Silver Spoon

Another, dull, boring work day that Cole had been through so many times. The weekend had come, the weekend had gone. It was the standard life of a guy working an eight to five job, with decent pay. Except, most people didn't fuck their boss Friday, duck out early before the other woke up and hadn't talked to them since.

And here he was, just walking into the office, when he noticed the door to his boss's office was shut tight, and light spilling from under. Russell had come in early: Cole would have preferred a sign saying something was wrong. His boss in early, or at least on time, that was like saying the world was about to end.

He approached, timid steps to his desk, as though the sound of his loafers scuffing the hardwood floor might alert his boss that he was in, and invite awkward conversation. Cole wasn't sure how he planned to avoid it though, both were already in the office, and they would, inevitably, run into one another. It was like a cosmic "fuck you" to Cole.

No sooner than he scooted his chair under his desk, powered on his computer and began to shuffle through the invoices on his desk, the door behind him creaked. Cole closed his violet eyes, whispering "Shit" under his breath.

"Good morning, Cole."

"G-Good morning, Mr. Taylor..." Oh damn. One night of sex and suddenly he was a balless pansy who stuttered upon hearing his boss's sultry, bedroom voice. Wait, no, annoying, I-wanna-be-a-porn star voice.

"You feel alright?"

"Feel alright? What are you talking about?" No avoiding it, Cole spun in his chair and met his boss' azure gaze.

"I dunno. I figured since you left before sun-up, that maybe you had a doctor's appointment or something."

"Oh...that...right...well the thing was..."

"Hmm? Amuse me with your lies." Russell was definitely a lawyer, his stoic face a perfect mixture of amused, and annoyed.

"Fine! I won't lie. I wanted to go home, we had sex and I didn't feel like sticking around. Just, take a knife, put the nick on your bedpost and let's both move on. We're adults after all..." Cole puffed his chest out as powerfully as he could.

"You really think you were just a knick on my bedpost?"

"Wasn't I?"

"Apparently, I gave that impression, and I'm sorry."

He was sorry? Cole couldn't figure out why that pissed him off so much. Yell at him, curse him out, any of those things Russell would have chosen to do would have been fine. Because, Cole knew he deserved it. But, apologize? It made him feel bad. He didn't want to feel bad.

"It was just sex. No big deal." Cole turned back to his computer, inputting his password and pretending Russell wasn't behind him, wearing hurt eyes that could milk money from charities.

"Yeah...okay...I've got some work to do."

Why the hell did he feel so bad? "Can I get you a cup of coffee, Mr. Taylor?"

"You mean like last time, no thanks." Russell was already retreating to his office.

"I didn't mean---" Cole sighed as the door clicked shut, turned in his chair, and rested his head in hands. No matter how many ways he swirled it in his head, Cole always came to the same conclusion, things shouldn't be this complicated. Sex was sex, no more, no less. No matter how great it had been.

Cole skated his fingers along his keyboard, inputting his password and letting the computer boot. Shouldn't be complicated. Shouldn't be so difficult.

Yet it was.

He took his mind off of it, clicked the hours away by typing case reports, sending emails, whatever was required from the legal department.

As with every work day, lunch rolled around and the door to the reception area flung open. A very familiar face swept in, arrogant gleam in his eyes and slender body marauding across the army of plush leather chairs. Jake: the boy Cole deemed his arch nemisis from first encounter.

"Weeeell, didn't expect this." He sneered.

"That makes two of us." Cole pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose.

"Maaan, you look like a nerd with those big ass glasses on. Russell must really have taken pity on you." He challenged. Cole could only guess that the little asshole was making an honest attempt to piss him off.

"Are you here for some particular reason? You know, rather than making you're whole gender look bad in those jeans."

"Jealous, four eyes?"

"More like repulsed."

"How about I kick your ass, dork."

"How about I call security and have your ass escorted out, cum dumpster." Cole's violet eyes narrowed. Actually, no security. He'd fulfill the fantasy he'd had with Russell so many times before, that always reached the same conclusion no matter the journey. Russell's body being flung from the closed window. Only, Russell would be replaced with the twinkie before him.

"Russie might not like that."

"Russie?"

"Yeah, he called me."

"What? No way."

The door behind him creaked open. "Oh, you're here Jake?" Russell moved around the desk, not even casting Cole a second glance. "Sorry, I was finishing up some work. I hope my secretary didn't cause you any trouble."

Oh that bastard.

"He's really mean. Maybe you should screen your employee's better." Jake latched his body onto Russell's arm like an affectionate lover...or a blood sucking leech.

"Maybe I should." Russell guided Jake from the wide open reception area. "Watch the office for me, would ya Mr. Thorne."

And the door closed behind them. He used his last name. He didn't look at him, and he invited over the very boy that he showed such disdain for the other night. One of two things was happening. One, Russell had lied in hopes of bartering sympathy from Cole, and using it as rather effective weapon to get into Cole's pants.

But, he couldn't bring himself to believe that was it.

The only other explanation was that Russell was trying to make Cole jealous. It was obvious, it was leud, but worst of all, it was working. No, it can't work. Cole Thorne didn't give two shits less about who Russell paraded around town with. Not at all. He tapped his finger against the desk, brushing ever so slightly against a paper weight, glistening mischievously in the office light.

His rage swelled, his hand grasped the carved piece of porcelain and flung it violently across the reception area, towards the opening door where it shattered into shards of confetti that greeted the room's newest visitor.

"Oh, shit..." Cole again cradled his head in his hands as the office was greeted by the rather confused looking young woman.

"Ummm, what did that paperweight ever do to you?" She asked, poking the shards with her foot.

Cole's eyes cast up to the woman. She was quite stunning, even from a gay man's perspective. Blond hair, tanned skin and bright blue eyes all accentuated by very measured levels of make up.

"I'm sorry. I inexcusably lost my temper." Cole composed himself. "May I help you?"

"Ummm, yes. I'm here to see Russell..."

Of course she was. Wasn't he laying it on a little thick now? Two people in the same lunch hour.

Cole sighed, and sourly spit out. "Mr. Taylor is out for lunch right now, would you like to leave your name and a message?"

"Sure, tell him Mika stopped by."

"Very well..."

The blond woman, Mika, was turning to leave the office when she halted her spin, moved across the reception area, and crooned her rather curvy figure over Cole's oaken desk, her blue eyes meeting with Cole's dull violets.

"Hmm, black hair..." She read off. "Beautiful purple eyes, ugly glasses...My, my, you wouldn't happen to be Cole Thorne, would you?"

"Ummm....yeah?" Why did everyone think his glasses were ugly? Cole happened to find them charming.

"Come with me. I'm taking you out to lunch." She grasped Cole's hand and dragged him around the desk.

"W-Wait! I can't leave the office unattended!"

"Don't worry about it. No one calls at this hour."

"They might! And, I don't even know you!"

"We'll get to know each other over some French cuisine, besides I need to talk to you."

As was now a Tayor Industries tradition, Cole was dragged from his office, down to a rather sexy Mercedes Benz where he was begrudgingly shoved in the passenger's seat. He wondered if he should call the cops for kidnapping, only his phone was still sitting on his desk back at the office.

They stopped at a French restaurant across town, Cole dragged inside as he had been dragged out of the office and into the little eatery whose name he could not pronounce.

They were stopped by a fancy dressed bookie. "Reservation?" She asked in a nasally high pitched voice.

"Taylor, table for two."

"Taylor!?"

Mika gave Cole a wink as they were guided to a table in the corner of the room, seated, and brought water to tide them over as Mika ordered for both.

Cole couldn't allow awkward silence to dominate the lunch. "Wait. Taylor, as in..."

"Daughter of Kenneth Taylor, sweetie. I came to talk to Russell today...wait...you didn't think..?"

"Beautiful woman to see Russell, I always assume it's a fuck date."

Mika began to laugh. "Yeah, I suppose he's got a bit of a reputation."

"Alright, Mrs, Mika, why the date? A beautiful woman like you, people might start thinking I'm straight."

"Well that would be a crime..." She sipped her water. "But, right to the point. I admire that in a man." She clicked her tongue, checked her nails, before casting her gaze to Cole. "Did you know Russell's the only member of my family I talk to? He's my half brother, and the only one out of the group of power hungry sicifants I can actually stand."

"Odd, he's the only one I can't stand." A week ago, that statement would have held more power.

"Is that so? That's a real shame..." Her voice held an odd mix of sugar and venom. As though any moment she might sing Cole's every praise, or curse him to high hell and back. "You see, he called me this weekend."

"Why do I feel I know where this is going?"

"First time, he's ever really regretted sex."

"Thanks for that, my ego needed it."

Her eyes narrowed, a dangerous indicator that she didn't approve of Cole's sarcasm. "He thinks he pissed you off. Moved too fast, and ruined any chance of being with you forever."

Cole couldn't think of a witty comeback, not that he wanted to. Mika might very well kill him. "What if I don't want to be with him?"

"...Like I said earlier..." Mika sipped her water. "He's the only member of the family I talk to. About, six monthes ago, he starts calling me like he always does. Only now, he's talking about this drop dead gorgeous employee. I thought he meant a woman at first, but then I find out it's you. Over these last six monthes, I may know more about you then you do."

"So your brother's a stalker. They have fabulou----" Her eyes narrowed again. Cole had never been more terrified, and decided mentioning "fabulous asylums to fix that" might not be worth his life.

"Russell wasn't always the promiscuous boy you see now. In fact, in high school, he cried very easily. One reason I liked him so much, he's really soft hearted. He has a big heart, with a lot of love. Problem is, no one loves him. They love our father, or more exactly, our father's money."

"That's not my fault."

"No, no it's not. But Russell's spent his whole life trying to get away from it. You've seen his place, it's nice, but it's a small apartment when he could have a mansion. You might also be surprised to know, he hasn't taken a dime of father's money since he was fourteen years old. He took part time jobs, and put himself through Harvard based on good grades and scholarships. He also worked his ass off, and I personally begged him to ask father for money."

"Why are you telling me this?" Cole sipped his water.

"Because! You're judging him! Yes, he's had one too many bed partners, and yes, he's spread his wings a little bit! But he's still a good guy that you won't give a chance!" Mika's fist slammed the table. "He told me how sobered up he was when you two had sex Friday, and how bad he felt when you were gone when he woke up!"

"Goddamn, I don't wanna hear this."

"Too bad. Hear it."

"Look!" Cole snapped. "I must not have made THAT much of a fucking impression! He's taken some bitch out for lunch!"

"You mean that bitch?" Mika pointed across the restaurant, to a table where Russell and Jake sat, Jake prattling on and on about what Cole assumed to be nothing, and Russell swishing the drink around boredly in his glass. Their plates were clean, and Cole could only assume that they were now just killing time. " Yeaahh, my brother's never been good at making another person jealous."

"How do they not notice we're here?"

"Well, that brat's talking about how good life'll be with dad's money, and Russell's too bored to notice a nuke going off outside."

"...Mika..."

"Look. I'm not asking you to marry him. Just...give him an honest chance." As Mika spoke, Cole's eyes drifted to the "happy" couple of Jake and Russell now leaving the restaurant, as two plates of food were brought to Cole and Mika's. "You may be surprised..." Mika grabbed her fork.

Eating, talking about Russell, and finally Mika took Cole back to the Taylor Building, dropped him off, but not before pleading with Cole to give her brother a chance one final time.

Cole ascended the elevator to the tenth floor, sighing, Russell was surely already back at the office, having left a good thirty minutes before he and Mika.

Back to his office, the door to Russell's office shut tight, but the light was on. Cole went back, grabbed his chair. To just sit down, and resume his work day, clock out at five, and go home.

With a damning sigh, he pushed the chair under his desk, and went into Russell's office.

Russell sat at his computer, clacking across the keyboard, eyes glued to the screen, glancing up to register Cole's presence, before going back to the screen.

"I'm sorry!" Cole blurted.

"For the early lunch? No big deal."

"That's not what I meant, and you know it!" The image of a small, crying boy, caught helplessly under his father's thumb transfixed over Russell's form at the desk. It was too different.

"What else could you mean?"

He was actually going to be forced to say.

"I was an ass! I left early in the morning to avoid you, and it was the most assed thing I've ever done. But, Russell! I've got a bad mouth, a shitty personality! Fuck, my only good quality is probably my face, which I hide with these fucking glasses!" Russell's eyes darted up to watch Cole's trembling form.

"You don't really think that..."

"Yeah, I really do. And, Russell, just because I don't fawn over you like a fucking groupie, isn't a good reason to want to be with me! That's...flaky at best."

Russell rose from his desk, moved across the stretch of room, and over to Cole where he grasped the boy's hips and plunged their lips together.

The kiss was short, but Cole felt himself relax into it, hands resting on Russell's broad chest muscles. Their lips parted. "Cole, the fact you hide your face is because you're soft. I like that, and I want you to like me, half as much as I like you. I want you to be something only I can have, and I can be something only you can have."

"That's cheesy as fuck."

"Maybe the bad mouth part can't be helped."

They both laughed.

"I'm...not doing anything this afternoon..." Cole's eyes cast aside, avoiding Russell's intense blue eyes. "If...you wanna do something."

"You could make up last Friday to me."

Slightly flushed, Cole's fingers reached up to unbutton his shirt. Russell laughingly slapped them away. "I didn't mean that, dummy. Come to my house, stay the night, and let me take you to work in the morning. I'll keep my hands to myself."
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"U-Um...."

"Pleaaaase, lover."

"Don't call me that. And....sure, I guess I owe you that much."

"Alright! So, now that we're talking again." Russell spun around and sauntered over to his desk, Cole's eyes shamefully glued to his ass. "How was I?"

"How was what?"

"Last Friday."

Wonderful, Cole had actually jerked off to the memory twice before Monday rolled around. "I can't really remember it."

"Awww, pooie."

"Why are you suddenly so cheerful? I think I liked you gloomy better."

Russell only smiled. "Sooo, what did Mika have to say?"

Cole was at a loss for words. "H-How did you...?"

"I saw you two at the restaurant. Give me some credit, I'm not THAT inattentive."

"She...talked about you. And, made me realize that I had been an ass....." Cole hung his head. "We didn't go into anything personal..."

"Mika." Russell savored the word. "The only person whose ever really had my back." Russell glanced to his computer. "Hey, it's 2:00, you wanna clock out early?"

"But, there's still a lot of work---"

"That'll still be there tomorrow. C'mon, pretty please? We can go back to your house, get a change of clothes for tomorrow, and then you can come to my house and hang out."

Cole took a moment to think of all the different ways this plan could go sour. "Will you keep your hands to yourself?"

"Promise." Russell flashed his winning smile.

With a sigh, Cole followed Russell out of the building, down to the sexy Lamborghini that Cole was becoming far to fond of as they sped to Cole's house. Cole gathered a few things, clothes, toothbrush, and hurried back to the car where he was taken back to Russell's apartment.

Stepping in, and through sober eyes, Cole thought back to what Mika said. Russell's apartment was finely furnished, sure, but it wasn't the pad of a multi-billionaire's son. Everything he owned could be easily afforded on the salary of a high class lawyer.

Cole stood, taking in his setting, when a pair of arms wrapped around his waist, his back pulled taut against Russell's chest, and Russel's chin on his shoulder. "I thought you said you were gonna be good..." Cole grumbled.

"I will, but don't lovers cuddle like this?"

"Yeah. They do." Cole yanked himself away, and plopped down on the plush couch in front of the large HD tv standing proudly above the mantle.

"Ah, play hard to get. I love the chase." Russell purred. He shucked off his jacket, and rolled up his sleeves as he sauntered over to the tv, popped in a random movie and then took his seat beside Cole on the couch, making the distance between them as claustrophobic as possible.

The movie started to play, and somewhere in the distance between the protagonist having sex with a random girl, and blowing shit up, which was becoming increasingly short, Russell made a brave move. He took Cole's hand, expecting the black haired beauty to snatch his hand away and drop some harsh comment.

He didn't expect Cole to squeeze his hand.

Russell turned his surprised gaze to Cole, whose violet eyes were glued to the television screen. Russell smiled, crooned his body closer to Cole's and lay his head on the other's shoulder.

The night was simple, they ordered take out, a couple of movies, and talked about small, minute things that mattered very little in the grand scheme of things.

Night time came, Russell brought Cole, who had changed into a baggy white t-shirt and clingy knit bottoms, a blanket for the night.

"You can take my bed." Russell reminded for what must have been the twentieth time. "I don't mind sleeping on the couch."

"Russell, relax. This isn't some test to see how many times you can ask for me to take the bed before you give up." Cole settled on the couch, draping the blanket over his body. "Though, I do think we're a little old for sleep overs."

"Never too old!" Russell defended childishly.

"Good night Russell."

Not wanting to miss any chance, Russell crooned his body over the couch, his face mere inches from Cole's own. "Don't I get a good night kiss from my boyfriend?"

"Grow up."

"Awww..." Russel's lips twisted to a pout.

Letting his breath out in a soft sigh, Cole reached up, clenching his fingers into wavy golden roots and pulling the older man's lips to his own.

A brief moment of surprise over took Russell, but he relaxed, his hands resting on Cole's chest as he pressed their lips together. Russell felt a little bold, his tongue trickling out to ghost over Cole's plush lips, asking the petals to open for him. They did, and Russell delved his tongue inside, exploring the hot cavern with great eagerness. So much different than the drunken haze that spoiled Cole's mouth before. No, he was sober, Cole was sober, and both were tangling their tongues in a searing dance.

They broke, the slop breaking and trailing down Cole's chin. Cole was left without breath, heaving desperately to regain it.

Russell too, panting, broke a confident smile over his face. "You liked that."

"You're delusional." Cole was glad that a blanket was concealing his waist. Despite the baggy sleep pants, he was very visibly hard.

Russell was too, only he didn't have a blanket to hide it. Cole had forgotten how big Russell was, his mind too shrouded by alcohol to fully register how well-endowed Russell actually was.

"You're staring." Russell teased.

Sharp crimson stained Cole's porcelain cheeks. "You're imagining things." He darted his eyes away.

Russell purred, kissing Cole's ear and softly whispered, "Good night Cole. Love you."

"It's a little early for that."

"Not for me. Nighty night."


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The start of a loving relationship?
Who knows?

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