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An Elf to Unwrap 2.0
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"Fuck!"
Timothée curses and swears as he climbs down the chimney, there's fucking soot everywhere and it's fucking filthy! Who the hell uses fucking fireplaces anymore? People invented heaters, but are apparently too stupid to use them. Great.
Well, if there are going to be stains on his clothes that cannot be washed out, he cannot guarantee anything! And he's going to send Will to hell for giving him this job!
He leaps to the ground and crawls out of the chimney into the house where he will be working this year, and takes a look around.
It looks nice. Lots of space and lot of lights, like a family home. A living room with a big sofa, a piano, a guitar, modern art at the wall, on the other side a huge kitchen with a fancy bar.
Everything looks huge and expensive. Timothée likes expensive.
He's strolling around the room, chewing his gum, blowing the occasional bubble, and sliding his fingers over the furniture when he realizes his hands are dirty from climbing that chimney. So he saunters behind the bar to look for a towel or something to wipe his hands with, when suddenly he is standing in the doorway.
Niiiice, is Timothée's first thought. Damn nice. He's tall, really tall. Big, like a statue. Built like a statue, too. He is wearing a grey comfy pyjama pants and a white tank top. And he is barefoot. Hot.
"Um, who are you? And what are you doing in my house?" The guy asks in a strict but not unfriendly voice that immediately sends hot vibes straight through Timothée's body. Timothée is glad that he doesn’t seem to be too alarmed about him as an intruder. Well, with his size you probably don’t need to be afraid of anything, above all not of someone like him, Timothée. But Timothée is nevertheless quite glad that the guy is not freaking out because you never know.
Showing up out of nowhere at a stranger's house isn't always a good start.
Okay, one time it was kind of hot, when this one guy, a good-looking cop, grabbed him and bent him over the table.... they had some really nice sex after that.
But yeah, most of the time there was shouting or a gun being pointed at him or the dogs being let loose on him before he could explain who he was.
So here he was apparently having an encounter with an open-minded species. And damn good looking to boot. Timothée grins. Fantastic!
"I'm Timothée," he finally replies, leaning on the bar and chewing his gum a few times before continuing. "And I'm here because your friends ordered me."
The guy raises his eyebrows questioningly, "Ordered? What friends?"
Timothée pulls his phone out of his pocket and looks at the order. " To Armie, from Nick, Tyler and Ryan. So you won't be so alone on Christmas Eve.... Have fun! " Ah yes, Armie was his name. Armie Hammer. Lol.
Armie still looks at him questioningly. "So just to be clear: My friends Nick, Tyler and Ryan ordered me a guy who glued on pointy ears to make him look like a-"
"They're real," Timothée interrupts him.
"What?"
"My ears. They're real, not glued on. Wanna have a look?"
He steps out from behind the bar.
"Wow," Armie laughs appreciatively, "what are you wearing?"
And Timothée grins proudly.
He designed it himself. It's a black two-piece, shirt and pants, made entirely of a sheer fabric with elf elements on it. The green ruffles over the wrists, a red belt around the waist, and yes, a collar around the neck, but a fancy one, red, green and white striped socks pulled a bit over the black, loose, see-through pants and a pair of black Converses with red and green glitter on them.
Even if Armie didn't mean it like that, Timothée has always wished to be asked this red carpet question about who he is wearing, so he says "Chalamet. I'm wearing Chala-"
"Chala-what?"
"Chalamet. It's a super talented designer from where I come from."
"Aha. Interesting." Armie laughs, amused but warm, and drops onto the couch. "And where do you come from?"
Timothée almost rolls his eyes. Because who doesn’t know that? But he answers patiently, "North Pole. We live at the North Pole."
"We?" Armie has to follow up.
"We elves. I'm an elf, you know, Santa's little helpers ...?"
"An elf....", Armie raises his eyebrows again, this time in complete disbelief but still quite amused. "So did you bring me presents?" He looks around.
"Not really."
"But you're one of those fellows making toys and stuff, wrapping them up, putting them under the tree?"
"Yes, but how boring is that, right? The same thing every year!” Timothée chews his gum. “I did not feel like doing that anymore."
Armie scratches his three-day beard, "So you don't wrap presents anymore?"
Timothée shakes his head.
"I started a company. There was this one time… A guy caught me putting presents under his tree...” as Timothée is thinking about it he involuntarily has to grin cheekily, “Well, let's just say I found out what some people really want for Christmas."
"World peace?" Armies asks dryly.
Timothée chuckles - he really likes this guy.
"No, he wanted an elf,“ he explains. “And that’s when I had this idea, that’s when me and my friend Will started this company. So if you want an elf for Christmas... or as in your case, friends think you want one, you can get one. Will does all the office stuff - "
"Wait, wait, wait” Armie interrupts him, “What do you mean,´you can get an elf´?”
Timothée sighs. Isn’t that obvious? "Well, an elf will visit you on Christmas Eve and you can have fun together. We’re still pretty exclusive though. 12 elves for the whole world, that's not - "
"Sorry, but I'm still at the part with the ‘fun’? You’re not talking about playing cards together, right?”
“No, not necessarily.”
“So you mean people want to fuck an elf, and you're some kind of elf whore?"
Timothée blinks and scratches his head. It wasn't like he'd never heard that before. Armie didn’t mean to sound disparaging and he isn't offended by it. But it just isn’t exactly how he sees it.
So he decides to set things straight.
He walks over to Armie…
Sees how he’s looking at him and liking what he sees.
Yeah, Armie likes what he is looking at.
The little smirk is showing it, his gaze is showing it.
Which is good because if Armie didn't feel that way, Timothée would probably be quite intimidated by the sheer size of this guy.
But now he knows how to do this.
When he stands before Armie, looking down at him sitting there leaned back with this flickering look in his eyes, he bites his bottom lip and slowly and seductively sits down on his lap.
God, this is so good, the tension, the excitement…
Knowing that he wants him.
Seeing the way he looks at him…
Timothée’s whole body is tingling.
He shifts around a bit so that he can feel Armie’s hard-on pressing against his abdomen.
God, yes, of course everything is huge on this guy.
They are both enjoying this.
Feeling the other but not yet doing anything. Enjoying the thrill about what is about come.
But Timothée needs to get things straight first.
So he licks his lips, leans forward, rubbing slightly against Armie’s hard-on, and says,
“What would you say if you had to wait one… fucking... year to have some good… proper… sex? Would you call yourself a whore then?”
Armie squints his eyes; Timothée can see that he feels really bad now for calling him that. Good.
“I’m sorry,” he murmurs, “I didn’t mean it like that… I just didn’t know how to name what you are doing…”
But now comes the best part: Timothée leans forward again, breathing into Armie’s ear…
“Well, I prefer the word slut. Because I like it really… slutty.”
And he grins triumphantly when the hard cock under him twitches against his ass.
Humans are so easy.
Armie clears his throat before he asks softly, “But just to get it right: you do this all voluntarily, right? You don’t have to when you don’t want to, do you? You don’t have to do that just because some dork wishes that?”
And this, without a doubt is making Timothée feel things that he's never felt before. Because how fucking cute is this? That this tall hot guy worries about him.
“Well, only those who were well-behaved get presents, right?” he answers. “But yeah, Will checks the guys, if they are creepy or something. And he knows what I like…or what the others like.”
“What do you like?” Armie asks curiously.
Timothée shrugs his shoulders. "Nice guys, sexy guys, tall guys…" He wriggles again on Armie's hard-on until a little moan escapes Armie's mouth and grins contently.
“So you’re really a real elf?” Armie asks hoarsely, straightening up a bit, so that they get even closer, feeling each other’s presence, and lays his hands on Timothée's thighs.
“Yeah…”
“And what makes an elf an elf?” Armie grins at him and his hands start caressing his thighs.
“You mean things like we glow when we come and spurt a rainbow? Or that I can come as often as I want to and when you swallow my cum you can make a wish? Things like that?” Timothée asks teasingly.
Armie's grin is now just inches from his lips. "I’m not sure I can believe you."
"How about you find out?" Timothée whispers.
Armie lets his hands slide around Timothée’s hips and it feels so good to have these big hands there, Timothée’s whole body wants to be touched by these hands.
“Your name was Timothée, right?” Armie asks and his hands slide over Timothée’s lower back. “Can I call you Timmy? I like Timmy.”
“As you wish,” Timothée answers out of his habit to please but Armie immediately raises an eyebrow in rebuke, obviously not approving of this habit. So Timothée dutifully answers, “Yeah, Timmy is okay.”
“And you are already of age, right?”
Again out of habit Timothée says “As you wish” but this time Armie’s rebuking eyebrow is even higher. So again Timothée answers dutifully “Yes, I am.” While in the back of his head he thinks that this is fucking cute that Armie asks, that he cares.
Still he can’t resist to add in a seductive voice, ”So you can do with me whatever you like.”
“Good,” Armie stands up abruptly so that Timothée slips from his lap and Armie takes his hand and drags him along. “Then off to my torture chamber.”
Timothée laughs out loud because he likes Armie’s sense of humour. But when he sees Armie’s deadly serious and stern face, his heart slips for a moment. This was a joke, right? What if Will had overlooked something…?
But then Armie bursts out laughing and says, “Sorry, I always wanted to be an actor.”
Timothée rolls his eyes but lets out a big relieved sigh. “Asshole,” he murmurs quietly, although he has to admit that he might already have fallen in love a little bit. With this guy with this big warm smile. And his sexy voice. And these fucking hot tall body. And who could blame him after one fucking year with nothing but boring or stupid elves around him.
In the bedroom Timothée sees that no, it is not a torture chamber. But there are some things… Next to the round bed with black and dark purple satin bedding, chains and ropes are hung on the wall.
“Don’t worry, I won’t do anything you don’t want to do.” Armie’s voice is warm and kind.
Timothée lets his fingers glide over the ropes and chains and feels the texture.
He has never done this before, but he isn’t scared. It’s rather that his body begins to tingle and his heart to beat faster from excitement.
He looks at Armie and smiles at him with a beating heart when Armie immediately presses him against the wall with his abdomen, rubbing their hard-ons together and this time it’s Timothée who has to let out a little moan. It feels just too fucking good.
And just as Timothée thinks that now they are finally going to kiss, that now the teasing was enough, Armie takes a step back and just looks at him… Admiring him.
Timothée likes that. Being looked at, being admired, being wanted. But when Armie says “You’re beautiful” Timothée blushes because words like that make him shy nevertheless. He is just about to step nervously from one foot to the other when Armie finally approaches him again and whispers, "Well, let's see what makes an elf an elf, shall we?!” A soft hand is in his hair and then finally finally Armie’s soft lips are on his.
Timothée involuntarily has to sigh because fuck yes, it had been so fucking long.
He kisses Armie right back, and because he can’t take any teasing any longer, he grabs Armie’s face, deepens the kiss until he finally invades the other man's mouth with his tongue and the kissing battle begins.
Soon his body burns from Armie's rough kissing, the beard scratches his delicate skin but Timothée doesn’t care. He wants to do this forever, just wet and hungry kisses. But the need of wanting more is persistently there when Armie rubs his thumb over Timothée’s nipples through the fabric, making them hard, the fabric giving it an extra nice friction. It gets worse when Armie lowers his head a bit and just fucking sucks his nipples through his shirt. First the left one, then the right one, until the fabric is soaking wet. God! This feels just so fucking good! Timothée bites his lip, his hands are in Armie’s hair, and he is just enjoying the feeling, but this is nothing compared to the feeling when Armie goes down on him, his mouth covering his clothed cock, sucking on it until it’s wet.
He’s turned around then and when Armie groans at what he is seeing, Timothée has to smile to himself because yes, of course he’s not wearing anything under the pants, he just had made the see-through fabric a bit denser, so it wasn’t completely obvious from the first look, and he’s glad that Armie seems to like that.
Armie cups his ass, kneads it and wobbles it, and when – bam – he even hits it softly, Timothée has to gasp at this electrifying sensation this is giving him.
“God, tell this Chalamala that he did an excellent job,” Armie murmurs before Timothée feels a soft bite on his ass and has to moan again.
“I will,” he pants when – God!– he has to gasp out even louder because Armie is pulling his cheeks apart and pushing his tongue deep into his ass despite his pants and this restraint teasing is nearly killing him.
“God, you’re so sexy.” Armie is murmuring when he’s coming up again, pressing his hard-on against Timothée’s ass.
He turns Timothée around again to kiss him and when he undresses him, Timothée thinks it’s fucking adorable that Armie is extra cautious with his clothes, careful not to tear anything.
Timothée lays down naked on the bed then, elbows propped up, and whispers “I wanna try it.”
Armie looks at him, making sure, he really means what he says. He leans over him, feels him up, his big hands glide over his legs, his cock, until he is over him, kissing him deeply and pressing his abdomen against his hard-on, rubbing it.
“You wanna be tied up?”
“Yes.”
And then out of nowhere Armie has a robe in his hands that he softly wraps around Timothée’s wrists.
“Okay?”
Timothée nods. “Yeah.”
Armie kisses his stomach than, soft kisses, kisses the tip of his burning cock, while he opens the lube in his hand; takes his cock into his mouth, swallows it, sucks it, teases it, while his big fingers enter him and spread him.
And Timothée can’t do anything but moan. His cock being sucked, his ass being spread and his tied wrists giving him an extra sensation that he never wants to miss again.
When Armie enters him with his cock, Timothée holds his breath. Armie is huge but he had spread him thoroughly and when Armie is finally all the way in and begins to fuck him, Timothée wants just that and nothing else. Armie penetrates him, takes him, first soft then more and more determined, making his body first tremble, then quiver, then explode.
They do it in every possible position and Timothée loves that, because he loves being bent, his legs stretched, feeling Armie’s strength and not being able to do anything, just let it happen, and Armie is fucking him, hitting his sweet spot, over and over again, letting him moan and groan unrestrained.
Soon Armie finds out what was right about him being an elf because Timothée comes hard on the satin, he comes hard on Armie and he comes hard on himself while Armie is fucking him through his orgasms, one after the other, he himself staying hard as a rock.
And everything is just so fucking good.
The only downside is that even if Timothée is able to come multiple times doesn’t mean he can’t get exhausted or sore.
So Armie takes him still with his wrists tied under the shower to relax, giving him a nice massage with a sponge, caressing every part of his body before he goes down on him again. He sucks his cock devotedly and when Timothée comes into Armie’s hot and wet mouth, his legs are already shaking from exhaustion.
The trembling gets even worse when he is back on the bed, flat down on his stomach and Armie is licking his entrance. His whole body is shivering, the soreness making each contact even more sensitive. Armie’s hands try to soothe him, but it is just too much. Unable to do anything he groans and feels his cock hardening again. Every nerve of his body screams, the ecstasy runs to the tips of his hair, he feels Armie's hot tongue deep inside of him and his already hard cock just needs a little friction against the sheets under him to - Fuuuck! - come one last time.
He is turning around, gasping for air, his eyes seeing stars, a buzzing in his ears…
God! That was fucking-
There isn’t even a word to describe it.
Armie’s soft hands are caressing his trembling body while his lips kiss his damp skin when Timothée realizes that Armie didn’t come yet.
Timothée is really exhausted but he wants to suck Armie’s cock.
“You wanna come in my mouth?” and he is licking his dry lips.
Armie looks at him mindfully, “You sure?”
“Yeah, sure…” Timothée reassures him and is once more touched by Armie’s caring nature.
He crawls from the bed and gets on his knees.
He waits for Armie to stand before him and slowly lets the tall man’s big cock glide into his mouth. It’s huge but he loves it, it’s difficult to keep the balance with his hands tied but he loves it.
And Armie seems to love it too, especially when Timothée looks up to him.
Armie’s big hands are in his curls, on his cheeks, caressing him.
“God, you’re so beautiful.”
And Timothée’s eyes flutter when he hears those words.
He lets the big cock glide out of his mouth and licks his lips.
“Do you wanna come on my face?”
Again Armie is just looking at him. Yes, he is horny, but he is also so soft and kind. It’s like Timothée can see right through his eyes, to the bottom of his soul. And it almost hurts to see it.
Armie slowly lets his thumb glide over Timothée’s cheek, lays his hand on his dick and begins to pump.
It’s an incredible hot sight to see this tall hot guy jerking himself off, rubbing his cock and grunting.
It looks fucking amazing to see those muscles tense.
Timothée opens his mouth and sticks out his tongue.
A last groan and Armie’s body spasms and Timothée feels cum on his tongue and on his cheek.
And this time he’s not surprised when Armie instantly wipes his cum from his face, muttering a soft “Sorry” and gives him tender kisses to apologize.
Timothée just grins because he can’t get enough of this tall hot guy that is somehow just so sweet, caring and kind.
Armie softly unties the ropes from his wrists and they crawl exhausted on the bed. Armie pulls Timothée with his back to him and embraces his body with his strong arms. Somehow possessive. Somehow affectionate. And Timothée likes this mixture immensely.
Why can’t it be like this forever?
Why can’t he stay here with Armie?
This has been incredible.
He has never felt like this before.
So belonging, so safe.
Timothée holds Armie’s big hands in his and is playing with them when he hears Armie say, “You know that you are not a slut, right?”
“Yeah…”
He knows he doesn’t sound convincing. He just has heard it all before. All those stupid elves gossiping behind his back. Yes, he has Will and Joey and Guillian as friends but he just doesn’t belong there. He hates it there. He always feels so fucking trapped there.
Armie’s kisses on his shoulder are soft and tender.
God, how he wishes he could stay here forever…
He feels so exhausted and so protected that he is almost drifting to sleep when he hears Armie murmur, “You don't happen to work for the Easter Bunny too, do you?"
*
When he wakes in the night, and has too many thoughts in his head, he gets up, grabs his mobile and heads for the living room to get something to drink. He sits down on the couch, a blanket wrapped around his body and pulls up his legs.
Woah, Will has left around 10 messages.
>>Oh my god! OH MY GOD! OH. MY. GOD!
I can’t believe you’re leaving us alone here!!!
But I’m so happy for you!!!
So he is nice???
I know I am very good at my job. No need to thank me ;)
YES, you do!!!
Kidding.
Tell me everything!!
I’m so curious! Aaahhh!
Can’t believe you are going!!
I hope we at least get a farewell party or something?<<
Timothée frowns. What the hell was he talking about? What had happened?
Then he sees that he got an email from the Department of Santa Claus Incorp.
>>Dear Timothée,
Christmas is the feast of love and we act accordingly.
Our radar has shown that you and a human have developed deep feelings for one another.
As you are an elf and have no chance to stay in contact with him, we hereby set you free.
If you agree to the terms of utmost secrecy about the Santa Claus Incorp., you can live like a human being.
All arrangements and documents will be compiled in the next few days.
On behalf of Santa Claus<<
What the fuck??
Timothée sits just there and laughs out loud when he hears Armie’s voice.
“There you are.”
Armie is standing in the doorway with bed hair and sleepy eyes. “Don’t scare me like that! I thought you were already gone without saying goodbye!”
“Sorry,” Timothée grins at him. And he finds that he is unable to stop.
He can stay here!
“So what are you grinning about?” Armie sits down beside Timothée, resting his hand on his knee and sliding his thumb over it.
“I can stay.”
“You what?”
“I can stay.”
“How?”
“I don’t know.”
“Really? How?”
Timothée laughs and shrugs his shoulders. “I don’t know. But I got a letter, look!” he shows the email to Armie.
“God…” Armie takes a deep breath. “This is…”
Then suddenly Timothée gets scared for a second, “You do want me to stay, don’t you?”
“Fuck yes!” Armie exclaims, takes Timothee's face in his big hands and gives him a big kiss on his lips.
Timothée lets out a relived sigh.
God...!
Finally free!
He can’t stop grinning.
“So what about your ears?” Armie scratches his beard. “Can you keep them?”
“I don’t know!” Timothée once again says and laughs.
And with that, we exit Armie's house and leave the two of them excitedly chatting on the couch, treating them to a wonderful Christmas.
Have yourself a merry, merry Christmas season :)