hand settling momentarily at Nick’s waist, index finger tracing the waistband of his jeans before sliding across and down, thumb following the outline of his semi-erect cock through the soft denim.  Nick’s eyes widen just slightly but surprise doesn’t stop him pressing into Stephen’s palm or snatching a kiss to his mouth.  “Look,” Stephen whispers, “Santa came early with my present.” 

Nick groans.  “Santa’s definitely going to be coming early if you keep that up.”

It’s Stephen’s turn to groan.