Mind Your Own Business

It was all he could think about, that night, the next day. All nagging doubts aside, eventually he’d convinced himself that he hadn’t imagined things. Hadn’t imagined Cassidy’s tongue teasing his nipple and making him moan. Hadn’t imagined those warm, demanding hands traveling over sensitive skin and lower, so close to where he really wanted them. But so far. So interrupted. Every time he thought about it, he was met with a rush of heat to his groin, followed by a rush of confusion, of frustration. Of disappointment. It was conflicting and distracting and bothersome, enough so that Sydney found himself ignoring his secretary all day, as much as could be done. A difficult feat, but a necessary one. Not to mention an exhausting one.



You’re acting like a child, and you know it. Sydney mentally chided himself as he half heartedly looked over the woman’s redone presentation from the day before. The model seemed to be laughing now, her hair let loose but blown away from her smiling face by a gust of wind. The girl had chosen a light blue sundress this time around, the effect a drastic and fabulous contrast to her first attempt: skin tone darkening in comparison, eyes shining brighter, popping with color, lips shimmering nicely with the company’s product. It was a great piece by a talented employee. The girl had just needed a little push. Sydney jotted down the words, “Well Done!” on a sticky note, attached it to the mat board, and pushed it to the other end of the table, already out of his mind. Which left it free to wander back to more complicated musings.



When a knock on his door dragged him lazily back to the present, he was almost thankful. That is, until the owner of the knock let himself into the office. Cassidy Williams didn’t even bother closing the door, arms full with files for Sydney to look over. Seeing him like this, still so attractive, still so indifferent, still acting like nothing had occurred in this very spot not even twenty-four hours ago, left Sydney defensive. Two can play at that game.



“Any word on the Adidas decision?” Sydney asked casually, taking special care never to look directly at his secretary. That is, until the small exhale of a chuckle grabbed his attention. Sydney looked up just in time to watch the smirk vanish from Cassidy’s face.



“Nothing yet,” he replied, placing the files on Sydney’s desk and turning back to the still open door. “But I’ll keep you posted.” And with that and only that being said, he left, Sydney practically gaping.



That bastard…



Needless to say, the rest of the day, as thankfully uneventful as it was, wasn’t exactly stress free. On the one hand, Sydney knew he had to talk to the man, put what had happened between them out in the open. But on the other hand, he couldn’t deny the necessity of Cassidy’s silence. He wasn’t stupid. Completely out of his comfort zone? Maybe. Too horny to function most days? Fuck yes. But stupid was something Sydney Chase most definitely was not.



He knew how dangerous this was.



Not only to his reputation, not to mention upstanding position at the company, but to Cassidy’s job as well. This was more than just a casual office romance. This was, at its core, a fling between the sexy new secretary and his boss. It was a frowned upon cliché at best. A status destroyer at worse. And that was Sydney being optimistic. Still, he couldn’t bring himself to just let it go. At the very least, for the sake of his own sanity, he needed to know where they stood. Mistake or not, behind him or not, he just… needed to know.



So, by the time Cassidy Williams appeared in his office that night, still unexpectedly but less so, it took all Sydney had not to attack him with questions straight out. That is, he’d had every intention to, until his secretary gave him that look, that, “Where were we?” look, and walked silently towards Sydney’s desk, any semblance of a voice buried beneath the onslaught of heat, of lust, of agonizingly undeniable want. And Cassidy could see it in him, in his unintentionally pleading eyes, his parted lips, his just barely quivering breaths. It was like a seduction in and of itself, one the secretary seemed more than willing to succumb to. He was behind the desk in a second, pushing Sydney more fully into his chair and leaning in towards him, a knee scooting up between Sydney’s legs.



“You were waiting for this all day, weren’t you?” Cassidy whispered huskily against the man’s ear. Sydney shivered, a breath escaping tightly. Was he that obvious? Could other people tell?



“I wasn’t-” Sydney tried to argue, lamely, but Cassidy cut him off with a dark, throaty chuckle, pulling back some so that eyes could lock from behind a few fly-away strands of black hair.



“Of course, you weren’t.”



To forego any further talking, Cassidy took that moment to inch his knee closer to Sydney’s groin, leaning back in for a kiss. Sydney latched on greedily, rocking his hips against that blessed friction while his hands busied themselves in Cas’ hair, fingers digging into his scalp or tangling in the velvety softness or running down his neck, searching for skin. For more contact, more movement, more everything.



Cassidy was wasting no time this encounter, it seemed, already working swiftly and skillfully at the buttons of Sydney’s shirt, the damned piece of clothing vanishing forgotten into a distant corner of the room. Sydney tried to do the same, to get Cas caught up, to see more of him, feel more of him, but the secretary was less willing, faster, catching the man’s hands and pinning them by the wrists to the arm rests of his chair. He broke the kiss just long enough to attach his lips to Sydney’s neck, sucking at the pulse point, biting around the taught, sensitive flesh.



Sydney whimpered, the sound seeming too loud all of a sudden. He glanced at the door out of the corner of his eyes, wanting to say something, but afraid that one false move, one wrong word, would mean this would end. Again. But nothing got past Cas, it seemed.



“I already locked it,” he breathed hotly against Sydney’s neck, dipping lower to lick at his boss’ collarbone. Sydney made a noise low in his throat, though whether it was an agreement, a question, or a simple response to Cassidy’s talented tongue, he couldn’t tell. Either way, it hung in the air around them, persuading them to continue.



At one point, Cas removed his hands from Sydney’s wrists, pulling back just enough that the man could no longer rock himself against that knee, his mind foggy from it, hips bucking against that empty space disappointedly. But Cas had not gone far, lips brushing lazily over goose-bumped skin and hardened nipples as he made his way lower, kneeling between already spread legs. Sydney watched him through half-lidded eyes, heart hammering against his chest, so loud in his ears he was sure Cas could hear it. Cassidy hooked his thumbs in Sydney’s belt loops, unzipping his pants with his teeth, the obvious bulge more prominent from behind the single piece of fabric of his boxers.



In the back of his mind, Sydney wondered why he was the only one being unclothed, but it was hard to focus on it when Cassidy began sliding his hand beneath his waistband, fingers brushing his hardened arousal teasingly before pulling it out into the open, the cold air making him hiss. He was breathing heavy already, the anticipation almost too much when combined with the fact that, yes, this time it was actually happening, and that Cassidy was looking up at him, eyes intoxicating and glazed over in lust, even as he downed him.



Things didn’t exist for a moment. The feel of a hot, wet, eager mouth on him, of Cassidy William’s mouth on him, was practically enough to make him come right then and there. He threw his head back, hands finding Cas’ hair again, hips bucking just slightly into that mouth out of reflex, wanting just a little bit more. Which came without warning when Cassidy swallowed him almost to the hilt, pulling back with just the right amount of suction. Sydney barely had enough time to wonder where his secretary had learned to suck dick so well before he gasped, hands tightening in those dark strands probably enough to be painful. Cas didn’t seem to notice milking him dry before releasing him and getting to his feet, hands already on the zipper of his own pants.



Sydney knew it was coming, half-assedly reminded himself of reciprocation as Cas pulled him to his feet and turned his back towards the desk, somehow edging him into a seating position on top of papers that would probably need reprinting after this. But as much as he hated to admit it, Sydney was kind of new to this. Not to dating guys or being with guys, though his family---and the media obviously---had no idea yet, but to this. This sort of, nonsensical, passionate, accumulation of feeling, of want, of desires he had no idea could be so strong. He couldn’t say no. He didn’t want to say no. But that didn’t mean the unknown of it all wasn’t a little scary.



Cassidy stood between his legs, pulling Sydney close again, one hand on the same off his back and one buried in sandy colored locks as their mouths connected, Cas’ tongue delving deep without warning. Sydney moaned into that mouth, the taste of himself on Cassidy’s tongue like something sinister and taboo, his body responding at once, dick already getting hard again, eager again. Even when Cas’ hand could be felt scaling his still mostly naked body, settling in the cleft of his ass. Sydney reacted without thinking.



“W-Wait… Cas, I-”



Cassidy stopped instantly, looking at Sydney with a raised eyebrow, not quite concern but not quite agitation on written on his face. “What?” He asked softly, glancing first towards the door, then around the room. “Your mom have cameras or something?”



Sydney swallowed, figuring that his first time jitters wasn’t exactly something worth sharing, especially in the semi-interrupted throes of passion. “P-Probably.” He nodded too vigorously, Cas not quite convinced.



“Do you… want to stop?” Cas tried, but Sydney shook his head just as quickly.



“No, I…” He paused, surprised at himself. He really, honestly, didn’t want to stop. Sure he was nervous, but it didn’t help that they were in his office, no matter how late it was. And he needed this. Really, really needed this. With Cas.



“Good,” Cassidy smiled softly, leaning in to place one more quick kiss on those still trembling but more certain lips. Though Sydney had no idea where he got it from, Cas’ hand returned to the too tight hole of his ass, slick with some sort of lube. Sydney lay back, Cas looming over him much like in one of his fantasies, a finger pushing past the puckered ring of muscle. Sydney tried to breathe, those same nerves hardly making the situation easy for either of them. Suddenly, Cas was at his ear, lips brushing against the lobe. “Don’t worry. Relax.” He whispered, pushing his finger just a little bit deeper. “It’ll feel good, I promise.” Sydney flinched at the implication, looking away, embarrassed. He was right. Nothing got past Cassidy Williams. The feeling of teeth worrying the lobe of his ear made him gasp, bringing him back to the moment, to the desperation slowly building back to life between his legs. “It helps if you breathe.” Cassidy chuckled against his ear, Sydney doing as told. Inhale, exhale, relax. Inhale, exhale, relax.



Cassidy found his lips again, kissing him deeply as he massaged another finger and another into the tight heat, Sydney all the while adjusting, trying to make things better for them. Trying to make himself feel good but finding the invasion of Cas’ fingers more uncomfortable than his fantasies let on. Maybe he just needed to relax mo-



“F-Fuck!” He practically screamed, glad that it had escaped between his teeth, the hoarseness of it muting what could have been a very loud curse. Cassidy smirked, curling his fingers again, rubbing against the bundle of nerves, Sydney writhing against him, body begging for more of that brilliant sensation.



“There we go.” Cas chuckled, removing his fingers and lining himself up at Sydney’s entrance. “Ready?”



“Please…” Sydney whispered hoarsely, breath hitching as Cassidy abided, moving slowly, gently, pushing inside him. He felt huge, like more than Sydney’s body was meant to handle, shoving his way into him inch by inch, always watching Sydney’s face, making sure the man was okay, was still turned on, was still as eager as they could both tell Cas was becoming. Eventually he’d buried himself fully in his boss, pausing to give Sydney a moment to adjust. But a moment was just too fucking long. “Move,” Sydney grunted, not knowing what he needed to get that feeling back that rush of fire that having Cas inside him created, but knowing that he wanted it desperately. Cassidy smirked, pulling out just slightly before pushing back in. Too slow. “H-Harder,” Sydney tried again, waiting for Cas to pull out halfway before meeting his thrust, arching his hips into it, making his secretary moan. All restraint was lost then.



Cassidy pulled out almost completely, slamming into his boss, Sydney trying his hardest not to cry out when his dick came in fierce contact with that spot inside him, prostate screaming with pleasure for him. He leaned his head back over the edge of the desk as Cas plunged into him, slinging Sydney’s knees over his shoulders for a better angle. A perfect, impossible, oh my GOD yes, keep going, right there, fuck yes, just a little bit more, don’t stop don’t stop don’t stop! angle that left Sydney whimpering. He opened his eyes, not sure when he’d closed them, thankful that he couldn’t see out his office window. The last thing he needed was someone to walk past and see Sydney Chase, president and CEO, being fucked senseless by his secretary. Though the exhibitionist in him, however small and usually ignored, danced around giddily at the thought.



Cas’ motions were becoming more frantic now, pounding into Sydney faster, sharper, hitting that sweet spot more consistently, Sydney losing himself to it completely the moment the man wrapped a hand around his cock, jerking out a rhythm to match their quickening motions, so close to completion it was painful. A wanton sort of grown escaped Sydney, the sound surprisingly himself, as he arched his hips into that hand and came with an explosion of white behind his tightly shut eyelids, specs of cum landing on his chest. He felt himself buck against that contact a few more times, the orgasm numbing him blissfully, leaving him spent and more sated than he’d felt in weeks.



Cas soon followed, pounding into Sydney’s ass with little regard before burying himself to the hilt, the words, “God, Chase!” growled through his teeth as he released his seed into his boss, twitching for a moment within him before releasing a breath and lowering Sydney’s legs off of his shoulders.



“Fuck,” Sydney breathed, both of them panting. Cassidy chuckled softly, the sound just as breathy.



“Fuck is right, boss.” He replied, leaning up against the desk, grabbing a tissue from the box to their right, and wiping away the traces of their encounter from Sydney’s chest and neck. He left a brief kiss above Sydney’s navel once he was done, adding almost playfully, “I told you it would feel good.”



“Oh shut up…” Sydney mumbled under his breath, blushing. Talk of his virginity was hardly maintaining his after sex high. Cassidy laughed lightly, the sound faint but sweet.



“I thought it was cute.” He bit lightly at Sydney’s bottom lip before sucking it into his mouth. “And sexy as hell.” Sydney blushed brighter, looking away, Cassidy smirking proudly.



After a few more minutes of basking in the afterglow, Sydney managed to pull himself from his desk and gather up his clothes, making himself as presentable as could be faked. It didn’t go without notice that once Cassidy had zipped up his pants he looked like nothing had happened, just like before. But this time something did happen. There was no denying it. That little truth made Sydney smile.



Yeah. Something happened, all right. And it was awesome.



…What are you, five? Sydney shook his head, looking over at Cas, the man staring out the window, admiring the view. What do you even begin to say after something so spontaneous? Something so mind blowing? Thank you? Next time, your place? Sydney was at a loss. Thankfully, Cas made the move for him, something Sydney felt could become the norm if he let it. Which he found he had absolutely no problem doing.



“So, you really think your mom’s got this place bugged?” Cas asked, not exactly what Sydney had expected.



“She could,” he offered. “But she was never really the paranoid type, so I doubt it.”



Cassidy stayed quiet for a while, still staring out the window, a smirk suddenly tugging at the corner of his lips. “Damn,” he replied, turning back towards Sydney with a look that made his chest tighten. It was mischievous and dangerous and held and invitation that Sydney was afraid to interpret. “That would have been one hell of a show.” He added, walking past Sydney to the door, unlocking it with a click. “See you tomorrow, Chase.” He winked suggestively before vanishing again for the night.



Sydney leaned against his desk with a sigh, unable to hide the grin that had plastered itself to his face. Tomorrow he’d said. Sydney began gathering his things, shoving the couple of now stained papers into his briefcase to redo. Next time, he’d have to make sure his desk was clear. Next time… He grinned wider beside himself.



“Working late” was about to have a whole new slew of meanings.



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A/N: THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THE HITS AND REVIEWS! I seriously wish there was a way to thank you guys personally, but yeah. Thank you ^_^ And for those of you reading both of my original slashfics, I love you. Legit. Chapter four is on the way!