Mind Your Own Business

Cassidy Williams didn’t normally mix work with pleasure---not that he’d ever really had much a reason to---but for the CEO of Chase Advertisements, he seemed more than willing to make an exception. Over and over and over again. The thought of it, of bending the president of the company over his desk, ramming into him from behind, made the secretary smirk, the idea of what else he could do to the man running through his mind as he pulled into the employee parking lot.



It was five till nine am, the same time he arrived to work every morning. If habit served, Chase would already be at his desk, half the staff mulling in and out as they prepared for their individual days. He could see it, that image of the man sitting behind his desk, the same desk he’d fucked him on the evening before. Sydney Chase… Sandy colored hair, curly and mussed but still professional looking, long enough to tangle the fingers in. The promise of toned muscle and soft skin beneath his suit. Eyes that mesmerizing sort of bright hazel that he loved to watch glaze over with lust. And those lips. Those fucking kissable lips. Cassidy sighed at the image, mulling it over. Tasting it, feeling it, remembering it with vivid, tempting detail. Sydney fucking Chase. The CEO and president of Chase advertisement…



As much as he was letting himself indulge now, if he was being honest, he tried not to dwell on it too much. Occasionally, when his conscience decided to involve itself, he found that the whole situation left a sour, guilt heavy taste in his mouth. However, lucky for him, his conscience usually couldn’t be bothered. Which was why he found no qualms about reveling now.



“Good morning, Mr. Williams!” The young, blonde intern greeted him as usual practically the second Cassidy exited the elevator. He smiled kindly at her, also as usual.



“Good morning,” he replied politely, though he still had no idea what her name was. It was enough, the girl blushing cutely before returning her focus reluctantly to her work. Cas passed her without another thought, stopping by the floor’s kitchenette on the way to his office, not because he was thirsty but because, for the first time since his employment, he noticed his boss in front of the coffee maker, busying himself with a cup. He felt himself smirk without even processing why, eyes scanning the hall to make sure no one was coming before sauntering in. “Good morning,” He whispered huskily an inch from Chase’s ear, making the man jump, his coffee splashing over the rim of the mug and all over his hand with a jolt.



“Jesus!” he gasped, shaking his stinging hand over the sink with a hiss. Cassidy chuckled, pressing himself into Chase’s back.



“Actually, my name is Cas,” he replied facetiously. “But it’s nice to know you think so highly of me.”



Chase rolled his eyes, though the hint of a restrained grin was obvious on his lips. He made to turn the faucet on, but Cas grabbed his still coffee sticky hand before he had the chance, bringing a finger to his lips and sucking it into his mouth, tongue licking it clean suggestively. Chase could do no more than stare, wide eyed, as he moved onto the next finger and the next, humming around the man’s ring finger, making him blush.



“C-Cas…” Chase swallowed, eyelids heavy with an already growing lust. Cassidy replied by slowly, torturously so, pulling his pinky fingers out from between his now moistened, still smirking lips. Sydney licked his own subconsciously, unable to take his eyes off the sight, both men involuntarily leaning closer.



They both heard the footsteps approaching at once, reacting accordingly, though Chase with much less composure, Cas simply grinning deeper as he licked a final line from wrist to palm along the man’s hand before letting him go. In practically the same fluid motion, he reached past Chase to snag a mug, already pouring his own cup of coffee by the time the footsteps reached the kitchenette, Chase left frazzled and still blushing.



“Morning, Mr. Chase,” a man’s voice broke the now tense and partially awkward silence, at least on Chase’s part it seemed. The voice, Cas realized, belonged to the head of their graphic design department, Julio Reyes. “Williams,” the man added as an afterthought, making himself comfortable between the two men as he focused on his own cup. “How’s Adidas looking for us? Any word yet?” It was asked more to Chase, but Cas was the one who answered.



“Nothing worth celebrating over,” he replied, moving away from Julio and repositioning himself on Chase’s other side under the guise of adding cream and sugar to his already sweetened coffee. “But it’s looking good.” He glanced at Chase out of the corner of his eye, the man stiffening under the knowing gaze. “Isn’t that right, sir?”



“Oh, um… Yes.” He stammered, clearing his throat. “Fingers crossed.” He added lamely, the words softer and lacking focus. He cleared his throat, taking a sip of his coffee. For a brief second, Cassidy wondered why the man hadn’t just left yet, choosing instead to face the coffee maker uncomfortably rather than escape Cas’ teasing. But it was during a subtle, unnoticeable scan of the man that he realized the bulge in his pants. Not prominent in any way, when he was facing this direction at least, but were he to move, it would be a bit more obvious to Julio. Thankfully, as of yet, the department head didn’t even seem to notice that Chase wasn’t listening, much less that it was because he was trying to conceal a still present but softening erection.



“We’ve got some great ideas cooked up for that one, Mr. Chase,” Julio smiled, eyes sparkling at the promise of a new opportunity to create. “I’ll swing them by your office the moment we hear word.”



“Sounds great, Julio,” Chase replied, and if his voice was a little clipped, the man didn’t seem to notice. Neither did he notice that, the moment he turned to leave, Chase let out an audible sigh of relief, relaxing visibly the moment the door shut behind him. Cassidy couldn’t help but chuckle, the sound earning him a rather perturbed glare as Sydney took a seat at the small wooden table in the center of the kitchenette. “That wasn’t funny.”



“Not from your end, maybe.” Cassidy responded, though he softened it with an apologetic smile. He really shouldn’t tease, but fuck if it wasn’t easy. And fun. Holy shit, was it fun. But really, he needed to take it easy on the man. He knew that. It couldn’t be simple being the CEO at his age. And being horny and played with certainly wasn’t helping.



Cas could tell Chase was trying his best to stay mad, but the man didn’t have it in him, running a hand through his hair with a sigh before continuing. “Just… Don’t do that again, okay? Not unless-”



“It’s behind closed doors?” Cas offered with a smirk, downing the last of his coffee and making his way to his boss’ side. He winked, enjoying the blush that darkened his already pink cheeks. “You got it, boss.”



He knew he needed to lay off, but it was addicting. Seeing that look of want on his boss’ face was like its own form of heroine. And that blush, the one that seemed to stain his skin with every teasing comment that left Cas’ lips… It was still too good to want to give up. But eventually he’d need to be smart about this. Mature up and realize what he was doing. But until then…



“See you at closing time, then, Chase.” He whispered in Chase’s ear, making the man’s breath audibly catch as Cas licked a line from the tip of his jaw to the hallow behind his ear, nipping lightly at the lobe before backing away. “I have some papers that need signing, by the way. Should I leave them on your desk?”



The man looked defeated; eager for more, while knowing, for the sake of his job, that he couldn’t have it. Not yet. “Sure, yeah.” He mumbled, watching too intently as Cas left, smirk still tugging devilishly at the corner of his mouth.



“Closing time” couldn’t come fast enough, it seemed. For both of them. Cassidy found himself watching the clock as the throng of people in the building grew thinner and thinner. But it was Chase, as deliciously unexpected as it was, that made the move this round. The invitation came in the form of a buzz on his intercom, Chase’s voice crackling to life from the other end.



“Mr. Williams?” Cas could hear the strain in his voice. It made him smirk.



“Sir,” he replied simply. The reply was hesitant, like he was choosing his words carefully.



“I need to see you in my office right away… Please.”



The last word was practically mumbled, embarrassed, so much written in that phrase it almost made Cas laugh out the suggestive reply. “Oh, do you now?” But he didn’t. Couldn’t. Not yet. So instead, he swallowed it back, held down the intercom button, and replied, “Of course,” our of his seat in a second. He remained collected though, walking slowly and seemingly without purpose, despite the fact that most of the company no longer wandered the halls. But still, as though on reflex now, he kept up the charade, knowing once and barely waiting for Chase’s standard, “Come in,” to echo beyond the door before he entered the office.



“Did you need something, sir?” Cas said, letting the words hang heavy with implication as the door clicked shut behind him. Chase stayed silent, rising from his chair and walking up to Cassidy until he was close enough to bring notice to the inch or two or height difference between them. Cas raised an eyebrow, smirk still in place, waiting. Wondering at the look of determined but struggling dominance in his eyes. A single breath of a chuckle escaped him at the thought, breaking Chase’s composure, reminding him of how close they were, of what he wanted to do. And, with no further warning than that, he pulled Cas into a fierce, albeit clumsy kiss, pushing the secretary back into the door.



He couldn’t deny that the forwardness was a definite turn on, Chase’s anxious determination leading his trembling fingers under Cas’ shirt, raking down skin on their way to his waistband. But that forwardness couldn’t go on unpunished. Distracting him with a too sudden, too hard bite at his bottom lip, Cas snagged Chase’s hands and locked them, crisscrossed at the wrists, above his head. Cas grinned evilly at him.



“Somebody’s eager,” he chided halfheartedly, voice a careful mix of banter and lust. Either way, it got the reaction he’d been hoping for, Chase looking away as though wounded and embarrassed, though the look his eyes, the way he panted softly between parted, kiss-bruised lips, said otherwise. It was a sight Cas wanted to prolong, a look of want that he hadn’t expected himself to be so drawn to. So addicted to. He had to have it. He had to make it happen. As many times as he could manage.



Like right now.



Cas leaned back into the kiss, tightening his grip on his boss’ wrists with one hand as he let the other begin to work on the buttons of his own shirt, then Chase’s, letting a thumb worry teasingly at an already hard and responsive nipple. A breath escaped him on a low, almost inaudible moan, as Chase arched up into that touch, so desperate for more it made Cas’ already growing erection harden further against the confines of his pants. The subtle rock of his hips against Chase’s let him know that the man was right there with him, both of them hard and impatient and eager and not moving nearly fast enough for Cas’ tastes. So, to remedy that, he diligently began to work at the zipper of Chase’s pants, slipping a hand between pieces of fabric to the hot, waiting flesh inside, wrapping a hand around his dick. A gentle squeeze made Chase shudder visibly, the man throwing his head back and biting his already swollen lip to conceal the moan trying to inch its way up his throat. But Chase would have none of that. It was late enough. No one would hear but him. And shit if he didn’t want to hear every word, every moan, every sound he was about to fuck out of his boss. The thought alone made his cock twitch almost painfully.



“What do you want, Chase,” Cas growled seductively, following it up with a torturously slow jerk of his hand over the man’s pulsing member. Chase hissed at the contact, but didn’t reply, bucking his hips against that hand, the answer obvious. But Cas wanted him to say it. “Look at me,” he whispered into Chase’s ear, running a thumb over the head of his arousal as he licked at the pulse point on his neck, wanting to suck hard the skin over that tendon, but knowing no mark could be made. No one could ever know. But he’d know. They both would.



It took Chase a moment, as though he hadn’t realized he’d closed them, but eventually, he opened his eyes, looking at Cas, lids heavy and vision blurry with need. Cas smirked, running his tongue over the man’s jaw and up to his lips, licking at the part of his lip that Chase was still digging his front teeth into. He took a breath, drowning in the scent of the man, the mixture of sweat and Axe and Armani suits and whatever shampoo he used, so sweet and floral it was a wonder people couldn’t figure out his orientation from smell alone. And it suited him, funnily enough. Now that he knew it, memorized it, Cas couldn’t imagine him smelling any other way. Aside from adding the delicate scents of lube and cum and sex, of course. He chuckled under his breath, holding the man’s gaze.



“Tell me… What you want…” He said softly, voice low and deep.



Chase bucked his hips into Cas loosening hand once, twice more before working up the coherency to answer. And when he did, Cas all but came right there. Chase’s eyes settled hotly on Cas, a sudden spark of focus behind the lust, his lips quivering as he whispered the words, filled to the brim with desire even as damn near inaudible as they were.



“Fuck me.”



No reply was necessary, Cas removing his hand at once and letting Chase’s pants pool around his ankles for a second before he stumbled out of them, a small bottle of lube falling from the pocket. Chase blushed, shrugging it off as he picked it up and handed it to Cas, the man laughing softly under his breath as he released Chase’s wrists and coated his fingers with it, working that hand into the cleft of his ass. He inched a finger in and then another and then another without pause, all the while, working at unbuckling his belt and removing his own pants, sighing involuntarily when his dick finally sprang free. A motion that Chase seemed suddenly very interested in, his eyes locked on it with an unspoken request, or question maybe, the look enough to make Cas pause, removing his fingers with an unintentional hiss from Chase. When he realized he was staring, Chase looked up at Cas awkwardly, a blush spreading from his cheeks to his neck.



“Can I…?” He mumbled, running light, curious fingers over the sensitive skin. Cas wasn’t entirely sure what he was going after, but he nodded anyway, amused enough and aroused enough to be curious. Chase smiled nervously as he dropped down to his knees, Cas’ eyes going wide with the realization before settling into an pleased sort of understanding.



Chase ran his hand along Cas’ length, massaging the shaft lightly before running his fingers in succession over the head. Then, attentively, he wrapped his palm around that length, bringing his mouth no more than an inch from the tip before licking at the drop of precum about to drip. Cas inhaled slowly, an unspoken invitation to keep going, to keep licking, to keep doing that, right there, Oh fuck yes. And when Chase abided, surrounding Cas’ member in the moist heat of his mouth, sucking just enough, teeth grazing just enough, tongue working just enough, it made Cas wonder where he’d learned to suck dick so well. He placed his hands on either side of his boss’ head, lube coating the already sweat curled strands of sandy hair, Cas trying hard not to fuck Chase’s mouth harshly like he wanted to. It took all he had to step back, pull out of that mouth before he came, though every inch of him screamed for it, and wrench Chase back to his feet, Cas plunging three fingers into his ass without warning, making him cry out, a blip of sound Cas cut off with a sudden, messy and powerful kiss.



Cas curled his fingers, stretching out the still so tight skin of his boss’ ass until he found that bundle of nerves, massaging around them, making Chase moan a shaky, “Please…” into his mouth. Still careful not to break the kiss, Cas hoisted Chase up and entered him, propping his back against the door as the he locked his ankles around Cas’ waist, neither of them moving just yet, getting used to the new position, the familiar but still fresh feeling of being so full, so close to perfection. Chase got used to it quicker than Cas expected, already writhing around him, linking his arms behind Cas’ neck. “Move.” He breathed, lips still touching as he picked himself up just barely as though in explanation, dropping himself down around Cas’ dick with a jerk, both of the men gasping at the pressure, the contact, the break in their resolve.



Reconnecting their kiss, as pointless as it was, lips just barely brushing, tongues touching, licking distractedly, teeth clanking almost painfully at time, Cas grabbed at Chase’s hips and began pounding into him. He was sure his fingers would leave bruises, caring only until he realized they would be covered easily by pants and shirts and the uniformity of the business world they were hiding from right now.



“Sh-Shit, Cas… Nngh, oh fuck!”Chase groaned, matching the rhythm of his thrusts, meeting them with his own downward motion, the friction and angle direction Cas’ dick right into his prostate repeatedly. Blissfully. “Oh god-Ahh!-H-harder, Cas, p-please…” He begged, Cas doing as asked, picking up speed, leaving Chase breathless. Leaving both of them inches from completion.



As though out of reflex, Cas found Chase’s neglected member, working a hand between them in a similar rhythm, Chase throwing his head back hard enough to hear the thwack it made against the door. But it was a fleeting thought brushed aside by Chase’s sudden climax, his whole body tightening around Cas through his last few thrusts, yanking him over the edge as well, the man jerking against his boss’ suddenly too heavy body as the clenching of his ass milked him dry.



“Mmmfuck…” Cas hummed against Chase’s neck, pulling out slowly as he lowered the man’s legs back to the floor, Chase stumbling up against the door to support himself and wincing when his head touched against the wood. Cas noticed, taking a partially unsteady step forward and touching lightly at the back of Chase’s mess of hair. “You okay?” He nodded, fingers grazing the same spot.



“Yeah. Just a bump. I’ll be fine.” He snagged Cas’ hand and dragged it down to his face, pressing his cheek into the palm. “I can hardly feel it.”



Cas watched him for a moment, the man closing his eyes, softening against that touch---his touch---like he could fall asleep easy just standing there. It was either the affection of the well sexed, or something else. Something more dangerous.



What am I doing?



“Next time, try not to slam your head against the door.” Cas said instead, smirking as he removed his hand gently from Chase’s face. Chase frowned.



“It was your fault,” He shrugged, almost playfully, stepping away from Cas and back into his pants, all signs of that affection replaced with a casual sort of gratitude. An amusement? It made Cas wonder, his smirk softening with unexpected relief.



“For what? Being so damn good at fucking your brains out?” Cas replied, buttoning his shirt back up and fixing his tie. At that moment, however, Chase threw him a look that had him pausing mid-button, the man smiling brightly, even as he ran his fingers through lube spotted hair.



“Pretty much,” he laughed, a glow about him post sex that made Cas reluctant to leave. It was an attractive sight, more so than he had noticed over the last few days. And he was thwarted at once by the desire to keep that sight all to himself. He cleared his throat, shoving it into the back of his mind.



“All part of the job description,” Cas said half heartedly, maintaining his smirk though he could feel it slipping. Chase, fully dressed once again, walked up to him, the attempt at seduction making Cas chuckle beside himself.



“Is it now?” Chase smirked. “Then I’ll see you in my office tomorrow. Same time?” He looked him up and down, licking his lips. “What do you say, Mr. Williams?”



He knew what he should say, what he should have said after that first encounter. But, as per usual, the pulse of his dick, still eager despite the evening, did the talking for him. “You can count on it, sir.”



Aw, what the hell. He could be smart later.





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A/N: Wow... This one took forever to finish. Damn that whole college thing. Who needs it? Heh. Anway! So, I wanted to try my hand at Cas\' perspective. It\'s not nearly as in his head as Sydney\'s chapters are, but whatevs. Hope you guys think it turned out well. And thank again to all ya\'ll who are reviewing and 5star-ing and reading and whatnot! It\'s for you guys that I do this. And for the sick pleasure I take in creating characters, letting them screw each other\'s brains out, and then messing with their lives. XD jkjk... I love my characters. Even if they DO make poor life choices. Thanks again! Comments are always welcome. Enjoy! ^_^