“Yes.” Danny smiled dreamily. “I meant to tell you. I love the new Dangereux Cologne campaign they’ re running for Christmas.”
A smile edged out Mark’ s pensive mood. “That silly thing.”
“Silly?” Danny purred, “It’ s fucking sexy.”
Mark blushed instantly, closing the folder.
“You…in those tight black slacks…and nothing else?” Danny whispered, “Sitting like Santa, waiting for someone to cuddle on your lap…mother fucker.”
“Daniel. You’ re embarrassing me.” Mark loved it.
“Will you be our Santa for the Parsons and Company Christmas party?”
“I doubt it very much.” Mark nudged the file towards him.
“I wouldn’ t mind sitting on top of you whispering my Christmas wish into your ear.”
Just as Mark’ s skin lit on fire at the sexual comment, he was shocked out of his trance when Steve entered his office. “Hey, Mark…I just got a call from Alex.”
The way Danny bolted to his feet and snatched the file from the desk had ‘guilty as sin’ written all over it. He passed Steve at the doorway and shouted back, “Thanks for the input, Mark,” escaping down the hall.
Mark was left spinning in his wake while Steve asked, “What was that all about?”
Waving Steve’ s question off, Mark said, “I told Alexander we’ d discuss his attendance at the ‘gig’ at home later.”
Steve moved to stand beside Mark, taking the phone set off his head so he could toy with Mark’ s long locks. “He said Oliver is playing guitar there.”
“And? So?” Mark spun around to confront Steve. “Allow him to go drinking at a club? Don’ t indulge him, Steven.”
“Wanna play chaperone?”
“Oh, please!” Mark choked at the absurdity. “Tolerate loud rubbish for hours on end in a bar for eighteen year olds? Do you hear yourself?”
“You sound like an old man,” Steve teased.
Mark combusted at the comment. “That was over the top, Steven! Fine! You want to go? Go! Leave me alone.” Trying to show an end to the topic, Mark spun back to his computer, giving Steve his back.
“Mark…” Steve chided. “Mark Antonious, stop ignoring me.”
All the lovely warmth from Danny’ s compliment had vaporized into self-doubt again. Mark rubbed his face in agony. “I need fucking Botox.”
“Mark!” Steve physically spun Mark’ s chair around to face him. He plopped down on Mark’ s lap, looping his arm around Mark’ s shoulder.
“What did we say about this type of thing in the work place, Steven?” Mark gave him an admonishing raising of his eyebrow. “The bloody door’ s open.”
Steve nudged Mark’ s long hair aside and licked his ear. “I have a Christmas wish, Santa.”
Cracking a smile, knowing that ad would get him this type of attention, Mark humored him. “Depending on whether or not you have been a bad or good boy, what would you like Santa to bring you this year, copper?”
“A week…you and me in the French Alps…alone…so I can suck and fuck you to my heart’ s content.”
Though he was intrigued, Mark replied, “We have a son. A son whom without parental control, will go wild. And you already do fuck and suck me to your heart’ s content right here in LA.”
When Steve began chewing on Mark’ s jaw and neck, sending tingles through Mark’ s crotch, Mark closed his eyes. “Stop. We’ re at work.” That didn’ t even convince me.
~
Donny held the telephone to his ear. “Yes. I could be there anytime you’ re available.” He noticed his twin step into his office and acknowledged him.
“Will tomorrow morning work for you, Mr. Rothschild?”
“Call me, Donny. And yes. How about nine?” Donny watched as Danny tossed something on his desk.
“Fine. I’ ll see you then.”
“See ya. Bye.” Donny disconnected the call and looked down. “No!”
“I didn’ t think you’ d seen it yet.” Danny grinned demonically.
Donny held up the magazine which was opened to Mark’ s ad. “I can’ t get enough of the guy. I feel like I’ m obsessing over him.”
“I just came from his office. I can still smell his cologne on me.” Danny sniffed at his suit jacket sleeve.
“Get your arm over here.” As his brother fanned it at him, Donny took a deep inhale of air. “Fuck, I’ m constantly hard.”
“I think we should ask Harold Parsons to allow Mark to play Santa at the office Christmas party.”
Donny grinned wickedly, eying the ad. “Yes! Dressed like this. Nothing on but tight black slacks.”
“Well, maybe we can get him a red and white furry hat.” Danny leaned over to see the magazine with his brother.
“I called Bruno and left a message on his voicemail.” Donny tried to pry his vision away from Mark’ s image. “I told him I need to get laid. Jesus, Dan, working with those two guys makes me insane. I’ ve managed to schedule as many appointments as I can to get out of here.”
Danny took the magazine back to admire. “I know. Believe me.”
“I wish I could be a voyeur in their bedroom.” Donny snatched the magazine out of his brother’ s hand. “Steve has to top. Has to.”
“No doubt.” Danny walked behind the desk to view the photo with Donny.
“I can just imagine Steve fucking Mark’ s goddamn brains out.”
“Wouldn’ t you?”
Donny rubbed his crotch again as his cock throbbed. “Judging by the damn bulge in his pants, bet Richfield is hung like a fucking horse.”
“Jesus. A man who looks like that with a big dick as well?”
“Gentlemen?”
Donny swooshed the magazine quickly under the desk as Mr. Parsons entered his office. Danny stood at attention beside him.
“Yes, Harold?” Donny asked calmly.
“I’ m just taking a survey about our holiday party this year.” Harold relaxed in the vacant leather chair in front of Donny’ s desk.
“We were discussing that as well, Harold,” Danny replied.
“Were you? Well, I suppose now that it’ s approaching this weekend we do need to get some final decisions made. It’ s been booked at the Beverly Wilshire. I only have one quick question for the new staff because everything was planned so long ago now.”
Donny gave Danny a quick curious glance.
“I don’ t want to sound awkward,” Harold muttered, “But I assume you will be bringing partners. Was that a good assumption on my part?”
Donny was slightly relieved at the simplicity of the query. “Yes, sir. I would like to bring my partner.”
“Daniel?” Harold addressed him.
“If that’ s all right with you.”
“Perfectly. It’ s just the caterer wants our last minute accurate head count. I assumed everyone would be in pairs, but Ray, my secretary told me never to assume anything. Well, for instance, Mark and Steven now have a son, so of course he is welcome.” Harold paused, “All children, partners and spouses are welcome. So? What can I count on for the two of you?”
“Just a partner, sir.” Danny smiled wryly. “No children yet.”
“The same here, Harold.” Donny grinned.
“Perfect.”
As Harold rose to his feet, Donny removed the hidden magazine and held his breath on his presumptuous request as his brother looked on in anxiety. “Harold?”
“Yes, my boy?” Harold paused at the door.
Donny moved around the desk and handed him the open magazine. “We think Mark should play Santa at the party.”
Harold’ s expression lit up in amusement. His laughter was loud and robust as he gazed at Mark’ s ad. “If you can convince him, I have no complaints. And I don’ t think the rest of the staff would either.” Harold handed Donny back the magazine. “It would be a shift from our usual Saint Nick, but we’ ve always been on the cutting edge, haven’ t we?” Harold winked and left.
“I love working here!” Danny gushed.
“Go!” Donny pushed his brother to the hall.
“Go?” Danny panicked and dug in his heels.
“Yes. Go now!” Urging his brother down the hall was like pushing a lead weight.
“You’ re kidding. He’ ll never do it,” Danny muttered profanity the entire distance down the corridor.
When they stood at the door to Mark’ s office, both twins peered in.
“Mother fucker,” Donny sighed.
Steve heard him. He jerked away from Mark’ s lips and hopped off his lap, wiping his face as if it was smeared with lipstick. “Sorry, guys.”
Mark ran his hand through his hair nervously. “What did I tell you about this kind of thing at work, Officer Miller!” Mark chided.
“I’ m gonna cream,” Donny whined, rubbing his crotch.
Danny elbowed him in the ribs to shut up.
“Did you need something?” Steve put some distance between he and Mark, his cheeks felt boiling hot.
While Donny stared with his mouth agape, Danny took the magazine from his brother’ s motionless fingers and brought it to Steve. “We, I mean, the office wants Mark to play Santa at this year’ s Christmas party.”
Steve took one look at the ad and roared with hilarity.
Running his fingers through his long hair, Mark mumbled sarcastically, “Oh, I’ m certain Harold would just love that.”
“He would.” Donny grinned wickedly. “He asked us to convince you.”
Steve’ s laughter intensified until he was bent over holding his gut.
“Steven!” Mark scolded. “What on earth is so funny?”
“I love it!” Steve tried to calm down. “Every year some fat shit plays Santa Claus and is ignored from the boredom. You? You on the other hand.”
Danny sidled up closer to Mark, leaning on his shoulder as Mark sat in his chair. “Come on, Mark.”
“You want me in a fat suit? A flamin’ white beard on me chin?” Mark cringed.
“No!” Donny rushed to sandwich Mark on the opposite side as his brother. “Like this.” Donny pointed to the ad.
Steve dabbed at his tears. In reality, it was just the gift Mark needed this season. A boost to his fragile ego.
“Like that?” Mark pointed to it. “In nothing but pants?”
“Yes!” the twins shouted in stereo.
