On the third day of Christmas...
Eggnog and Christmas Cookies (Taub/Kutner)
Taub should have known better than to allow himself to be taken in by Kutner's charm. Kutner had an easy smile and warm eyes. He also had a way of looking like a kicked puppy when he felt dejected. Christmas was only a few days away and Kutner was lonely. So Taub had felt sorry for him. But really, Taub should have know better than to go to Kutner's apartment with him. Taub mentally kicked himself for being so damn easy and nice.
Taub stood awkwardly in the hallway, taking note of the dozens of Christmas cards, decorated tree, and garland sprawled throughout the house. Taub's house seemed almost Grinch-like in comparison, and they only put up the few decorations because his wife had insisted on it.
“Are you going to stand there and gawk all day, or will you hang your coat up and follow me into the kitchen?” Kutner peaked around the corner and gave Taub a teasing smile. Taub did just that as soon as Kutner's face disappeared. He arrived in the kitchen and stopped in the doorway. Kutner held out a mug for Taub.
“Hot chocolate or eggnog?” He asked, staring deeply at Taub. Taub didn't know whether this was a test or not, but he felt uncomfortable under Kutner's intense gaze.
“Eggnog,” Taub answered and held his breath. Kutner's eyes seemed to twinkle with excitement and Taub's unease did not fade. But then four cups of eggnog later (and was it just him, or was the eggnog getting stronger?), Taub was feeling somewhat better. Then again, this should have just made him more worried. Taub looked up from his mug and saw Kutner had donned an apron.
“Lets bake Christmas cookies! We can make sugar cookies and decorate them with frosting. Tomorrow we can bring them to work, if we don't eat them all,” Kutner was rambling on about cookies and Taub was back to being worried. Mostly because he wasn't sure that Kutner had ever baked anything in his life. He was momentarily relived when Kutner pulled a stick of cookie dough out of his refrigerator though. But then Kutner was holding a huge knife and Taub was pretty sure that Kutner had drunk more than him, and wow this was a bad idea.
Taub reached for the knife at the same time that Kutner stumbled forward. The knife clashed to the ground as the two of them fell onto the floor, or rather, as Kutner fell on top of Taub. Taub looked around for the knife but it was suddenly forgotten as he realized Kutner wasn't moving. Panicking, Taub swerved his head to look up at Kutner. But Kutner was smiling and his eyes were closed slightly. He moved to rest his head on Taub's shoulder and Taub was reminded of why coming here was such a bad idea in the first place.
“You feel nice,” Kutner whispered and Taub pushed him off rather harshly. He scooped up the knife and began cutting cookies. Maybe if he just ignored this hard enough, nothing would happen and the moment would pass. Kutner stood behind Taub and Taub refused to look at him.
“What was that for?”
“Well, you were the one that wanted cookies.”
“No really, what the hell was that?”
Taub sighed. “I'm sorry. I just overreacted a little,” he said and he wished he could just go home to his wife. A few moments passed and Taub had a fleeting moment of relief.
Kutner moved quickly, wrapping his arms around Taub and cupping his crotch. The knife hit the table with a thud and Taub let out a gasp. Kutner's fingers began moving slowly and he tipped his head to the side and leaned up. He nibbled gently on Taub's ear and Taub realized he was gripping the counter so hard his fingers were turning white.
“I know you get off on cheating. At least this time, if your wife asks if you slept with another woman, you can honestly say no,” Kutner whispered into Taub's ear, as his fingers moved into Taub's pants. Taub could barely register the sound of his own zipper being undone as he lost himself in the moment. Taub bucked his hips slightly as Kutner's expert fingers worked his length. Kutner began to suck at Taub's pulse point on his neck and Taub couldn't help the shaky moan that escaped.
Taub felt the familiar rush of the forbidden nature of this act. He knew Kutner was right and he should have felt ashamed but it only turned him on more. The friction and the heat combined with the excitement was too much and Taub came much too soon for his liking. After a long exhale, everything suddenly sank in. He had just let Kutner, his very male co-worker, give him a handjob and then proceeded to come all over said male co-workers hand.
Kutner seemed unfazed however and simply washed his hand off. He picked up the knife and started cutting cookies again.
“What was that for?”
Kutner turned and gave Taub a look. “This cookies need to be in the oven before we do anything else,” he said simply and went back to the task at hand.
“You mean, you want to...” Taub trailed off, unease washing over him. Taub didn't even know if he wanted to continue but he felt as if he should repay the favor or something. Nothing is free. But what was this to become? A regular occurrence? A fling? An affair? Something more? Taub was regretting coming over more with every second that passed.
“Stop thinking about it so hard. I'm lonely. You like getting off with other people besides your wife. You obviously like me, and I like you, so just go with it,” Kutner said with a shrug, “Whatever happens, happens.” He finished the cookies and turned, nodding towards his bedroom, “It's your move.”
Taub could have easily weighted the pros and cons of this situation. He could have analyzed it, to see if the risks were worth the reward. But he didn't. Instead, he simply leaned forward, placed his hands on Kutner's hips and kissed him hard.
“How long until the cookies are done?”
“I'd say a good twenty minutes,” Kutner answered, his fingers already inching Taub's shirt up.
“Plenty of time,” Taub said and went back to kissing Kutner. Whatever happens, happens he told himself, for better or for worse.