Something I Can Never Forget

Elijah held in a yawn as yet another project was presented to him, riffling through the papers as he tried his absolute hardest to devote what part of his attention span that was awake to this person going over numbers at the front of the room. If he yawned, they would think it was bad for the project, it would destroy self confidence, and the rest of the presentation would steadily go downhill. It was simply the way it usually went when he wasn't careful enough to hide his yawning. Which seemed to be more and more often the past couple days.

It'd been nearly a week and a half since he'd gotten back from his trip, and nearly a week and a half since he and Bryant had been going at it like wild, rabid bunnies. Most times, Eli would have been so immensely happy he would have been dancing and singing in the halls and elevator. Well, maybe not so enthusiastic, but mentally he would have been. In his head. Where no one else could see it. Outwardly, maybe he would have smiled. A little. And it had started off like that, even his secretary had noted his rather more upbeat and light demeanor. But after awhile, well, it'd gotten rather draining. Every time they were alone, they went at it, kept going until neither of them could move anymore nonetheless cum, and Bryant seemed to be perpetually horny.

The man never stopped! They'd gone through the box of toys in a matter of days, Eli had jacked him off, sucked him off, let him top, and even ridden him a few times, nothing quite seemed to get the man down, for lack of a better phrase.

Elijah didn't mind, no, he enjoyed all the sex, and honestly, not being a generally sexual man, it was refreshing, but honestly, it was wearing him out! Not that he'd stop, no, not until the day he died (more than likely from sexual exhaustion).

As he nearly yawned again, Ms. Withers sneezed at the end of the table, prompting him to mimic the action if he couldn't keep from yawning anymore, raising a hand to yawn and at the end adding a fake sneeze so it simply looked like he was being polite about it. "Pardon." He murmured, blinking himself awake and taking a drink of the ice water he'd been brought. Wrapping up what was left of the meeting, he dismissed everyone and thanked the presenter before reclining alone in his office. God, an afternoon nap sounded great.

Bryant had been on the better end of all of this, seemingly rather quiet and cheerful to whoever came up to him with a question. It hadn't really occured to him that so much sex was a bad thing, but after the past week, he was starting to come around and realize that something was definately going on with him; that plus he seemed to be gaining a couple of pounds over the course of a weeks time. A rather tired look managed to cross over his facial features as he noticed an all too familiar tent makings itself known in his pants, and just when he was in the middle of something incredibly important...no matter how much it may kill him, he was just going to have to deal with it for a while.

Fingers took to practically grabbing at the pen in his hand with an incredibly tight grip, managing to almost break the small piece of metal in half in the process. "Bryant...are you ok?" Eyebrow was arched when he realized that one of the girls from around the office seemed to be staring at him, a name wasn't really important for right now all he knew was that she was annoying him. "Yes, I'm fine! staring at me like a goddamn fish isn't going to make it better!" Needless to say, no sooner had the words left his mouth that he knew he was going to be in trouble...especially since that same girl was probably going to go upstairs and complain about supposed badgering.


Elisa, that had been the name of the girl that had taken to making her way up to the top floor, normally she would have let something like this go, but she didn't take too kindly to being yelled at for no apparent reason. The sound of her hand knocking against Eli's door seemed to make an echo, timid vocals finally making themselves known. "Ummm it's Elisa...I was wondering if I could talk to you?"

Ms. Withers was leaning against the edge of his desk, reading off the rest of his day's schedule and moving things around that needed to be so that he could leave early that afternoon since he seemed far too distant to do his job properly, asking all the questions a concerned mother usually did like 'are you sleeping good' and 'what have you been eating' so that maybe she could figure out if it was something they could fix. When the office was entered unannounced, Ms. Withers looked up and nearly glared. No one. No one got into this office without permission or an appointment or, at the very least, announcement. At the moment, Elijah had his head back in his chair and he was working at not nodding off, so when the voice that wasn't Ms. Wither's reached his ears, he immediately perked, knowing it wasn't the greatest way to see your boss in the middle of the afternoon.


"Thank you, Ms. Withers, please make the appropriate changes to my schedule for the afternoon and move my next appoint down by fifteen minutes so that Elisa and I might have a moment to talk?" He smiled at Ms. Withers who nodded and walked back to her own desk, pausing only to glare a little at the girl in the doorway. "Elisa, please, come in. Have a seat. My apologies for my assistant, any employee should feel free to voice any concern to me at any time of the day. Was there something on your mind?" He spoke almost sweetly, though it was that sweetness that came when one was already too tired to have to actually deal with people. Most days he would have reprimanded a person for not being announced, right now, he figured the sooner he got her out, the sooner the next person came in, and the sooner he could get out of here and sleep before Bryant and him would hump like rabbits again.

She couldn't help but notice the rather deadly glares that she was currently receiving from his secretary, sometimes she wondered if that woman had some kind of prison record, that glare was enough to make anyone think she was an ex-con. A hesitant smile was given in response, taking a seat on one of the nearby chairs with a look of complete and utter nervousness, being one of the people that was practically terrified of Elijah. "Well, it's about Bryant...he's been getting rather...rude and extremely badgering when I ask him if he's ok. After all, I don't mean to upset him" Of course, she couldn't understand at all just what it was that he was going through, but Bryant wasn't about to announce his personal situations to everyone in the company. Right now, Elisa desperately wanted to be excused, the fact that she had a ton of work to do not the first thing that came to mind.

After that first little bit and the mention of his...Bryant, not lover, Bryant, his listening skills suddenly improved one hundred fold. By the end of it though, he looked less than pleased, which probably didn't help the fact that she was already nervous as hell. "I see." His hand nearly slammed into the little buzzer of his intercom. "Ms. Withers," He ground out. "Please send for Bryant from planning." He sounded, quite frankly, like he was ready to kill someone. "Thank you, Elisa, for your concern, I will speak to him immediately and take any action necessary to see that this problem is rectified as quickly and as efficiently as possible. Please don't let it concern your anymore." He stood, walking around. "Now, I'm sure you've got a lot you're busy with, so, if you'd like, you can go." Oh yes, heads were going to roll.

While Elisa had excused herself and left the office, Bryant looked less than pleased when he had been called up to Elijah's office, knowing full well that he was definately in for it now. A rather deadly little glare being given in Elisa's direction when they had managed to cross paths, pretty much blaming her for the lecture that he was about to endure, not willing to admit that everything had put him on edge lately no matter what it was. His eyes wandering over the sight of Eli's secretary, suddenly feeling the need to snap at her, but knowing better than to mess with that woman no matter how pissed off he might be feeling. A look of unknown submissiveness seemed to effect his posture as soon as he took notice of Elijah's own look, knowing that he had definately done the wrong thing snapping at Elisa in his moment of weakness. All that he could really do now was take his seat on the chair nearest him, and hope that he was still able to hear out of both of his ears after this little meeting was all said and done.

Snapping at Ms. Withers was probably the worst idea anyone would ever have. Not only was she scary, but, well, Elijah liked her, she made a good assistant, and was at the very least nice to him, which meant he would have killed anyone mean to her. Most times, yelling would have started all the way from the second the door had closed behind Bryant, but Elijah was tired, and fairly certain he could only get in so much yelling in one day, and he didn't want to waste it. He waited until the other was sitting down and slowly went to go and stand by him. Almost loving he reached over and tussled his hair just a little...before smacking him on the back of the head with a rather loud 'fwap'. "What the hell is wrong with you?! Snapping at another employee?! Do you have any idea how much trouble you're supposed to be in!! A lot! Tons! Lots of freaking trouble!!"

Ms. Withers was quietly typing away at her desk, the sound of all the yelling and general lecturing going on in the office ignored as she directed absolutely everyone else away from the office and anywhere else. Eli and Bryant thought they were so clever, but she knew better, she was already clearing his afternoon schedule and replanning the rest of the day for both men so they would still get things done, despite their usual little...rendevous. "You should be going to sensetivity training! Three fucking weeks of every single day in a little room with five other people learning that being angry is a 'bad thing'!" And so it went on, for a good five or ten minutes, before Eli was quite frankly out of breath, collapsing back in his chair, face red and arms crossed. "So what is it, huh? What's wrong?"

He asked, almost quietly, finished with his yelling. "Your group? Your place in the company? The other employees?" He looked off to the side, sipping at his cup of water. "Is it this?" He motioned between them. "This thing between us, is that what's got you so pissed off? You want out?" Maybe he was a little paranoid of it, but yeah, the thought had crossed his mind.

If the other really thought that it was them that bothered him so much, than he really was more stupid than he had first taken him for. His faced seemed to have become flushed, barely managing a startled yelp as one of his hands took to rubbing the spot of his head that had been previously smacked. No, that was not what had bothered him to the point of snapping at Elisa. "If you think it's you and me...you really are clueless" His tone seemed quite even, not in any way trying to be smart with his answer. "What pisses me off is the looks I get, the glares and having people constantly asking me if I'm okay...like I'm some sort of fucking china doll about to break! I'm guilty of finally telling someone to mind their own business for once in their damn lives!" His chest seemed to heave with each breath taken, trying to fill his lungs once again, rather winded from his little vent session. Though he knew for a fact that Elijah could just as easily tear him a new one if he really cared to, but lately he just didn't see the point in letting anyone treat him like a child, which is what everyone seemed to be doing.

"So you want people to leave you alone? That's why you've been snapping at people left and right? Why they keep going off to personel and telling them there that you're bitching them out when all they are is concerned co-workers?! Because it's oh so horrible to have someone in your own goddamn office actually worry about, oh, I don't know, your well being. Elisa's just the first one to get up the balls to actually come upstairs and tell me! Keep it up and they'll all eventually start making a little line outside my damn door and then I won't just be able to sweep it under a rug anymore!" It wasn't even yelling anymore it was more just armwaving and exasperated talking. He wasn't really mad, just...well, he didn't know. It was like he was trying to figure it out and not sound like the rest of them, like a coddling bastard that didn't actually care or cared too much or something. He didn't know.

"Fuck, I don't even know anymore, okay?" He stood up and walked around the desk and around the chair, moving in behind him and wrapping his arms around his shoulders. "Tell me what's wrong and I'll see what I can do, okay? I'll get you a new team or put you in a different section, hell, I'll make you freaking co-owner of the freaking company, I don't care, just...don't make me have to do something stupid." This kept building up, he snapped at enough of the wrong people, complaints got too many, Bryant'd be red flagged, not by Elijah, by the system, for firing. Eli didn't want that.

A part of him just wanted to lean into the others embrace and make no move to pull away, let himself melt into those arms of his and never get away. But there was another part of him that argued with it, saying that he was nothing more than some privaledged boy toy of Elijah's, and would get dumped flat on his ass when the other found someone else to chase after. This had been one of the few thoughts that he couldn't seem to chase away, no matter how much he had tried, it was always there nagging at the back of his mind. He knew that they would probably go back to trying to hate each other again, and when that day came, it would take all of Bryant's strength to keep from totally breaking down. It hadn't taken much time for him to realize that he was quickly falling in love with the other, dreading the time that they had to spend apart as if it were the worst thing in the entire world he had to endure. Without even having a chance to stop himself, his head had practically buried itself into Eli's neck, desperately seeking some kind of contact. "I-I promise...I'll try to hold my tongue..." A part of him knew that Elijah didn't particularly like yelling at him, so he had decided that he would be nice...if only for his sake.

"You want me to kill Elisa? I'm pretty sure Ms. Withers could if she tried...not really though." He added that second part on because somewhere in his mind, he was fairly certain if she'd heard and took them seriously...she would have. And made it look like an accident. He leaned down and nuzzled up against his shoulder. "Really though, do you want to be moved to another group? Get different people in your team? You want an office?" Anything to make it better, right? To make Bryant feel better. He suddenly did not like this chair, with it's stupid back part that kept him from really being able to hold onto Bryant. He didn't think of the other man as a 'boy toy' or anything of that sort. He might not have been quite able to define what they were, but he knew he wasn't just...using him. It might have started that way, but not anymore.

And he was completely certain that he wasn't just going to magically find someone else to suddenly chase after. He hadn't wanted anyone before Bryant and if things with him ever stopped, he doubted he'd ever want anyone else. Bryant was just...special, different from everyone else. He actually mattered. As he moved around the side of the chair, sitting down on the armrest and keeping his arms around him, he almost slipped and caught himself on the other side, arm across Bryant's belly, feeling the growing buldge he'd been starting to notice. "..." His hand stroked it. "Your stomach's been getting kinda...round..." He paused. "Not like 'fat' round but like 'round' round..." His voice lowered. "You have to go to the bathroom?" As though being constipated was a taboo subject.

His ears seemed to perk up when he noticed the other mentioning something about his newfound pouch, eyes practically narrowing in silent annoyance, but knew that it was best to just take a deep breath and keep his thoughts to himself. A slight roll of his eyes was given at the others question as to whether or not he had to go to the bathroom, a soft chuckle managing to escape his lips as well; something about the other having a hard time asking a question like that was strangely...cute in some odd way. "No..I don't have to go to the bathroom...and you've just become another person to ask me about my growing stomach." A quick glance was given down to said stomach before letting his gaze fall on Eli's eyes once again, something was definately wrong and he couldn't really deny it any longer...which was why he had set up a doctor's appointment for that afternoon; just to make sure things were going okay. "I have no idea why...I have a doctor's appointment scheduled later on today...hoping nothing's wrong" An uneasy smile crossed over his lips, trying his best not to be too concerned; it was probably nothing serious. A playful smack was given to the other's arm, grinning a little as his words were heard. "Nice save...wouldn't have been smart to call me fat"

"It's probably gas." He shrugged, trying to pretend like he wasn't worried at all, trying to make light of what was apparently rather the touchy subject as of late. "Should go let it out next to Elisa's desk, that'd be revenge enough." He smirked, reaching down and rubbing his little bump of a belly. "So you got a little bit of a tummy, so what? You're still a damned sexy bastard..." He leaned a little further and kissed at the side of his neck, licking and biting in hopes of getting Bryant's mind off it. He already knew he was going to follow Bryant to the doctor's later, whether he wanted him to or not, and if there was something wrong, they would get second and third and fourth opinions and then they would treat it and make it better. Because they had to make it better.

Bryant probably had no idea how badly Elijah's mind was freaking out right now, he certainly didn't show it, pretending like there was nothing wrong with him and saying it was something that could so easily be dismissed. But he really was scared. Everyone, absolutely everyone, he'd ever gotten close to, ever loved, had died. His parents, his brother, most of his friends in that same storm...everyone left him. He wasn't letting Bryant get taken away from him to. No matter what. So, for now, he simply clung to him, arms around him, hand still petting his belly, silently begging the bump not to be anything bad, snuggled against his neck and shoulder though he kept his usual straight face.

His eyes seemed to narrow on their own accord, teeth roughly biting down against his lower lip in an effort to quiet the moans that threatened to come from him, he had just managed to get his hardon to go away, and all that it took was a few minutes with Elijah to make it come back with full force. A soft groan was heard from him as he let one of his hands rest against the back of the other's head, not really sure whether to pull those lips away from his neck or push them even closer. "Nggh Eli stop...no time" He knew for a fact that the other had to be quite tired from all of the sex that had been going on between them lately, and to tell the truth Bryant still had a decent amount of work downstairs that required his attention. His breath leaving his mouth in mere pants, desperately trying to gain the self control to pull himself away; but it would seem that his body had other things in mind as it took to pressing itself even closer to Eli's, skin practically desperate for any kind of friction against it's already heated surface.

The hand so tenderly rubbing Bryant's stomach slipped a little lower as he smiled, fondling him through the tight pleated pants. "You say that, but you're already like this." He murmured against his neck, snuggling closer to him, clinging as though if he just held him close enough everything was guaranteed to be fine. It was true, he was tired out of his mind, he could barely keep his eyes open and earlier he'd caught himself thinking that he'd just hold it in because the bathroom was too far to walk. But that didn't mean he couldn't help out Bryant right? He was willing to do pretty much anything the other man wanted him to, fuck, suck, bottom, toy, ride, it wasn't like they hadn't done it in the past couple days anyway. And he enjoyed all of them as well, so it wasn't one sided either. "What do you want me to do about this, hm?"

Elijah smirked, getting as close as he could to him in the small chair, mouth praising his neck, nipping and kissing and licking until this one spot was bright red and sure to be visible just about any other time. "Heh, mine..." He murmured like a child staking claims to his most precious toy.

His hips seemed to buck up against the other in a desperate attempt at friction, his body deciding for him that he needed this now and that it wasn't going to take 'no' for an answer. An eyebrow was arched in silent surprise when he heard the silent declaration coming from Elijah, that had been one of the first times that he had heard him stake any kind of claim on him, and it actually made him feel surprisingly wanted. "Always...yours" His reply could barely be heard, his throat suddenly feeling rather tight in nature. A rather soft little smirk managed to cross over his facial features as he remember just what he had done earlier that morning, one of his hands loosely wrapping itself around Eli's before moving them both underneath his pants, allowing the others fingers to rest on what seemed to be something hard and cool protruding from his entrance, unbeknownst to the other, Bryant had managed to slip in the rather large white butt plug before coming into work, and seeing as he had been wearing it almost all day long, he was beyond needing a good hard fuck. "Mmm fuck me, please?" A playful smirk crossed his lips as he placed a few gentle kisses along Eli's jawline, pulling back once more as his words were heard once more. "Make me whole..."

Eli couldn't help it, he broke out laughing, not really loud or funny laughing, just a sort of amused laugh. "Hm, been playing without me, baby?" He murmured under his breath, tracing the plug with the tips of his fingers, taking the edges and making it wiggle this way and that. His hand slipped out from the other man's pants and, with practiced skill, had them down around his ankles in a matter of seconds. Standing from his place on the armrest, he moved around to kneel in front of him, smirking as he leaned forward and licked the head of his dick. "If I'm not careful these things'll replace me..." He smirked, hand fiddling with the plug, moving it around this way and that before starting to pull it out, very slowly working it until it was almost all the way out, amazed at the size of it and the fact that Bryant would have worn it on his own for no reason.

Then, just as it was about to slip the rest of the way out, he shoved it back in. "Feel as good as when I'm in there?" He questioned, his free hand moving to work the stiff cock in front of him into his own mouth.

His eyes seemed to cross a little as he felt the others hands play around with the plug, trying his best not to push back against it when he felt the plug being pulled out only to be roughly shoved right back in again. A part of him seemed to blush a little out of embarassment from the way that Eli had practically laughed when finding out just what he had in the whole day. A startled groan managed to pass through his lips as he felt the others lips playing against the already sensitive skin of his cock, shaking his head rather violently at the mention of being replaced. "No toy...could replace you" It seemed like an odd thing to say, but Elijah seemed to like having some kind of reassurance when it came to that type of thing. One of his hands took to lightly weaving itself into the others hair, lightly tugging at it as a way of asking him to move on, after all Elijah hadn't been the one with the plug up his ass all day, practically craving a fuck like no tomorrow.

The hands in his hair urged him on, kissing tenderly the cock he'd paid so much attention to in just the past few days, taking the toy and tossing it back to the other side of the room, no need for it anymore as he undid the fly of his own pants. It wasn't so much that he liked the reassurance as he needed it. Some part of his mind understood that there was something here, some emotion that kept them together, but he wouldn't admit that it was love, no, his mind wanted him to stay as far away from that as possible, so there was still that doubt there. That thought that if Bryant could find something or someone that could give him that same feeling that Elijah gave him, well, then he really wouldn't need Elijah anymore, would he? And he'd be tossed aside just like that toy.

So he'd work and keep going and keep trying to please and pleasure Bryant any way he could, because he knew he'd never find anything that would make him feel like Bryant made him feel. Nothing could ever feel this good. He wrapped his arms around his waist, lifted him up, and with a swift stand and turn, had him on top of his desk, the rest of whatever was there swept off to the floor, still careful with the man since he didn't want him hurt. Teasing him, pressing just the head of his erection at his stretched and lubed hole, Elijah smirked over at him. "Belly or not, I can still flip you over my desk, so it obviously doesn't matter." He chuckled.

"Looks like you're all ready for me, huh? Did you think about me? While you were walking around, feeling that toy shoved inside you, rubbing you all those familiar ways. Did you want me?" He slowly started to push forward, just barely enough pressure to press in the head.

His teeth had taken to practically tearing into his bottom lip in an effort to keep his cries relatively quiet, his secretary was still in the next room after all. A slight chuckle was heard from him when he heard the other mention the fact that he could still flip him over the desk in his office, though he had to admit that the fact that Eli was so strong was just a part of the turn on. Fingers took to roughly clawing at the wooden surface of the others desk, desperately trying to impale himself on the others cock only to be held in place, much to his dismay. "Eli...fuck me...please. I need it so bad!" His voice seemed to grow higher in pitch, a rather pitiful little whimper passing through his lips as he finally felt the head being pushed in, but it was more of a tease than anything else, making him want to be taken hard and fast even more than before. The fact that the curtains had been open, allowing anyone across the street to see just what they were doing was the last thing going through his mind, the only thing that was important was Elijah and getting himself off before he literally exploded; and not in the good way.

Elijah smiled, his own necessity affirmed solidly as he plunged himself completely inside the other, knowing that there was a difference between himself and the plug, but Bryant didn't seem to quite care at the moment, so long as he was inside him and soon. He knew the curtains were still open, he could see out the window from where the stood, but right now, that wasn't at all important. That they were on the top floor of a thirty something story building meant that only the people on the very top floor of the other buildings around them could have seen them anyways and it wasn't like a tour group was going to regularly pass through anyways...right? That would have been an interesting vacation photo to take home. 'And this one's a gay couple having rampid sex in an office building across from the one we were touring...' Anyway.

He loved the noises Bryant was making, all those little moaning, begging, whining whimpers the other seemed to try to seduce him with, desperately urging him on begging for what he needed. It was delicious. Just as soon as he'd been so sweetly buried, he pulled almost all the way out before shoving right back in. Quick, long thrusts followed moments later, hands against his desk keeping him steady as he pounded into the other man, mouth moving to attack his neck and shoulders and chest, tasting every inch of him that he could reach.

In his mind, he was quite sure that he looked all the part of a wanton slut, sprawled out across Eli's desk, fingers practically cramming themselves into his own mouth in an effort to quiet the rather loud whines and drawn out moans of undisputed pleasure. Eyes barely able to keep themselves open, though somehow managed to stay open just enough so that their gazes could remain locked on one another through it all. The only sound that managed to get through other than the sound of harsh pants, smacking skin, and rather adventurous lips was what appeared to be that damned telephone. Bryant was practically begging whatever god that there was that Eli would just ignore it, knuckles turning a bright shade of white mixed with red as his mind desperately tried to block out the ever annoying sound...he was really going to disconnect that phone after this was all said and done. Legs taking to practically tangling themselves around the others waist as a way of trying to get him to keep focused on the task at hand, if he was left hanging like this than he would just finish himself off and go back downstairs...might teach Elijah something to be left hard and wanting every once in a while, especially if it was to prove a point.

Eli was very much into what he was doing, enjoying every second of it, he was, really. But he was, before all else, even before the smaller head that usually ran his decisions when it came to anything concerning Bryant, a businessman. And after he'd nearly shut down an entire branch because he had let himself get carried away with delicious, delicious sex, and subsequently had to actually leave for a week and a half, longer than he ever wanted to have to leave again, he figured it was just best to take the damned call. It wasn't as though he could just let Ms. Withers answer it anyways, he wasn't in a meeting and it would have just been far too obvious. "Fucking bastard ass son of- Hello?" He had fished the phone out of his pocket and flipped it open, all the while his smooth movement never left. He couldn't help it, it just felt so much better than chattering away on the phone.

"Mr. Anderson, yes, from the meeting in Wisconsin, yes, I remember." He cursed softly as he actually had to slow down just a little for his mind to be able to process what was being said to him. "No, sir, not at all. I understand. Yes, sir, the home office should be able to take care of that problem immediately. Have you-" And there went Elijah's entire mind towards sex and the man writhing underneath him. They were having problems in the development out towards Canada. He had wanted to open another branch closer to that border to draw the company of their neighboring country and hopefully go global, but there was dispute about something and it was demanding his full attention, drawing him away from burying himself deep inside Bryant, leaving both of them hanging, his own knuckles cracking with just how tightly fisted his hands were. But he needed to take this call.

It was official, after all of this was said and done, Bryant was going to kill Elijah for leaving him hanging like this. There was quite a big difference between slowing down while on the telephone, but stopping completely was something that he was not about to stand for...he'd show him that ignoring him was never the best thing. His movements were quick and quiet as he maneuvered himself back into a pair of rather unforgiving pants, wincing a little at the pain that came with bending a rather hard erection in really tight pants. A quick glance given to make sure that Elijah was completely into his little phone call before opening the door to the office and closing it without so much as a squeak. A soft nod was given to Ms. Withers, managing to get out a nice sounding 'Good bye' before he made his way to the stairs, knowing all too well that Eli would more than likely try to talk to him after he was done with his little meeting...so what better time would there be to take a couple of days off from his accumulated personal time?

Ms. Withers had smiled at him almost sweetly, the smiles that she reserved for the people in the world who were worthy, which now consisted of a list of two, and started making plans for the following yelling bout that Elijah would promptly have the moment he got off the phone. Elijah'd watched Bryant pull himself away, get up, climb off the desk, and walk out, a look of complete and utter horror on his face as he left. Oh dear Bob, why?! His only source of inspiration gone, his erection still twitching against his belly, leaving a spot on his shirt and coat, he moved to sit down in his chair, glaring daggers at the door.

It was a good fifteen to twenty minutes before Elijah was finally allowed off the phone, all forms of joy gone from his loins as he yelled curse after curse after curse at the walls and doors and windows of his office, trying to fix himself up again before he walked out, prompting Ms. Withers to find Bryant immediately. She simply shook her head and handed him the little piece of paper that said he'd cashed in on his personal days and wouldn't be back for quite awhile. His eyes went wide and his jaw dropped as he stared at it. In a matter of seconds, he realized that each and every time they'd been together, it'd been either at the hotel, at the office, or at his own home, never at Bryant's, which meant that he had no idea where it was. Nor did he know where he liked to go, what he liked to do (beyond sex), or what kind of schedule he kept.

It was like someone had punched him in the gut. Sure, he could find out his address from the personnel files, but that would have probably been bad for their already odd relationship, just randomly showing up out of the blue to demand the continuation of their rendevous. "Ms. Withers. I'm going back to my office. To bang my head on my desk. Please clear about half an hour. And send in some asprin in awhile." With that said, he turned and went back into his office, the closing of the door preceeded after a few minutes by the muffled 'thud-thud-thud' of Eli's head. This...was not good. Eli did still follow the other man that afternoon, if only by digging into his private personnel file and finding the insurance claim he'd filed for the doctor's visit, waiting across the street outside in the back seat of Ms. Withers' car to be inconspicuous.

Yeah, it was pretty stalker-ish, but he wanted to at least know that the other man was alright, going in after he'd left and gaining his file through a few bribes, making sure there was nothing wrong before he gave it back and headed home. Alright. Eventually, Bryant would run out of personal days and have to come back to work, right? If he could go without sex before Bryant, he could go without it well after him. ...Right?

Six days, it had been six days filled with watching mind-numbing soap operas and daytime talk shows, almost anything that kept his mind from wandering onto work or anything of the sort. A light roll of his eyes was given as he stretched his arms out over his head, running his fingers through rather unruly blonde locks that had been caused from falling asleep on the couch...yet again. A quick glance was given down at his watch, realizing that he absolutely had to go to work in about an hour, and a shower and change of clothes was desperately in order.

After twenty minutes of thoroughly washing his hair along with the rest of his body he was finally ready to go, the actual clothing part of his routine taking a little more than ten minutes, looking fully presentable and ready to walk out the door a little early. He would have to go and face Eli again sooner or later, that was one of the inevitable things in his life.

A harsh sigh was passed through his lips as he adjusted the tie around his neck a little more before walking through the revolving doors, allowing a half-hearted smile to be given to the people that walked over just to welcome him back from his time off. "Bryant...we waited until you got back to discuss the new building plans...so we'll meet up in about an hour in the conference room" Bryant merely nodded, getting back into the work rhythm easier than he had ever thought possible, than again anything was better than being confined to one's couch all day long for days on end. A rather hesitant little smile was given as he noticed none other than Ms. Withers walking past him with a nice number of papers piled into her arms, carefully seating himself back into the little cubicle that he had become familiar with over the years...well it was back to doing what he did best.

Ms. Withers struggled to keep the papers in her arms in balance, about seventeen differnt contracts, a few of their clauses and some of the fine print that had to be enlarged and catagorized, all together somewhere around four thousand pages, stacked so she could carry them. And this was just load four of nine. She sighed, taking a short rest by leaning against the wall when she suddenly realized just who she'd passed. Holy poop scoop, it was like a dream come true! She shoved the papers into someone else's arms, told them to take them to the top floor, and shoved them off, rushing back to Bryant's office and standing in the doorway. Mentally, she did the happy dance when she finally saw the man back in his desk, nearly tempted enough to hug him. She walked in, grabbed him under the arm, and fairly well dragged him over to Eli's elevator, whether he wanted to go or not. There was no resisting Ms. Withers.

Key and thumb scan later, the elevator was rushing up towards the top floor, Ms. Wither's foot tapping on the floor as she tried to urge it along out of shere will. The soft ding was enough and she was at the opening doors, dragging the other out as soon as they were open enough. On her usually immaculate desk were piles upon piles of papers, still waiting to be sorted through, so many that they'd migrated down to the floor when there just wasn't anymore space, two extra filing cabinets in new places around her desk. She held up one hand as she stopped him next to her desk, looking around before opening the locked cabinet that ran along the front of her desk so no one could see it but her, and suddenly Elijah's office came into full view from four different angles, along with one of the entrances of the elevator at this floor and the first, as well as the inside.

Again, her hand was held up, but this time, brought back down as she pointed to one of the monitors. On it one might see what looked like simple moutains of papers, piled so high and so numerous that they couldn't even make out the top of the head behind them unless they looked very closely. Her hand slid over to the next screen, a side view, in which you could actually see the person, Elijah, sitting behind the desk, one hand on his keyboard, typing away at inhuman speeds, fixing and mending and rewritting and renewing contract after contract, his other hand setting fingers to a calculator that looked just about ready to give up on life as he added and subtracted and multiplied and totalled up the value of life itself it would seem from the way he was working, hair a mess, bags under his eyes, and suit in shambles. He looked like he hadn't slept in days, and in all truth, he probably hadn't.

He'd lost track somewhere along the way. Now, it wasn't very often that Ms. Withers actually spoke, and very seldom to anyone but those absolutely necessary and Elijah, but, for now, she was willing to make an acception. "Since the day after you left. Non-stop." She sighed and rubbed at the side of her head. "He wasn't even this bad when he first started this place. So please, just...I don't know." She motioned towards the door to his office.

He had barely managed to soft squeak before he was dragged toward the elevator like some kind of dog on a leash, and the leash just happened to be a tie that was getting a little too tight around his throat. A part of him tried to back away from the insanely happy Ms Withers, trying to reason that he still wasn't on speaking terms with Elijah. The piles upon piles of papers practically flooding the normally spick and span office was enough to tell Bryant that something was definately wrong here, and from the looks of things on the monitors; his suspicions were completely correct. A soft nod was given to her words, knowing all too well just what it was that Elijah needed, and that was to be coddled by Bryant himself and a good amount of sleep. "Alright, just please take whatever calls come through...I think I can fix this" Of course, he wasn't entirely sure, but he was certain that Ms Withers wouldn't mind answering phone calls if it meant getting Elijah as well as her work schedule back to normal once again.

One of his hands hesitantly pushed a few unruly blonde locks out of his gaze as he pushed open the door to Elijah's office, barely managing to get out of the way before a large stack of papers fell down off of one of the larger piles. His eyes seemed to narrow a little as he noticed just how bad of shape Elijah was in, running himself practically to death. His foot was used to shut the door behind him before he carefully made his way over, looking down at the calculator that looked just about ready to give up before taking it away and setting it off to the side. Hands running over both sides of the others face as he all but forced his own eyes to become level with that of Elijah's, the touch from his hands meant to be soothing as he finally spoke. "Elijah...slow down...just calm down, please" It broke his heart to see him this way, practically run ragged all because he had left him a few days before, that had to mean something. "No more work...you need to rest" Bryant looked a lot like a mother trying to tell her child that it was time for bed, struggling a little to shut off the monitor of the computer while at the same time pulling the others head to rest fully against his chest...he had never known that things would get this bad.

It hadn't started off this bad. The day Bryant had left, he'd gone home, slept pretty much from five in the afternoon until five the next morning, and then, well, he'd done what he always did, showing up to work and starting in. Only, now, he just seemed to have...all this time. Time he'd filled up before with taking Bryant to lunch or taking Bryant home or thinking about Bryant, and suddenly, well, he couldn't quite do that without feeling like a horrible, horrible bastard. So he'd started to fill that time with work. Extra work. When his usual work was done, he found more, and then more, and then more, and suddenly, just two days after Bryant had left, there'd stopped being time, and suddenly instead of extra, there wasn't enough, and he'd started spending the night in his office, working, rather than going home to a completely empty house.

So he'd started with just one night overnight, then it'd turned into two, then he'd slept a few hours on the sofa in his office, then that'd been taken over by papers, and suddenly, he needed more papers and more and more until he couldn't even see the floor anymore, but they all had to be done and fixed and he wasn't thinking about Bryant anymore or how much he missed him or wanted him or needed him or anything like that because he pretty much wasn't thinking anymore. He was just...doing, like a machine. Sign and rewrite and note and text and site, and it was easy because he didn't have to think. And he had all this energy. It wasn't even good energy like when you felt awake and revived, no, it was this odd, bouncy, nervous energy that left his leg tapping while he worked, driving his mad with annoyance at his own habits, running his hands through his hair and cracking his knuckles.

And he kept telling Ms. Withers, who he hadn't really seen in probably about four days, usually seeing her on almost an hourly basis while he worked, to bring him in more and more and more and to send out everything that was finished, but it was just as quickly replaced by five more projects. Sure, maybe it was a little good for the company, but at this rate, he was about to burn himself out. Until he felt his hand slip against he hard wood of his desk, calculator gone, eyes going over, brows furrowed in surprise. "What the-" Then there hands, soft, familiar hands, craddling him, making him look away from all these numbers and letter and words that didn't even make sense anymore. And they felt good.

"When did you...I've been resting, I take naps and..." He tried to put up a fight, but as his head came to rest against the other's chest he sort of just...gave up. His arms wrapped around him and he let his eyes close for just a second. "I'm sorry, really, I am..." He murmured against his chest. "I didn't mean to make you mad again."

He couldn't help it, a part of his heart seemed to have become torn when he saw just what the other had done to himself, and all because he had to prove some point about stopping in the middle of sex, he may have been upset about it; but not enough to let Eli run himself ragged as a way of coping. His arms only seemed to pull the other tighter against him as he heard his words, knowing all too well that any anger that he may have felt toward Elijah had boiled over as soon as he had walked in the room. "It's not your fault...I overreacted" Sapphire orbs seemed to lighten considerably as he carefully maneuvered himself to sit comfortably on his lap, loosely wrapping his arms around his waist. "Eli...you need to take a break...you're running yourself ragged" Fingers took to lightly running through the few locks of hair that had fallen over his face, smiling lightly as he spoke once again. "I care too much about you...to see you this way" It was official, Bryant had officially become one hundred percent whipped, and the weird part is; he was happy for one of the first times in his entire life, sincerely happy.

"No, it was my fault, I should be able to put you before business, I have to have some sort of priorities and now I just have to realize that business can't be the very first one." He nodded his head. All his life since that day, it'd always been about business, power, money, and just about anything he could work himself into in order to gain more of it all. So, of course, when he'd finally established all of this, it had gone highest on his marquie of things to take care of, and had stayed there, indefinately. Until Bryant. When suddenly work and money and power weren't as important as the other man, as making him feel good, and feeling good too. He couldn't help just holding himself up against the other, hands locking behind his back to keep him from falling, resting his head on his chest, leaning into the hand that so lovingly pet his hair.

"I can take a break later, when I have time again...I need to finish, I've still got the Stottlemyer account, the Ramon's account, and the Veiland account to look over and then there's...all this other...stuff..." He couldn't help the way his eyes dragged, suddenly wrapped in his odd comfort he hadn't felt in what felt like decades and his body wanted so very badly to know rest again, without the annoyance of couch leather squeaking. "I just..." His words sort of just drifted off as he got closer and closer to sleep.

A rather soft smile seemed to be able to overtake his facial features, knowing just how much Eli was fighting sleep, and knowing that he was dead ass tired; just too stubborn to actually admit it aloud. The hand that had taken to running itself through his hair had grown softer with it's touch, lips lightly running over his temple in a relaxing manner before pulling back once more, he was determined to get Elijah to take a decent nap, and Bryant was anything but persistent when he wanted something to happen. "No, no more accounts...sleep...come on baby, you need to rest" A few seconds of adjusting himself on the others lap accompanied by a little craning of his neck to rest his head against the others shoulder in a somewhat comfortable manner. "Your work will be here when you get up...just like I will" There had never before been a time in his life where he had been quite so heartfelt with his words, always taking to hiding behind a cold shell, that way he could never be hurt, and in a matter of weeks Elijah had managed to shatter that shell protecting him from the outside world for over a decade.

Of course, sleeping on the chair wouldn't be the most comfortable spot to begin with, but since his lover needed sleep like mad, he was willing to put up with a little bit of pain to get him to rest. When he woke up, hopefully he would be back to his old self, and stop working himself to the brink of exhaustion.
Elijah was very much the light sleeper and most were there even the slightest movement in his room, he would have been up and looking around for whatever it was, but, this time, in his sleep, he could feel the weight of a familiar body over his, feel it moving in heartbeat and in breath, could almost taste the other man's breath in the air, but it didn't bother him, if nothing else, it was a comfort. Knowing he was there, not leaving, would be there, make it so much easier to sleep. Before Bryant or he fell asleep though, Eli made one more reach for the computer, this time, with a pencil in hand, to turn it off. The light was bothering him. That done, he gathered the other man against himself and let his eyes close.

For the first time since Bryant had left, he didn't have the nightmare again. He wasn't willing to say so, not for all the money or the power in the world, but there was reason for his not sleeping while he'd been gone. The first night he had left, it had started again. That same nightmare of that same night, and suddenly, he was left to the life he'd led before. To an empty home, waking up in a cold sweat, gasping for air as though he'd been the one in the water, no comfort, no reassurance. Just himself. And so sleep and home and all other comforts had become burdens and he'd shrugged them off for the stead of work. Now, now it simply felt good to be able to just...relax. And let it go.

He tried to make sure they were both as comfortable as possible in the large, plush chair, but he was sure that by the time they woke up, his butt and legs would be asleep, his neck would creak, and his arms would be sore. But he didn't care. Not even a little.

A part of him knew that he wouldn't be able to stay like this for very long, and that as soon as Elijah had fallen asleep he'd pull himself onto the floor, which would have probably been just a little more comfortable. That idea was quickly shot to hell when he felt his eyelids begin to droop, desperately trying to fight sleep but losing rather horribly in the end. The last thing that he could remember clearly was his body finally giving in and resting itself fully against the others frame, and the next thing that happend was he had instantly fallen asleep. Arms and other limbs practically clinging to Eli as if his life somehow depended on it, that and he didn't want to fall onto the floor and hurt himself. Unbeknownst to the two, the rest of the office had quickly begun to wind down, everyone leaving the building one by one to get home and sleep in their own beds, leaving Elijah and Bryant very much alone in his office...the only two people still left in the building after all of the lights had been turned off and the doors shut and locked.

Elijah was making up for the lost sleep of five nights and six days, so when he fell asleep, he was really, very much asleep. And while generally Ms. Withers was kind enough to make sure that she left only after he did, for the past few days, she had been locking him in the building alone. Now, having closed the case of the monitors on her desk, she'd peeked in just once to be certain that they were comfortable, and chose to leave them as they were, so sweetly wrapped together in Eli's chair, the man finally resting. She may have been a cold, almost heartless woman, but she was at least that kind. So, she'd used her own code and locked the top floor of the building, the commons elevator, and Elijah's elevator, waiting for security to completely lock down the rest of the floors before she left.

Elijah had been staying here all this time, she figured one more night, this one actually spent comfortably, wouldn't be minded. Eli woke to the feel of a gentle, even breathing against his neck and the sound of the shallow beat of both their hearts, limbs wrapped securely around him and his own arms holding Bryant close. Snuggling a little deeper into place, his body protested immidiately, his neck aching from the angle, his legs groaning from being asleep for so long, completely useless for at least a few minutes and tingling, and his rear reminding him that even a bottom can fall asleep and feel oddly tingly. A soft yawn and he blinked awake, not moving much until he noticed that the room was very, very dark. Hm. Ms. Withers didn't usually turn the lights off until after he'd left, and when he was staying here, they usually just stayed dimmed.

Even then, he usually got enough light between the cracks in the curtains behind him. Deciding to shed a little light on the situation, he slowly spun around in the chair, careful not to disturb Bryant, and, with one, dead weight foot, pushed back one side of the large, plush curtains. To reveal the city lights. And the moon. And nighttime. All of which occured in that order of thought. His eyes went wide and he looked down at his watch. "HOLY CRAP, IT'S NINE THIRTY!"

There had never been a time when he had gotten a better nap than he had that day, cuddled as close as he could possibly get to the one person that truly mattered to him. It wasn't until he felt himself being moved that a part of his mind instantly tried to wake him up fully, but was quickly told to take a hike by his still overly tired frame, begging for just a little more sleep before he had to wake up. Though he had awoken with a start when the others raised voice managed to reach his ears, flailing around in his dazed state which made him fall back onto the floor in a matter of seconds, a slight pout clearly etched onto his facial features as he took note to the stinging sensation that had come over his backside after having been dropped so suddenly. "Owww" A slight hiss passed through his teeth as he struggled to pull himself back into a standing position, his legs automatically detesting the sudden change in stance and sent him almost falling right back onto the floor again. "Eli...that hurt...warn me next time before you yell like that" The fact that it was now past nine thirty at night didn't seem to faze him in the least, after all he was here with Elijah...there wasn't really anywhere else that he'd rather be.

"OhmygodBryantareyouo-" It had been a natural reaction, the moment he'd realized his error and watched Bryant fall down, he'd been concerned and the words had fallen out of his mouth in almost just a noise, quickly standing to try and offer him some help up or consolation...before he remembered his legs were asleep. And went tumbling forward in rather the comic desplay for a usually very serious man. "Ow." A chuckle from where he lay now on the floor next to the other, he pulled himself over and hugged him around the waist. "Sorry, I just thought it was...I don't know, not that late." He lovingly pet the other's rear in apology. "Are you okay?" He looked up and over at him, carefully sitting up next to him before he leaned in to kiss him softly. All this moving about reminded him just how very asleep his limbs and butt were.

"Ssllllttt...ow." He hissed and shrugged his shoulders as he pulled back from the kiss. "So..." He moved over and sat against the window. "How've you been?"

Bryant's eyes seemed to have a little bit of trouble adjusting to what little light there was in the room. A rather soft pout managing to make itself known against his facial features as he felt Elijah pulling himself out of the way, a part of him a little hurt that he had moved, and in the wrong direction at that...but than again he was used to having the other be a little cold toward him at times. Without even realizing it, his face had gone from hurt to somewhat stern and stoic, arms crossing themselves lightly over his chest in a somewhat defensive manner. "I'm fine..." From his tone, anyone that knew him better could clearly tell that he was a little upset from the current space that there was between them, especially after almost a week of being apart. That was just one thing that he couldn't help, being hurt when Elijah took to distancing himself a little further, it certainly didn't make things any easier for Bryant; considering the fact that he all but loved a man who was still reserved around him. A quick shake of his legs was given to relieve some of the tingling sensation that had started running over them, managing to make his way over to one of the farther corners of the room before curling himself up on the couch, if Elijah felt like being cold to him; than he could return the favor for once.

Elijah watched the other move further and further away. From where the other was, more than likely, all you could see was the top of his head over the stacks of paper and for a few moments, it looked like he was simply flailing about on the floor, but really, he was making attempts at getting up. Right now, his legs were at that point where he could feel them, and they hurt like crazy, he just couldn't use them. Finally, it seemed like he gave up, sitting still a few more moments before he finally got an idea and literally dragged himself over to his chair, pulling himself into it, thanking all the heavens that he at least had good upper body strength or he'd be screwed for at least another...five minutes. Grabbing the edge of his desk, his rolled himself around the side and then the front, taking a few moments of twisting this way and then that and then back again, all the while, his back to Bryant.

Finally, apparently deciding he was at a good angle, he looked over his shoulder at him. And shoved off the desk with all his strength. The chair, with him in it, of course, went flying back and slammed both of them into the wall a few feet from the couch. Blood pumping fast enough to finally get his legs awake (and nearly have a heart attack at the flight across the room), he stood, wincing only once before he walked over, and smooshed himself onto the couch with Bryant, whether he was welcome or not. "Good. I'm glad you're fine. Now, I am too." He smiled and kissed him lightly on the forehead.

In the back of his mind, he was already debating on whether or not he should even try to go home, being that it was rather dark and Bryant had issues with being outside alone after the sun went down. A startled gasp managed to be pulled from his vocals as he felt the other practically grab onto him all of a sudden, causing him to jump a little in the process. He had never seen this before, but he had to admit that seeing Eli acting all goofy and somewhat loving at the same time was a nice little change, perhaps he had been leaving more of a mark on him than he had thought. A soft kiss was given to the others cheek in return before turning his attention back onto the rather dark office, fingers taking to running through his hair as a way of thinking. "So...just what are we going to do now?" The lower half of him was practically begging his mind to let it tackle the other onto the floor and have it's merry way with him, nearly driven insane for being without sex for so long. A soft glare was given in the direction of the phone, getting a rather devious smirk on his features before tossing one of his shoes at the device, managing to get it off the hook with a rather lucky shot....he would have no interruptions now of all times.

After making sure that there was nothing that could interrupt their time together, a rather animalistic growl was torn from his lips, practically pouncing onto the others lap with a look of pure need. "Finally....truly alone" In his eyes, there was nothing better.

His own lower half had started making suggestions somewhere around the time he'd fallen asleep, sending him all sorts of lovely dreams while the other slept in his lap, only happy that he hadn't woken up with something poking at the other man. He was desperate for him, physically, mentally, emotionally, yes, but he didn't want to seem like all he wanted was his body, so he'd sort of held off. Until he was propositioned. And then, well, there was no holding him off anymore. Grabbing the other by the hips, he ignored the protest of his still half asleep legs and fully asleep ass, and dry humped him through their clothes, a smirk on his lips. "If I didn't know better, I'd think you didn't like that phone." He grinned and shook his head, working on the other man's pants already, trying to get through belt and button and zipper all at once.

His fingers stumbled here and there, but finally he had them undone and the other man's unders tugged down under his balls, stroking him slowly, gently. To say the least, he'd missed this part of him too. All of him, of course, every single part and piece of him, but his body had missed this part probably the most. Which would explain the clothed prodding of Bryant's bum as his body chose to say hello as well.

A part of him seemed to be a little surprised by the others sudden forwardness, trying his best to not move around too much, making it easier for the others hands to work on his pants. His hips jumping a little on their own accord, a rather needy moan managing to make itself heard, he had almost forgotten just how good his hand felt. "I hate that phone...it's nothing but trouble" He wasn't exactly lying, the past two times that the contraption had made noise it had taken Elijah away from him in shape or form, and he wasn't about to have that happen right now...no this was their time together. "Only good thing about it...was watching that face you get when you're fucking me while talking on that phone...knowing just how easy it would be for them to know just what was going on." A soft nip was given to the shell of his ear before his own hands had taken to working on the other zipper in the process, fingers lightly tracing over the swelled erection that he found. "Well...seems like someone is happy to see me.." A rather devious little thought seemed to have crossed his mind, in all their little couplings...Bryant had never actually sucked Elijah off, well that was about to change.

His eyes had grown rather feral as he allowed a quick glance to be given up at Elijah's face, making sure that he was able to keep eye contact with him while his mouth completely encircled the tip, slowly engulfing his erection inch by inch in a teasingly slow manner.

It'd been six days, he had been cut off halfway through, and he'd rather gotten used to going at least a couple times a day, that was his excuse for being quite so desperate. Usually, he probably would have at least made some form of an attempt at being...well...alright, he would have been all over the other man like ice on a cup of lemonaid, but, he would have been a little less desperate. Maybe. He grinned, finally managed to get Bryant out into the open, and in his hands no less, when the other pulled away and started to slither and slide down his body. He let out a literal whimper as he was left, only to watch as Bryant made himself comfortable between his legs, sinking down lower and lower until he could feel his breath on the twitching shaft between his legs, eyes going wide.

"Heh, we both are. I think it missed you almost as much as I did." He reached down and pushed the other's hair back, out of his face, suddenly tightening in his hair as the male's head slowly dragged down in such a torturous manner. "Holy shit..." He'd never been fellated before. Sure, he'd done it for Bryant, it was as though he could have not done it with how many times the other man seemed to need to be satisfied on a daily basis, and he was pretty damn good at it if he did say so himself, but he'd never imagined it felt this good. So very, very good. His other hand went down and grabbed Bryant by the shoulder, in need of some sort of anchor, it's pair still tangled in his hair, showing no signs of letting up. He moaned, already breathing heavily, eyes half hooded and dark with lust and need, drawn like a magnet to Bryant's, locked and begging for more.

The fact that the others hand seemed to be permanently attached to the back of his head only made him more confident, and a little more daring in the process. His head taking to bobbing itself up and down a few times, his speed increasing a little each time he pulled back up. It only seemed to make him all the more happy to learn that the other had missed him just as much as Bryant had missed Eli, only making him work even harder at his current task, not once letting his eyes wander from the others. Without even realizing it, one of his hands that had previously been used to hold himself up had taken to the task of lightly grasping the base of his erection, giving a few slow tugs in an effort to relieve some of the built up tension before focusing fully on giving Elijah the best head that he possibly could. There was really no need for either of them to hold back this time, there was no one there to walk in on them if they made too much noise, which was all too perfect for Bryant...because he couldnt guarantee anything much less being quiet during sex.

And Elijah didn't expect him to, even the times they'd done it here in the office, Bryant hadn't been the most quiet person nonetheless silent, which made him happy his office had been soundproofed, just for those meetings were little details like the downsizing of the entire eastern coast branch didn't need to be heard by anyone. Now, even with the door half open as Ms. Withers had left it when she'd gone to check on the two, no one would have heard them. It was the office, where no one can hear you scream! Anywho, not at all thinking about cheesy movie lines or noise, Elijah was in absolute rapture, moaning and fighting his hips that wanted very badly to thrust upwards into that warm, wet, inviting mouth that so lovingly wrapped around his aching member.

Little twitches here and there still slipped through, but he knew it was the first time Bryant had done something like this for him and he didn't want to go off and ruin it, keeping his hand tightly spun in his hair but letting him move freely, the hand on his shoulder loosening a little to rub rather than grip. "Bryant..." He wasn't beyond begging, nowhere near it, not right now. And right now, he wanted him, badly. Desperately. Immediately.

A part of him seemed to have become lost in the act, tongue lightly tracing itself over the very tip as he pulled all of the way back after hearing his name, eyes finally opening fully only to have a pair staring back at him practically clouded with uncontrollable need and lust. No real words were spoken between the two as he let one of his hands wander down to his entrance, roughly impaling himself on four of his own fingers with a strangled whimper, the slight pain of being entered so quickly drowned out almost instantly by the uncontrolable pleasure that followed. Slight tears welling within his orbs as he began to ride his fingers with total abandon, forgetting for a few seconds that he wasn't actually alone, only to come back to reality with Elijah practically eating him alive with his gaze; there was definately no more time for waiting, it just had to happen now or they would both probably die from anticipation.

Elijah was just about ready to knock him off the couch if he wasn't going to let him in on his little game, quick to move the moment he caught his eyes again, grabbing the other beneath his kneeling legs and yanking until he fell onto his back on the plush sofa, pinning his legs up over his shoulders and using one hand to uncerimoniously yank the other man's fingers out of his abused hole. He was right, there was no more time for waiting, and Eli thrust home, waiting a few seconds that felt like eternity before going at it like a madman. Denied all this time that he could have been doing this, he was in desperate need, but of course, he couldn't interrupt Bryant's life just because he was horny. It wasn't as though they were actually committed to anything, nor had either of them said those words that Eli so very deeply dreaded.

Now, the pent up tension of almost a week was working itself out by reaming Bryant's rear with absolutely no mercy whatsoever for the man beneath him, though, from the looks of things, he wasn't asking for any. He'd missed that, that need and want and longing the other man held for him, and the one that he returned without admitting it.

He had barely gotten the chance to make a single whimper of need after having his own fingers removed, only to quickly be filled to the brim by something that was much more satisfying for both of them. The sound of his uncontrolable moans and screams for more seemed to echo throughout the empty room, back arching itself in a desperate attempt to gain more friction, his hands practically tearing at the others shirt so that he could reach the skin held beneath it, effectively silencing his pleasured cries by nipping and sucking at the now bare skin of Elijah's chest. His eyes locking themselves with the others, fingernails digging into the skin of his back as a sign of need, begging for even more contact even though their movements bordered on animalistic already. "Nggh" Bryant was already dangerously close, but he was determined to hold out until after Elijah...desperately wanting to actually see the look on his face when he lost complete contol.

Elijah was used to power, to control. He controlled just about everything, from the time that days began to the time that they ended, when it was time to eat and drink and sleep; and not just for himself, but for everyone under him as well, the thousands of people that it took to make his company work, everything depended on his whims and were he to decide tomorrow that the company would become noccturnal, he could have completely switched around the lives of just about everyone. He was simply used to controlling every aspect of his own life as well as others. Until right now. While doing this, he found himself completely out of control, surrendering everything to Bryant and at the same time, taking complete control of the other man. He knew if he stopped, they both would have stopped; if he had told Bryant to cum, he would have; if he would have told him not to come, he would have tried to hold off.

Like this, they controlled each other and gave up control of themselves. Like this, it was good for both of them. Eli was fighting a losing battle, trying to keep going, to stay like this with Bryant for as long as he could, not wanting it to end, but his body was already sending him over the edge. He wouldn't deny this need to stay for just a little longer, to thrust a few more times, those raking nails and biting teeth enough to finally drive him mad, thick, hot cum filling the man beneath him, a weeks worth of loneliness suddenly spent in agonizingly deep thrusts.

His heart seemed to be beating like mad against his ribcage, threatening to split out at any moment if the beating got any more intense. The thing that he saw the moment Eli had lost complete control had to be one of the most passionate as well as erotic displays that he had ever seen before in his life, causing a torn cry of the others name to spill free from his lips before he was pushed over the edge shortly after, strands of white cum coating his own stomach as well as hitting him against the bottom of his jaw. Fingernails drawing blood from the others back as their grip only tightened, pleasured sobs the only other sound that could be heard as he fell down from his blissful high, tears staining his cheeks before falling onto the couch beneath them. It was almost as if his entire soul was complete, Eli fitting into the missing piece that had kept him unfinished for so long, and now that he had found him there was no way that he was going to let him go without one hell of a fight.

Eli slowly dragged himself down from the high of an absolutely mind-blowing orgasm, hips still twitching and thrusting a little here and there, breath coming in heavy pants, almost shaking from the feeling of such complete and total exstacy. Slowly, he leaned a little more, and a little more, and just a little more until he lay down next to the other man, having to shift them both around a bit, but keeping him close as possible and as comfortable as possible. As an afterthought, he reached down on the floor and picked up his shirt, using it to clean the both of them up a bit as he tried to catch his breath. A soft noise of appreciation and a light kiss on the lips before he'd thouroughly tangled himself around the other.

Yes, right now would have been a good time for another nap. Then, maybe some more sex. Then more sleep. Then trying to explain to Ms. Withers in the morning why he'd never left...and he needed both his and Bryant's clothes dry cleaned. As well as the couch. And probably his chair. And the desk. Maybe the carpet...then more sex. Ah, how he had missed the man in his arms! At all this thought, he snuggled him closer and clung to him.