Office Follies

Beta: JupitorKnight
Warnings: hot yaoi lemon goodness
Notes: Thanks’ for waiting and please enjoy chapter 9.

Hopefully there’ll be another chapter shortly, let’s hope the muses stay with me shall we? I love every word you direct my way, except the obvious flames but those is sometimes healthy like really icky medicine :P

Enjoy


9

The room was starting to turn grayish with pre-dawn. The sun would breach the horizon any minute now and Seifer was going to miss it. Not that he hadn’t missed sunrises before; it was just more a rule than not for him to witness them. He always felt off track for the whole day if he wasn’t ahead of the lovely warm fireball.

The secretary sighed and glanced down at the person responsible for his laps. Squall had draped himself across Seifer’s chest in a way that felt oddly intimate but good. He fit against Seifer in an away the blond hadn’t expected two bodies to fit together. Watching the older man Seifer found himself thinking the brunet looked oddly young and fragile. Being asleep like this cleaned the beautiful face of any scalding expression and of any of the numerous masks the man used.

Almasy slowly extricated himself. He couldn’t lie down any more. Watching the man like that… It felt beyond weird. It made both his body and his mind remember details from two separate encounters now. If Seifer had felt confused and unsure the day before it was nothing like now. He was beyond feeling. Beyond thinking and rationalizing. He wasn’t sure the strategy of going with the flow and see where it ended was a good strategy. Other questions and dilemmas popped up.

An example was this situation. Right now this was easy. They were at a resort without eyes they had to hide from. Their bedrooms were just a corridor apart. Back home it was different. How was this supposed to continue? Were they going to like… date? How did you date with another guy? Especially one that had everything he wanted and needed. Seifer couldn’t exactly picture himself bringing flowers or chocolate before they went to a movie. Neither could he see the roles reversed.

He snagged a shirt that was close at hand. Oddly enough he felt self-conscious walking around stark naked. He turned his back on the beauty still sleeping and put his feet on the cool floor. He would never understand this concept of having the bed directly on the floor. He felt like an old man trying to get up. As he was about to get on his feet, his wrist was suddenly gripped so hard it almost hurt. He made a small hiss and gracelessly fell back down on his ass. Twisting some he met glaring, narrowed blue-grey eyes. A yawn interrupted the scolding and Seifer had to smile at it.

“What do you think you’re doing?” Squall growled with sleepy hoarseness.

“Getting up. You know, brushing my teeth, washing down, eating breakfast?” Seifer smiled.

What else was he doing? Squall made a disgruntled sound and without letting go of him the brunet threw a glance at his wristwatch.

“Hyne, do you know what time it is?”

“I got a feeling about it yes.”

“Then why are you up? Are you seriously deranged?” Squall growled back and finally let go of him to sit up.

For a moment Seifer was distracted by the pale chest that had numerous small marks mostly around dark nipples. The sheet slipped down to narrow hips, just barely keeping the man modest. Then Seifer shrugged.

“I just can’t stay in bed once I’m awake, it’s a waste of time,” he explained.

Squall was giving him that look which no sane man met for any period of time.

“Didn’t I exhaust you enough to have you sleep like a normal human?” Squall growled and leaned closer.

Seifer felt his breathing and heart pick up together with a so far ignored morning wood. Exhaust was a good word. He had no notion how long they had been up and at it. It seemed they had finished one round just to start another until both was so weary they couldn’t get up any more. Seifer blushed as he counted the times and realized that four wasn’t enough to kill his morning mood.

He gasped and flinched as a slender hand circled his waist and boldly fisted his length. Squall almost purred as he pressed closer to the blond’s back and leisurely stroked the thickness. Seifer gripped the hand and shuddered as his manhood willingly grew in the experienced hand. Sharp teeth gnawed on his shoulder, wet lips and tongue traced his neck to his ear.

“Trust me when I say staying in bed has its quirks,” Squall breathed.

Seifer groaned as the slender hand intensified its ministrations. A thumb teased the head from time to time. His earlobe was teased too. Sucked and gnawed and at one point Squall took it in his mouth and used his tongue to tease it as he had done at other places. The brunet suddenly withdrew from him and Seifer bit his tongue not to whine about it. However, the man leaned under his arm and the blond jerked and groaned loudly as the wet mouth enveloped him.

Squall took him down all the way and Seifer groaned and fisted the silky hair. Slowly the man withdrew until he could use his tongue to tease the head. Then down again and up. Over and over until Seifer was twitching and groaning. He buried his hand in the bed, the other started stroking the naked back on the man. A hand played with his balls and the secretary groaned deeply and jerked. He was sure he was leaking pre-cum at this point. Soon enough he had reached a point where stopping was out of the question. Squall withdrew then and blue-grey eyes had the playful/sinister gleam in them.

“Still want to get out of bed?” he smirked huskily.

Seifer smiled shyly in response, the brunet knew his answer yet he asked.

“Nah, I can stay a while longer,” he admitted hoarsely.

Squall made a low chuckle before he straightened. He threw off the tangled sheet and with a graceful move he slid into Seifer’s surprised lap. The blond embraced he man by reflex and groaned as their groins rubbed together. Not especially harshly, just a teasing stroke against each other. His hand was urged down between them and he boldly fisted them both. Squall was already half hard and he gave an alluring moan as Seifer applied more pressure. For once Seifer initiated a kiss. Squall deepened it. His hands buried in Seifer’s hair and held him still. The secretary groaned as Squall stroked their tongues together in a manner he hadn’t so far done.

The slender hands left his hair and stroked his shoulders and down is chest. Seifer jerked reflexively as his nipples were teased. Squall twisted them and teased them into two hard nubs. The brunet groaned and rocked his hips. The blond responded to the arousing man, he grew even harder, throbbed and started leaking. He should be tired, shouldn’t he? Yet he wasn’t. The lust and desire rose in him as hotly as before. One slender hand joined his around their throbbing lengths. It teased their heads and soon enough it pushed his hand away to wrap solely around Seifer’s member.

The blond groaned and tried to rock his hips. Squall was gnawing on his jaw up to his ear and he shuddered in pleasure as soft lips wrapped around his earlobe. Daringly he returned the favor and tasted the delicate neck. He stroked the back on the man, down to the buttocks. Then Squall withdrew and got his legs under him.

“Come on, you’re hard enough,” he huskily urged and Seifer felt blood fill his face.

Impatiently Squall rose and took a sure grip of the large length. The breath stuck in Seifer’s throat as he was pressed against that wonderful place. Still, he gripped the lean waist harshly to keep the man still. Weren’t they forgetting something? Squall stilled and they breathed harshly against each other.

“What?” the brunet growled.

“Shouldn’t you, we… you know?” Seifer breathed, suddenly embarrassed

“Don’t care,” Squall growled back.

With a swift jerk he impaled himself and they both gasped. Seifer groaned deeply as Squall kept pressing himself down, swallowing the thick length inch after inch. Heaven. It was tight and hot. Not like with lube, harder, tighter it seemed. Sill so good Seifer couldn’t breathe properly. He was squeezing the hips too hard. At a point Squall let go of the rigid member and gripped Seifer’s shoulders instead. Seifer embraced him harshly and moaned together with the alluring, arousing breathy noises the man was making.

Squall pressed himself down as far as he could go and was then still. He was shuddering slightly, the noises breathy and light. Seifer hissed as nails suddenly bit down in his back, teeth graced his ear and neck. Squall undulated against him and Seifer groaned at the pressure around his sensitive length. The brunet made a slight up and down motion, making the blond groan and reflexively help him. Squall moaned as he rose high enough to almost slip of off Seifer, then sunk back down to take t all. The secretary groaned in response, his hands automatically gripping slender hips to have it done again.

Seifer groaned against the lush hair as the brunet eagerly kept riding him. Up and down, faster and faster, harder. Perfect moves were the hole sucked him up to the very tip of the sensitive head, then harshly down to the base of him. Over and over until Squall was moaning loudly in-between harsh pants. The heat was making him crazy. The pleasure, the hot aching, throbbing pleasure was singing in his head and groin. The blond let himself go in that insane wave of lust. He felt himself grow unbearably hard, felt his balls tighten and he desperately urged the brunet on.

At that moment Squall suddenly stop. He slammed himself down and stuck there as if he was sucking the length. Seifer made a whimpering growl he hadn’t believed he was capable of. He kept rocking, kept urging the beautiful man to move. Squall kissed him and Seifer answered with a heat and fervor that took him by surprise. But it felt good, so he kept at it. He gripped Squall’s head and plunged into that wet mouth while rocking his hips in a try to get more friction to his weeping cock. However, Squall determinately withdrew and they panted against each other.

“Let me off,” Squall managed to order with a voice thick and wispy of lust.

Seifer obeyed although reluctantly. Squall crawled off of him and took the all four position. He slightly spread his knees and went down on his elbows, arching the small of his back. A hot throb went down Seifer’s spine to his cock. He really, really loved that position. He positioned himself and lined up against the hole. It wasn’t as tightly clenched as the night before. It sort of winked at him. It was red and slightly glistening too. He daringly stroked his thumb over it. The edges felt hot and soft and not as wet as they did with lubrication.

“Put it back inside,” Squall growled and rocked his hips.

Seifer instead sunk his finger into the soft cavern. It made the brunet clench harshly and then relax only to clench again.

“Why don’t we use that… lubrication?” Seifer asked softly.

He had liked the feeling of the wet walls around his length. He easily pushed another finger inside and rocked them. Squall groaned and rocked back.

“I like it this way too,” the man breathed.

Seifer slowly pressed inside a third finger. It was far from as easy as it would have been with lube. The hole clenched and relaxed maddeningly around him and his member twitched and leaked in response. Seifer was starting to feel delirious. If he entered that hole now he would come, better not make a fool of himself.

“Doesn’t it hurt?” he asked huskily.

“I like it,” Squall admitted breathily.

The brunet gave a deep moan as the three fingers went as deep as they reached. Seifer rocked them.

“No, no, crook them. You know what to do,” Squall growled.

Seifer obeyed. He slowly bent his fingers and searched around. Squall jerked and moaned loudly as he found that spot. Seifer stroked it harder and harder and lust kicked him in the groin as the brunet made that whimpering moan and sunk down at his shudders. Seifer stroked the spot harder, pinched it and rolled at it. Slender hands harshly gripped the bed and Squall rocked back at him. Seifer felt his mouth turn dry and the throbbing in his cock started also to throb in his head.

He shifted. Rocked his fingers as he stroked that place, alternating between harsh scratches and soft strokes. The response he got was so unreal it all started to feel surrealistic. Squall gasped and breathily moaned, hands mauling the bed. His whole body turned tense, then relaxed. He undulated around Seifer’s fingers, he was slightly shivering. The secretary licked his lips and slowly put his other hand to a shivering thigh. He stroked it calmly. Up and down and up while he kept at that place.

He was trembling as he slowly stroked between the man’s legs and found the hard balls. Squall jerked and cussed too softly to be audible. Seifer slowly touched the fully erect and very hard cock on the man. As he fisted it and slowly stroked in time with what he did to that spot, Squall gave a long keening noise and jerked through his whole body. Seifer licked his lips again.

He boldly tested what he could do. He tried to stroke the length as he stroked the spot inside. He rubbed the head while he scratched at that spot. He guessed, in his lust delirious head, that this was like taking drugs. It felt unreal that he was doing this. That he could make the cold man make such noises and move like he did. It was a power he couldn’t describe. Perhaps it was a primal male instinct to get such a head-rush from pleasuring a partner like this.

Whatever it was he couldn’t get enough. He ignored his own burning need to penetrate that hole and instead kept teasing the man. It seemed the hole was swelling around him, undulating, pulsing, throbbing. The slender length of the man was leaking so much, strings was dropping from it and Seifer used it to slick his hand and make it easier to stroke. He pressed down on the spot and stroked it harshly again, which made Squall whimper and moan and jerk. Seifer chose to stroke the weeping head again. Suddenly Squall gave a cry and his whole body tensed up.

Seifer’s hand filled with hot semen and Squall was moaning and shuddering and convulsing around his fingers. Seifer was stunned. He hadn’t at all expected that. He had thought the brunet would have warned him. Not that it mattered really, it just made black spots dance at the edges of his vision. His own arousal was almost peaking and he couldn’t breathe properly.

He was unconsciously stroking and teasing the spurting cock and Squall was responding in jerks and groans. Seifer couldn’t stop stroking the spot inside. It felt hard and swollen and throbbing. Somehow Squall managed to stay hard and Seifer fisted it. The man whimpered and shakily gripped Seifer’s hand. The grip was surprisingly weak and Squall didn’t raise himself from the bed.

“Stop, Hyne, enough,” he groaned.

Seifer obeyed, stomach a suddenly hard knot of anxiousness that he had done something he shouldn’t have. Still, Squall urged his hand to return to the perky buttocks.

“Fuck me, do it as hard as you like,” the man moaned and slightly rocked his hips.

Seifer didn’t allow himself to argue. It felt strange that he would take his pleasure in the man’s body when Squall had already gotten off. It felt backwards. Still as he pressed himself to the hole all such thoughts vanished. He thrust inside harder than he had intended to do. Heaven. Ii was humanly impossible to have any kind of control. Seifer griped the hips and thrust harshly. All thoughts disappeared, it was like becoming a different man. He stared slamming inside, desperately seeking completion.

Squall was giving loud, crying moans and was again mauling the bed. Seifer grunted in effort. Hyne. Let him come already, this was ridiculously. He should have already come. Should have by just penetrating that exquisite place.

A feral sound ripped from him as everything went white and pleasure so scorching hot it seemed to singe his veins rushed through him. He slammed inside repeatedly while the waves crashed through him. Then it was over and he was panting harshly and his whole body jerked and twitched and shivered. He knew he was empty, knew there couldn’t be anything left and still he couldn’t completely stop thrusting. In the end Seifer forced himself to stop rocking and slip from the wide open hole. They collapsed sidewise at the bed; Seifer panting harshly, Squall already breathing quite calmly.

They could have been laying there for ten or twenty minutes. Once the insane throbbing subsided and the afterglow took its course, Seifer felt lethargic and oddly ready to go back to sleep. Squall, however, was not.

The man sat up with a groan and the secretary was immediately assaulted by worry and guilt at the pained expression on the man. Squall slowly, like a old man, got to his knees and then up standing. Seifer sat up to.

“I’m sorry,” Seifer blurted as he quickly got to his feet.

Hyne, what had he been thinking? He hadn’t been thinking, that was the problem. He could have hut the man, right? However, Squall arched a eyebrow and quirked his lips.

“What for? I can take anything you can give,” Squall scoffed and stark naked went for the bathroom.

However he stopped suddenly and turned around. The narrowed eyes didn’t the least ease Seifer’s still guilty mind. Like a predator Squall stepped up to him again. The blond was hard pressed not to look away from the attractive face. A slender hand gripped his far bigger.

“It’s no use playing shy anymore. You’ll see, when we’re done there won’t be a decent bone in that body of yours,” Leonhart purred and dragged the secretary towards the bathroom.

Oddly enough it made Seifer smile. He started to appreciate this decision, at least as long as his hands were preoccupied with the man and his neither regions made the thinking.

*****

They had, for Seifer late and for Squall somewhat early, breakfast. They were mostly alone, only a employee ghosting past the dinner hall now and then. It would have been awfully awkward hadn’t Squall buried himself in papers. Not the news or some book but work papers.

At first it made Seifer feel relief. He wasn’t sure he could live much longer under the grey-blue pressure. After a while, though, he grew annoyed. Didn’t the man know breakfast was holy? It was the last respite before work. The blond didn’t voice his opinion thought because he still preferred the blue-grey eyes occupied somewhere else than him.

He shivered, feeling goosebumps rush up his arms as vivid memories flashed in his head. Hyne. The last days felt so ridiculously surreal. If he hadn’t felt the evidence of their night in his own body he might actually believe it to be a very vivid fantasy. But his body ached as if after a thorough work out. He felt a sense of spiritual harmony he couldn’t even compare to the hard labor of a farm. If this was the result after such intense trysts, then he could understand Squall’s need for it.

They had almost finished breakfast as Kohoshi sauntered in, soon followed by the Lionesses party. Kouri was giving them looks. He was in particularly staring at Seifer and the secretary couldn’t take it. The man knew and he didn’t exactly hide his guessing or knowledge. Squall wasn’t giving the man much heed and that left Seifer alone under the intense scrutiny of dark eyes.

He again wondered if the two older men where a item or something. Only, Squall didn’t strike him as the cheating type. So the vibes Seifer got wasn’t like that, he thought. Then again, never having been in this situation before he couldn’t know. One thing was for sure, by the start of the meeting that day he didn’t know if he wanted to sink through the ground and escape those dark penetrating stares or tell the man to stop staring and mind his manners. It was rude staring like he did.

Squall was far cooler than Seifer, which was a given. The brunet didn’t show any sign of what they had been doing. Almasy knew his own face flushed pink at the wrong moments and he had yet to see that reaction in the brunet. He wasn’t likely to ever see it. Fortunately the meeting snared their attentions good enough for Seifer to completely rid his head of anything inappropriate.

As the people from Lioness stepped inside, Leonhart and Kohoshi changed. Seifer had to take an extra look at the pair. There was a focus in them that was downright scary. Casting a look at the brunet gave Seifer the shivers. Grey-blue eyes where sharp as steel. His countenance was hard and dangerous, as if he was preparing for a great battle. Obviously Mr Akersson noted this to because the man only met those steely eyes once. The man cleared his throat and shifted through his papers. Squall cut in before him.

“We will take this information and proposition back to our headquarters. We’ll have an answer for you in a month or so,” he said sharply.

Like an order issued from a general.

“No… I don’t think so. We expected an answer at this meeting.”

That he had the guts to go against the silvery gleam in those eyes was impressive. However, Akersson didn’t truly look Squall in the eyes.

“It’s impossible. Either you stay patient or you do whatever the hell you want to do. I have no time or patience for this. State your choice,” Squall cut back like an axe.

Seifer flinched. Ouch. Was that truly a wise tactic? Apparently it was harsh enough to throw the others. Only Kouri seemed unaffected. He was probably used to Squall way of doing things, but still…

The Lionesses people whispered between themselves for a moment. The Mr Akersson turned back and smiled warmly.

“Very well. To the end of this month is as far as we’ll go. I expect to hear from you personally, Mr Leonhart,” the man said still smiling as if they were friends.

Squall stood up sharply and Mr Akersson flinched as if he expected violence. Seifer would not want to meet whatever was in grey-blue eyes.

“Good day, Mr Akersson,” the brunet said frostily.

Then he left. Seifer blinked in surprise. Kouri simply followed the man. The blond was in a hurry to gather his things. Ok… that was unexpected. He had been prepared for another long stretcher. Not that he didn’t prefer it this way. He easily caught up to the two men.

“When’s the next flight out of here?” Squall growled.

Kouri fiddled with his phone and Seifer had to wonder why he hadn’t been given that assignment.

“We’re in luck, there’s one in two hours,” the man smirked wryly.

“Good, pack your things,” the brunet ordered.

Kohoshi gave the smaller man a stare and then shifted that stare to Seifer. The blond flexed his hands around the papers and bag he held as the older man made a smirk. It just… damn it, it was getting on his nerves!

“If you insist,” Kouri said with a shrug.

“I do,” Squall snapped.

After that they separated. There was nothing else to do than pack what little stuff he had unpacked.

As Seifer stood in the middle of his room and made sure he hadn’t forgotten anything he quirked his lips a little. He hadn’t actually used it very much now had he? Immediately his thoughts turned to flushing things and he slapped it away before his body betrayed his thoughts. Why couldn’t he stop that? It was embarrassing!

Seifer made sure the resort manager had the popper information to bill the company and that a cab was on its way before he went outside. He had a few precious minutes alone in the clear air before the two business men showed up, arguing. The blond shut his ears to it knowing it was nothing he would need to remember. But then he subject changed.

“So, Almasy, did you test the baths?” Kouri suddenly asked.

Seifer met the man’s eyes easily at level. Actually they seemed pretty much the same height and standing almost shoulder to shoulder he felt… as if the man was purposefully measuring them together.

“Or didn’t Squall let you?” he smirked.

Seifer blushed and Squall made a dangerous growl.

*****

Insufferable, nosy, conniving bastard. Squall hadn’t managed to stop fuming even as they buckled down in the airplane and he wouldn’t have to see the man for blessed 4 hours. It was no use trying to hide anything any longer. Kouri knew they had slept together, Seifer just had to know Kouri knew; but did the ridiculously naïve man know Kouri was goading them both or that Kouri was far too eager to get in on the action? Probably not.

What was worse, Kouri was madly curious about Squall’s possessive streak. Truthfully Squall couldn’t quite explain it himself. At first it was Seifer’s so naïve and virgin nature that could attest to Squall’s possessiveness; but that was no good argument any longer was it? He sighed heavily. This business trip was a fucking disaster.

The only good part was that he at last had gotten a taste of the handsome yet clueless man. The downside was for one the obvious. Second, the severity of Seifer’s naivety. Third, Kouri’s realization of the whole situation and Squall’s own odd behavior. He guessed fourth was the bloody blond being smart and buying not only an mp3 but a soundbook and a magazine of some sort for the trip back. Squall didn’t even have the pleasure of seeing any flight unease at the start. Seifer had disturbing moments of scary adeptness. Squall glared as the mp3 was picked up.

“Why’d you buy that thing?” he growled lowly.

Green eyes stared at him in confusion, then a blond eyebrow arched. That was a new expression and Squall kind of liked it.

“Well, we have a good 4 hours ahead of us with nothing to do…” Seifer explained as if it was obvious.

Squall arched his own eyebrow. Then threw a glance around to make certain no one was watching. As he leaned forward he slid his hand over the firm thigh and ghosted closer to the crotch of the blond. As expected, Seifer tensed up and something wide eyed entered the green eyes.

“There’s a lot we could do,” Squall purred and slowly moved his hand over the twitching crotch of the man.

A big hand gripped his so hard it actually hurt a little. Green eyes flashed around the plane, but of course there was no one interested about what they were doing. When they looked down on him there was an odd mix of desperation and incredulity in the emerald eyes.

“Seriously? You’re not serious right?” Seifer breathed while his big hand was easing up on Squall’s hand only to hold him tighter again.

Squall felt satisfied smugness at the look of the man. For a long moment he debated with himself. He was sure that by now he could really persuade the man because there was more than just desperation and surprise in the expressive eyes. Then again, the secretary was not quite happy about the situation and Squall really ought to stay patient. He already had the man, no need to scare him away again with too much pressure.

“If you promise to eat dinner with me, my choice of restaurant and it’ll be my treat,” Squall purred.

However, he knew he had expressed it such that it wasn’t really a request as much as a demand. Seifer sighed and gave him a look that told him as much.

“Fine, you’re devious you know that?” Almasy rumbled.

Squall chuckled as he leaned back in his seat. Like he didn’t know that already.


Auhor’s Note:
This story will not be as long as other… arcs I’ve made. Hopefully I’ll be able to wrap this up in another ten to eleven chapters….
Seeing how I’m not very good at short stories… well you all know the most likely outcome.