Mind Your Own Business

It had become a habit at this point.



“Oh, shi-Nnghh-C-Ca-Ah! Oh, fuuuuck…” Sydney almost screamed, almost came right then and there as Cas shifted underneath him in his office chair, bucking up at a new angle into the man’s willing ass. He didn’t even need to touch him, though his cock twitched with the idea as it bounced along with Cas’ thrusts. Just this perfect angle, this impossibly brilliant, repetitive striking of his prostate, could possibly be enough to end him. Possibly, possibly, almost there, but not quite. So close, so close… Legs already poking out through the arm rests, Sydney locked his ankles behind the chair, pulling Cas in closer still, licking, kissing, biting distractedly at his neck. Oh Gods, oh fucking shit, FUCK so close, just a little further, NnghSHIT, oh fuck… He wanted to say, but his mouth had forgotten how to speak, his brain suddenly unable to process words, relying instead on low whines and whimpers and moans and panting, hissing breaths that he only hoped Cas would be able to translate into Harder! Deeper! More! Oh fuck yes, just a little bit more!



And for a brief second, it seemed to work, Cas gripping suddenly tighter at Sydney’s hips so he could pull the man down into his sharp, upward thrusts, Sydney going mad with the sheer perfection of it. But then, as though the gods were waiting on that one, damn near uncatchable moment mere centimeters before ecstasy for their chance to wreak havoc, the phone on Sydney’s desk began to ring. Out of reflex, the both of them stopped moving, eyeing the machine with its flashing buttons and obnoxious ring tone as though it had been made to alert the whole office---or what was left of it at this hour---that they were having sex. Which it very well could do if Sydney didn’t answer it.



They’d waited until the end of the day, as per usual, Cas letting himself into the room without barely any pretense anymore, most of the employees long gone, and those left around too distracted by work to notice or care. And also as per usual, they’d hardly been able to contain themselves, clothes coming undone in mere moments, forgotten in corners only seconds after that. Hands exploring bodies as mouths explored mouths. And elsewhere. It had become a tradition. A heightened expectation that prodded at Sydney through most of the day. And it usually, as well, tended to go on uninterrupted. Almost two months and not once had there ever been a knock on the door, an intercom buzz, and most certainly not a phone call to intervene. It was the perfect secret. And with every ring of his office phone he felt it slipping away.



I could pretend I’ve already gone home… No, it’s not late enough. I never leave this early. And some people still know I’m here. Sydney felt himself pale. And Jenna’s still here somewhere! If I don’t answer soon, she’ll realize my secretary is gone and answer for me. And if it’s important… She’ll come looking for me… Fuck, fuck, fuck, fu-



“Answer it,” Cas whispered almost soothingly in his ear, his voice laced with a sort of amusement that Sydney didn’t recognize. A rush of heat bloomed in his cheeks almost instantly.



“What?!” He whispered back harshly. “No, I can’t, I…” But he knew he had no choice. Not unless he wanted his mother’s assistant to come barging in on this lovely bit of fornication going on behind his desk. He groaned, resting his forehead between Cas’ neck and shoulder. “One second,” he mumbled, suddenly acutely aware of the man’s dick still in his ass, neither of them moving, and surprisingly, neither of them all that softened by the surprise. Not really looking, Sydney reached behind himself and fumbled about on the desk until he located the phone, pulling it off the hook before the caller could hang up, holding it to his ear and clearing his throat before speaking. “Sydney Chase’s office.”



It was a man on the other end, whatever he was saying going in one ear and out the other. Something about a corporate based flux in the something something and stock based whatever necessary for the he couldn’t give a shit. “We’re willing to have our people negotiate a transfer of funds-”



“Sure, of course,” Sydney cut him off, wrapping an arm around Cas’ neck so that he could get to the bridge of his nose, pinching lightly. Oh god, why now? “Whatever you think is necessary. Send us a notification of-Ahh!” Sydney forced a hand over his mouth, stifling the majority of the cry. Cas chuckled softly, meriting a panicked glare from his boss, which he ignored, bucking his hips upward one more time and making Sydney groan low and deep in his throat. Amused, Cas rocked his hips below him in a circular motion. Sydney almost dropped the phone.



“Mr. Chase?” The man on the other end of the line sounded concerned, his voice echoing over the receiver and reminding Sydney of where he was. “Are you alright, sir?” Sydney cleared his throat, flashing Cas a look that he hoped would get him to stop… or, he thought guiltily and with more than a little embarrassment, tempt him to keep going.



“Um, yes. Of course. Right,” he stammered, knowing he sounded less than professional, but finding it very hard to focus on anything other than that mind numbing sensation of Cas’ dick rubbing just so against his prostate. Over and over and over and- “Just have your pe-ngh-people call my p-people and we’ll-” Cas bit down teasingly at the juncture where shoulder meets neck, licking comfortingly at the abused flesh as he lifted the man off his lap just barely, and slammed him back down, Sydney biting down on his lip to keep from shouting the way he wanted to. “We’ll settle everything, j-just…” He tried to swallow but his throat was dry from too heavy breathing, his chest tight. “Oh, fuck…” He mumbled out hoarsely before he could stop himself when Cas snaked a hand in between them to grab at his achingly hard cock, fisting out a rhythm to match the now consistent and incredible movement of his hips. Sydney closed his eyes, hot breath panting against Cas’ bear skin. Leaning in, he took Cas’ bottom lip between his teeth, nibbling and sucking lightly, distracted by the immense pleasure and promise of release flooding his system. Then he kissed him, tongue delving deep, arching his back into those too small, too gentle thrusts below him, grunting softly. But not soft enough.



“Mr. Chase?” the man’s voice echoed again, making Sydney jump. Oh fuck…! The phone call. Fucking shit!



“Yes, hello!” Sydney returned the phone more firmly to his ear, trying to clear his head, though it was still swimming, so dangerously close to ecstasy that nothing else seemed to matter. At least, that’s what his body was trying to tell his frantically spinning mind. “I’m sorry, Mr. um… I’m sorry, I… I seem to be a little distracted.” He bit back a moan as Cas ran a thumb over the head of his dick, using the precum to slicken his grip. “P-Paperwork.” He stuttered, mentally slapping himself. Yeah… That’s believable. “If you could call my assistant tomorrow, that would be-” He gasped, Cas aiming a thrust directly into his prostate, white flashing behind his eyes. He shuddered. W-What was he saying…? “That would be… Good, so. Please do that. Thank you for calling, we’ll have it figured out right away, goodbye.” Hastily, and with less than precise hands, Sydney worked the phone back onto the receiver, wasting hardly a second before turning back to Cas and slamming himself down on that waiting cock. “I hate you so much, right now…” Sydney moaned between thrusts, Cas pounding into him now, jerks erratic and grip on his bare hips almost desperate, both of them so close it was painful.



“No you don’t,” Cas growled back, capturing Sydney’s lips in a fierce kiss, mumbling into his mouth, “You loved it…” He licked a line from the tip of his jaw to the hallow behind his ear, nibbling almost harshly on the lobe. “The thrill of it.” Sydney was shaking now, his orgasm building to the point that he thought he might go crazy if it didn’t happen right now. But even with that distracting him, he had to admit that Cas was right. He loved it. He really did. Not quite exhibitionism, but not exactly professional either. Shit, everything they’d been doing so far had been the exact opposite of professional…



And right now, teetering over the edge like he was, Sydney Chase couldn’t be bothered to give a flying fuck.



All it took was one more stroke of his length, one more buck of Cas’ hips, and Sydney was lost, clenching his teeth to keep from screaming as his orgasm ripped through him, his dick shooting ropes of hot, white seed between them, dotting chests and faces, leaving Sydney spent and blissfully warm. So much so that he barely noticed Cas tremble beneath him, grunting out something otherwise unintelligible as his own climax overtook him, the secretary filling his boss’ ass with his own cum.



For a while, they both just sat there panting, neither of which willing to move or speak or do anything other than let the afterglow settle and fade around them. And when it did, Sydney sighed, grabbing a handful of tissues---already on their third box---and began to carefully clean away any remnants off of bare skin… and furniture. “Please don’t do that again.” Sydney heard himself say, nowhere near convincing enough, he knew. But Cas only smirked, helping Sydney shift to the side so he could pull out, the two men standing to continue their half-assed, habitual clean up routine.



“Sure,” Cas nodded, gathering his clothes. “But you have to admit,” Here, he locked on Sydney’s gaze, holding tight. “It was hot, wasn’t it?” He winked, making Sydney blush.



“Not the point,” Sydney tired, but he could feel his cheeks getting hotter by the second. So he ran a hand over his face before buttoning his shirt. “But okay, yeah… It kinda was…” His words trailed off, the man looking down at his feet, embarrassed, until Cas was in front of him, tilting his chin up into a kiss that left Sydney breathless. Not because it was fierce and messy and passionate, like usual, but because it wasn’t. It was just a kiss. A simple, sweet, perfect, please, dear god, please kiss me like that forever sort of kiss that made Sydney’s head spin. And made his chest tighten. And made his heart want to burst out of his chest. And made him really, really want the man to leave.



“I’ll see you tomorrow, then, sir.” Cas whispered, breaking away and letting his hand fall to his side, eyes warm and kind and strangely knowing. “Bright and early.” Sydney looked away, nodding his head vigorously, not trusting himself to speak.



“Mhmm…” Sydney offered, hoping it would be enough to speed up Cas’ leave, the secretary finally slipping on his tie and rolling up his sleeves before turning towards the door, Sydney still not looking at him.



“Goodnight, Chase,” He heard Cas say, Sydney turning towards him out of reflex.



“Good-” He started to reply, but the door had already closed behind him, Sydney’s heart falling, his mind racing too fast for him to keep up. “Goodnight.” he whispered to the closed door, leaning back against the desk with a groan, rubbing his eyes. “What are you doing, Sydney…?” He whispered to no one in particular. But the only response he got was silence. And the sound of his heart still beating frantically in his ear. Goddamnit.



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A/N: A tad shorter than I\'m used to, but a some PWP (with a little bit of emotional cluster-fuckage) is good for the soul ^_^ Anyway! Sorry it took me so long... Again... I was at EXP con last weekend selling fanfics and ended up bringing some commissions home with me. So job took precedence over my boys, unfortunately. But I\'m back and their ready to be put through more hell. And smexy time, of course ^_~ But yes! Enjoy, another update is on the way, and comments are always welcome. I love you guys! You\'re comments always make my life. Legit. ^///^