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Brad and Elliott
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Original - Misc › -Slash - Male/Male
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Adult +
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Original - Misc › -Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
6
Views:
2,359
Reviews:
17
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Chapter 1
ELLIOTT POV
I’ve been meeting Lisa for lunch almost everyday for the past 3 months. She’s a secretary in some office building. Although I do love spending time with my best friend and I do need to eat lunch, I have an ulterior motive. For the past 3 months, which is a pathetically long amount of time, I’ve been trying to get her boss or as I like to call him, “tall, dark, and broody” to notice me.
He’s fucking perfect. He has these pretty green eyes, and this pretty brown hair, and these pretty soft lips. And, he reduces me to the intelligence of a fucking five year old. Pretty? Brown? Green? I’m an artist for fuck’s sake. I should be able to come up with a better description than that. I am most definitely obsessed.
The temporary retardation that sets in whenever I’m around him, or looking at him, or thinking about him is one of the main reasons I hadn’t talked to him yet. I just haven’t figured out a way to approach him yet. He always has this (read: sexy) little frown on his face. He’s just so damn unapproachable. He constantly looks pissed off, in a pretty kind of way, you know?
I can’t really imagine him being interested in me. Well, actually he’s not my usual type either. The last guy I dated was a musician. Turns out, he was fucking everyone in sight, male and female. Imagine my surprise when I walk in on him fucking some chick with implants. Not that I have a problem with him being bi or anything. It just would have been nice to know before hand. Ah, such is the life.
Now I’m in lust with Mr. sexy, unapproachable, perfect guy that up until a few minutes ago, I wasn’t even sure was gay. Lisa has been digging for information for the last couple of months, ever since I broke down and told her about my obsession with her boss. She finally turned up some gossip at, of all places, the water cooler.
“Mr. Keith has a major stick up his ass.”
“From what I heard, that’s not all he has up his ass.”
Being the anally (no pun intended) private person Brad Keith was, overhearing this tiny conversation at the water cooler was the furthest Lisa was going to get with her gossip hunting. This afternoon, when I came in to meet with Lisa, she told me the news. One person in the office thought Brad Keith was gay, the others were indifferent. This was all the encouragement I needed. No one was sure that he was straight, so maybe I had a chance.
Everyday when I visit Lisa, we sit by her desk and eat whatever lunch I bring in for the day. While we’re eating, we wait for Brad to leave his office and head to the elevators. He walks by our desk. I say “Hey” or “Hi” or “Hey.” He grunts and continues walking towards the elevators. With the news I received today, I figure its time for me make my move. So, I follow him into the elevator. We’re the only ones in it.
“Hi!” It comes out a couple octaves higher than my usual tone. I wince at my nervous sounding greeting. He doesn’t respond right away.
He looks at his watch, looks upwards, and rolls his eyes before he mutters, “Hello.” So, I’m definitely getting the impression that he doesn’t want to talk. But, I forge ahead.
I reach out my hand for a hand shake, “I’m a friend of Lisa’s.”
He finally looks up. “Lisa who?”
“Um, Lisa…your…a…um…secretary,” I can barely able get the words out. My hand is still out and he hasn’t shaken it yet.
“Hm. Lisa.” He finally reaches out to shake it. “Name?”
“Elliott.” I run my hand through my hair and try to think of something to say. After a few moments I finally remember what Lisa and I had planned on me asking if I actually got into a conversation with him. The elevator has already arrived at the ground level. I walk out first and turn around to talk to him again. And, I swear to god I catch him staring at my ass. I look him in the eyes and he seems a bit embarrassed. A light pink blush colors his cheeks. He is so gay.
“Um, Lisa and I and a couple of friends are going to a new bar opening tonight. Um, would you like to come along?” He looks surprised by the question.
“No thanks, I have plans.” Oh fuck, I bet he has a boyfriend. A rich, gorgeous, perfect boyfriend.
“A boyfriend?” I ask with a hint of disappointment in my voice that I can’t to hide. He looks up at me, a shocked expression on his face.
“Um, no. Work.” He’s single! Thank god.
“Oh, well, see you around.” He walks out of the building and I walk back to the elevators. When I see Lisa again, I have a huge grin on my face. Bradley Keith will have no idea what hit him. He is so mine. He’s gay, he’s available, and he likes my ass. This is most definitely a sure thing.
I’ve been meeting Lisa for lunch almost everyday for the past 3 months. She’s a secretary in some office building. Although I do love spending time with my best friend and I do need to eat lunch, I have an ulterior motive. For the past 3 months, which is a pathetically long amount of time, I’ve been trying to get her boss or as I like to call him, “tall, dark, and broody” to notice me.
He’s fucking perfect. He has these pretty green eyes, and this pretty brown hair, and these pretty soft lips. And, he reduces me to the intelligence of a fucking five year old. Pretty? Brown? Green? I’m an artist for fuck’s sake. I should be able to come up with a better description than that. I am most definitely obsessed.
The temporary retardation that sets in whenever I’m around him, or looking at him, or thinking about him is one of the main reasons I hadn’t talked to him yet. I just haven’t figured out a way to approach him yet. He always has this (read: sexy) little frown on his face. He’s just so damn unapproachable. He constantly looks pissed off, in a pretty kind of way, you know?
I can’t really imagine him being interested in me. Well, actually he’s not my usual type either. The last guy I dated was a musician. Turns out, he was fucking everyone in sight, male and female. Imagine my surprise when I walk in on him fucking some chick with implants. Not that I have a problem with him being bi or anything. It just would have been nice to know before hand. Ah, such is the life.
Now I’m in lust with Mr. sexy, unapproachable, perfect guy that up until a few minutes ago, I wasn’t even sure was gay. Lisa has been digging for information for the last couple of months, ever since I broke down and told her about my obsession with her boss. She finally turned up some gossip at, of all places, the water cooler.
“Mr. Keith has a major stick up his ass.”
“From what I heard, that’s not all he has up his ass.”
Being the anally (no pun intended) private person Brad Keith was, overhearing this tiny conversation at the water cooler was the furthest Lisa was going to get with her gossip hunting. This afternoon, when I came in to meet with Lisa, she told me the news. One person in the office thought Brad Keith was gay, the others were indifferent. This was all the encouragement I needed. No one was sure that he was straight, so maybe I had a chance.
Everyday when I visit Lisa, we sit by her desk and eat whatever lunch I bring in for the day. While we’re eating, we wait for Brad to leave his office and head to the elevators. He walks by our desk. I say “Hey” or “Hi” or “Hey.” He grunts and continues walking towards the elevators. With the news I received today, I figure its time for me make my move. So, I follow him into the elevator. We’re the only ones in it.
“Hi!” It comes out a couple octaves higher than my usual tone. I wince at my nervous sounding greeting. He doesn’t respond right away.
He looks at his watch, looks upwards, and rolls his eyes before he mutters, “Hello.” So, I’m definitely getting the impression that he doesn’t want to talk. But, I forge ahead.
I reach out my hand for a hand shake, “I’m a friend of Lisa’s.”
He finally looks up. “Lisa who?”
“Um, Lisa…your…a…um…secretary,” I can barely able get the words out. My hand is still out and he hasn’t shaken it yet.
“Hm. Lisa.” He finally reaches out to shake it. “Name?”
“Elliott.” I run my hand through my hair and try to think of something to say. After a few moments I finally remember what Lisa and I had planned on me asking if I actually got into a conversation with him. The elevator has already arrived at the ground level. I walk out first and turn around to talk to him again. And, I swear to god I catch him staring at my ass. I look him in the eyes and he seems a bit embarrassed. A light pink blush colors his cheeks. He is so gay.
“Um, Lisa and I and a couple of friends are going to a new bar opening tonight. Um, would you like to come along?” He looks surprised by the question.
“No thanks, I have plans.” Oh fuck, I bet he has a boyfriend. A rich, gorgeous, perfect boyfriend.
“A boyfriend?” I ask with a hint of disappointment in my voice that I can’t to hide. He looks up at me, a shocked expression on his face.
“Um, no. Work.” He’s single! Thank god.
“Oh, well, see you around.” He walks out of the building and I walk back to the elevators. When I see Lisa again, I have a huge grin on my face. Bradley Keith will have no idea what hit him. He is so mine. He’s gay, he’s available, and he likes my ass. This is most definitely a sure thing.