Office Follies

Warnings: nothing that should scare anyone away ;)
Parings: SxS
Beta: Working her butt off to make it
Notes: After some trouble with disclaimers and moderators and whatever, we’re back online and I got a new chapter for you!!
I can’t wait for my beta to get off her lazy bum and finish the previous chapters, so be warned. I’ve re-read it but I’m sad to say I lack the ability to see my own errors.

And THANK YOU!

What wonderful response for only two chapters! I was sure no one would want to read it and then I get all these marvellous reviews! It makes me kind of angst ridden to continue writing. What if I disappoint? ;^^

Anyway, my beta threatened to chew me to bits if I stopped writing so here we are. Chapter 3

Enjoy

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3

The blond absently stroked two fingers against his lips. It was early morning and the traffic was already thick down on the street. The sun was above the horizon and made a splendid color mix across the sky. Distant green eyes saw none of it. The cup of coffee in his hand was forgotten the moment he had taken it. Soft.

It had been soft and wet and exhilarating and completely out of the blue. Did you do that to another man? Why the… the kiss? Had it even been a kiss? Could you call something so… hot a kiss? He had kissed girls, but never like that. Was it because of the alcohol and the emotional stress of the mugger? Squall had been rather out of it for a while there. It had to be… But to kiss another guy?

Seifer took an absent sip of the coffee and hissed as he burned his tongue. Griever made a loud mewl and scattered as Seifer cursed and spilled the hot liquid all over the bench. He better stop fretting. It had just been some freak thing after a freaky night and he better just pretend it never happened. Yeah. Just like that. Ignore it and forget it and don’t bother with the confusion.

*****

The day had been a pain. The schedule had been tight from scratch and by the afternoon Squall felt as if he was running after a speeding train, unable to keep up. Damn incompetent idiots to misplace a shipment of 6 tons of steel. How the fuck did you manage to send that quantity across the ocean to the far reaches of Galbadia, when it was supposed to go to the central harbor of Esthar?

The brunet shook his head. Top of the brutal pace this day with the distractions of yesterday and you had a good mess. Squall wasn’t usually so easily distracted by a kiss, but there had been more yesterday. Way more. Too much more. Too much underlying innuendoes and schemes that he couldn’t fully wrap his head around it. Hence, he hadn’t bothered to sit down and sort it out.

Not to his surprise the secretary acted as if nothing had happened, part from not meeting Squall’s eyes even one single time that day. Squall wasn’t fooled anymore. Seifer could put on any front he wished, the brunet knew better. He damn well understood what Squall wanted and as long as Squall didn’t get a taste of that nasty right hook, he’d be at it relentlessly.

Slowly like that of a snail, the day dragged on to afternoon. It would be a day where he put down some extra hours. Again. Damn it. He didn’t want to. Squall made a disgusted sound and pushed away from the desk, quickly standing up and stretching.

He glared down at the streets, contemplating what to do about the allusive blond instead of concentrating on the problems at hand. The ship with the steel didn’t sail any faster just because he willed it to. Squall returned to the desk and stare at the intercom. Narrowing his eyes he formed half a plan before hitting the button.

“Yes, sir?”

“Coffee,” Squall said sharply and broke it off.

Maybe he should have been a bit softer, but how could he? He was tired of the play. It had been old weeks and weeks ago. The brunet shrugged off the costume jacket and the slipknot before opening the top most buttons and rolling up the sleeves. That felt nice. Even more knowing that it had to have some effect.

Not five minutes later, Seifer entered after a knock. Squall stood by the window hands in pockets, legs somewhat spread and hips cocked. He knew the effect that particular stance had. He always got a prolonged stare. Seifer didn’t as much as blink at him.

“Cream, sir?” he instead asked his back to Squall as he prepared the coffee on the desk.

Squall made an inaudible growl and stalked up behind the man. He pressed close to the broad back, hands swiftly circling the chest and dipping to finally cup the crotch on the blond. The reaction wasn’t quite what he had expected. Almasy jumped almost three feet, effectively knocking Squall back and spilling white sugar all over the tray and papers and desk.

“Sir,” the flushed man stammered and tried to turn to him and back away and clean up the mess at the same time.

Squall pressed up against the fumbling man until Seifer almost sat down on the desk. Large hands grabbed his arms when he grabbed the costume to drag that mouth to his. Unexpectedly, the blond straightened, easily getting out of reach by height alone. Squall glared at the trick.

“Sir, this, yesterday,” the man stammered, face bet red.

Squall boldly splayed his hand over the crotch on the blond who jumped and tried backing up on the table it seemed.

“Yes, yesterday? I let you go because it was late,” Squall purred and rubbed the flesh under his hand.

“Let go? But…”

“Or had you wanted to come?” Squall crooked an eyebrow, putting weight on the last word.

Seifer used remarkable steady and strong hands to bodily move Squall away and give himself some space. Squall glared at being manhandled away. Green eyes were darting everywhere and he was licking his lips in a nervous gesture.

“This is so sudden, does it have anything to do with that mugger? Shock can manifest in weird reactions…” Seifer said, marginally holding from stammering.

The brunet stared, not quite believing that naïve front and yet it was too genuine.

“Maybe you need to talk with someone? A professional? Just to talk about it once?” Seifer continued and was correcting his clothes that didn’t need correction.

Squall crossed his arms, eyes narrowed. He didn’t know what to believe. Was the man trying to toy with him?

“I’ll… get something to clean up the mess,” Almasy said hurriedly and turned for the door.

“I want too fuck,” Squall stated loud and clear.

It made the man stumble over his own feet and turn, wide eyed and mouth slightly gaping.

“Wh-what?” he breathed.

“Are you stupid or just toying with me? How obvious do I have to be? I want to fuck you,” Squall growled, daring him to act the innocent.

Seifer visible turned white and then furiously red from his collarbones to the hairline. The violent shift made Squall blink in astonishment. That was… adorable.

“What does that mean?” Almasy breathed.

Squall could almost see his pulse racing. He roamed the blond under half lidded eyes. Was Seifer truly… ignorant of same sex then? He captured green eyes and slowly swaggered closer. It was only a few steps but he made the most of it. Calculating every step as to not make the man turn on his heel and not strike out. Slowly he stroked a hand across the heaving chest and he almost felt a tremor. He secured a grip in the fabric before stroking his other hand down the body. The large hands grabbed his arms again as he reached to rub that enticing flesh.

“It means your cock up my ass,” he purred.

Seifer audible swallowed and his breathing was quickening. Squall could almost see his pulse on his throat. He shifted to grip the slipknot on the man to tug him downwards, all the while softly kneading that moving length. So, there were some basic instincts in the blond.

“That’s… we’re men,” Almasy croaked, mouth almost at level with Squall’s.

“Yes, and your point?” he breathed.

He swallowed the stammered response in a kiss. Squall moaned and stroked harder at the twitch he received. He was maddeningly aroused. The large hands kept holding his upper arms. They tightened as he stroked the outlines of the hardening member. Still Almasy had the audacity to try and make a protest. Squall was done with protests and dances and prancing.

He pushed up against the man, succeeding in backing him to one of the guest chairs. Seifer sat down in a rush when he’s knees hit the edge. Squall followed, not giving that delicious mouth time to form any kind of sentence. He easily undid the belt and zipper and the hands on his arms shift as he was to free that sought after member. Squall shrugged them off and delved in. Seifer moaned and jumped as Squall fisted the stiff length.

Freeing it fully Squall had to tear away from the delicious mouth to watch this glory. Not fully erect and still comfortable in his hand.

“Sir,” the secretary moaned in half protest.

Squall held a hand against the heaving chest as he sunk to his knees. He took the cock in his mouth and was gagged at the jump of the blond. He easily gathered himself and swallowed the member whole. Seifer moaned something unintelligible. He hummed in pleasure and the man gave a soft, dragged out groan. Squall bobbed his head and gagged as he tried deepthroating again. Hyne, the man was growing rapidly.

Squall shifted, concentrating to take the sudden girth and length. The blond groaned inarticulate things and the hands were in Squall’s hair. Not quite touching, not quite hovering. Pre-cum leaked as the brunet teased the fully revealed head. He moaned in response. He wanted it in him. Wanted to feel the stretch and texture so bad he was shaking. Squall rubbed himself on the outside of his pants as he started bobbing on the rock hard length.

He would have had no qualms about getting naked and fucked right there on the desk, but he didn’t think he could coax the nervous, naïve man to that. Instead he freed himself and stroked his hard cock rapidly. Squall looked up at the secretary to see his reaction. Seifer was dark eyed and flushed to a point where the red overshadowed the bronze in his tan.

Green, dark eyes meet his and quite suddenly he had the flavor of sperm in his mouth. Squall coughed and swallowed to catch the sudden gift. It still leaked out of his mouth and he eagerly bobbed on the stiff, spurting length to swallow everything. Seifer was groaning and gripping the armrests of the chair so hard they creaked. The brunet didn’t prolong his own pleasure, but finished off still suckling the slowly softening length.

Well. That was…. Unexpected. He had hoped for more staying power but then again, if this was the blond’s first blowjob done by a man… And Squall did pride himself on good technique. He sat back, still holding the base of the softening length. He slowly licked his own hand clean while studying the secretary.

Seifer had a very expressive face. Right now it showed a complex mix of emotions Squall couldn’t name half of. There had to be some satisfaction, some bewilderment, nerves, slight apprehension and finally a widening of eyes as he realized what Squall was doing and had done. He stuttered something then realized the state he was in and exploded in an adorable blush.

Squall allowed the man some space, smug in the knowledge that he got what he wanted. Seifer was at his feet when given room and was correcting his clothes in an almost panicked way. Leonhart slowly rearranged himself and leaned back against his desk after picking up his cup of coffee. He leisurely sipped his coffee while Seifer worked through whatever he needed to work through. Some people were so sensitive when it game to same sex things.

Well, at least he couldn’t play ignorant now. Squall had him, it was just a matter of patience before he had the man in his bed too. There had been the occasional reluctant flings, they had all more or less trotted in a leash when he was done.

“I’ll get something to clean up the mess,” Seifer said suddenly with a gesture to the spilt sugar.

Without a backward glance he turned on his heel and marched out of the office. Squall stared dumbfound at the closed door. What by Hyne?

*****

Squall stalked to his car and pushed the unlock button harder than necessary. Of all idiotic men. Squall Leonhart had been completely and utterly disregarded and ignored. Sure, only for a few hours, but still. No one, absolutely no one, ignored him in that way.

Seifer had cleaned up the mess, without a word or glance. He had done his job as usually but managed to treat Squall as air as long as he didn’t need to forward a call or something else inane.

Squall slammed his palm at the roof of the car. Damn, and here he thought everything would turn more positively. An amused chuckle made him turn a searing glare at the man.

Kouri was sauntering over, hands in pockets but still managing to look imposing. He had that playing smile on, the one that barely stretch the corners of his mouth and the dark eyes had a familiar glint in them.

“Forgot something?” he purred and stepped up close.

Squall glared at the man, right now he wasn’t comfortable with his personal space being invaded.

“No,” he answered shortly and opened the car door.

It was slammed shut again and he glared warningly at the man. Kouri rested an arm and hip against the car, his other hand urging Squall to show the faint prick from the mugger’s knife.

“You ok?” he asked with a faint tone of concern.

“Yes, let me get into my car Kouri,” Squall said agitatedly.

He added the man’s name to make him understand the seriousness. Kohoshi ignored him. Squall’s nerves started prickling as a sly hand settled on his hip and easily glided to his bum to draw him closer.

“Let’s work off some stress,” the man hummed, close enough to kiss but not fulfilling it.

Squall shrugged out of the embrace and volatile opened the door, subsequently forcing the man off balance.

“I’m not in the mood,” Squall said sourly.

For once he wasn’t. Kouri didn’t believe him. He caught Squall around the waist and twisted him up against the car’s backdoor, pressing their hips together.

“What? Squall Leonhart not up for it? What’s going on?” Kouri asked with a smirk.

Squall made a frustrated noise but calmed down as the small of his back was soothingly stroked. Kohoshi wasn’t suicidal enough to push it.

“It’s been a hell of a day, that’s all,” Squall muttered and let the stroking sooth him temporarily.

“Then let’s stress down,” the man purred and licked the rim of Squall’s ear.

The brunet sighed. It wasn’t a bad suggestion. After all, it seemed he wouldn’t get what he wanted for a while more.

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Author’s Note:
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