Silver Spoon

A day just like any other. The lights of the impossibly high sky scraper still bright, golden light spilling in through pane glass windows which some poor soul cleaned week after week. And Cole at his desk on the tenth floor, staring blankly at the plush, crimson chairs that lined the walls of the reception area for the richer than thou guests to sit comfortably and wait for their appointment, all the while discussing the various ways that the gays and atheists were ruining the world.

Cole let out a yawn, and pushed up his horn rimmed glasses threatening to fall off his nose. It was a cliche, but Monday's really did suck. Especially after dealing with being dumped by your boyfriend over the weekend. He scratched his ebony licks of hair, and tapped his pencil against the fine oak desk he sat behind day in and day out.

Far be it from him to complain, twenty year old Cole was far from one of the old bats who complained about every little thing, but he took note that he was two hours into the work day, and his boss still had not arrived.

It was a scarce surprise. For his first two months, Cole actually believed his twenty five year old boss, Russell Taylor, actually wasn't supposed to come in until noon. Although he quickly realized that his boss was just a party animal, still living out his college days.

Just as his thoughts wondered to the blond boss, the reception area door swung open, his boss entering the room, Armani suit stylishly unbuttoned and blond hair dashing into wild waves. "Yo, Coley." He chimed.

"You're late." Cole grumbled.

"Am I? You mean I'm pregnant?"

"That's not funny."

Russell indulged himself with a laugh. "I thought it was."

No, what was funny was his boss coming in like some kind of frat boy on cough syrup. He only got away with it because he was the son of Kenneth Taylor, the CEO of the company in which they worked. Still, despite being a spoiled little bastard, Cole expected Russell to at least show some professionalism.

"Oh by the way..." Russell made cat like strides across the floor and behind Cole's desk where he embraced the ebony haired secretary from around the leather chair. Cole rolled his eyes, his year of working with Russell gave him the experience to know he only hugged, or complimented, when he wanted something.

"Get off me."

"Just...hear me out..." His breath was now hot in Cole's ear, furthering the pit of disgust welling in his stomach. Not that Russell wasn't good looking, far from it. Cole just had a natural disdain for rich bastards who had everything, and still wanted more.

"No. Now get off me." He repeated.

"You don't let me get away with anything, do you? Just, things got a little out of hand this weekend, and some chick may come here. I'm not asking you to do anything but tell her I'm out of the office."

"No."

"Pleeeeasse, Coley." He kissed Cole's ear. "I'll make it worth your while." His words a hot coo. Cole felt a shameful tingle race down his spine.

"Alright...." Cole spun the chair around, shocking Russell momentarily. Cole gripped the silk tie dangling from Russell's unbuttoned collar, and pulled the blond's face close to his own, their lips momentarily brushing.

"Holy shit, you're going for this!? Alright!"

"Yeah, I do this for you, and...." Cole purred, pecking Russell on the lips. "You jump out of that window over there. Do that, and you'll make me the happiest boy in the world." He pushed Russell away, enjoying the flush on his face.

"You're cold, man..."

"How the hell are you head of legal?"

"Hey, I went to Harvard. Cut me some slack."

"Which Harvard? Is there a community college named Harvard?"

"Damn...ice cold, man..."

"Whatever...Oh, you have a conference call today with a couple of the executives. I put their names and numbers on your desk."

"Ah, fuckin' Mondays...." Russell scratched his blond hair, before slipping into the closed office behind Cole's desk.

Fucking Mondays indeed.

Settling into his work routine, faxing, emailing, and resisting the urge to telling condescending superiors to fuck themselves with a serrated edge knife, his lunch hour was just rolling around, when the door to the reception area burst open.

Cole glanced up, always curious to see which executive thought their problem's warranted property damage. Instead of some expensive suit, he was met with a rather cute girl, who unfortunately hid it under glops of make up that made Ronald McDonald cringe.

"Where's that bastard!?"

"Which bastard, ma'am?" One might be surprised to know many bastards worked for Taylor Industries. Simply asking to see any bastard could cause severe confusion.

"Russell!!!! He had sex with me, and then fucks some queer!" Cole always loved when people used the word queer. It was a genuinely funny word when spewed from the mouth's of intolerant assholes.

"He's out..." This woman was clearly outraged, maybe even carrying some concealed weapon in her cheap purse. She was dangerous, Cole knowing full well that he should call security and have her escorted off the premises.

But, he had other plans.

"...Well that's what he wanted me to say, any way. But please, he's right back here." Cole directed her to the office behind her desk, where she threw herself at with the grace of a steroid abusing bull.

The door to Russell's office slamming behind her, Cole rose from his desk, pushing his ear to the door.

"You fucking pig!!!" She screamed, the sound of shattering following.

"B-Baby---I--" Another shattering noise.

"Go to hell!"

"W-Wait, let's not get violent."

Snickering as he heard the sounds of wrestling, Cole relished in his victory. It only took one year, and multiple suicidal thoughts, but he'd finally taken a small portion of revenge on his philandering boss.

The sounds of wrestling ceasing, Cole quickly hopped back into his leather chair, opening up the word processor on his computer and typed gibberish to appear busy.

The door swung open again, the lady storming out of the room with a gruff. Cole almost hated to see her go, he would have offered to help hide the body.

"You're a bastard...." Cole heard his boss whimper as he stumbled out of the the room. Cole turned back to the office, Russell's disheveled form leaning against the door frame. His hair had been pulled, and his stylishly undone suit was now just undone, the buttons of the white shirt torn, exposing the surprisingly muscular expanse of tan skin underneath.

"I'm sure I don't know what you mean, Mr. Taylor. She just ran back there."

"You need to keep a gun for these kinds of situations! That crazy bitch went at me!"

"Rather than suggesting illegal methods, shouldn't you learn from this?"

"Come again?"

"Maybe, just maybe. Now stay with me here...." Cole used his hands to illustrate his point to his boss's almost interested blue eyes. "You could stop treating women as objects."

"Meh..." Russell waved his hand in disdain. "Dammit! This whole day's going to shit! Without that happening---" Russell thrust his hand to the door, still cracked open in the girl's wake. "My date for tonight canceled on me!"

"I'm SO sorry to hear that." As genuinely sarcastic as he could make it. Cole turned back to his desk and pretended to be busy.

"Yeah, I know. I got reservations at this little Italian restaurant too....I had to wait for a whole week to get in, and then she just cancels on me. My life sucks."

"Maybe we can get starving orphans in Africa to send you money."

"You're really a riot, y'know? You should be on TV."

"Anywhere but here...."

"Well, why don't you go with me?"

And then, Cole couldn't even pretend to work. He turned himself around in his chair, seeing the genuine blue shimmer in Russell's eyes. "You must be joking."

"No. You're kinda cute without the glasses, and I really don't want to cancel my reservations."

"Then get someone else."

"Come on...What else have you got to do tonight?"

"Well, it was either that or jump off the top of this building. I'm feeling lucky...so the top of the building it is."

"Stop being sarcastic just for a second! I've been wanting to eat there for a while now, and if I cancel my reservations, who knows when I can get back in."

"Then go by yourself." Cole turned his back again.

"It's not like a fast food joint, you can't just go by yourself!" Russell turned Cole back around, having the fortunate position of being Cole's boss. He would have back handed anyone else. "And you owe me!"

"For what!?"

"You let that hyena back into my office!"

"If only that girl really was a wild animal, maybe I wouldn't be in this situation."

"C'mon! Pleeassse....I'll pay for everything, and you can order whatever you want.'

Cole sighed. Whatever fate conspired against him to make Russell's date cancel, he was now on the butt end of Russell's begging eyes. Adorable as they were, it was the relentless begging that forced the word, "Fine!" out of Cole's mouth.

"Alright!"

"I'm warning you now. Try anything funny, and you won't live to regret it."

"It's a date."

"It's dinner."

The hours again, droned by painfully slow. Russell used his lunch break to go home and change into another one of over priced suits, and from Cole could tell when he returned almost two hours later, had taken a shower and spent far too much time on his hair.

Was he trying to impress him? His secretary of all people?

Russell retreated back to his office, and Cole watched the clock on his computer with deadening anxiety. He normally prayed, despite his non religous standpoint, prayed that the day would end and mercifully allow him to leave the place that was the reason for his anti-depressants. Yet, now he dreaded it.

But, five o'clock rolled around, and Russell emerged from his office chipper and ready to go. Cole sighed, and wondered if there was anyway to get out his situation. Death seemed like a good option. He wondered if a fall from the tenth story would actually kill him. Or just leave him horribly paralyzed, and with no means of escaping his boss.

"Ready?" He asked.

"Sure...." Defeated, he allowed himself to be escorted out of the building, mumbling and telling whoever could hear him whisper that this was a bad idea. They left the building, to the adjacent parking garage to the deep blue Lamborghini sitting proudly among all the Mercedes Benz and Saturn's that the rich employee's drove.

Still, in his awe of the sexy car, Cole couldn't help but let out a "Damn..."

"Beautiful, isn't she? Wanna drive?" Russell asked, disengaging the alarm, and unlocking it.

"As if. There's no way in hell I'm taking the heat for wrecking that." Cole ripped open his door and plopped himself into the leather passengers seat without further objection.

"Suit yourself. I really wouldn't have minded though." Russell situated himself and started up the car.

Breaking multiple speed laws as he sped down the interstate, Russell made sure not to insult the sheer power his car held. Cole let a smile creep across his face as he watched the mothers flip them off in their SUV's and heard fathers yell curses from the driver's seat of their "I have a small penis" trucks.

"Nice, eh?" Russell flashed Cole his winning smile. Cole never thought Russell wasn't handsome, quite the opposite actually. When they first met, it stunned Cole to have such a handsome boss. It was his attitude, and up bringing that he couldn't stand.

"Yeah, never really been in a sports car before."

"I'll have to take you out for another ride some time, then."

Did the bastard just set up another date? Cole swirled ways to sarcastically let him down, and explain that this was a one time thing, but no zingers came to mind.

The car finally screeched to a halt as they turned into the Italian restaurant, whose name Cole couldn't pronounce with at least two years of Italian.

"We're here." Russell announced, as though it wasn't obvious.

"Alright, let's get this over with."

"Aw, don't be so pouty. I'll make sure you have a good time."

They entered the restaurant, spoke with a waiter, or rather Russell spoke with the waiter with a surprisingly large vocabulary of Italian. Escorted to a quiet table in the corner, the sound of the violin being played on the dais nearby, they were sit down and given a bottle of wine and fresh salad. Cole allowed Russell to order for him, given the language barrier between himself and the waiter, and then stared blankly at the golden walls.

"Nice, eh?"

"I guess...Not really my kind of place." Cole took his glass and the bottle of wine. Alcohol would make the evening with his perverted boss much easier.

"Can I ask you something?"

Cole sipped the red wine, glancing up at his boss. "Sure."

"Why do you wear glasses? Especially those big, horn rimmed glasses..."

"Because I have bad eyesight, obviously."

"Then why don't you wear contacts? You have a really cute face, but those glasses make you look...well...kinda dorky..."

"That your idea of flattery?" He wondered how inappropriate it would seem to chug the bottle of wine.

"There's something else too...I saw you once. Your glasses fell off and you dropped the bottle of water in your hand, but you were still able to catch the water before it hit the ground, before you picked up your glasses." Panic swelled in Cole's chest. He had severely underestimated his opponent.

"I was lucky." He didn't feel like confiding his reasons in Russell. He was right though. The glasses were fake. Big, ugly, and completely unnecessary. But, Russell had his reasons for wearing them.

"You don't like me, do you?"

"I like you just fine." He liked him on a "if one day I get the chance to commit the perfect crime, I'll throw you off a building" level. But that was fine, Russell was his boss. As long as he signed his paycheck, he didn't have to like him.

"But you don't want to be here, do you?"

"Like you said, I've got nowhere else to be."

The food arrived, not a moment too soon either. Two plates of identical, thin pasta with creamy sauce over them. The waiter nodded, and excused himself, as Cole took a trying bite of the pasta. It wasn't too bad.

Russell wasn't eating. "Sorry..."

And the food began to taste bad. "For what?"

"I just wanted to take you out, but I wanted you to have a good time too...."

Was he feeling bad for Russell? No, no that was impossible. He thought many things about Russell. That he was the reason for global warming, why animals were abused, and why women resorted to prostitution. So, he absolutely did not feel bad for him, under any circumstances.

Except now. Those big, blue eyes, looking hurt, like a kicked puppy, pulled at Cole's heart strings. He decided to throw his boss a bone.

"The food's good, and this place is nice." He forced the next words out. "T-Thank you for taking me out, Mr. Taylor." That hurt more than he thought it would.

"Would you please call me Russell...It makes me feel old when you call me, Mr. Taylor."

"It's inappropriate."

"Not when we're on a date."

"Having dinner!" Cole promptly corrected.

"Sorry, my bad."

The rest of the meal was animated over light small talk, until their plates were cleaned, and Cole and Russell emptied the wine bottle. They left, Russell insisting that the alcohol content in the wine couldn't hinder his driving, and Cole was just tipsy enough to believe him. He had drank far more of the wine than Russell and he was just barely buzzed.

As Cole was back at the Lamborghini, trying to open the locked door, he was turning around to tell Russell to unlock the door, when his body was pinned against the sleek sports car.

Russell was on him, blue eyes smoldering and hands now finding themselves comfortable on his hips.

"Mr....Russell, what're you doing?" Cole almost panicked.

"Have a good time?" He purred.

"Sure, the food was good. Wine was sweet..."

Russell plucked the horn rimmed glasses from Cole's face. "Damn..." He drank in the sight of Cole's exotic face. The perfect mixture of male and female, with almond shaped, dark eyes, that looked to be violet in the fading sunlight. "You're really stunning."

"Russell, get off me!" Cole squirmed, which only made Russell tighten his press on Cole's body.

"I've been watching you for some time now..."

"Okay, you just landed yourself in a whole new category. From pervert to creepy pervert, now get off!" Russell was far stronger than he looked, Cole's squirming proving futile.

And then, Russell's lips were covering his own.

Several thoughts invaded Cole's thoughts. Of them, the shameful and shunned thought, was that Russell's lips were incredibly soft. So, satiny and smooth, the taste of the wine still on his lips.

This nerve of this bastard! The primary thought in his mind. He buy's a guy a semi-expensive meal and he thinks he has the right to kiss them. So many methods of retaliation. A kick to the groin. A bite of the lip.

Russell's wet muscle trickled over his lips. A nasty thought inched in to Cole's mind. He actually let the tongue in. His lips parted, Russell's tongue wasting no time in roaming Cole's mouth, his hands clinging to Cole's slim sides. His own tongue coaxed to play, Cole let his tongue wrap around, and play with Russell's talented muscle, honed by years of experience.

With breath growing short, they parted. Cole took a moment to compose himself, shamefully swept off his feet by the talent of Russell's tongue.

"Wanna get out of here?" Russell rasped.

"Yeah..." Cole purred, pushing his lips again to Russell's. Russell's eyes fluttered shut as he prepared for another breath taking assault of the tongues, but found his body pushed away, his momentary weakness giving Cole the edge to escape his clutches. "Just not with you. See you tommorow, Mr. Taylor."

Cole walked away. Damn it all! He wanted to see Russell's flustered face. He had something on him now though. Apparently, his boss wanted him, and that could become a very sharp weapon in the future.

"W-Wait! How're you gonna get home?"

"Cab!" Cole didn't even turn around. He plucked his phone from his pocket and flipped it open.

Russell sank back against his car, watching Cole walk toward the road and call the cab station. He would at least wait until his secretary was in a cab, at least.

But, fuck. He'd thought he'd bagged his secretary. But he wasn't done yet. He would have his secretary, it would just take a bit more time.


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I'm gonna try to keep this story more funny than "I will cry tears of blood for you" romance. It'll be romantic too, of course, but I'll try to never forget the funny.