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Ferdinand let out a loud sigh as he stared at the glass door with the word Subway and the open 24 hours subheader, his long red hair sticking out a messy ponytail through the back of his black ball cap.
“Staring at the door isn’t going to make the clock tick faster, Aegir,” Hubert murmured as he popped a tray of bread in the oven to bake.
Ferdinand pouted and let out a pitiful whine, “I just hate working on holidays.” He then grabbed plastic bags to refill the bag pile. “Plus, no one is going to come in tonight. We aren’t in time square. We’re five blocks away.” He complained.
Hubert rolled his eyes, “Need I remind you that you had to work tonight because you have requested literally every holiday of the entire year, and this is one you have to work. You got off New years day, Valentine's, St. Patty’s, Good Friday, Easter, Mother’s day, Father’s day, Independence day, Labor day, Halloween, Thanksgiving, Black Friday, Christmas Eve, and Christmas day.” He shrugged at the other observation. They probably wouldn’t get many customers, but they got paid time and a half to work on Holidays. Hubert worked every single one.
“Easy for you to complain about. You don’t celebrate most of them,” Ferdinand sniffed and wiped the counters for the fourth time in the last hour.
“Yeah, fuck me for being Jewish, right. How dare I live in a country that only caters to one religion when no places give off for Yom Kippur or Ross Hoshanah? Honestly, do you ever think before you speak?”
Ferdinand’s pretty face grimaced, and he shook his head, “You’re right. That was shitty of me. Sorry.”
Ferdinand had already had an incident where he suggested that Petra should work Thanksgiving since she was Native America and her family celebrated Indigenous people's day. Ferdinand had nearly been fired, but he apologized, and she and Petra didn’t push the issue.
Ferdinand grew up a wealthy white man and had no idea of the struggles of anyone who wasn’t a caucasian, straight, Christian, American-born male. It was frustrating, and he grew tired of their group having to be his guide to being a not-shit person. Hubert didn’t consider himself friends with Aegir; frankly, he didn’t like him. He understood that his father was a republican house representative and his beliefs were ass-backward. However, Ferdinand had been out of his father’s house and in college for two years, and he was just really learning about the world outside his parent’s point of view.
Hubert wasn’t the type to have many friends, but he did have a group he hung out. He would consider Edelgard his best friend, then Thea, Hapi, Petra, Bernie, and Mon were all his friends. He considered Lin. Balthus, Yuri, and Caspar were acquaintances. Then there was Ferdinand, who he tolerated because the rest of them, aside from Lin, liked him. Thea used to dislike him, but the little butthead had grown on her.
He really didn’t find anything remarkable about Aegir besides his indecently pretty face and round ass. Ferdinand was a regulation hottie physically, but his personality left much to be desired.
He hated that they both worked here, but Caspar’s cousin Randolph was the district manager and got them both jobs here. It paid well enough for a college student to have fun money. Hubert needed it for a little more than that, though. Scholarships covered his tuition, but he had to pay for his room and board, not to mention books and anything else. Hubert’s mom died when he was young, and his dad disowned him when he came out as queer.
Hubert’s dad had no issue with him dating men, but his dad still saw him as a woman. Hubert had come out to his friends and started to refuse to dress feminine at age 12, and his dad hadn’t cared about the clothing or the short hair. However, when Hubert told him at 17 that he was a man and wanted to get on testosterone, his father kicked him out. Edelgard and her father let him move in with them. Mr. Hresvleg had actually provided for him through his senior year, and he would love to be able to pay that back.
After two hours of restocking and cleaning, there was nothing more they could do. Ferdinand stood behind the counter, fiddling with his phone and pouting. Hubert couldn’t help himself from peeking over Ferdinand’s shoulders. Ferdinand was looking at the party that was happening at Caspar’s frat. Their entire friend group was at it, posting pictures and stories.
“That’s just going to make you more miserable,” Hubert murmured.
Ferdinand jerked and then spun and glared at Hubert, “Mind your own business, Hubert!” He hissed and then glared back at his phone.
“You know I am correct,” He shrugged and pulled his book from the back counter, starting to read a novel for his literature class.
Around eleven, Ferdinand grumbled, “I won’t even get a New Year’s kiss.”
Hubert rolled his eyes and sat his book down, “Lots of people don’t have a New Year's kiss, plus you’re even seeing anyone.”
“Just because I’m not dating someone doesn’t mean that I don’t like to have a holiday kiss to ring in the new year,” He stuck out his tongue like the immature little shit he was.
“Well, your last year's kiss buddy Thea is dating Petra now, so who would you even of kissed?” Hubert doesn’t know why he kissed.
He shrugged, “I don’t know. Maybe Yuri.”
Hubert blinks, “But…Yuri is a guy.”
Ferdinand gives him a weird look, “and?”
Hubert glares at him, “Just because he is trans doesn’t mean it is not gay to kiss him.”
Ferdinand blinked at him and tilted him, “Yes. I realize that. Do you have some kind of biphobia or something?”
“What?” Hubert almost screeched at him. How could anyone accuse him of biphobia? Hubert was a gay man, but he had no issue with Bi people and had dated plenty of bi guys in the past. “No!”
“Oh!” Ferdinand’s eyes widened, “You were working on Halloween!”
“And?!” Hubert snapped. He didn’t understand where this conversation was going.
“Yeah, I came out to everyone then. I’m bi.” Ferdinand said nonchalantly.
“Oh,” He said lamely and frowned. His friends didn’t precisely gossip a lot, but he didn’t understand how this information didn’t reach him. Especially with Dorothea, the queen of bi-pride in their group, trying to get Edelgard to join the LGBTQIA activist group on campus because she wanted more bisexuals in the group.
“I apologize for assuming you were being transphobic then,” He wasn’t one to apologize often. Still, he had assumed something shitty about Ferdinand because of his upbringing and never even considered the man was bi. Ferdinand didn’t deserve that.
Ferdinand nibbled his bottom lip, “I know sometimes I say stupid shit. Like the earlier comment about you not celebrating those holidays, I never want to be bigoted toward anyone. It’s just a lot of unlearning all the ignorant shit people around me said growing up, and on occasion, I parrot something horrible without even thinking about it. And I don’t have any issue kissing someone trans.”
Hubert nodded. He, indeed, was tired of being one of Ferdinand’s guides to escaping a republican and bigoted upbringing, but he understood what he was saying. “Good to know,” Hubert muttered.
Ferdinand brightened, “Why is it good to know? Do you want to be my New Years' kiss, Hubert?” He fluttered pretty lashes at Hubert.
Hubert stumbled back and bumped into the stainless steel countertop behind him. His face flamed, and he sputtered, “W-what?”
“You said it was good to know,” Ferdinand said, taking a step forward with a smirk on his face.
“I meant it was good to know that you did view trans people as invalid!” He choked, “Not that I was personally interested in you kissing people!”
Ferdinand’s lip curled, “Well, now you know, and the option is on the table.” He crossed his arms over his broad chest.
Hubert coughed nervously, then shook his head, “You want to kiss me? Seriously?” He was dumbstruck by Ferdinand flirting with him. He would have never assumed something like this was possible. He thought the discontent was mutual between the both of them.
Ferdinand shrugged, “You are hot,” He looked Hubert over with an appraising glance, “Yes, very hot. I wouldn’t complain a bit about you being my new Year kiss.”
Hubert’s jaw dropped. Ferdinand Aegir thought he was hot. Ferdinand Aegir thought he was hot!
FERDINAND AEGIR THOUGHT HE WAS HOT! When Ferdinand looked at his phone, Hubert’s brain was trying to process the information. Ferdinand interrupted his train of thought by saying, “You got like 15 minutes to decide,” He lifted his phone, showing him the time.
“We…we don’t get along,” Hubert interjected. He shouldn’t want to kiss Ferdinand. He didn’t like Ferdinand. He was physically attracted to him. Was it okay to kiss him based on that?
“And?” Ferdinand shrugged, “sometimes that can make it better.”
He remembered Ferdinand and Thea had made out last year when they didn’t get along. It had been a dare, but they had both seemed pretty into it.
“I…” He ran a hand through his bangs, pushing them off his face, “I guess it would be okay. As long as you know that, it doesn’t mean I am into you.”
Ferdinand laughed, “Yeah, no worries. I’m not into you, either. Just think you’re kinda sexy.” Ferdinand gave him another lusty look, making Hubert feel like prey. He felt a shiver room through him at that look.
Hubert shook his head, not knowing what to say to that. He tried to read more for the next few minutes, but he was truly not absorbing anything. He was going to kiss Ferdinand. His brain just kept repeating that over and over. He didn’t want to focus on it. It was making him nervous.
Ferdinand walked over to him and murmured, “One minute,” He stood in front of Hubert and licked his full lips.
Hubert’s eyes zeroed in on his tongue, and his hands began to shake. Hubert wasn’t the type to just randomly hook up with someone. He had only kissed people he was dating, but a new years kiss would be fine. He nodded, “Okay,” He whispered.
Ferdinand smirked and stood on his toes to reach Hubert’s mouth. Their lips touched, and Hubert was surprised by how soft Ferdinand’s lips were. The kiss was chaste and pleasant, and he was about to pull back, but Ferdinand’s hands slammed on the wall on both sides of his head. He blinked, but Ferdinand started to slide his tongue along Hubert’s lips, and Hubert gasped in response.
Ferdinand seized the opportunity and started kissing Hubert until he was breathless and his entire body was hot from the kiss. “You taste delicious,” Ferdinand growled against his lips, and Hubert’s breath hitched.
He wasn’t about to interrupt this by chatting. Ferdinand was the best kisser he had ever experienced, and he didn’t want it to end.
However, when Ferdinand’s hand left the wall and started to rub along Hubert’s body he got nervous. He never liked when men tried to take his binder off and play with his chest. It gave him dysphoria and when Ferdinand hand’s moved in an upward motion Hubert grabbed his hands.
“I…don’t touch my chest,” Hubert warned against Ferdinand’s bruised lips. He was worried about killing the mood, but it would be ruined anyway if Ferdinand touched him there.
Ferdinand’s hand slid back down and sat on his waistline and between kisses, he murmured, “No problem, can I touch you down here,” He ran his hand down the line of Hubert’s concave stomach.
“Yes,” He surprised himself by saying. Wasn’t this supposed to be a kiss? Now Ferdinand was about to pleasure him at work? He should be saying no, but it had been a while, and well, Ferdinand was fucking hot. He knew how shallow that was.
He groaned when Ferdinand’s hand slid down into his slacks He rubbed against the hem panel of the boxers, spreading his lips. Hubert moaned loudly. The thing about testosterone shots was it made him super horny and super sensitive.
“I didn’t know you could even make a sound like that. It was so filthy, do it again!” Ferdinand purred as he swirled his fingers in circles, rubbing against the small cock.
Hubert panted, “Ferdinand!” His head fell forward and leaned on the redhead’s polo-shirt-covered shoulders.
“Fuck, you’re turning me on so much,” Ferdinand hissed as he went to kiss the plane of Hubert’s jaw.
“Me? Fuck! You’re about to make me cum!” Hubert accused.
Ferdinand growled, “Don’t just talk about it. Cum for me, Hubert!”
Hubert shuddered, and his head fell back as he cried out. Ferdinand was making him shatter. He would have fallen if Ferdinand hadn’t had a strong arm around him. “Ferdinand! Stop! It’s too sensitive.” Hubert whined as Ferdinand ignored his demand and kept stroking his clit.
“You’ve got another one in there for me; I know you do,” Ferdinand grumbled in his ear.
Hubert squeezed his legs together and squirmed, “No! Please! Please just fuck me!” Hubert sobbed. He was overstimulated and felt like he was going to combust.
A low chuckle was breathed against his ear, “If you wanted me to fuck you, all you had to do was ask, babe,” Ferdinand’s voice was mocking, and it made hot shame burn through Hubert but also white-hot arousal.
Ferdinand ripped down Hubert’s slacks, “Hold on to the counter,” He commanded.
Hubert leaned forward with the guidance of Ferdinand’s palm pushing between his shoulder blades. He gripped the stainless steel counter.
“Do you want me to fuck your ass?” Ferdinand offered in a husky tone.
But they didn’t have lube, so Hubert hissed out a no. He didn’t mind being penetrated anywhere, and at least Ferdinand wasn’t referring to it as a pussy. Hubert wasn’t in a place where he could handle any dysphoria. All he wanted to handle was pleasure.
Ferdinand lined up and started to press into him. “Ahhh!” Hubert let out. Ferdinand stretched him as he sunk in, and Hubert wasn’t used to it. He wasn’t penetrated often; if he was, it was a small toy or two of his slender fingers.
“Goddess, you feel so good, Hubert,” Ferdinand huffed, wonder in his tone. “I’m going to keep going if that's okay.”
“Please!” Was all that Hubert could manage. Ferdinand was making him crazy, and he wasn’t even entirely in.
“Fuck, had I known you begged so pretty, I would have made a move sooner,” He let out a choked laughed and sunk the rest of the way in.
Hubert whined and rubbed his face against the steel counter, reveling in the relief of its coldness versus all the heat Ferdinand was rippling.
“Nothing smart to say now, Hubert?” He laughed, and it was interrupted by a deep groan as Ferdinand cocked his hips and thrust.
“Ah!” Hubert chuffed and rolled his hips back to meet him.
“Needy thing,” Ferdinand laughed as he reached around him to rub Hubert’s small cock.
“Oh! Wait!” Hubert cried. He wasn’t going to be able to handle being fucked and stroked. He was already on the brink.
Ferdinand didn’t listen. His fingers moved faster as his cock started to pound into Hubert, “Take what I’m giving you. You clearly needed it.”
Hubert flailed against the counter. His hands squeezed the counter's edge as he had been told to, but his entire body rolled with each pet and stroke.
“You better come for me,” Ferdinand huffed, his voice losing composure, “You feel too good.”
So Ferdinand was close to breaking as well. Hubert let go with that thought, “Fuck!” He screeched as he clamped down around Ferdinand and came. His entire body tensed and tremored until he turned boneless and slumped, letting the counter hold his weight.
“That’s it!” Ferdinand roared as he felt the clamp of Hubert’s insides. His fingers dug in. Hubert knew that tomorrow, he would have bruises. Ferdinand gave a sloppy roll of his hips as Hubert felt Ferdinand flood him with his cum.
The both slumped against the counter, Ferdinand still inside him, panting for air. Ferdinand mumbled, “I’d be happy to work any holiday with you in the future.”