Silver Spoon

"Leave me the hell alone, Trevor!" Cole scoffed, pressing the end call option on his phone as though it could possibly inflict physical harm upon the other man. It was getting out of hand, and somehow, some fucking how, word had slipped to him that he was now dating Russell.

Not that Cole was at the stage yet where he admitted he was dating Russell, but things had become more casual. Cole stopped slapping Russell up side the head when he swooped in for a morning kiss at the office, stopped threatening castration whenever Russell dared to cop a quick feel. It shocked Cole how much Russell had actually changed him in only one week, but Cole stayed strong.

And it wasn't like he necessarily hated the affection Russell poured out.

Russell was everything Mika had described him as. Diligent, sweet, and very cozy. In the past week since he and Russell started "going out" Russell continually tried to prove himself by dragging Cole to every romantic dive in the city which always ended with light making out in some alleyway. Russell was nothing, if not a damn good lawyer. He had the ability to convince Cole that he didn't want to end the night without kissing. If legal didn't work out, Cole foresaw Russell becoming a hypnotist.

Even things in the morning, like now, Cole ascending the elevator, down the hall, where Russell had already come in a bit early, a hot cup of coffee sitting on his desk, placed with the utmost love and care. Cole was getting spoiled.

But, if he let Russell know that, the whole battle would be lost.

So, he took his seat, started his computer, and sipped the coffee. One sip, and then brief alarm as a pair of strong arms wrapped around his waist from around the seat, and hot lips pressed to his cheek.

"Morning, Cole."

"Good morning, Mr. Taylor."

"You're still calling me that..." Cole could almost feel Russell's pouty lip against his cheek.

"Because, I want to stay professional in the work place." Still, Russell had been good. He deserved a treat. Cole spun around in his chair and planted his lips onto Russell's.

"No tongue?" Russell complained as they broke away.

"You're so needy..." Cole poked Russell's temple.

"Hell yeah I'm needy. Do you have any idea how hard it is not to rape you when you walk around my house in a tank top and those clingy pajama bottoms?"

"I could stop staying over..."

"I didn't say that. Just letting you know, I could be pushing my cock in every orifice when I got the chance."

"And I'm guessing now is a bad time to drop off this invoice..." Russell and Cole both turned their attention to the door to the reception area, the small framed boy from accounting acting like he hadn't just witnessed two men kissing, and Russell referencing his cock into one of Cole's openings.

"Can I help you?" Cole cleared his throat, brushing Russell aside.

"I dunno? Do you give every employee a kiss, or just superiors?" The boy's dark eyes shimmered with playful intent.

"Kid, you're little. Don't make me throw you." Cole threatened, taking the invoice the boy offered.

"I'm twenty three, you're younger than me ya infant!"

"No need to get nasty, children." Russell waved them down. He tussled Cole's dark hair and moved back to his office. "See you for lunch, Cole."

The door shut, and the smaller framed boy ran around the desk and draped his arms over Cole's shoulders. "Soooo, Cole! Dish, man! You two sleeping together?"

"Not really, and it's none of your business Michael." Cole brushed the boy away.

"Awww, c'mon, don't be like that. I tell you about all my scores, don't I?"

"And yet, I never once asked you too." Cole adjusted his glasses.

"Come onnnnn. What base are you on?"

"Do you have no work to do? And besides, the base system only really applies between men and women----" Cole cut his thought. His cell phone was ringing again. He shuffled the device out of his pocket, and glanced at Trevor's name flashing, his violet eyes dulling and he let out a sigh as the phone continued to ring in his hand.

"You gonna get that?" Michael asked.

With a flick of his wrist, Cole sent his cell phone hurdling across the room, crashing against the wall, and shattering into mechanical shards the janitor would later sweep away with the dust bunnies. "Nope."

"Ah, I...don't know what that was about, but I guess I should get back to work. Tell me when you guys have sex! I wanna know how he is!"

"It's none of your damn business!!!!"

Cole sighed, watched Michael close the door behind him, and sank into his routine until lunch, where Russell hurried out, telling Cole to "wait for him." Thirty minutes later, Russell returned, two take out plates in hand and he grabbed the back of Cole's chair, and dragged him chair and all back to his office.

"M-Mr.....Russell!? What're you...!?"

"Lunch date!" Russell's desk, clean off all paper work and the computer moved aside, was decorated with napkins and plastic forks. Russell parked Cole's chair, placed the paper plates on the desk, and went back to close his door, before sitting in his own seat and opening the two trays of steak and potatoes.

"Russell, this is---"

"I know a great place that served steak, and I wanted to get it for you. Dig in."

Cole took a fork and a knife, and timidly tried a piece of grilled meat, wary of Russell's brimming eyes. He took a bite. It was actually very good, excellently seasoned, and he gave Russell an approving nod.

"Good?"

"It's alright." Cole knew he should cut Russell some more slack.

Russell began to eat his own steak, the two talking until the trays were empty and there was nothing left but talking between them.

Russell discarded the plates to the trash can underneath his desk and scooted his chair back. "You know Cole, you could come sit in my lap." He winked.

"You...must be kidding." His eyes narrowed dangerously, but Cole was starting to fear that they were losing their animosity. Their terror.

"Pleaaaaase, just some light making out for the lunch I bought you."

"You're so full of it!" Cole huffed. "You bought me a nice lunch just to make out?"

A nervous chuckle escaped Russell's lips. "I-well,ehehehe"

While Russell tried to find his lost words, Cole smiled, circled around the desk, and settled his ass into Russell's lap, pressing down playfully as he wrapped his arms around his flushed faced boss.

"I'm teasing you." Cole cooed, and pressed his lips to Russell's soft petals. Russell purred, and pressed hard against Cole, placing his large hands on Cole's small hips and pulling his frame against his own, their mouthe's opening and tongues coming out to play. Russell gave a soft moan as he felt his body set ablaze, Cole's arms pulling hard at his neck.

Russell parted, the need for air overwhelming his desire for Cole's plush lips, taking a brief moment to admire the breathless secretary, with his kissed red lips.

"Nice..." Russell stroked Cole's cheek.

Cole dipped down, pressing his nose to the nape of Russell's neck and breathing in, planting feather soft kisses along the exposed tanned skin, tugging the collar of his shirt down just enough for his own access. Russell let out a moan, fingers stroking soft tinsels of black hair.

"Cole..." Russell let out, his voice deep and husky. A highly arousing sound to Cole as he bucked his hips, his hardened length grinding with Russell's. "Since when are you so frisky?" Russell meant to sound more arrogant than he actually did.

"Shut up..."

Russell tipped Cole's chin, and brought their lips together again. What ever magic had cursed Cole to become so horny, Russell would have to thank. Maybe it was something in the steak.

His desk, still bare, was perfect to lift Cole's body and place seat him on the desk, scooting his chair in close so that his mouth hovered perfectly over Cole's inner thigh. As saliva gathered in his mouth, the sizable tent in Cole's slacks very appetizing to Russell, he unzipped the slacks, delved his hand into silk boxers, and pulled the straining sex to freedom.

"Wow, look how hard you are, naughty little boy..." Russell purred as he kissed the tip.

Cole quivered, Russell blowing cold air on the tip of Cole's jerking member, opening his mouth and taking the entirety of Cole's sex into his mouth. Cole cried out, consumed by the heat of Russell's mouth as his eyes lidded, fingers brushing through golden locks.

Russell made eye contact, looking up at Cole through his own lust hazed eyes, Russell bobbed his head up and down Cole's sex, violet eyes watching his act of lust, splashes of pre-ejaculate sputtering on his tongue.

The mood was perfect, air sizzling with hot electricity, thick with anticipation for Cole's release into Russell's mouth.

When there was a knock at the door.

"W-Who is it?" Cole panted out, fingers still brushing through Russell's hair.

"Mr. Thorne? I'm looking for Mr. Taylor." It was a voice that Cole didn't recognize, likely just another pencil pushing suit that blended into the office crowd.

"Out to lunch..." Cole grimaced, pushing Russell's head all the way down on his member, his ebony curls tickling Russell's nose.

"But I could have sworn I saw him come in."

"Your imagination!" Cole half-barked, half moaned.

"Well why are you in Mr. Taylor's office with the door closed?" The knob rustled. "I'm coming in..." The knob turned.

Cole cast his panicked violet orbs down to Russell, who only looked on amused while his mouth was filled with Cole's member.

"Don't come in!" Cole cried out desperately.

"Why?"

"I'm changing---"

Russell pulled his mouth off Cole's member, stroking the wet length in his hand to keep it hard. "Cause I'm sucking him off goddammit, and you're ruining it! Now go away or I'll fire you!" Russell barked.

"W-What!?"

"Russell!" Cole choked out.

"You heard me! His cock. My mouth! Magic was happening! And I was having a fucking good time before you started asking five billion questions! You wanna watch, open the goddamn door, I don't care!"

"Russell!!!!"

"I..... can come back later." The man retreated from the door, the knob clicking as he walked away.

"Damn, now, where was I?"

"What if he had come in?"

"I wasn't bluffing." Russell cut off further complaints by again swallowing Cole's member to the root. He opened his own slacks, pulling out his own cock as he bobbed his head up and down Cole's hard member, stroking his own cock in time with each bob, imagining what it would feel like to have Cole's sweet mouth choking on his cock.

"Russell..." Had his name ever sounded so good?

Another knock at the door, Russell was going to have to kill someone.

"GO THE FUCK AWAY!!!" Cole shouted.

Russell smiled around Cole's member, a weak girl muttering "Alright...sorry..." before slipping away. Cole grumbled, grabbing Russell's head and angrily thrusting into his mouth, pushing deep inside of the wet heat until he felt explosive burning shoot through his body, blinding him in a sea of white.

With one guttural, almost slutty moan, Cole came, blasting thick ribbons of ejaculate into Russell's eager mouth, who swallowed without wasting a single drop.

Savoring the taste of his lover, Russell gave his own cock a few good jerks, and came himself, a few bands landing on the plush carpeting, but most coating his hand to be wiped off and discarded into the trash.

"Damn...you're really good at that...." Cole breathed.

"I pride myself in my many talents." Russell poked Cole's thigh.

"I guess it's my turn." Cole slipped off the desk and fell between Russell's thighs, his mouth hovering over Russell, his semen covered limp member ready to be re-awakened.

Just as Cole's tongue darted out to taste the fluid, Russell yanked Cole's head away in a panic. "N-No. That's okay. I already came so..."

"What? Don't tell me you have that little stamina. Besides, you did mine so---"

"R-Really Cole, it's fine. I like to give head more than receive it anyway..."

"Russell, no body is buying that."

"I don't want you to, alright!" Russell composure became unusually aggressive, settling an odd sense in Cole's stomach he hadn't felt before. "S-Sorry..." Russell regained his compose, and stuffed his dick back inside his slacks. "Lunch break is almost over anyway."

"...Russell?" Cole reached out, at any other time he would leave Russell's reluctance at that, but now he was just bugged. He touched Russell's cheek. "What's the matter with you?"

Russell flinched away, his eyes casting to the floor, as though looking into Cole's violet depth's caused him some sort of pain.

"I've got work to do anyway..." Cole resigned himself, and left the room. Was he actually hurt that he wasn't allowed to suck a cock? That had to warrant a trip to therapy.

Cock withdrawals. Awkward group therapy session, yes, but great idea for a summer comedy.

And Russell Taylor's cock of all people? He was supposed to hate this man! When did it become less of a thrill that got him through mountains of paper work, and more of a...burden? He was losing his mind, he didn't hate Russell, and he was hurt that he wasn't allowed to blow him.

And he was bothered by Russell's almost violent reaction to him trying.

Five o'clock spilled around, Cole gathering his things, shutting down his computer, and heading for the door. Russell hadn't emerged from his office since his outburst earlier, not even to go to the bathroom. Cole swallowed his urge to check on him.

As he was leaving the office, he opened the door to a beautiful Ms. Taylor, hanging in the hallway. "Well..." Mika purred, crooning her body off what appeared to be the happiest wall in the word. "We meet again."

"Are you here to kidnap me again? I'm giving your brother a chance."

She giggled. "No, here to see Russell. He called me an hour ago, asked me to come see him."

"Something wrong with him?" Cole looked back across the reception area to Russell's closed door.

"Don't worry about it. Go home, and get some sleep. You've got work tomorrow." She pecked Cole on the cheek, and left the confused secretary lingering in the hall as she moved with angelic grace to Russell's office. Cole scratched his black licks of hair, and decided to go home.

Leaving the building, hailing an overpriced cab, and a fifteen minute drive later, Cole was home. He payed his fee, and entered the rather rickety apartment complex, and took the elevator to his floor.

Down the hall, to his personal room, Cole fishing the key from his pocket and opening the rusty brass door knob.

He entered his apartment, cut on the light, and immediately took a step back. As light spilled into the room, a figure sitting on the couch of his den came into view. Dark eyes, dark hair, and scraggly shadow on his chin as he peered at Cole with an unbridled sense of mischief. His body, strong, and lean, was hanging rather comfortably off the dusty old couch.

As though the word stung his mouth, and it may well have, Cole spat, "Trevor..."

His grin widened. "Hello, angel."

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The plot thickens?
Sorry for this rather short intermission chapter, but I just had to set a couple of things up, and I don't like to cram too much into anyone chapter. Thanks so much for all the feed back you guys are giving me, I love you all! Well, that's all I got, later.