Christmas Delights 3 (49 page)

“So this actually works?”
Shaun didn’t sound convinced at the idea of putting words into actions.

“Well it’s snagged me
quite a guy or two. So yeah, it works.” Matt sipped again and snuggled up to
Shaun, bumping shoulders gently. “Don’t fret. It’ll happen when it happens.
Until then just have some fun and be more adventurous.”

* * * * *

Shaun sat back to take in
the party that was in full flow around him. He marvelled at the sheer
cringe-inducing embarrassment of it all. Fifteen tables were dotted around the
edge of the room, in typical hotel fashion. It was a mix of pale wood fittings
and bland décor; Glasgow’s finest apparently. As his company was paying for the
evening Shaun wasn’t about to complain. He could see everyone engaging in polite
conversation with others at their tables. His colleagues, in their teams,
chatting with each other. Office politics momentarily forgotten, as they
munched on turkey or nibbled at mince pies. Many of the men had clearly been to
buy a new shirt for the evening; pastel colours with stripes were in fashion.
They were like a pick and mix of candy canes dotted around the room. Shaun had
gone with the safe, plain-black shirt, much to Matt’s disapproval.

Waiters circled at the
edge of the room, ready to swoop in and remove the used plates, and make sure
everyone had their fill of food and drink. They weren't safe from the Christmas
spirit either. Someone had the bright idea of replacing the normal staid black
trousers and white shirt combo with elf costumes. These were of the Christmas,
rather than Lord of The Ring variety. Legolas, Shaun could have handled.
Instead, he got green tunics, a row of large gold buttons down the front,
leading to an amazingly large belt holding up red trousers. The whole ensemble
was topped off by a jaunty red felt hat that ended in a bell. At least everyone
reflected Christmas in all its gaudy riot of colours.

It was the opposite of
Shaun's normally tasteful world. But he had promised that he'd make the best of
it and be cheerful. He was doing well so far. He scanned the room looking for
any colleagues that might be worth asking on a date. Matt had suggested it,
telling him that co-workers were a good source of dates. Not finding anyone,
Shaun wondered if any of them had cute friends.

Putting on a smile, he
turned to his team, while muttering to look beyond dating.

"Carol, why didn’t
you join in with Holly and Ivy and go for the seasonal costume?" He
pointed out a couple of colleagues in matching outfits; dresses of green and
red, bejewelled with strands of tinsel at cuffs and cleavage, topped off with
novelty ear-rings. He teased his co-worker at his own risk; Carol was feisty
and took no prisoners at the best of times.

"Because I’m not an
idiot and I have taste." Carol raised a single eyebrow, challenging Shaun
to defy her.

"Fair point."
He nodded in acquiescence.

"Anyway, just
because I work with you lot doesn’t mean that I'm having anything to do with
this excuse for a party.” Her light laugh tinkled as she said it, and the smile
aimed at Shaun let them know that despite her protestations, she was still
planning to do some partying. Shaun mentally high-fived her. Yes, he wasn't
alone in his scathing review.

Dave, another of the
team, peeked around Carol's shoulder and made the best suggestion of the night.
"Let’s move to the bar and drown our sorrows." They had another ally.

Groups of twos and threes
started to huddle alongside the bar. More relaxed now that they could drink and
be merry, the party started to warm up. Shaun used his height advantage to look
around the room and saw that most of the other tables were being cleared by the
elves. The room was almost ready for the drinking and dancing to begin. He
scanned the room, not really looking at anything in particular, until his gaze settled
on a blonde elf. All six-feet-plus of him. He was clearly handsome under the
ridiculous costume. Weren't elves supposed to be little things? This one
certainly wasn't. He bulged out in all the right places.

"So what’s your plan
for the Christmas break?" Dave threw the question around, not quite aiming
it at anyone. The team began swapping tales of family visits, quiet days, or
the romantic getaway’s they had planned. Shaun tuned out of the conversation
and let the others continue to chat around him. He stared back into the room
and caught the blonde elf's blue eyed stare. Shaun held the look for a moment
longer than necessary, then smiled, and brought his attention back to the
group. The conversation had moved on, it was about sport. Carol laughed in his
direction and rolled her eyes at him. He laughed back, wrinkling his nose at
the typical talk amongst his work mates.

* * * * *

Lost in the insipid cream
coloured corridors, Shaun looked at the doors for the familiar Gents sign. No
luck here, Shaun walked on. Not really needing the facilities, but definitely
needing the break from conversation, he’d excused himself and bolted for the
door. It was something to do that didn’t include listening to sports talk.

"Well, hello
handsome." A gruff voice, in full Glaswegian drawl, broke over his
shoulder. Shaun turned to find the blonde elf studying him, head cocked to one
side, eyes traveling up and down Shaun’s body on a slow search for a favourite
resting spot. "I've been waiting for a chance to catch you alone."

Shaun narrowed his eyes,
a question forming itself on his face.

The elf pressed on,
flirtation clear on his face. "Yes, all evening I've wanted a chance to
serve you, personally." The elf was clearly taking his job seriously.

"But, you don't have
to. I mean you must be busy, clearing up and everything." Shaun knew he
was letting an opportunity slip through his fingers, but he'd spoken without
thinking.

"I'm on a break now.
I have time to show you just how good at service I can be." The elf was
insistent.

"Oh, uh, sure.”
Shaun looked around "Where?"

The elf closed the gap
between them and took Shaun's hand, squeezing it gently he urged Shaun on.
"Just come with me." He whispered as he pulled Shaun round another
corner and into a nondescript doorway.

It was a wonder anyone
could find their way around this place. Shaun was tugged into a large storage
room full of dining tables, linens and other bits and pieces the hotel used for
functions. The door clicked, locking them in. The elf turned back to Shaun and
smiled, a little shyly, considering his earlier bravado.

"Now then,
handsome." The elf brought both his hands up to Shaun’s shoulders, rested
them lightly for a moment, and then slid them upwards to Shaun’s neck and onto
his cheeks. Gently pulling Shaun towards him, the elf leaned down for a kiss.
Their lips met slowly at first, then pressed closer until finally the elf slid
his tongue along Shaun's lips and into his mouth. Not needing any more
encouragement Shaun met the tongue with his own.

The two brushed against
each other, sparking a want between them. As they broke the kiss to try and
catch their breath, each stared into the others eyes. Blue meeting brown, Lust
sparking in both. Shaun leaned in for another kiss and the elf met him half
way. The elf slid his hands down Shaun's chest, around his waist; settling them
at the small of his back, he pulled Shaun closer. Chests rubbed against each
other causing nipples to harden. Shaun slid his hands behind the elf and
quickly broke the kiss. He leaned back a little, looked up into the blonde's
face, "What's your name?" Shaun asked, the question stuttering
inelegantly out of his mouth.

"Peter." Not
elaborating any further the elf dove in for another kiss. The elf, Peter, was
clearly in charge.

Peter hooked his thumbs
into the top of Shaun's trousers and pulled, forcing their crotches together.
Both men were hard and slowly sliding their erections against each other, while
their tongues continued swapping a lustful duel. Back and forth it went, daring
the other to make a break for more erotic places to explore. Shaun was first to
move and slid his hands down the rounds of Peter's butt cheeks onto hard
muscular thighs. Gently stroking and shifting he forced Peter to angle his dick
to rub against his own. The pressure on Peter's dick pushed the dare to its
limit. Peter slid his hand to the front of Shaun's trousers and eased down the
zipper, letting out a small moan of anticipation as he did.

Stretched by hard flesh
there was little room for movement as Peter began stroking the exposed black
cotton of Shaun's briefs. He slid his finger tip up and down the few exposed
inches, feeling the warmth flowing from under the briefs.

“So nice, I’ve been
wondering about this for the last hour.” Fingers continued their exploration as
Peter leaned in, capturing Shaun’s lip between teeth and sucked on it.

Shaun moaned his approval
into Peter's mouth and was met with another enthusiastic volley of kissing.
With a few flicks of the wrist and a couple of tugs Peter inched Shaun’s
trousers to mid-thigh. He slid his hand along the fully packed briefs, adoring
the inches encased by the thin cover. With one smooth move Peter was on his
knees, pushing Shaun's trousers down as he went. He leant in and planted his still
wet lips on the bulge, kissing along the hidden shaft until he reached the tip.
He took it in, soaking the briefs, warm and moist on Shaun's dick. Shaun
steadied himself using Peter's shoulders and let out a long sigh; a hint of a
demand for more wrapped somewhere in its gentle gust.

"Let me see."
Peter breathed as he pulled the briefs down. Shaun’s dick sprung forward and
wavered an inch from Peter's face. He parted his lips and slid his tongue out,
reconnecting them once again. Peter moved slowly back and forth, taking in
extra length with each downward stroke until he took as much as he could. Shaun
could feel the tip of his dick brush the back of Peter's throat. Peter sped up
the rhythm. Slid his wet mouth over slicked dick until he was giving all he
could and sucked greedily. He still had his elf hat on, so with every down
stroke and pull back the bell gave a little jingle.  Shaun couldn't stand it
and tugged the hat off to let Peter's blonde hair tumble free. Shaun slid his
hands into it and held on, letting himself slide in and out of the welcoming,
warm mouth.

"Too good." He
murmured down to Peter. He could take little more and moved his hips back,
freeing himself from Peter's mouth. Shaun bent down and hooked Peter under the
arms, hauling him to his feet. "My turn."

He leaned forward to kiss
Peter, his tongue squirmed its way inwards, lips brushed against each other
once more. Shaun wanted more of the handsome blonde. They kissed and tried for
maximum body contact. Shaun undressed him, leaving him standing in white
boxer-briefs, tented to the left, a tight white t-shirt stretched across a
defined chest, erect nipples straining underneath. Shaun was close to what he
wanted.

Shaun knelt in front of
the boxer-briefs and stroked both hands over the front. With hips jerking and
twitching, Peter showed his appreciation. Shaun pushed down the boxer-briefs,
grabbed hold of the exposed dick and started jerking it. He licked the tip as
he went, swallowing down as much of Peter as he could. Peter's thighs twitched
in anticipation as Shaun mouthed his way up and down the shaft.

"More." Came
the command from above. Shaun was sucking, licking and thrumming until Peter
could take no more and his knees began to twitch. That was the cue Shaun
needed. They stood, stumbled towards a table, untangling themselves from
clothes as they went. Shaun pushed Peter onto the table and stood between his
legs. He reached down, brought Peter's dick upright, pressed his lips around
its crown, and began to suck and slide it between his lips.

Peter started scrabbling
around for his trousers. As Shaun opened his eyes and looked up – not once
missing his stroke – he locked on to Peter's deep blue eyes.  Peter broke the
spell, by waving a small package in front of Shaun's face. "Condoms and
lube. Fuck me." Peter was still in charge.

With eased practice,
Shaun stretched on the condom and slicked himself up. His wet fingers gently
teased Peter's crack a few seconds before he slid a single finger in. Peter's
head arched back and his leg lifted onto Shaun's shoulder. Shaun eased another
finger in, and aiming for a little depth, he began to gently prepare Peter.
"Oh yes, more" came the hard breath and response.

Shaun slid his fingers
out and brought his hips forward; his dick sliding across Peter's butt as they
both shuddered in anticipation. Shaun inched himself inwards as he opened Peter
up. Peter gripped onto Shaun's dick with his inner muscles on the inward
stroke, relaxing on the out stroke, not letting go. They started slowly at
first. Soon, the rhythm and stroke of the fucking built and increased until
Peter clenched on Shaun on both strokes, wanting more and more of Shaun inside
him. Shaun slid all of his length in and out and launched into a speedier
rhythm. Peter's eagerness pulling him in and pushing him on. Their desire and
energy pulsated to its peak, neither could last much longer. Peter came first,
the come shooting out of him landed between his nipples then trailed down to
finish on his abs. Shaun’s hips twitched as he slowed his pace and withdrew. He
shucked off the condom so he could finish and shoot his own come on Peter’s
already wet balls.

They wrapped arms around
each other, riding out the high of their orgasms. As the air cooled their sweat
slicked bodies they searched for each other’s mouths, kissing slowly around
little gasps of air.

Minutes later, they
disentangled, grabbed some napkins and began to wipe each other down. Now it
was all business, getting cleaned up and dressed before being discovered was
their sole purpose. Peter was first to be ready, needing to be back at work he
hurried Shaun along.