Mind Your Own Business

Cas could feel Sydney’s hand snake its way to the back of his neck, inching up into his hair as usual, tightening just so, his fingernails raking against his scalp. It gave him chills. As usual. They’d certainly done this enough that Sydney knew that, knew exactly what little details Cas couldn’t get enough of, little touches and teases and words like the ones he was muttering now. Please, yes, gods, Fuck Cas, more please! It was all he needed, probably less than he needed, for him to take Sydney’s dick into his mouth as far as he could, tongue and cheeks adding pressure on the way back up, teeth just barely brushing over all too sensitive skin.



Cas watched as Sydney leaned back in his chair, throwing his free hand over his mouth to keep from crying out or moaning too loudly, so Cas moaned for him, a vibration around his length that made Sydney tremble.



“Nnghshit, Cas…” He breathed, the words muffled by his arm, both of them inadvertently aware of how close he was. “A little more… Like that… P-Please…” he panted, Cas massaging the base of his cock as he took to sucking just on the head, tongue teasing his slit every time he pulled away. He could feel Sydney’s climax approaching almost as much as Sydney could, his own arousal pushing almost painfully hard against the confines of his pants, every movement magnified. Inches, seconds, one more touch, one more lick, he could read the man like a book now. And as often as they did this, at home, at the office, in the car, it was no wonder. And Cas wouldn’t have had it any other way, thanked whatever patron saint of sex might have been lenient with him that day in the restaurant that Sydney had chosen to forgive him. It was more than he deserved. It was more than he ever thought he’d get. A job---not the same job, but one with the company nonetheless---a lover---though they’d yet to really call themselves that; and “boyfriend” just sounded too high school. And a life without secrets. It was corny and cliché and way too girly for him to ever say out loud, but it was true. And it was real. And at the moment, it had him sucking off his boss underneath his desk.



The door clicked open without warning, the sound forcing Cas to knock his head into the desk with a start. Heart slamming into his ears, he positioned himself to Sydney’s side, hidden by the desk drawers and the paper shredder, watching in silence as Sydney scooted himself and the chair forward, hiding his erection under the desk.



“I’d appreciate it if you knocked before simply letting yourself into my office, Britlee.” Sydney spoke, barely a tremor to his voice. Cas rolled his eyes at the realization that, for the third time this week, they’d been interrupted by the new secretary, a young bimbette with lots of potential but no common sense.



“Sorry, sir!” she squeaked. “I just have these papers for you to sign, and-”



“I’ll sign them later,” Sydney sighed.



“But, sir…” Britlee tried, Cas watching as Sydney waved a hand in front of his face, most likely to stop her from coming any closer.



“Just leave them on your desk for now and I’ll pick them up as soon as I have time to look them over. Okay?”



Cas had to give the man credit. If he’d been as close to cumming as Sydney’d been, he wouldn’t have been able to lie to a deaf man let alone to his secretary, the girl’s general perceptiveness aside. But right now, if Cas hadn’t just been throat deep in his dick, he wouldn’t have been able to tell they’d been doing anything at all. Though, something could be said for a year and a half of practice.



“Yes, sir.” Britlee answered finally, though her tone was obviously reluctant. “Sorry, sir.”



“No apologies necessary, Britlee,” Sydney smiled softly, running a hand over his face with a sigh the moment the door clicked shut again.



Cas laughed softly, breathily, adjusting himself so that he was sitting more comfortably on the floor instead of pressed up against the drawers anxiously. “I think apologies are very much in order, actually.” He joked. Sydney smirked, leaning back in his chair again and stretching, his erection softened some by the interruption.



“I could hardly make her apologize for that, I think,” Sydney chuckled. “She’ll learn to knock eventually,” he said, looking down at Cas with the rebirth of lust in his hazel eyes, like sandstone, a burst of terracotta around the pupil. Bright and warm and apparently ready to finish what they started. “Or we start locking the door.”



Cas grinned, getting shakily to his feet. “Now, that plan,” he started, wandering over to the front of the office and locking the deadbolt into place with a click before turning around. “I can handle.”



Sydney followed Cas to his feet, leaned over the desk once he was in reach, grabbed Cas’ tie and pulled him into a kiss, tongues fighting for dominance in the moist, dark heat until both men were breathless and eager, Cas walking around the desk to push Sydney against the window. Sydney let out a soft moan as Cas pushed his still undone pants to the floor, unbuttoning his shirt to lick teasingly at each nipple. They were both almost instantly hard again, Cas releasing his need from the fabric confines of his own pants before turning Sydney around. Sydney made a small noise as the chill of the glass touched his bare skin, Cas positioning himself at his entrance. He leaned over Sydney’s back first, pushing the white dress shirt up to his shoulders so he could kiss a line down the man’s spine and up again, biting lazily at the juncture between shoulder and neck as he entered him to the hilt. Sydney hissed, Cas groaned, but other than that, the room was silent. Waiting for them to continue. And Cas wasted no time.



“Ah! F-Fuck!” Sydney almost shouted, swallowing back the noises he must have wanted to make as Cas began pounding into him, a whimper escaping him with each thrust. Cas licked along his neck to his jaw, Sydney taking the hint and turning his head, locking eyes for a moment before swallowing each other’s moans in a messy, desperate kiss. Cas bit at Sydney’s lip almost harshly before pulling away and repositioning, digging his fingers into the man’s waist as he plunged deeper, thrust harder, striking Sydney’s prostate with familiar precision. Sydney brought a hand up to the window, fingers curling against the glass with nothing to hold on to, so Cas placed his own hand over Sydney’s, pinning it there as he bucked against him.



“So… Hnn, so close, I-Ahhh! Fucking… Nngh…” Sydney rambled, panting, throwing his free hand back to grip tightly at one of Cas’ arms.



“Mmmmfuck, Sydney…” Cas moaned, words trailing off into a low whine as he released Sydney’s hand and reached around to work out a rhythm on his neglected member. It wasn’t long after that, the added sensations wrenching Sydney into silent, trembling ecstasy as Cas pounded into him almost ruthlessly, fucking him into oblivion until he went crashing over the edge as well, his whole body tensing against the mind numbing orgasm still somehow wracking his body four hard spurts of his seed into Sydney’s ass later.



They stayed that way for a second, as usual, reveling in the feeling of closeness, in the way the high settled before fading, the afterglow making the room feel warmer, cozier. But, also as usual, they were cleaned up and redressed in moments, making sure it looked as though nothing had occurred before Cas unlocked the door.



“Want me to go get those papers for you?” Cas asked as he walked back towards Sydney’s desk, leaning against it until he was inches from the man’s lips. Sydney smirked, pulling away just slightly.



“No thanks. It’s probably not due to corporate until Tuesday.” He sighed, rolling his eyes through the smirk that refused to leave his kiss swollen lips. “Britlee has a fear of missed deadlines.”



“Well then,” Cas straightened. “If you need me, I’ll be-”



Before he could finish, Sydney grabbed his still un-tucked tie and pulled him in for a slow, deep, and all around intimate kiss. Much too intimate for the office, but they’d done worse. Obviously and continuously.



When the kiss ended, not much else to say, Cas headed to the door with a smirk, cut off once again by Sydney. “Oh wait! Did you make the reservation?”



Cas rolled his eyes teasingly. “Rameau’s. Eight o’clock.”



Sydney rolled his eyes right back, settling into his seat in an obvious, Well fine, then. If we’re done here, get out of my office, sort of gesture. Cas chuckled, doing as told… sort of, and letting himself out, closing the door behind him. He took no more than a few steps towards his department before his cell phone buzzed in his pocket. He took it out quickly, sliding his fingers across the screen to reveal a brief but perfect text message from Sydney, no more than two words: Love you. Cas chuckled softly to himself, typed out the words, Love you too, and pressed send.



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A/N: Be prepared for a semi-long note, yous guys. So lemme start by saying: Whoooo doggy! Uh... no pun intended... I'm really REALLY sorry this time lol Finals and performances and end of the semester insanities took over my life these last few weeks. I haven't even finished some of the commissions I owe people yet. But MYOB took top priority as soon as school was over. So now... It's done. All be it a bit shorter than I thought lol sorry about that. But either way, another story to add to the hoepfully eventual book of M/M cliches ^_^



Moving on, WOW. Just... Wow. I never expected this story to be so well recieved. Seriously. I mean, I got some good hits and feedback from LL, but over 10,500 hits on this one?! I'm honored and flattered and floored and thank you. Honestly, thank you all so much for your kind words and your enthusiasm and for just reading. I wouldn't be doing any of this without your support.



And finally, All's Fair will be up and running shortly. I have a few other projects that need finishing up quick quick and then my own brain children can grow again xD Again, I warn you, this story will be darker than the other two but hoepfully it will hit home for some and won't scare others away. And if it's not your cup of tea, FRET NONE! The story following up All's Fair will be more like LL and MYOB. Another cliche, another taboo of sorts, obviously M/M (I'm sensing a pattern here lol) and just as deliciously smuttastic. Teaser anyone? The title is Like a Fermatta. Go now, imaginations! Run wild and free! Like unicorns on the plain! Or something like that lmao! Sorry...



So again, thank you all so much. You're the best. Ever. Legit. I love you.