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Pleading the Fifth - Part Two: Unwrapping a Present

Summary: Now that Astarion and Halsin spent the night together, the desire they feel for one another strengthens and Astarion wants to treat Halsin to a little gift.

Rating: Explicit

Length: 6,328 Words

Relationship: Halsin & Astarion, Halstarion

Modern!AU, CEO Halsin and Lawyer Astarion.

Yet again, thank you so much to @tatterings & @lotsofthinkythoughts for beta-ing and reviewing. I wouldn't be writing without you two. <3

Part One on Tumblr or AO3 // Part Two on AO3 & Below

Part Two

The following morning, Astarion woke up pressed between Halsin and the chaise, his legs and arms sprawled across the larger man’s body. Both his eyes and mouth were dry and the corners of his eyes were crusty. His typically coiffed waves were spiraled in all directions. His bangs flopped down onto his forehead. He blinked into the distance and took a half-lidded look around the office. Towels and blankets littered the floor, and the soft morning sun filtered through the sides of the window shades. Underneath him, Halsin stopped snoring; he twitched slightly as he was awakened by the shift in pressure at his side. He opened his eyes, blinking blurrily until they focused on the white puff of hair below him.

Halsin ran his fingers through Astarion’s silky strands and pushed them from his forehead. The muscles in his arm ached, sore from last night’s exercise.

“There you are,” Halsin joked with a smile, “Good morning. How did you sleep?”

Astarion blinked slowly up at him with a straight face. Halsin’s hand trailed down to brush away some dried spittle that lingered on the corner of Astarion’s mouth with his thumb.

“Mmph,” Astarion grunted in response before laying his head back down. His nose pressed into Halsin’s neck.

“Ah, not a morning person. Our afternoon meetings make a lot more sense now,” Halsin said with a chuckle. He ran his fingers softly up and down Astarion’s back, noting the way his fingertips caught on a few ridges on the lawyer’s skin.

“And you being a morning person makes perfect sense,” Astarion mumbled into Halsin’s skin.

Halsin chuckled and pressed a kiss into Astarion’s forehead, his hand cupping Astarion’s jaw. He gently tilted Astarion’s face upward. Halsin leaned down, pressing his lips to Astarion’s, and kissed him slowly. Their tongues gently danced against one another, neither one of them caring about the taste of their morning breath. Astarion moaned happily into the kiss; the sides of his mouth curled into a smile. Halsin pulled away, his teeth slightly dragging against Astarion’s bottom lip.

“Let me buy you breakfast,” Halsin whispered against his lips. “A coffee. Croissant. Anything.”

“If you insist,” Astarion laughed softly and pushed himself up from Halsin’s embrace.

Both men moved to sit up. Halsin ran his tired hands over his face and through his hair as a makeshift comb. He pressed his hands onto his knees and stood up with a grunt.

Most of the morning was spent in contented silence as both men wandered through the office; it could bear no evidence of their after-hours activities. Astarion shuffled along, pulling on his clothes and tidying up the office. Halsin jogged up to the roof to retrieve the empty bottle, glasses, and shirts from the night before; he took special care to clean any remaining residue from their endeavors. As Halsin walked back into his office, he caught Astarion bent over, placing the neatly folded blankets back into the closet.

Halsin’s eyes trailed down Astarion’s back and saw a handful of raised, scarred circles dotted over his skin. He frowned as he observed them, wondering how he had missed them entirely during their shower together. The marks looked as though they had been mindfully placed to keep them well-hidden. Curiosity pulled at him. Not wanting to cause unnecessary awkwardness, he chose not to ask about them and pushed it to the back of his mind for now. A heaviness in his chest lingered momentarily, but faded once Astarion turned around and greeted him with a smile.

Astarion plucked his shirt from Halsin’s grasp and thanked him with a kiss on his cheek.

The men took one last look around the room and nodded at their job well done. Without a word, Astarion strode out of the office and turned to look at Halsin.

“Stay there a moment,” Astarion requested, as his hand lingered on the door handle. “I’m going to close this. In five seconds, I need you to scream as loud as you can.”

Halsin cocked his head in confusion and a wide smile crinkled his eyes. “Very well,” he said, amusement rising in his voice.

Astarion closed the door and took a step back, counting down the seconds. Nothing. He smirked to himself and opened the door again. “Did you do it?”

“Yes, I did. As loud as I could possibly yell,” Halsin laughed.

“Interesting,” Astarion said. His eyes glittered with mischief.

“Why?” Halsin asked using Astarion’s same inflection. “You’re not planning on killing me, are you?”

Astarion looked up at Halsin with wide, innocent eyes. “No, no. Just wanted to test a theory. Don’t worry about it, darling,” he said with a wave of his hand.

Halsin’s eyebrows pinched together. His thoughts spiraled to what Astarion could have up his sleeve. He defaulted to ideas that were not workplace appropriate, and his heart pounded in his chest. Halsin shook his head and exhaled at the lawyer, letting him have two secrets for now.

After breakfast, they parted ways with a kiss and a promise; they would keep in contact over the weekend until their standing meeting on Monday afternoon.

Halsin returned home for the evening. He padded around the dark hardwood floors, checking his phone as it buzzed, embracing the warmth of contentment with every message received from Astarion. For the first time in a long while, Halsin’s shoulders did not sag with the weight of loneliness that often came with how isolated his property was. Instead, while chatting with Astarion, he found comfort in the quiet solitude of his home.

Late into the night, Halsin had texted Astarion that he was heading to bed for the evening. Astarion’s reply was almost immediate:

What are you wearing?

Moments later, Astarion’s portrait glowed on Halsin’s caller ID. His heart skipped a beat before he answered. His inquiry devolved into a heated, breathy conversation which ended with both men’s hands wrapped around their own cocks and covered in their own spend.

Their texting conversation carried on throughout the day Sunday. Both men sent pictures of their events for the weekend. Halsin stayed home to clean up his house after not having been there in about a week, while Astarion had been invited by a friend to go to a drag show.

That evening, Halsin’s phone vibrated in his pocket every few minutes. Images of Astarion’s friends dancing and wearing lingerie poured into Halsin’s phone. Halsin smiled as he scrolled through them, admiring the slightly drunk grin plastered upon Astarion’s face.

You are a vision, Astarion. Let me know if you need someone to give you a ride home, Halsin texted.

Yu jst want 2 see me agin 😘, Astarion sloppily replied . His horrible grammar, unheard of during their normal communications, pulled a laugh from Halsin.

That is true, but I will not intrude on your night out. I only want for your safety, my heart, Halsin replied. Before he had the opportunity to lock his phone, three little dots jumped along the bottom of his screen as Astarion typed out his response.

AwwWw, so cute. Im saf. 😇Promise. The dots popped up immediately after Halsin received his message. Next tim ur coming with me.

Halsin’s thumbs pecked out his response: Are you going to be performing in lingerie like your friends? His thumb hovered over the “send” button. He bit his lip as he sent his response.

You wuld like that, woulnt you? 😈, read Astarion’s reply.

Absolutely. Halsin smiled at his phone. He felt himself swaying side to side as he sat on his bed. He nearly laughed when he realized he could kick his feet at how giddy Astarion made him feel. It was like he was a teenager again, waiting for his crush to call him after school.

Astarion’s response was suddenly free of typos and emojis: That could be arranged. The animated dots appeared again, and moments later, a second half flickered onto Halsin’s screen: If you’re good enough.

Halsin sucked in a deep breath as he typed his reply. Looking forward to it.

Their chats dwindled after that, but Halsin tossed under his blankets waiting for one last text from Astarion letting him know he got home safely.

He received a picture of Astarion with one of his friends, a shorter girl with long black hair and bangs, kissing him on the cheek that read: Made it home safe. Can’t wait to see you tomorrow.

Halsin smiled to himself, his cheeks aching from grinning all day. He set the alarm on his phone and snuggled down into his bed, quickly falling asleep.

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The following Monday, Halsin sat behind his desk, although the word ‘sitting’ had to be used loosely. He was nearly vibrating with energy; his leg bounced as he read and re-read his emails. He glanced over at the clock as it ticked closer to noon.

Astarion had messaged him an hour ago. It was a picture of his calendar reminder of their meeting with a text that said: See you soon.

Halsin had not been able to focus the entire morning, even before the text. He had gone to the gym in his building as soon as he arrived to burn off some of his energy, but it did not help.

Halsin felt silly at the way he felt nervous about seeing Astarion all of a sudden. His heart had raced since he woke up that morning. They had seen each other regularly for years prior and he had never been jittery. He had always been pleased to see his lawyer, and had thoroughly enjoyed his company and friendship over the years. But that pleasure paled in comparison with the intensity he felt now.

He showered, sprayed on cologne, and walked around in a circle. He made eye contact with himself in his office’s bathroom mirror. A smile pulled at the sides of his lips.

“Get it together, Halsin,” he told the mirror, “It’s just Astarion.”

He noticed that his eyes dilated at the mere mention of his name. Halsin groaned. The feeling of his heart pounding in his chest returned; he sucked in a deep breath to calm himself as he left the bathroom and sat behind his computer.

After the first hour passed, Halsin was caught up on work. The pressing matter of his legal troubles would come later - whenever Astarion got there. His meeting was four hours away. Halsin stood up and decided to keep busy by making his rounds, speaking to his employees, checking in on their projects and chatting about their weekend.

He had gone through ten floors before he found himself back behind his desk once again, his leg bouncing, and watching the time slowly tick away.

Right on time, the ding of the elevator sounded and Halsin’s eyes shot up from his desktop. Astarion waltzed out, a hand in his pocket and a smirk upon his face.

Astarion’s body language was clear - he knew he was being watched from the moment he stepped into the lobby. Halsin’s mouth fell open as Astarion leaned over the receptionist's desk and smiled at her, engaging in some friendly banter as he normally did whenever he came in.

He wore a new suit. Under his coat, was a deep burgundy jacket paired with a silky, black button up and a matching black tie. He wasn’t wearing his glasses today, but instead accessorized with a golden watch, his trademark hoop earrings, a few shiny rings, and freshly-polished black leather shoes.

Halsin stood up, adjusted his trousers in the front, and walked around his desk to lean against his door frame. He crossed his arms, taking in the absolutely stunning man in front of him. Astarion glanced over and gave him a wink before returning to his conversation. Halsin’s breath caught in his throat and he clenched his jaw to maintain his composure. A curl dropped down onto Astarion’s forehead as he spoke. He dragged his fingers through his hair to put it back into place.

Halsin’s heart pounded in his ears. His fingers dug into his bicep and before he knew it he was yelling across the floor, "Astarion! I don't have all day!"

Astarion jumped and looked over at Halsin. His head cocked over to one side with his eyebrows raised. He licked his bottom lip before slowly dragging his teeth over it.

The office had gone silent; everyone’s heads turned to look at Halsin and then over at Astarion. Halsin felt a blush rise to his cheeks. He had never raised his voice before to anyone.

Astarion apologized to the receptionist and stood up straight, pulling his satchel up his shoulder. His eyes blazed with intrigue as he made his way to Halsin’s office. He maintained eye contact the entire time, seemingly blind of the curious onlookers.

Halsin stepped to the side and let Astarion pass through; he pulled the door shut just a little too hard, for good measure. The window shades fell shut with two quick pulls of the cords.

Just as the shades fell to the bottom of the window frames, Astarion dropped his satchel. He rushed at Halsin, grabbing him by the collar and pressing him up against the wall. A wicked, teasing grin lit up his face.

"Oh, I love it when you play boss with me,” Astarion leered, leaning in close. He rose to his tiptoes to do so. “You made everyone think that you’re mad at me, but they have no idea."

Halsin’s hands cupped each side of Astarion’s face as he pulled him into a desperate kiss. His tongue teased across the lawyer’s lips. Astarion opened his mouth and pressed his thigh between Halsin’s legs, pulling out a moan from the larger man.

Halsin was already half-hard in his slacks. Halsin’s hands moved from Astarion’s face to his waist, pulling him in closer, flush against his chest and firmly against his groin. Halsin pulled his lips away, breathless, and rested his forehead against Astarion’s.

"I missed you," Halsin said softly against his lips.

"It's been a day and a half," Astarion replied, leaning into his tall frame.

"I don't see your point," Halsin smiled, leaning forward to give him a quick peck. "You look phenomenal… but if you expect me to take anything you say seriously today, you chose your wardrobe poorly."

Astarion took a step back and did a little spin, smiling as Halsin lustfully ogled him from his position against the wall. “Well darling, normally I wouldn’t hide all of this behind layers when I see you, especially now,” he admitted coyly.

Halsin swallowed, completely transfixed on the lawyer’s movements as Astarion shrugged off his coat and tossed it over the desk. Halsin’s hands clenched into fists, his fingernails digging into his palms.

“But there was just… something about the idea of you unwrapping me like a present that intrigued me,” Astarion turned around, bringing his finger up to his lips in faux thought. His eyes dragged down Halsin’s massive form and he smiled, pleasantly delighted by Halsin’s feral, hungry gaze.

Halsin pushed himself from the wall. But before he could pull Astarion into another kiss, the smaller man’s hands grabbed Halsin’s wrists. Halsin allowed himself to be guided backwards until he felt the chaise on the back of his calves. Astarion gently pressed his hands against Halsin’s chest and forced him back onto the cushioned seat.

Halsin looked up at him, pupils practically taking up his entire iris, dilated in lust. Astarion brought up one of his smooth, polished shoes and pressed it onto Halsin’s throbbing groin. Halsin whimpered at the pressure, wrapping his large hands around Astarion’s leg, and rutted himself up against the sole of Astarion’s new Italian shoes.

Astarion pressed harder onto his groin, pulling out a moan from Halsin. "Ah, ah, ah, these were expensive. Untie them please."

Halsin’s hands slid down his leg and eagerly untied the knots in his laces. Astarion pulled his leg away, agonizingly slowly, and switched his feet. He pressed the hardened bottom of his other shoe onto the larger man’s aching member.

“And this one," Astarion commanded. His hands perched on each hip as he loomed over Halsin.

He grinned at Halsin’s restraint; Halsin’s teeth dug into his bottom lip, leaving indents behind in an attempt to control himself. Halsin untied Astarion’s shoe then grabbed his calf once more and pulled him closer, whimpering softly at the added pressure against his crotch. He ached to press kisses into Astarion’s shin, but just as soon as his lips brushed against the soft fabric of Astarion’s slacks, the lawyer pulled his leg away.

"Sweet Halsin, I didn't say you could touch me yet,” Astarion chastised, clicking his tongue in disapproval. He slowly took a few steps back. "You're going to sit there like a good boy and watch."

Astarion tugged at his tie, pulling it from its perfect knot, and tossed it on over to the desk.

“Seems like you’re the one doing the unwrapping,” Halsin huffed and leaned over, bracing his elbows on his knees. Halsin noticed a twitch of Astarion’s lips at his comment before he composed himself.

“Hmm, you’re right. But I’ve known you for years now. Your tells are obvious to me; I knew you would like this more,” Astarion replied, his fingers undoing the buttons of his shirt. It revealed a matching black tank top. Halsin swallowed, his throat bobbing visibly.

Astarion turned to face the desk, away from Halsin, as he let the shirt slowly slide down his arms. He delicately folded it atop his coat. Halsin admired the lean muscles that rippled along Astarion’s back. Halsin squinted at the lawyer in curiosity. More straps peeked from the fabric of the tank top.

As Astarion grabbed his undershirt on either side and pulled it above his head, Halsin’s eyes widened. Astarion continued to face away, so only the wall would witness his giddy smile. He heard a gasp catch in Halsin’s throat.

Wrapped around Astarion’s pale torso were several matte black straps. The straps met in the middle and rose vertically along Astarion’s spine. They were attached to a fabric collar circling Astarion’s throat. More delicate straps descended his sides, accentuating his hips before disappearing into his slacks. Lingerie. He was wrapped up like a present, indeed.

Halsin’s mind flashed to their conversation yesterday. That could be arranged. If you’re good enough.

Halsin slid his hand against his slacks. His fingertips grazed over his erection that pulsed against his thigh, gingerly stroking it as Astarion removed each garment. His cock pulsed at the slightest touch. A small wet spot of pre-cum soaked into the fabric of his pants. His other hand rested under his chin as he leaned forward.

Halsin’s eyes locked onto Astarion as he followed every movement. Desire pooled deep and ached inside Halsin’s stomach. Never before this moment had he felt a stronger urge to tear anyone apart with his teeth– to lick every divot Astarion had on his body from head to toe. Halsin’s mind went hazy with the need to devour Astarion. He needed Astarion to satisfy all of his senses.

Most of the time Halsin was a patient man. But watching him was excruciating. It was as though his skin was vibrating. His jaw clenched and he huffed out a breath of air. He wanted Astarion carnally.

Astarion pushed his toes onto the backs of his shoes and kicked them to the side. His rings hit the desk with a clatter. His hands shook slightly with excitement as they caressed his own body, sliding from his ribs down his waist, toward his belt. He hooked his thumbs behind his belt, pulling at it slightly.

He was being an insufferable tease. Halsin smacked his lips, trying to remedy the dryness in his mouth. “Astarion…” Halsin whimpered softly.

A wry smile tugged at the corners of Astarion’s mouth. He unlatched the leather belt, pulling it from the loops then placed it on the desk. His hands drifted back to the button of his slacks, undoing them slowly and sliding down the zipper.

His hands slid tauntingly over his skin as he tucked his fingers into the waistline and pushed down his slacks over his ass, bending over at the waist, until the fabric bunched at his ankles.

Astarion’s asscheeks looked almost damp as they glistened. Tucked in between his cheeks was a black lacy thong. Above the waistband of the panties was a banded garter belt resting snuggly against his hips. Halsin’s eyes followed the suspenders on the belt down; hooked into the thick bands of the black mesh stockings. The stockings accentuated Astarion’s well-muscled legs; Halsin’s cock pulsed again in response to the sight.

Astarion turned around and leaned back against the desk. Halsin’s eyes trailed upwards, taking in every detail of his outfit. Astarion shivered with delight; he felt like a three-course meal, set before a starving man.

Astarion’s cock pushed against the delicate fabric of his lacy panties; its flushed head slightly peeked up over the waistband. Around his chest was a matching bralette with a lacy leaf design covering up his nipples. The entire set was decorated with little golden studs where the straps connected. He looked expensive– like a piece of art painted by the finest renaissance artist.

Astarion, as though he had practiced choreography, bashfully looked down to the floor. He ran his hands up his thigh, grazing over the fabric covering his cock, and up his stomach. As his fingers pulled at the strap of his bralette, he raised his eyes to Halsin’s hunched-over figure. Halsin’s own erection pushed at the seams of his pants as he gawked, slack-jawed at the man in front of him.

"Astarion," Halsin whispered, pulling himself to the edge of his chair. "Please... Let me touch you."

"I’ll allow it,” Halsin moved to stand. “But only if you crawl.”

Halsin glanced up at Astarion and laughed, shaking his head and smiling wildly.

There was no question from him. In an instant, he dropped to his hands and knees and crawled over, his throbbing erection bouncing between his legs, straining against his slacks. Halsin pressed his lips to both of Astarion’s mesh-covered feet, then kissed his way up Astarion’s legs.

He paused for a moment to drag his wide tongue over the fabric covering Astarion’s cock. The lawyer shivered at his ministrations. Halsin sat back on his feet, and wrapped his large hands around Astarion’s hips. Astarion ran his fingers through Halsin's hair and took a small step closer.

"Do you want me, Halsin?" Astarion asked, his tone dripping with seduction.

Halsin had no voice; Astarion had stolen his breath away. He could only press his forehead and nose against Astarion's stomach. He nodded, a whimper rumbling in his throat.

“Well, well,” Astarion said, "You're an obedient pup, but way too quiet. I like it when my dogs bark. Do you want me, Halsin?"

"More than anything," Halsin choked out, as he looked up at Astarion. He smiled wide and brought his mouth closer to his lover’s twitching cock. Astarion pressed his hips forward as Halsin slid his tongue over the fabric once more, sucking on his length through the lace.

Astarion gasped softly, before pulling his hips backward. "Then beg,” he said, his voice a little unsteady.

Halsin dismissed his command with a smirk. He had been teased long enough. His hand pressed into the skin on Astarion’s inner thigh as his tongue slid along the edge of the fabric, trying to get a taste of him. Halsin’s mouth watered as it brushed against Astarion’s tender flesh. Astarion shivered and tightened his grip on Halsin’s hair. A warning.

Halsin again disregarded him, and nosed his way under the fabric. His teeth nipped at the edge of the lace and pulled until Astarion’s throbbing erection sprang loose.

Halsin had just opened his lips to wrap them around the head of Astarion’s cock when he felt a sharp tug at the crown of his head. Astarion had pulled his head backwards, away from his erection. It glistened at the tip, wet with pre-cum. Halsin pleaded with Astarion using only his big, round eyes.

"You can't beg with my cock in your mouth,” Astarion spat, his nose crinkling in mock frustration. He grabbed Halsin’s chin and pulled his mouth open, “But if you want it so badly then take it."

He thrust his cock into Halsin's eager mouth. A surprised moan vibrated the head of Astarion’s cock as it hit the back of Halsin’s throat. Halsin moved his hands to rest on Astarion's asscheeks, fingers pressing into his skin, letting Astarion grab him by the hair and fuck his mouth. Halsin’s eyes closed in focus, gagging only for a moment, before controlling his breathing.

"You seem to have forgotten who's actually in charge here. I don't give a shit whose name is on the door, Halsin,” Astarion grunted, sliding his cock deeper until Halsin’s nose was flush against his pubic bone. "You'll know your place soon enough."

Tears pooled in Halsin’s eyes but he moaned in agreement. Astarion gasped as Halsin pulled back just slightly. The larger man sucked on his aching shaft and swirled his tongue around the head of Astarion’s cock.

Pressure bubbled low in Astarion’s groin. Halsin felt Astarion’s grip tighten even further on his hair, and his belly fluttered with excitement as he prepared himself for Astarion’s climax. To his surprise, Astarion pulled his hips away. Astarion shoved at Halsin’s chest, hard, and he fell onto his back onto the office floor.

Halsin opened his mouth to protest, but Astarion took a step closer to him.

"Take off your pants... Now,” the lawyer commanded, his cock bobbing as he drew in ragged breaths.

Halsin nodded and immediately pulled his shirt from his pants. He unfastened his belt and then his pants buttons, his fingers slick from the lube Astarion used to prep himself. Halsin toed off his shoes. In one swift motion his pants and underwear were off and kicked to the side. Astarion stepped over his legs and placed his feet on either side of the large man’s torso.

“You’re going to do as I ask.” Astarion said as he brought up a foot and gently pressed it onto his neck. "Beg, Halsin."

Halsin gasped, eyes wide in shock. Astarion added just a little bit more pressure, but not enough to prevent him from breathing. Halsin admired how controlled he was with his body and nearly grinned.

"Astarion, please..." Halsin choked out.

"Please what? Tell me what you want."

"You. I want–” Halsin corrected himself, “I need to fuck you. Please."

Astarion paused and stepped off of Halsin. He dropped to straddle Halsin’s waist. "No."

Halsin sucked in a deep breath. "What?"

Astarion’s hand darted behind him; he pulled aside the panty string and pushed Halsin's cock against his prepped rim. His eyelids fluttered at the pressure against his entrance.

"I'm fucking you."

Astarion slowly slid down until he was flush with Halsin's skin. Astarion stilled for a moment as he gasped, not nearly as prepared as he was when he was at home. He rose up just slightly and pressed back down. Halsin groaned and panted with every movement. His hands came up to cup Astarion’s lace covered chest, pinching his nipples through the fabric. Astarion shivered and rocked his hips up and down Halsin’s shaft

“Your office is soundproof, Halsin,” Astarion moaned as he filled himself entirely, tip to root with Halsin’s cock. “And I want to hear all of the pretty noises I’m pulling out of you.”

Halsin involuntarily let out a moan.

“That’s a good boy. Just like that,” Astarion said breathlessly. He leaned forward and gently pressed his hands around Halsin’s throat, pressing firmly on either side of his neck. Halsin’s eyes rolled to the back of his head with each push and pull of Astarion’s hips. The large man whimpered as he got closer to release.

Halsin’s hands dug into Astarion’s hips. With each rise up, he pushed Astarion back down. A tear trickled from the corner of one eye and down the side of his face as the pressure built inside of him.

Astarion slammed himself again onto Halsin’s cock and Halsin made a choking noise. He thrust his hips up Astarion, emptying himself inside. Astarion grinned and slowly released his grip on Halsin’s neck as Halsin’s cock pulsed deep within him.

Halsin’s vision blurred for a moment before he sucked in a deep breath, letting out a little breathy laugh.

“Fuck, Astarion,” Halsin exhaled, unable to hide his delighted smile.

Astarion leaned forward and pressed his forehead against Halsin's and kissed him softly. Halsin chased his lips as Astarion pulled back.

"How are you doing, darling?" Astarion said softly, his hands brushing gently against Halsin’s neck. Halsin sighed happily and stroked Astarion's cheek with his thumb. He pulled the smaller man down and kissed his cheek, jaw, and neck.

“You didn’t come yet,” Halsin murmured against his skin.

“You’re observant,” Astarion whispered, a smile spreading across his face, “and we’re not done.”

Astarion lifted himself off of Halsin’s cock, feeling Halsin’s spend dribble out slightly. Halsin grunted at the over stimulation.

“I told you that I’m fucking you,” he purred.

“Mmm, and I thought you just did,” Halsin said, and raised his eyebrows as Astarion leaned over to the chaise. He grabbed the pillow resting on it and settled between Halsin’s legs.

“Lift up for me,” Astarion said softly, patting Halsin’s thigh. The larger man complied, planting his feet into the ground and lifting up his hips for Astarion to slide the pillow beneath him.

Halsin eyed Astarion curiously as he leaned back to his pants and pulled out a tiny bottle of lube. Halsin chuckled deep in his chest and willingly spread his legs, shifting down slightly.

“Oh, I see,” Halsin said, smiling softly.

His smirk disappeared quickly as Astarion pressed a finger against Halsin’s entrance. Halsin, already relaxed from his orgasm, sighed and gasped at the pressure. Astarion’s finger slid in easily and pushed against his walls, not waiting too long before a second one joined, massaging and kneading the muscles. He curled his fingers slightly until he found Halsin’s prostate, caressing the sensitive bud. Astarion spread his fingers to press around it.

Halsin’s hand gripped into his skin. Despite just climaxing, his cock hardened again as jolts of pleasure rolled through his body. He pulled his arm over his face to bite down on his own muscled bicep.

He was burning up, consumed with need, as though every nerve in his body was pleasantly on fire. Halsin groaned into his elbow and lifted his legs up higher as Astarion slid in a third finger. It wasn’t enough. His mind raced back to their first night together. How he stretched around Astarion’s girth and how the curve of his cock always hit the exact spot it needed to. It had become a craving; his mouth watered impatiently, and his cock stood fully erect and dribbling at Astarion’s skillful touch.

Astarion seemed satisfied with his work and pulled out his fingers. Halsin moaned at the loss of stimulation, only to gasp as Astarion pressed himself against Halsin’s entrance. His cock pushed inside easily, and Astarion rolled his hips slowly, sliding in and out by mere inches.

Halsin whined with frustration, “Don’t do this to me, Astarion,” he begged.

“Do what?” Astarion replied, chuckling as Halsin squirmed. He quickly learned he adored to tease the larger man, especially when he was so eager and needy for him.

Halsin opened his mouth to reply, but then Astarion was faster. The lawyer grabbed his leg and pressed it against his chest, letting the back of Halsin’s knee rest on his shoulder, and rutted deep inside of him.

“Oh gods, thank you,” Halsin whined, as he wrapped his other hand around his over-sensitive cock and slowly stroked it. He hissed as his hand rose up over the head of his arousal. Goosebumps rose on his skin with each pull.

Astarion admired how unabashedly unraveled Halsin became at his touch. He had never felt more desired and beautiful than when he was with Halsin. Even before this weekend, prior to going this far, Halsin always gave Astarion his undivided attention. He would never let a meeting pass by without showering him with praise or appreciation. He was always polite, kind, and considerate. But that was just… Halsin.

Astarion swallowed and refocused his thoughts. He pressed his forehead on the inside of Halsin’s thigh and gazed at the wrecked man in front of him. With every push, Halsin’s muscles tensed as his mouth fell open. At every thrust, Halsin’s little hitches of breath escaped him.

Halsin removed his arm from over his eyes and tried to focus his blurry eyes on the man in between his legs. He savored the way Astarion’s arms wrapped around his thigh, and how his muscled torso rippled with each thrust inside of him. He couldn’t help the keening noise that escaped the back of his throat as he marveled at Astarion’s beauty. His hand uncontrollably pumped his cock as his eyes cascaded down the lawyer’s body, stopping to admire every piece of fabric that adorned it.

Astarion shifted lower and slowly pressed up inside Halsin. His body shivered with pleasure as his cock was enveloped by Halsin’s warmth and pressure along the entire length of his shaft. He pulled out from Halsin’s ass and rutted against his prostate with a steady rhythm, causing both men to become short of breath.

“A-ah, y-yes,” Halsin moaned softly, a pitch higher than normal, “There, Astarion. Right there…”

Astarion obliged, quickening his pace and shortening his thrusts, grinding himself against Halsin’s prostate. Halsin tightened around him and arched his back, unable to tear his gaze away from Astarion.

“So beautiful,” Halsin gasped as his toes curled, his cum spilling all over his hand and shirt, crying out and shuddering through his second orgasm. Astarion followed shortly after, slamming himself all the way into Halsin, blushing up to the tips of his ears as he climaxed and filled him with his spend.

His muscles relaxed, and Astarion let out a breath, groaning and shaking through each wave of pleasure that shot through him. Halsin’s head fell back as his chest heaved with exhaustion. A dopey smile was plastered on his face.

Astarion pulled himself out of Halsin and lowered the larger man’s leg down. Halsin unbuttoned his shirt and tossed the cum-soaked fabric to the side. Astarion crawled up Halsin’s body and laid down on top of him, resting his head on top of his hands. Halsin twitched as the aftershocks hit him and closed his eyes, humming contently as his fingers lightly brushed against the soft skin on Astarion’s arms.

“So, I must have been good enough,” Halsin said quietly, making Astarion huff out a small laugh.

“You disobeyed me half-way through,” Astarion reminded him.

“Mhmm, I couldn’t help myself. You are magnificent. The most striking and intelligent person I’ve ever met. Any time you ask it of me, I will get on my hands and knees, and I will worship the ground you walk on,” Halsin shamelessly praised.

Astarion turned beet red and hid his face in his hands. Halsin’s praise was different when he spoke it while the men were in the heat of passion. But to hear this heartfelt adoration tumbling out of his mouth without prompting him made Astarion’s heart pound in his ears. “Halsin, please, you don’t have to. You can stop,” Astarion said softly.

Halsin lifted his head to look at the man on top of him. He pulled Astarion up on his chest so they were face-to-face.

“Astarion,” Halsin said in a soft, low voice as he cupped the younger man’s jaw, “I am not… This isn’t… I want to be with you.” He paused for a moment to gather his words, his chest still rising and falling as he caught his breath. “You’re not someone with whom I want to have a quick fuck and then part ways. I desire you for more than what you offer me - sexually or otherwise.”

Halsin pressed a kiss against Astarion’s plump lips and smiled.

“I want to take you on a date. Or dates, if you’ll let me. I want to get to know you even more, and learn about you. Both the good things…” He paused, a hand delicately traced one of the raised blemishes that peeked over his back, “and the bad.”

Astarion shivered, frowning slightly at the tenderness Halsin showed for him. It was not common to speak to another person who could read him so well. Let alone a partner who could also communicate their feelings, instead of shoving them down to fester.

Yet again, Astarion was embraced in Halsin’s healing aura, feeling safe in his arms and unafraid to be vulnerable. Halsin patiently watched as Astarion’s eyes bounced back and forth, scanning over his face. Halsin allowed him all the time he needed to process everything he laid out on the table.

“You want to take me on a date?” Astarion asked, blinking in confusion. Halsin nodded, brushing his nose against Astarion’s, still smiling softly at his lover.

“Many dates, but I’ll happily take even just one,” Halsin murmured against Astarion’s lips, pressing another kiss against them. “Anywhere you want. Anything you want. I’ll give you the world.”

Astarion laughed softly and shook his head, “And here I thought I was the smooth talker.”

“I’ve got many skills to show you,” Halsin smirked. His confidence was warranted, but it still caused Astarion to roll his eyes.

“Very well,” Astarion smiled. “This Friday, then.”

Halsin wrapped his arms around Astarion’s torso and squeezed him into a tight hug. He pressed a kiss to his cheek, jaw, then neck. Astarion laughed at Halsin’s excitement and let himself be squished, relaxing into his lover’s embrace.

#astarion #halsin #oakdaddy #halstarion #bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #bg3 astarion #fan fic #astarion fanfiction #astarion x halsin #halsin x astarion #halsin/astarion #astarion/halsin #fan fiction #my work

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FabFiveFeb - Scott

Author's note: Been a while since I've uploaded anything, so I hope the format is okay. Also, this may be the shortest fic I've ever written!

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Wake-Up Call

Scott Tracy woke slowly, letting his consciousness take its time coming back online. He vaguely remembered tumbling into his bed the night before, and a brief review of sore muscles and assorted bruises told him that staying there might be a good idea.

International Rescue had had a rough week. Back-to-back rescues had kept them running all over the globe, until Scott and Virgil had both maxxed out their flight hours, and Gordon was right behind them. No one argued when Grandma shut them down for 48 hours. Scott even allowed himself to be forced into postponing his usual early morning run.

Now, he lay on his side, watching the sunlight filter through the curtains from the balcony and wondered what had awakened him from his first lazy morning in far too long. The waves down on the beach and the various tropical birds that shared Tracy Island were too familiar to have roused him. He did have a vague sense that something was going on today that he should be remembering, but his brain wasn't fully in gear yet. A TI meeting? He didn't think so. There were reports to be complete for both the family businesses; but again, that was too commonplace to stand out.

He was just debating whether a shower might wake him up a bit when he heard it: soft footsteps, a rustling sound … someone was in his room, behind him, blocking the door. Instincts - learned at a time and place far behind and yet ever with him - had him freezing in place even as his brain protested that he was safe at home.

And then came the whispering.

"Shh!"

"You shh!"

"I'm not the one tripping over those flippers you call feet!"

Instantly, Scott knew exactly who was there, and exactly what was about to happen. He felt someone bump his mattress, and then they were right behind him. He readied himself as a voice hissed:

"On my count - five, four, thr-"

Taking full advantage of the element of surprise, Scott flung himself over with a roar, wrapping one arm around each of his startled, shrieking youngest brothers and dragging them onto the bed with him. There followed a minute or two of wrestling - and laughing - and then three Tracys lay breathless across Scott's mattress.

"See," Gordon huffed after a moment, "I knew you couldn't keep quiet."

"Me?!" Alan squawked indignantly.

"Guys," Scott interrupted before things could get out-of-hand again, "Maybe we should leave the stealthy stuff to Kayo, huh?"

"Fair," Gordon conceded as he sat up. "Now come on. John's down, and he's making pancakes."

"Yeah," Alan added. He scrambled to his feet and grabbed Scott by one arm, pulling him along. "Happy birthday, Scotty."

#fabfivefeb #tagfic #thunderbirds are go fanfic #fabfivefeb 2024

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naamahdarling · 1 year

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This is my best baby boy Beans! He’s a rescue cat that we estimate to be about a year and a half old. He’s very sweet and enjoys cuddles and naps. He also likes to play fetch (especially with his bird toy that cheeps), knock things off tables, and climb into dresser drawers. He only eats select flavors and textures of wet Fancy Feast and drinks filtered water from his cat fountain. He is frequently so desperate for attention that he will stand on the side of our tub-shower behind the shower curtain while I shower.

BEANS!!!

He's like your totally normal best friend who has a totally normal job, right? Like, he works at Game Stop and likes to hang out on the weekends and watch movies and play video games. But he's also this weirdly proficient self-taught cook who learned everything he knows off of Youtube/Tiktok, and has his own channel where he reviews microbrewery beer or fast food or something -- not in a mean way, he's very funny. He's loving and supportive, the kind of person that would pick you up from the airport, no worries, even if he doesn't like it. He would ride into battle with you, tbh, but doesn't like conflict. Mostly he just wants to have fun with his life, and cares less about his career than about the quality of his relationships. He puts a lot of work into them, and is adored in turn. He has the sweetest eyes anyone has ever seen.

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i am feeling too much about our captain tonight

Jonny wonders what it says about the state of things when he gets the call from Brisson instead of Patrick.

The call is brief, professional. Awkward, stilted.

“There’s just–just so much to do. Things are really coming together pretty quickly. He’s actually in the air now. Going back home. He just want–I. I just wanted to make sure you heard from–you know–just heard about it, now that it’s official.” Pat pauses, gathering his thoughts, his courage. Then, more delicately, “He just wanted to make sure you knew, Jon. And he wanted to make sure you knew that this wasn’t...” He trails off with another pregnant pause. “It’s just about hockey. Not..not anything else.”

When Jonny lets that go without reaction, Pat continues–slipping quickly back into agent mode after that momentary detour into something akin to friendship–going on to explain what’s going to happen, at least what the plans are right now. “The paint’s still a little wet but you get it.” Jonny doesn’t get it actually. He doesn’t get it at all. He wants to go back in time three minutes and decline this phone call.

He continues to listen with half an ear as Pat outlines the plans. When the calls are officially going to be made, what the teams are planning to post on their respective socials, the statements that are going to be released.

“We’re drafting some things for Patrick now. Want something for him to review when he lands. Kyle and Danny are both getting something together too.” Another of those loud silences. Jonny hears an inhale of breath and then, “We’ve got some time if...if you wanted to maybe...” Pat trails off and Jonny just lets the unspoken question hang for a moment. And then one more. “Just something to think about. Again, like I said, still plenty of time.”

But there isn’t really plenty of time, is there? Jonny thinks as Pat wraps up the call. There isn’t any time left at all.

The rest of the week feels like a dream––well, not really a dream. But not quite a nightmare either.

He walks from the kitchen into his office and forgets why he came in here in the first place. He then turns to go back only to pivot and head into his bedroom, only wonder why the fuck he’s in there now too.

He searches high and low for his phone to find it on the charging pad, right where he left it before hopping in the shower.

He drives all the way to Fifth Third only to remember that he actually left the house to pick up a grocery order.

He keeps losing count on his reps in the gym so he’s not even really sure if he’s hitting his performance goals but decides he doesn’t give a shit and just puts down the bar. He tries to breathe through a sudden pressure in his chest and behind his eyes and avoids making eye contact with the trainer he’s working with. When he feels like he can breathe freely again, he settles back down for another set and thinks about nothing but the rep count.

He goes to bed early just to spend most of the evening staring at his ceiling.

The days move on, simultaneously quicker and slower than usual, and the trade whispers turn into a roar.

He ignores calls and texts from his mother, his father, David, Dave, Sharpy, Duncan, and Crow.

Brisson sends him a text when more of the finer points have been finalized. Paint’s dry now, Jonny thinks. Brisson’s follow-up text has another questioning nudge about a statement but Jonny leaves him on read.

He waits for something from Patrick–a text, call, hell a fucking email, anything–and is sorely disappointed.

You should reach out, a traitorous part of his mind whispers and he viciously tells it to shut the fuck up as he increases the incline on the treadmill.

He wakes up too early from a terrible night’s sleep, reaching for someone who isn’t there. He hears an echo of laughter as he tries in vain to slip back into sleep. Good morning. The memory filters in, hazy and soft and warm. There’s a smile in those familiar blue eyes and Jonny can feel the joy in it. I know. It’s too early. Go back to sleep, babe. He throws off the covers with a curse and goes to take a shower. It’s quick and cold and he doesn’t think of anything at all.

He finally FaceTimes with Brent after the man threatens to come down and check on Jonny in person. His last text was a screenshot of an airline ticket order page and a lame dad joke about Jonny making an old man use such a significant part of his “fixed” income just because he couldn’t be bothered to answer the phone.

“What the fuck are you talking about? Fixed income,” Jonny demands as the call connects.

“I’m a retired man now, Jonny.” Brent smirks a little. “Gotta watch those pennies.”

Despite himself, Jonny snorts but tries to cover with, “Weak, man. That was weak.”

“Eh, not one of my best but–” Brent shrugs. “Got you to answer.”

“Yeah,” Jonny concedes with a sigh. “Guess it did.”

There’s a pause then and Jonny’s not entirely sure how to fill it so Brent does it for him.

He talks about Dayna and the kids. How coaching is going. How the extended family is fairing. In the middle of some story about Brent’s stoic father-in-law babysitting the girls and getting roped into playing dress-up, Jonny finds himself cracking a smile. It feels awkward on his face in a way he doesn’t want to think about too much.

Eventually their talk, as it always does, shifts back to hockey. They talk about the team a bit. Jonny rants probably more than he should about the state of the locker room. The front office. The press. The fans. The whole fucking mess of the season.

Jonny doesn’t talk about his health; Brent brings it up anyway. “You know I understand, Jonny. I understand what it’s like when your body just won’t cooperate anymore.”

It’s not the same, Jonny wants to snap but he knows it’s true–at least, it’s partly true in a way. They trained alongside each other before the bubble and Jonny saw just how much Brent wanted and how little his body cared about that. But, Brent’s body stopped cooperating with him after injuries. He had something he could point to, something tangible. He had the scars he could show if he wanted; he had something everyone could see and understand and sympathize with.

Some days Jonny feels like no one believes him and he doesn’t know how to make them understand. Don’t they know him by now? Don’t they see him at all? Haven’t they all watched how much of his body and soul he’s given this sport? How much of his heart he’s given to this team? Don’t they know he’d be in the lineup in a heartbeat if he could? Can’t they see how much he’d give up just to be able to make magic on ice again? Don’t they know he’d sacrifice anything and everything he had and more just to hear them cheer to Chelsea Dagger one more time?

Jonny doesn’t talk about Patrick. Brent brings him up anyway. “Jonny, you know it’s not personal, right? You know it’s just about hockey. You know it’s not–not about anything else.”

Why the fuck does everyone keep saying that? Of course it’s fucking personal, Jonny wants to lash out with but he knows that, again, Brent’s probably more right than wrong. More than anyone else, Brent nearly knows all there is to know about the story of Jonny and Patrick. He was there for the glorious beginning and the miserable end and every step along the way. Brent knows that, despite the mess it was at the end, Patrick wouldn’t do something like this to Jonny to be personal. He knows Patrick wouldn’t ever twist the knife in this deeply. And, on some level, Jonny knows it too. He’s just not ready to rise to quite that level just yet. This level is fine, thank you very much and he’s planning on staying a little while.

When Jonny doesn’t offer anything in response, Brent soldiers on. “Have you reached out to him at all?”

“...no.”

A sigh. “Are you going to?”

“...no.”

Another sigh. “Jon.”

“What?” Jonny snaps.

He doesn’t understand why this is his problem. He’s not the fucking chicken shit who made their agent make the call. He’s not the coward in this.

Also, he’s not the one leaving. Patrick’s the one jumping ship and abandoning him. Patrick’s the one leaving him alone with a bunch of glorified strangers in a locker room that doesn’t feel like his anymore. Patrick’s the one leaving him behind in a city that used to fête them both like kings and now treats Jonny like an uninvited house guest overstaying his limited welcome.

So what if their relationship had burned out in a fiery mess of devastating heartbreak? And, so, yeah, maybe Jonny had kinda, sorta, maybe been the one who’d fucked things up between them before. But he’d done that for Patrick’s own good. How could Pat still not understand that? Jon hadn't understood what the fuck was happening to him and couldn’t play anymore and was taking the season off and he didn’t want to hold Patrick back. That’s all it was supposed to be. He was just going to take some time, sort this shit out, and then everything was going to be fine again. It was never going to be forever. They were going to get it back. Are. They are going to get it back.

Doesn’t Patrick know that? Doesn’t he see? Doesn’t he know that the pair of them are always going to find each other again? Why can’t he see that? Why has he forgotten? Jonny hasn’t forgotten. Jonny knows they are it for each other. He knows they were solid once and will be solid again. He knows he fucked them up before but that they are going to find their way back together again. But that can’t happen if Patrick leaves. Hockey had been the miraculous catalyst that brought them together the first time and it was going to do it again, Jon just knows it. He fucking knows it. How the fuck is hockey going to be the thing that helps them bridge the fractured mess of their relationship and find their way back to each other if Patrick goes to fucking New York to play with the fucking Rangers.

“Jon.” Brent’s face on his screen is a picture of patience and understanding. Jonny wishes Brent was standing in front of him right now so he could punch him for it.

“Pat’s the one leaving,” Jonny all but spits out. He’s said it. He can’t believe he said it. “Pat’s the one who decided to get out and didn’t have the balls to even fucking text me about it.” He lets out a sigh and then, “I don’t understand why I have to be the fucking ‘bigger person’ in this.”

Brent waits a beat, considering. “Because you have to, Jonny.” At Jonny’s blank stare, he simply repeats it, “You just have to.”

Jonny opens his mouth but Brent’s quicker. “I know,” he instantly agrees. “I know. It’s all fucking bullshit. It’s fucking low he had Brisson call you. It’s bullshit that management put either of you in this position and you’re stuck in a rebuild you didn’t sign up for.”

Brent takes a beat and waits for Jonny’s eyes to meet his. “And it sucks that you’re out right now. I know you want to be out there playing more than anything. It sucks that you’re gonna come back to a room without him in it. It all just fucking sucks, Jon. But you have to be the bigger person right now. You just–” He shrugs. “You just do.”

Jonny doesn’t really think that the argument that he has to be the bigger person because he just has to is as compelling an argument as Brent seems to think it is but he lets it go. He nods once and makes a few noises of agreement and they wrap up their call.

He lets Brent’s words stew in the back of his mind as mindlessly browses Netflix before giving up and deciding to just start dinner early. As he’s watching onions brown, he decides that he can almost understand Pat asking Brisson to make the call. If Patrick had been the one to basically pull a “it’s not you, it’s me” on him and then shut his phone off for six months, Jon’s not sure if he would want to call him either.

He eats his dinner standing in the kitchen, because pulling out one of the stools or heading to the couch seems like entirely too much work, and flips on the TV. He watches the NHL Network’s talking heads discuss the latest leak in the Kane trade news and wonders why they even bother pretending like they don’t already know what’s going to happen and when. He’s pretty sure Brisson has already sent all the forthcoming statements to the producers already. The facade they are putting up that they are still not 100% sure what’s happening is laughable.

Jonny flips off the TV, puts his few dishes into the sink, and pulls out his phone. He’s pretty sure Brent’s argument is flawed but he also knows that Brent’s advice hasn’t ever really steered him off course before. He opens his messages and types up something quick and to the point. He reads it once and then makes himself send it before overthinking it too much.

not really sure what to say but just hope you know that ill always be on your side. you were always the best in any locker room and youll kill it with them. always rooting for you. go all the way this year. for the both of us

He reads it once more and then quickly adds,

you were the best part of all of this.

There, Jonny thinks as he swipes the app closed and locks his phone. Done.

He goes to turn on the faucet to start cleaning up when his phone buzzes.

thx jonny

i know it was a bitch move to have bris call you.

Jon stares at his phone and debates how he wants to respond when the composition bubble appears. It floats in and away for what feels like hours before another message comes through.

i just didn’t know if i could through with it if i talked to you first and i think i have to try jonny. i have to

Jon’s response is quick.

i know you do. you should do it. you deserve it.

And then he adds,

i meant it peeks. youre gonna kill it. you and breadman are gonna be magic out there

More of the bubbles. we’ll see.

Jonny waits. He's not really sure if that message needs a response. He decides it doesn’t and moves to slip his phone away when another message buzzes in.

you are the best part for me too

Jonny stares at the message for far too long before locking his phone and putting it away.

He turns on the faucet to start his dishes and thinks that he may have been wrong earlier.

Maybe there is plenty of time left after all.

#im not sure what to tag this as...so...#1988 #1988 fic #kazer #(are those the tags?)#idk. i'm just feeling some things so i wrote about the #m. okay. that's it i guess.#(also. i'm rusty to be kind. please and thank you)

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Chapter 5: Christmas Boops

Summary: Most of the 11th Street Kids get into the holiday spirit except you and Harcourt due to your rigid past on missions during Christmas time. But that doesn't stop Leota and Adrian from decorating headquarters to get you out of your Scrooge funk.

Author Note: Adrian Chase X Fem Reader, Y/N, 11th Street Kids, A.R.G.U.S., Hallmark Channel level fluff, Explicit language/Cussing/Swearing, Celebrating Christmas, Christmas carol/song references, Mentions of multi-cultural holidays includes Hanukkah & Kwanzaa, Alcohol consumption, Implied nudity & sex, Karate Kid, The Grinch, Scrooge, Elf, Polar Express, & Christmas Vacation movie references.

No dogs were harmed or embarrassed during the making of this fanfic.

Italics indicate character thoughts & flashbacks

**The first Freddie Stroma gif chosen is how I imagine Adrian's face after reader 'boops' his nose**

**Second Freddie Stroma gif is obviously when female reader showers with Adrian. You're welcome**

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The ground once covered in fallen leaves quickly became a blanket of white as winter approached. You and Harcourt lost your lust for Christmas a long time ago. Probably has a lot to do with working for the government since you were overseas for quite a few of them and Emilia working for the gender bend ‘Scrooge’ herself (Amanda Waller) at A.R.G.U.S.

Adrian and Leota, on the other hand, found this time of year to be thrilling. Adebayo and her wife, Keeya, had a whole wardrobe for their Yorkie, Emerson, dedicated to the season.

“He has the costume from the movie ‘Elf,’ of course Santa Claus…Oh! And there’s one that’s a Christmas tree where the lights actually turn on!”

Leota explained to Adrian while each of them carried a huge box of Christmas decorations and placed them on her desk.

The level of emotion about Emerson’s Christmas ensemble had yours and Emilia’s eyes rolling but had Adrian matching Leota’s excitement tenfold.

“No way!! I have got to see that!” Exclaimed Adrian.

“It’s bad enough that your dog is the size of a squirrel, but to also dress him up like a doll? He probably plans ways to off himself every day because of that, you know?” John said to Leota.

Leota rolled her eyes at Economos.

“I’ll have you know, he loves his outfits.” She stated.

“It’s not a real dog if they’re no bigger than a football.” Peacemaker interjected.

Economos snickered as Leota flashed her middle finger at Chris.

Harcourt shook her head and smirked. You stretched and released an evident yawn to showcase your lack of interest in the topic.

Adebayo turned and looked at you upon hearing your dramatic yawning.

“I beg your pardon, are we boring you?” She asked you sarcastically.

“She doesn’t like Christmas.” Adrian answered. “She’s my sexy little Grinch.” He proclaimed affectionately.

“I see,” Leota replied, “Well, even the Grinch eventually liked Christmas at the end of the movie!” She sang cheerfully as she sashayed across the room and draped a red, sparkly garland around your neck like a scarf.

Adrian chuckled, looking at you like a shimmering spectacle.

You gave her an exasperated look, “Don’t worry Adebayo, I won’t interfere with your Christmas spirit. I just choose not to participate, that’s all. Commence hollying and jollying.” You said with a weak smile, turning to your laptop.

Leota and Adrian continued to filter through the boxes, practically squealing as they discover a plethora of holiday decorations as they dig deeper.

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By the end of the day, Adrian and Leota had headquarters dripping in yuletide garnishing.

“Well? What do you guys think??” Adrian asked.

The four of you reviewed the area covered in half blinking, half burnt out Christmas lights, paper Mache cut into snowflakes hanging from the ceiling panels, different color sparkling garland lining the windows, and creepy Santa, snowman, and elf animatronic dolls that looked possessed scattered around the room. They even managed to have a Menorah and a Kwanzaa Kinara candle holder placed on each of the two filing cabinets, each baring all the proper colored candles. Leota even had a Polar Express replica traveling around beneath the starless Christmas tree.

“Not gonna lie, it looks pretty fuckin’ good, you guys.” Chris admitted.

Leota and Adrian beamed at each other bumping fists triumphantly.

“Yeah, definitely looks like Buddy the elf made his way in here.” John said.

Everyone chuckled together. Even Emilia smirked at Economos’ comment.

You only smiled so you wouldn’t be such a Debbie downer and ruin Adrian or Leota’s proud moment like you promised.

Adrian looked over at you, most likely waiting for your feedback. As he looked at you, so did the rest of the group. You blankly look back at everyone. You were genuinely clueless.

“Um, what?” You asked them.

“What do you think, Y/N?” Leota asked.

“Oh!” You say finally catching on.

“Well…” you take another look around the room. Adrian and Adebayo waited eagerly on your response.

You were genuinely at a loss for words. Your distain for Christmas outweighed your ability to pretend to like it. You felt a knot form in your chest, trying hard to swallow it down as it started to rise into your throat. It felt like an eternity trying to come up with a response heartfelt enough to satisfy Leota and Adrian’s expectations. Afterall, they did work really hard on the place, so you didn’t want to hurt their feelings by any means.

You released a deep exhale, “It’s everything what Christmas should be. It’s definitely going to be a shame to take it down after the holidays.” You finally managed to say.

Leota started clapping and jumping in place squealing with joy.

“I knew we’d get you into the holiday mood!!” She ran over and hugged you so hard you almost fell off your chair.

You struggled to laugh. “Uh, yeah… right, Leota…… ACK!!”

You grunted feeling extra weight bare down on you. Adrian had jumped and embraced you and Leota in an unexpected group hug.

Harcourt had began videoing the three of you from her phone when she saw Adrian make a running start towards you and Leota. Everyone was laughing enjoying the moment.

“Maybe this isn’t so bad.” You thought to yourself as you couldn’t breathe from all the weight sitting on top of you.

~~~~~~~~

The following weekend, the group decided to have a little holiday gathering at O’Rourke’s. You all pile in together on a cold Friday evening as flurries fell from the night sky. Chris without hesitation ordered up a round of drinks.

As the hours passed, the majority of you get rowdier as you play another one of Chris’ suggested drinking games. This game was Christmas themed of course. The bar had a different holiday movie playing on each of the flat screens, and Chris said anytime one of you notices a Santa hat appearing in the scene, that person calls out ‘Ho! Ho! Ho!’ as they point to three separate people (basically calling each of them a ‘hoe’) at the table and they have to drink.

Economos and Adrian ended up drinking more since John was very delayed catching any Santa hats, and Adrian just distracted by looking at you dreamily the whole night wearing a low cut red V-neck.

You look at him and whistle at him.

“Hey, buddy, my face is up here.” You say tilting his chin up making his eyes meet yours.

He snickered guiltily having been caught staring at your chest.

“I can’t help it! They’re perfect.” He declared.

You shake your head smiling.

“Well, I’m glad you think so.” He leaned in and gave you a clumsy peck bumping your nose quite hard.

“Ook, I think it’s time to go, Adrian.” You announced rubbing your nose.

“Yeah, I gotta get back to Keeya and the pups.” Leota checked her watch.

Everyone threw money on the table to pay the tab and exited the bar.

Everyone going their way to their car, you take the keys to the Vigilante-mobile and get Adrian into the passenger seat.

“Where’s the steering wheel?” Adrian asked.

You laugh, “It’s in front of me. I’m driving.” You told him.

“Ahhhhh.” He said booping your nose. “You’re cute.”

He placed the palm of his hand on the side of your cheek cradling your face. He musingly looked into your eyes, a wave of adoration pulsing through his veins. You leaned into his hand putting your hand on his. His touch sent a surge through your body.

“Let’s get home so I can love on you properly.” You said finally.

~~~~~~~~

As you drive past the park, Adrian suddenly perked up and demanded you to stop the car.

“WAIT WAIT WAIT!! Stop here!!” He shouted making your heart jump.

“What the actual fuck, Adrian??” You stop the car. “What’s wrong??”

He said nothing opening the door and started running towards the monumental water fountain in the middle of the park.

“Um, Adrian?” You call after him.

“Come on, Y/N!” He yelled back at you.

You get out of the car and run after him.

He stopped by the fountain in front of a fresh layer of fallen snow.

“Adrian?” You asked out of breath as you reach him.

“Ready?” He asked.

You look around you, confused.

“For?” You asked.

Adrian turned around and fell backwards onto the snow on the ground behind him.

“Holy shit!” You gasped, “Are you that drunk?”

“Snow angel!” He chirped at you, like it was obvious.

He started to move his arms and legs in a Vitruvian Man motion creating the angel shape beneath him on the ground.

You watched him awestruck…and slightly annoyed.

“You almost put me into cardiac arrest because you wanted to make a snow angel? Really?” You asked.

“Really really! Now get down here and make one with me!” He said disregarding your irritability.

“No, Adrian. It’s too cold and we’ve been drinking-“

You suddenly feel your feet kicked up from underneath you. You hit the ground hard as the air you did have left in your lungs was forced out as you land on your back next to your boyfriend. You cough a few times trying to allow your brain to catch up to the fact that Adrian had just swept your legs with his foot to get you on the ground with him.

“Did…did you just..?” you began to ask.

“Sweep the leg? Yep! Now that you’re down here, start angel-ing!” He replied with a tinge of pride in his voice.

You cannot believe he just took you out at the leg to get you on the ground to make a snow angel.

“Christ, the level of insanity…” You muse to yourself.

Nonetheless, you began to move your arms head to waist while closing and separating your legs to make the angel, obliging Adrian’s request.

He looked at you and smiled.

“Look at you! Being all Christmasy as fuck!” He gleamed.

He rolled over on top of you, pulling your face up to his, kissing you quite sloppily.

You giggle into his mouth.

“You are crazy, Adrian Chase!” You pull away to say as you continue to laugh.

He hovered over you, exploring your face with admiration.

You gazed back at him, his green eyes putting you under his love spell. And the smile his lips curl into when he looks at you that way has your heart melting every time.

You pulled him back down for another kiss.

The kiss so intense with passion you couldn’t even feel the cold you both are still laying in.

Adrian pulled back.

“See? The holidays don’t have to be bad.” He said with a proud smile stroking your hair.

You roll your eyes, “Yeah I guess this year is different since you’re around.” You say smiling back.

He booped your nose again and stood up pulling you along with him.

“Let’s go home and take a nice hot shower. Then, hot chocolate while watching some holiday movies! Starting with Christmas Vacation!” He said gleefully.

You walked side by side as he held your waist to make way towards the Sebring. He pulled you in tight against him to keep you warm, and to make sure you didn’t slip.

“And by hot shower I mean together.” He whispered into your ear.

“Of course.” You said booping his nose.

So Leota was right, you found your holiday spirit. This was how your Christmases were going to be from now on…

A little bit of second hand multi-cultural decoration, a side of alcohol with the 11th Street Kids, and a little nonsexual tussle with Adrian to get you to make snow angels mixed with sexual tussling after some hot chocolate.

This was the beginning of your Christmas tradition with Adrian, and now you will always have a reason to look forward to the holiday’s thanks all of them.

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the discord was talking about concussed!omega!jonny and it gave me a lot of feels

the bond had felt off all day. seabs had gotten up early for morning skate, followed by film review and a meeting with his agent, so he hadn't seen jonny since the morning. when he left, jonny had been curled into a ball on the far side of the bed, so much further away than he usually was. it was unnerving, waking up alone when he usually woke up half-smothered by jonny, surrounded by the scent of him and the warm, open feeling of the bond between them. jonny's scent was muted now, though, and seabs could barely sense it from a few feet away. jonny's forehead was tight, his shoulders tense, even in sleep, and he wasn't getting anything through the bond other than wisps that were frustrating and fleeting, like a half-remembered dream that slid through his fingers when he tried to focus on it.

the CBA allowed, and even encouraged, mates to take time off to be with their partners when they were injured. no one wanted a player getting wrecked on the ice because his head wasn't in the game, so even if it wasn't altruism behind the rules, it was pretty well accepted. even geno malkin had missed time to be with sid when he was out.

seabs had tried it a few times, but jonny shut him down. his eyes shuttered, nothing but anger and distress seeping through the bond. when seabs pushed it, jonny got frantic.

"i'm already missing so much," jonny said, voice high and panicky. "i can't make you miss time, too, seabs. i won't do that to the team!"

no matter how hard seabs tried to convince him, he was met with resistance, and he eventually gave up. all he could do was kiss jonny's sweaty hair and leave him a glass of water on the nightstand, hope jonny would be feeling better when he got home in the afternoon.

the bond nudged uncomfortably at the back of his mind all day. seabs could barely listen to his agent, who wanted to go over some of the numbers from his new contract. he was starting to feel sick, a vague nausea settling in the pit of his stomach, and if he could feel that through the bond and miles away, it must have been brutal for jonny. he made his excuses to his agent and flagged down a cab, sending positive thoughts through the bond at jonny.

he opened the door to the condo, nervous about what he would find. nothing was out of place as he rushed through the living room, but the serene quiet was unsettling. jonny was always messy, and the fact that the room looked exactly like it did when seabs went to bed last night meant jonny hadn't ventured out of the bedroom all day.

he eased the bedroom door open, not wanting to disturb jonny if he were resting, but even in the dim light filtering in through the curtains, he could see that jonny was awake. he was sitting up in bed, propped against some pillows, taking slow and measured breaths. the closer seabs got, the worse jonny looked, sweat broken out on his brow, face pale under an unhealthy flush on cheeks.

"what's going on?" seabs asked, not raising his voice above a whisper. all of his instincts were telling him to go jonny, to wrap him up in his arms, kiss all the pain and distress out of his scent, but jonny was prickly about overt alpha behavior like that on a good day, and his concussion had ramped it up even higher. he hated to be seen as weak and vulnerable, so seabs waited as patiently as he could for jonny to let him know what he needed, what he'd accept from seabs.

"wanted to shower," jonny said quietly, not looking up. "got dizzy as soon 's i sat up, though," and even if seabs couldn't see and scent his misery, he could hear it in the slur in his words betraying just how awful jonny felt.

"i'm glad you didn't hurt yourself," seabs said gently. "i'm proud of you for listening to your body, even though i know you hate feeling like this." he could catch a small spike in jonny's scent reacting to the praise, and it was enough to encourage him to go a little further. "can i help you?" he asked, and jonny paused, then nodded slowly. "thank you, baby," seabs breathed out. he moved to the bed, ventured a kiss to jonny's brow. "stay put for just a minute, ok?"

"not like i can go anywhere," jonny replied, but he didn't sound mad, just resigned.

seabs went into the ensuite. he eyed the shower, but couldn't help focusing on the tile floor, the hard angles of the shower handle, the precarious glass of the door. all jonny had to do was step wrong and slip, and he'd be even more injured. instead, seabs walked over to the huge soaking tub. they almost never used it; jonny didn't like to be coddled, and they didn't usually have time for baths, anyway. this afternoon felt like a good time for it, though.

he started the water running, waited for it to reach the right temperature and then let the tub fill. he grabbed their body wash, shampoo and conditioner, put them within easy reach, and then got two huge, fluffy towels out of the closet. he didn't have any bath salts or scrubs, but with jonny's head the way it was, he didn't want to overload him with other scents, anyway. satisfied, he turned off the water and went to collect jonny.

jonny was right where he'd left him, body stiff as he sat up in bed. seabs got into his space, shouldering right up next to him. "put your arm around me," he said, and jonny looked at him.

"you better not be tryna carry me, seabrook," jonny said, scent like raised hackles on an angry cat. seabs bit back a smile.

"wouldn't dream of it, sweetheart," he said. "just want to help you a little, ok?"

jonny sighed but acquiesced, sliding one arm over seabs' shoulder. seabs got his other arm around jonny's waist, helped him slide out of bed. jonny wobbled, unsteady on his feet and leaning his weight into seabs. seabs just held him tighter at the waist. "got you, baby," he murmured, and he felt jonny slump into his side. when he wasn't concussed, jonny hated to show any signs of weakness, but now, with his defenses down, it looked like his hindbrain was willing to let his alpha take care of him.

they made their way slowly into the bathroom, jonny leaning most of his weight on seabs. he'd dropped muscle lately, unable to get to the gym, still throwing up most days, and seabs' alpha burned to see his omega looking underfed. he could feel the growl in his chest before he could do anything to stop it, but rather than get pissed, jonny broke into a soft smile, nuzzling even closer to seabs like he wanted to feel the growl and not just hear it.

seabs had expected jonny to protest the bath, to fight for his ability to stand up and shower himself, but apparently he was full of surprises this afternoon.

"yea," jonny said, looking at the bath and dropping a hand in to test the temperature. "this is probably a good idea, eh?"

seabs got jonny sitting on the edge of the bath, leaning up against the wall so he wasn't at risk of falling. he got them both out of their clothes with a minimum of fuss, neither of them hard or smelling particularly interested.

seabs eased himself into the water first, then took jonny's hand to help guide him in. he settled jonny in front of him, his own legs bracketing jonny's, boxing him in. jonny didn't bristle, didn't tense up, just leaned back, letting out a deep sigh that felt like it might be the first real breath he'd taken in days. seabs could see his eyes flutter shut, and he felt himself relax, too.

he didn't want to break the spell yet, so he laid back further, tucking jonny to his chest so jonny could hear his heart. jonny's scent was rising into something soft and content, so different from what seabs was used to lately that he couldn't help but curl down to jonny's neck, scenting him further. jonny giggled at the feeling of seabs scenting him, a noise seabs had almost never heard from him. seabs did it again, and jonny turned his neck, presenting his scent gland to seabs for easier access.

the scent soothed something in seabs, settled his alpha instincts that had been on edge. jonny was here with him, safe in his arms, scent with nothing but pleasure in it, and it was because of seabs. he'd done this, made his omega happy when he'd been hurting, and he could tell his own scent was rising in return.

"mmm," jonny groaned, shifting back against him more. seabs could tell he still wasn't hard, but seabs' own cock was twitching; it had been so long since he'd felt like was taking care of jonny, and it felt good to finally be doing his job.

he didn't want jonny to think he'd just done this to get laid, though, so he shifted back as subtly as he could.

"gonna wash your hair, babe," he said, voice going a shade deep, and he watched jonny shiver in response, felt him slump back further.

seabs poured a few handfuls of water through jonny's hair, longer than usual these days, to get it ready. the longer hair made him look young, vulnerable, and seabs vowed again to keep taking care of him.

once jonny's hair was wet, he started massaging the shampoo through it. he was gentle, mindful of jonny's concussion and his frequent migraines, but jonny didn't seem to mind. he was boneless against seabs, eyes fluttering as seabs massaged his scalp. he couldn't help but let his hands drop lower, massaging jonny's neck, as well, and he was rewarding by another low moan. his cock jerked again, reminding him how long it had been since he got off, but he tried to ignore it, refocusing on jonny.

he rinsed the shampoo out, then went through the same process with the conditioner. jonny was half asleep by the time he was done, and when seabs looked down, he could see jonny was half-hard, as well. he wasn't sure jonny was even aware of it; his scent was still radiating contentment and safety, but nothing of arousal. some sort of unconscious response, then, seabs figured.

"just have to rinse you off now, baby," seabs whispered in jonny's ear, taking another opportunity to scent him.

"yes, alpha," jonny said dreamily, and fuck, seabs shouldn't be finding this so hot. it wasn't that he was turned on or happy that jonny was injured, he knew that. it was just that jonny was usually so adamant against showing any traditional omega behavior, seeing it as weakness. now, all his walls knocked down by the concussion, he wasn't fighting it.

seabs was determined not to take advantage, though. he finished rinsing jonny, and then got them out of the bath, draining the water. jonny stayed leaning up against his chest, rubbing against seabs, scent marking him in a way he usually didn't. seabs loved it, loved jonny claiming him as his own, and the deep rumble started in his chest again. jonny's nuzzles turned into kisses against his chest, and seabs froze.

"thank you, seabs," jonny whispered. "for taking care of me."

"of course, jonny," seabs said, getting one hand on jonny's neck to keep him close, one hand under his chin, tilting it up to drop a kiss on his lips. jonny colored up beautifully, a pink tinge across his cheeks that looked so much healthier than the scene seabs had walked in on just an hour before. "let's get you dry and back to bed, yeah?"

jonny nodded, letting seabs pat him down with the soft spa towels they both loved. jonny stayed half hard, getting harder when seabs was drying off his abs and cock, but didn't make a move to take things any further.

"dizzy," jonny said when seabs was done. "think you should carry me back to bed." he looked pleasantly exhausted, seabs thought, eyes half-lidded, head almost lolling on his neck, and seabs smiled.

"anything you want, baby," he said, lifting jonny slowly into his arms. jonny fit there perfectly, and seabs wanted to carry him everywhere. he'd start with the bedroom, though, angling them safely through the doorway and settling jonny back in against his pillows. seabs got into bed behind him, pulling jonny close to his chest, letting his hand roam over jonny's chest. jonny shifted against him, scent as sweet as seabs had ever experienced from him.

"alpha," jonny murmured once more, and then, within a minute, was asleep, body going lax and heavy in seabs' arms. seabs took a few minutes to enjoy the feeling of his omega in his arms before falling asleep himself, pulling jonny even closer as he did.

#o captain my captain #jonny/seabs #197 #a/b/o dynamics #this is not what i set out to write #but it's what happened anyway #seabs taking such good care of jonny #soft soft soft #blackhawks ficlet #blackhawks thoughts

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