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thethespacecoyote · 6 years

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Several people wanted Timhelm and Gayperion for Requestmas, so I kind of combined them since they’re harder ships to write for me. Please enjoy!

Rhys wouldn’t miss Hyperion’s annual company Christmas party for the world.

It was much, much more than some tacky, break room affair filled with store-bought cupcakes and bad novelty ties. Hyperion rented out the sky-high ballroom of the fanciest hotel in the entirety of downtown, leaving its guests to dance and dine and drink right under the stars shining through the glass ceiling. They even enforced a dress-code, clearing out anyone who couldn’t manage to throw together a decent formal outfit and leave the holiday spirit as an accent rather than a dominant theme.

It was exclusive. There was good food. And Handsome Jack would be there.

Rhys was pretty sold.

Vaughn was on board as his plus-one, despite the fact that Hyperion events kind of intimidated him. But Rhys had tempted him enough with descriptions of the food and ambience from last year’s event, before they had started dating. And once he bought matching ties and cufflinks for them to wear, he’d had his boyfriend in deep.

They parked Rhys’ Tesla with the valet, both practically vibrating with excitement as they walked through the hotel’s luxurious lobby. Though the party was on the top floor, the front desks and furnishing were decked out with Hyperion-themed decorations, with a stylized depiction of Jack’s face replacing the usual mural splashed onto one of the massive walls. Rhys was giddy, his arm hooked with his boyfriends as the bellhop escorted them to the private express elevators as soon as Rhys flashed his digital invitation.

The ballroom was as gorgeous as it had been last year. Shimmering gold and white decorations covered the entire room, reflecting the scintillating stars shining above. With the glass roof the ballroom seemed even larger than its already massive size, nearly making Rhys dizzy as he looked around. Plenty of people were already there, laughter and conversations filling the huge space with a feeling of warmth and celebration.

The side of the room immediately across from the elevators was dominated by a huge stage shrouded in golden curtains and centered by a long dining table. A huge, ornate golden chair sat square in the middle, leather backrest emblazoned with a shiny “HJ.” The sight practically made Rhys vibrate in his fancy suit.

“Ohh my god, I can’t wait until his entrance. It’s always amazing,” he gushed, earning a placating smile and nod from his boyfriend.

Rhys considered himself lucky that Vaughn tolerated his Handsome Jack obsession. Any other boyfriend might end things over their partner covering their apartment in posters and figures of another man, but as Rhys put it, it was like fawning over a celebrity. Jack practically was a celebrity in any case, considering how his face was plastered all over the city, but that made him unattainable. Simply a fantasy, he always assured Vaughn, and little more.

“In the mean time….food?” Vaughn’s head swiveled, trying to peek over the heads of the crowds and find the buffet table. Rhys, with the advantage of height, grabbed his boyfriend’s hand and guided him through the crowds towards where the chefs were out preparing fresh meals for the many guests.

He left Vaughn by the prime rib station, taking a look at the rest of the magnificent spread. Rhys picked at a couple of appetizers, enjoying the little pancakes topped with fresh cream and lox as well as the little potato and bacon puffs, but before long he found himself drawn to the dazzling dessert station. Live pastry chefs filled cream puffs and topped off tarts before his very eyes, and the very end of the table was dominated by a glass front separating the guests from a huge machine churning out nitrogen-frozen ice cream with mix-ins of one’s choice. Rhys almost started to drool.

He put in an order for strawberry ice cream mixed with dark chocolate chips and almonds, before going to pile his little plate full of as many desserts as he could carry. He was about to grab a particularly enticing looking mini raspberry cheesecake, the last on the tray, when someone reached for it at the same time, their hands clashing together.

“Oh! I’m so sorry, here you take it—“ Rhys started as he retracted his hand, turning around to face the other man—when he stopped in his tracks, eyes frozen wide in shock.

It….it was…

It was Handsome Jack.

He gaped, stunned for a moment, as the man looked back at him, his eyebrows drawn in and confused in a way Rhys had never seen on Jack before. Just as he stuttered, trying to think of something to say, the lights went out, sweeping the room in a hush for a brief moment before a loud, booming voice filled the space from wall to wall.

“Hey kiddos, you ready for daddy to show you a good time?”

The stage nearly exploded in a shower of white doves and controlled, golden sparklers as Jack thundered out, his grinning visage projected on screens all around the bathroom. Rhys watched, mouth open in partial awe, partial confusion.

As Jack circled around the stage, high-fiving and fist-bumping any of the adoring guests reaching their hands out towards him, Rhys turned to look at the man he’d been gushing over only a couple seconds before. He could tell even in the dimmed light that he was blushing bright red, plate held up close to his chin as if he could hide his face behind the large slice of vanilla cake.

“I…you’re…I’m…huh?” Rhys babbled, trying to connect the dots. He hadn’t even started drinking yet, there’s no way he could be seeing double.

“I…I’m not Jack…” The other man admitted softly, lowering his plate and sending Rhys a sheepish smile. “Sorry…he’s not really open about the fact that he has a brother.”

“O-Oh! My god, I’m so sorry,” Rhys quickly apologized, his cheeks flushing with embarrassment to match that of the other man’s. The Not-Jack chuckled lightly, rubbing his neck.

“It’s okay, don’t worry….happens all the time.” He dismissed with a little smile that was too tense to make Rhys feel much better. He frowned, reaching back towards the tiny cheesecake and picked it up, depositing it on the man’s plate.

“Here, you can have it, to make up for me being stupid.” Not-Jack blinked at the gesture, surprised.

“Well…they’ll probably refill them in just a second but…thanks.” The smile was a little more genuine this time, as the man took a small bite out of the cheesecake. Good. Dessert solved everything.

“I appreciate the thought, um….what’s your name?” He asked shyly.

“Oh, um, I’m Rhys,” he instinctively stuck out his hand, really used to networking at these parties. Not-Jack indulged him, though, shaking the offered hand. “And you are..?”

“I’m—“

“Tim!” Came a gruff voice, that managed to break through the din of the party. Not-Jack stood on his tiptoes, waving at someone behind Rhys. He turned around, only to cower slightly as a giant of a man, just barely stretched into a formal suit, came trudging through the crowds.

To his surprise, Vaughn was tailing besides him, looking like a china doll next to the much larger guy.

“Hey, Rhys!” Vaughn beamed, a piece of prime rub dangling from his fork. “Look who I found next to the meat station! Remember the gym buddy I was telling you about?”

“O-Oh, you know Wilhelm?” Not-Jack—Tim—piped up curiously. Wilhelm nodded slowly, clapping Vaughn’s shoulder. Rhys was pretty sure if he wanted too, Wilhelm could ball his boyfriend up and toss him across the dance floor.

“Yeah! He’s my spotter, still not quite ready to spot for him yet though, right big guy?” Vaughn cheerfully elbowed the huge man.

“Oh you’re getting there, little man,” he replied gruffly. Vaughn laughed softly, though it died on his lips as he finally seemed to realize who he thought was speaking to him.

“W-Wait a second, I thought—“

“No, we already went through this.” Rhys waved him off. “This is um…Tim. Jack’s brother.”

Vaughn’s eyes widened.

“You’re dating Jack’s brother?” He said, maybe a little bit loudly, causing some heads to turn. Wilhelm thumped him on the shoulder, shushing him.

“Not so loud, little man,” he spoke lowly as Tim hid his face in his hand. “Jackie won’t be happy if the spotlight shifts off of him.”

“M-Maybe we should go to a private table?” Tim peeked up over his hand, looking at Vaughn and Rhys. “Um, do you guys want to join us?”

Rhys kind of felt like he’d stepped into a whirlwind of surprise relationships, but Wilhelm seemed interesting—if scary—and Tim seemed a less intimidating version of Jack, and he wouldn’t mind sitting down and ordering a couple of drinks. So he smiled, happily agreeing as Tim led them away to go find a nice, private corner where they could get to know one another and enjoy the rest of their night.

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