Silver Spoon

Cole's day was starting no different than normal. Golden, surreal light pouring in through the windows, while he sat at his desk, tapped his pencil and counted the chairs. It was almost routine now.

But now there was one glaring difference.

His boss had kissed him, and now he had to face him about it.

When Cole had come in that morning, he had truly hoped that Russell would already be in, locked away in his office, and Cole could avoid all contact with him. He'd sneak out early at lunch, and maybe duck out early at the end of the day.

But, in classic Russell fashion, he was promising to be over two hours late, and when he came in, he would circle right behind Cole's desk to get to his office; contact with him would be inevitable.

Cole grumbled under his breath, mostly curses of his boss. Kissing him like he earned it. The dinner wasn't even good enough for a kiss at the door. Yet, he actually possessed the nerve to ask "You wanna get out of here?"

As he replayed the memories of the former night in his head, like a crappy movie caught in a loop, the door to the office swung open, Cole's violet eyes darting up, hoping it was a mad gun men here to shoot him. No such luck. Russell entered, as stylish as ever, save for the rather acute glare narrowing his blue eyes.

"Good morning, Mr. Taylor." Just play it off like it had never happened.

"Don't you good morning Mr. Taylor me!" Russell stormed to the desk, slamming his hand down on the firm oak and inching his face close to Cole's. "You blue balled me!"

"I hear doctors prescribe cream for that."

"You played dirty..."

So avoiding the topic was now impossible. Plan B: reverse the blame where it was due. "You were the one who kissed me, as I recall, Mr. Taylor."

"You kissed back."

"It was your imagination."

"You kissed me a second time!"

"To get you off me, you fucking lecher!" Cole's momentary loss of composure quickly rebounded as he cleared his throat.

"Tch, you know what? Fine. I don't care that you don't like me! You're a judgemental bastard who makes rash assumptions from your pedestal in the clouds. You didn't even give me a chance!"

"Excuse me!?"

"Go get me some coffee, secretary, I've got a conference call waiting. Cream and sugar, and make it quick. I've got a lot of work for you to do." With cold indifference that frankly surprised Cole, Russell disappeared back to his office.

Cole seethed as he yanked himself out of his leather chair and stormed from the room, down the hall to the tiny break room. He grabbed one of the innocent coffee mugs from the cabinet and slammed it in front of the coffee maker.

No one talked to Cole like that. Nobody. Not his boss, his landlord, hell the fucking pope could say that to him, and be damn assured that there would be retribution.

Now he just had to pick his moment.

He poured black elixir into the mug, and followed it with some flaky powdered cream into the mug. As his hand reached for the fake sugars, it brushed an ill-placed salt shaker.

It was like a sign.

His hand halted, a cruel grin striking over his face. Just a dash, Cole's measurement of dash being emptying the salt shaker, into the coffee cup. He took a sip of his evil. Nasty, undrinkable. But, it didn't have quite the kick he wanted.

No, no, no. He wanted his boss to lose the ability to taste. He searched the cabinets of the break room, mixing any ingredients he could with the coffee to ruin the taste, yet maintain the appearance of normal coffee. Lumps of meat floating in the coffee might give away his intent. A few drops of hot sauce, some lemon juice, a couple of bouillon cubes, and the juice from an old can of sardines, with "just a hint of nut meg."

His concoction was perfect.

He walked back down the hall and ever so innocently back to Russell's office. He cracked the door open, and entered. While keeping good mind to not smile, he placed to coffee on Russell's desk, the blond lawyer piercing his secretary with angry blue eyes.

"Mr. Taylor...." Cold, and indifferent as always. Although, on the inside he laughing like a five year old with too much candy. "I know you're angry at me. You should be. I was wrong for jilting you last night. I frankly should have been more honest, and found another way out of the situation. I do hope you'll accept my apology. And...if you can't, then at least let's try to maintain professional decorum in the office place." Cole knew he should have been an actor. He wanted to look at his lethal coffee, to see if new life had yet spawned from it.

"Apology accepted I guess. Anyways, some hot shots from another company will be calling your desk soon, just redirect them back here."

"Yes sir."

Turning to leave the office, Cole was cut short by Russell speaking up again. "Cole!"

"Yes, Mr. Taylor." He couldn't turn around. Cole had a grin plastered across his face that would have made Batman's nemesis, the Joker, envious.

"I'm sorry too. I was out of line to kiss you like that. And, sorry I was kind of a dick when I came in."

He wouldn't be for much longer. Still, Cole almost wanted to call off his cruel prank, Russell at least having the good sense to apologize. But, he was in too deep, nothing could be done now.

He left Russell's office, went back to his desk, and shut the door behind him. It wasn't long before he sat down that the phone rang, Cole answering it with his almost robotic greeting. It was the corporate hot shot Russell told Cole about.

Russell hadn't yet emerged from his office, spewing blood from every orifice. So, Cole assumed he'd not yet drank the coffee. If he patched the hot shot through, Russell might drink the coffee while on the phone. ....Which was all the better.

So he redirected him back to Russell's office.

Cole listened carefully from his desk, usually able to hear Russell's phone conversations from his desk. He was speaking, explaining legal concerns to the man on the phone. Then, there was a pause. He was taking a drink of coffee. Cole's world went quiet, all in preparation for whatever reaction was to come. Silent anticipation gripped the atmosphere, even the singing birds outside seeming to halt their melodies and turn their eyes to the office to see what would happen next.

"OH MY FUCKING GOD!"

Russell erupted from his office, and tore out of the reception area toward the break room, hand clasped over his mouth as though he were about to vomit any moment.

Cole had always wondered why the villain in Saturday morning cartoons laughed like maniacs whenever their plans came to fruition. But Cole now understood why, as he burst into a fit of giggles. It was the thrill of knowing you've done something evil, and never feeling more satisfied in your life. Hell, this may have been better than sex.

As he laughed at his victory, the phone rang again, Cole quickly composing himself and answering the phone with his same cold indifference.

"Yes, Taylor Industries Legal Department."

"What just happened? Why did Mr. Taylor scream like that?" The same man from earlier.

"He isn't well sir. Not well at all."

"Not...well?"

"Oh I shouldn't say...." A snide grin crossed his face. "...It could be herpes related."

"W-What---" As the man on the line went into a tail spin of confusion, Cole's dark eyes darted up to see Russell in the door way. Pissed off, panting, and a cup of water in his hands. Did he actually look sexy so disheveled?

"Sir, let me call you back." Cole hung up.

"You...bastard..." Russell stalked forward.

"You brought this on yourself."

For the second time, Cole found himself almost nose to nose with Russell, as the blond braced himself on the desk and glared straight into Cole's eyes.

"Did I? All I did was kiss you. Get the fuck over it. You're lucky anyone would kiss you with these ugly ass glasses." Before Cole could react, Russell snatched the horn framed glasses from his face.

"H-Hey!!!"

"Hey everyone!" Russell pushed the glasses up his own nose and began to frolick like a crazed lunatic around the reception area. "Everyone, look at me! I'm Cole! I wear ugly glasses when my vision's fine. When all I really want is a big strong man to take me in his arms! Oh, but let's not forget that I'll judge everybody, all the while being a cold, insensitive asshole myself!" Russell blared at the top of his lungs, a mocking tone in his voice.

And that was all it took. His position, his need of money, and his job no longer mattered to the outraged Cole. "Oh that's it, bastard!"

Cole launched himself from his desk, and tackled Russell to the ground. The two struggled, wrestled, and rolled along the floor of the reception area, Cole desperately trying to snatch the glasses from Russell's face.

Again, Cole found himself surprised by the sheer strength Russell's lithe body held. It didn't help that while they wrestled, Russell kept grabbing random, sensual, parts of Cole's anatomy and teasing him, his damn arrogant smile plastered across his face.

The door opened, the little lady who took lunch orders slipping in unnoticed.

"Hi, I was just won....der..ing....She stuttered upon witnessing the two fighting on the floor. Although, she didn't see two men fighting.

What she saw, was two men rolling on the floor, clutching each other, while Russell giggled and grabbed at Cole's rounded ass.

She saw two men a simple barrier of clothes away from fucking.

"I'll just come back at a better time." She froze the memory forever in time with a quick flash of her cell phone's camera, and quickly ran from the room, back to whoever was interested in some juicy office space gossip about a forbidden love affair.

Rolling, clutching and tearing, their fight finally ended with Cole pinned under Russell's powerful body, pearly white teeth smiling arrogantly down at him.

"You lose. Nice ass by the way."

"Fine, fine. You win, now get the fuck off me!"

"Doesn't work that way. I won, now I want my reward." Russell grinded his hips against Cole's, a painfully slow friction that stirred a shameful coo from Cole's lips. A streak of crimson flashed across Cole's porcelain face. "Oooh, you're so sexy when you're flushed."

"You realize I could sue you for sexual harassment."

"And I could sue you for assault." Russell rolled his hips again, a playful smile tugging at his lips. Cole hated to admit, but he could feel Russell's member through his slacks. It was huge, even while it lay dormant.

"Alright, what do you want?"

"You. Kissing me while I bring you to completion, again and again...and again..." He thrust his hips in a few dry humps to sell his point.

Shock settled into the pit of Cole's stomach as Russell's lips again inched downward, stopping just short of complete contact. Cole tried to control the rising heat in his cheeks, and the blood that was shamefully rushing to his groin, but the adrenaline rush from fighting the blond was making his body a little crazy and uncontrollable.

How crazy could it be? Actually wanting the arrogant son of a bitch hovering over him.

"M-Mr. Taylor..."

"Go out with me again. At least give me a chance, you might like me."

"Why the fuck do you care if I like you or not? I work for you."

"I'll answer that, if you tell me why you wear these glasses? You're a heartthrob, you shouldn't hide your face like that.." Russell tipped Cole's glasses that were still hanging off his own nose.

"It's my business!"

Russell crooned down, kissing the nape of Cole's neck. "You're weird."

"And you're a pervert." Cole tried to pry himself away.

"Okay, go out with me this Friday. Please. Give me a chance to try and prove myself to you. Or, you can go drink that shit you made me that you call coffee."

"Get off me and let me choose."

"Fine." Russell pushed his body up, landing on his feet with one good jump.

Cole pulled his crumpled body from the floor, and wasted no time in going to Russell's office, ignoring the blond asking him where he was going. He went to Russell's office, snatched the poisoned coffee off his desk, and went back to the reception area where Russell still stood, confused and bewildered.

With great amusement in watching blue eyes widen in what was surely surprise, Cole tossed his head back and pulled the coffee mug to his lips, the crude tonic pouring down his throat.

And, as expected, it was the most horrible thing he had ever tasted. Tears welled in his eyes as his body desperately tried to reject the foreign phenomena, like it was some sort of tainted organ. Cole scrambled numbers in his head, trying to think of his physician's number. He would have to get his stomach pumped after this.

After it was empty, Cole slammed the mug on his desk and gave a refreshed sigh. "Ah, just like grandma used to make." He felt incredibly ill. He wanted to dart from the room, vomit, and then chug ten gallons of water, but he wouldn't give Russell the satisfaction.

Taken aback, Russell could only mutter. "You...you really are crazy."

"No date." Cole sat back in his desk and stared up at Russell with cold, violet eyes.

"No, we're still getting a date!" Russell pulled the glasses off his face and twirled the frames in his hand accusingly. "Or I'll show these little babies to Annette down in accounting."

"Annette?"

"You know. The five hundred pound lady that wears glasses thicker than brick walling. I wonder how offended she would be if she knew that someone in the office was mocking her by wearing fake glasses."

"I'm not mocking her!"

"Ah, but she might not see it that way. I heard she once crushed a man...." Russell cringed as though he told a ghost story. "I'd hate to see how this turns out."

"Alright, alright! But! On the sole condition that if even one of your little tramps comes in here the whole deal is off! I'm sick of running interference for you."

"So you're saying you will go out with me this Friday?"

"Yes! Now please, give me my glasses back."

"Not part of the deal."

"What!?"

"I'm sick of you hiding that beautiful face of yours. I'm throwing these out." Russell hurried back to his office, hoping to avoid his secretary pouncing on him again, no matter how pleasurable it might be. He was closing the door behind him, when Cole clutched it and tore it back open.

"Russell. Give me those back." Using his first name. He was desperate.

"Why?"

"Don't probe for information, just give them back." He wasn't being hostile, sarcastic, or even joking now. His violet eyes were shimmering with genuine emotion, Russell having never seen his ebony haired secretary so vulnerable, despite trying to hide it behind cold indifference.

Russell shut the door behind Cole, pulling his secretary into the office.

"Are you alright?"

"I'm fine. But, those belong to me, you've got no right to keep them."

"Again, why do you wear these fucking things anyway?"

"It's none of your business."

Russell fell silent, raking his eyes over the petite man, before pushing the glasses onto Cole's nose. "There...."

"Thank you..." Cole turned to go back to work, when Russell put an iron grip on his wrist.

"Wait." He barked, play having long since left his voice. He wore seriousness well, despite his philandering attitude. "Why do you wear fake glasses?"

Cole said nothing. He hated feeling so vulnerable in front of Russell of all people. He really did want to jump out of the window now.

"I get...I get that you don't like me very much. But, if you ever want to talk..."

"---I'll hire a shrink." Cole cut him off, finding his arrogant persona quickly returning to him. Not the strongest come back, but it made his point clear.

"You don't have to be like that, you know. I'm not the monster you make me out to be."

"...I have work to do." Cole snatched his arm away and went back to his desk.

He sat down, stroking the rim of his glasses affectionately. His glasses. His shield.

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AWESOME! I'm of course talking about you guys. The feedback from you guys has been incredible! Thanks to you all. And thanks to FlamesEmbrace for catching a stupid mistake of mine, because apparently they were speaking Latin in an Italian restaurant. I have corrected it now, so I don't look like such and idiot, but thanks again. Dunno why I didn't catch it.