Mind Your Own Business

He didn’t know why he’d kissed him like that. It just kinda… happened. Like it was natural and right and exactly what he was supposed to do. But it wasn’t. It really, really wasn’t. And he couldn’t take it back even if he’d wanted. Which, surprisingly, he didn’t. Honestly, irresponsibly didn’t. Would have done it again in a heartbeat… Wanted to do it again the moment he saw Chase next, even though he knew he shouldn’t. Even though every inch of his conscience screamed for him not to, begged him to stop playing with this man’s heart like he knew he was. But then again, his conscience really had no right to talk. In reality, it had stopped trying to convince Cassidy of anything a long time ago, knew it was useless. Just, now… It seemed more determined. More influential. So much so that he found himself almost, almost listening to it. But his dick had yet to lose a battle of persistence.



“Good morning, sir.” He nodded in faux indifference as Chase passed by his desk. Whatever he’d been expecting, however, a smile or a nod in return maybe, Chase simply walked past instead, eyes on his feet and a poorly concealed blush on his face. Cas watched him disappear into his office in silence, both wondering what that was about… while being 90% sure he already knew. Of course, he was also very good at pretending that he didn’t care.



It was why he was here, after all.



So he let the day pass him by without many interactions outside of the necessary, Chase always managing to avoid his gaze and get out of the situation as quickly as possible. But no matter how composed his face, by the end of the day, it was borderline annoying. Sure, Cas was intelligent enough to see the downside to all of this, but even so, it was perplexing to him; fucking in his office every night for damn near two months, and the man is fine. Kiss him without that lust driven messiness, that passionate, not quite as intimate desperation, and the guy panics.



It was just a fucking kiss… But he knew that wasn’t it. Not even close. He sighed, leaning back in his chair and taking a second to scan the clock across from his desk. It was almost time to “go,” he realized. He got to his feet almost out of reflex, gathering his stuff together so that it would be easier to snag on his way out. They were probably going to talk first… Chase seems like someone who needs to talk about his feelings or else he’ll explode. Cas chuckled to himself, taking off his jacket and hanging it over his chair. But it’s probably good to get this out in the open. The sooner they figured things out, the sooner they could get to-



The sound of the office door shutting behind a hastily departing Chase cut Cas off at once, the man watching his boss nod half heartedly to his mother’s assistant as he straightened his coat around himself and headed for the elevator. Cas was stunned.



Are you serious?!



Packing up the last of his things, Cas scrambled away from his desk, reminding himself when he passed some of the still remaining employees, that running after the boss probably wouldn’t be the best way to maintain their secret relationship… or whatever it was. He swallowed back his aggravation and offered a few passing goodbyes for the evening as he waited for the elevator, Chase already probably at his car. No reason, no after hours screw, no goodbye, no nothing. What are we, in fucking middle school? The elevator door couldn’t open quick enough, Cas barely allowing himself a second to scan the garage for any stragglers in the middle of grabbing their cars, before heading towards his own, keeping an eye out for his boss.



The man was seconds away from barricading himself behind the driver’s side door, Cas picking up the pace to meet him before he could peel out and vanish without giving Cas some sort of explanation. What the fuck am I doing? It was like he couldn’t stop himself, Chase’s sudden avoidance making him angry. And nervous. And frustrated. And so fucking guilty he couldn’t take it.



“Chase!” he called out once he was close enough, slowing down to more of a quickened walk once he realized he’d been running---Running…?---towards his car. This is insane. Chase practically jumped at the sound of his voice, still not looking directly at him, but not getting in his car and driving frantically away, either, so it was a start. “Want to explain why you’re high-tailing it all of a sudden?” And then, for emphasis, he added, “Was it something I said?” He put his hand on the open car door, lowering his voice. “Or did…?” Chase bit his lip, clearly uncomfortable, hiding something.



“It’s nothing,” His boss mumbled. Cas frowned.



“Bull shit.” Gently, trying his hardest not to let on how pissed off he was---Why the fuck was he pissed off anyway?!---he closed the door, allowing him easier access to the man, Cas stepping up close enough that Chase’s back was pressed completely against the car. He didn’t even know why he’d ran after him, let alone what he was going to say now that he’d caught up to him. “Chase,” he started, just going with it. He seemed to be doing that a lot lately. “I’m sorry. For whatever I did.” He sighed, running a hand through his now messed black hair, a strand or two falling into his face. I guess now’s as good a time as any. “Look. Maybe we should-” But whatever they should or shouldn’t do was cut off instantly by the feel of Chase’s mouth on his. And while it was spontaneous and shaky and more than a little anxious, it was passionate and sweet and full of something that caught Cas completely off guard. And when they broke away, Cas was uncharacteristically breathless, dazed and perplexed and secretly longing for more.



Chase spared him a look, though he couldn’t hold it without dropping his gaze again, cheeks practically burning, stained an adorable shade of bright pink. “Don’t apologize.” He mumbled, reopening his car door and slipping behind the wheel. “I’ve just got… to go, so… I’ll see you tomorrow, okay?” Cas was hardly satisfied, especially after that kiss, so much more underneath it than their last, but he backed away from the car nonetheless, nodding in compliance.



“See you tomorrow, sir,” He replied, watching distractedly as Chase pulled out of the parking spot and drove off.



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Sydney was gripping the wheel so tightly that his knuckles had gone white. He hadn’t even bothered to turn on the music, driving in silence, distracted by everything that was presently running through his head. The street lights that dotted the highway passed over him in a rhythmic, hypnotizing sort of pattern, his car practically on cruise control what with how little he changed his speed. Cars passed him, followed behind him, moved around him in a ballet of motion, but he didn’t notice. His eyes stayed glued to the white, dotted lines in front of him, automatic pilot keeping him from crashing while his focus strayed elsewhere.



Why did I do that…? All day he’d been beating himself up over that fucking kiss. What did it mean? Had Cas even realized that he’d kissed him like that? Maybe he’d imagined the whole thing; maybe it hadn’t meant anything at all… But he’d been so sure at the time! The way Cas’ hand had lingered on his chin for a few seconds after they’d broken away. The way he’d smiled softly at him, not serious or smirking like Sydney was used to. The way the kiss seemed to linger on his lips even now, tingling all the way up his neck and down his spine, warming his chest as it settled in his stomach, twisting and turning and making him anxious. Giddy. Uncomfortable. Terrified. Excited. Hot. Nervous. A mess of emotions he couldn’t describe, didn’t want to try to describe. It made him dizzy, a headache forming at his temples.



Cassidy Williams. His secretary. His employee. His fuck buddy? No… We’re more than that, right? But, in all honesty, he had no idea what they were. They weren’t dating; the man didn’t even have his phone number, for god’s sake! They weren’t lovers… It was too casual for that. Too secret and taboo and complicated for that. But whatever they were, as difficult as it was to describe or place, they were more than just fuck buddies. Aren’t we?



He pulled into the parking lot behind his apartment’s building, thankful that he knew the route home well enough that it hadn’t required any thought process at all. If he was being honest, he didn’t remember the drive at all, really. He sighed. I really should have paid more attention to the road. But he knew it had been beyond his control to try. His mind had been otherwise preoccupied. Still was.



He passed the doorman with an absent-minded wave and took the elevator up to the top floor, lingering in front of his doorway for a moment, a thought occurring to him that held him still, made his heart stutter with possibility… and panic.



What was to stop him from calling Cas right now? Inviting him over for drinks, maybe. Talking to him about what had happened, maybe. Fucking in a bed for once, maybe. It was a deliciously tempting prospect. But also a dangerous one. Sure, they weren’t fuck buddies… he hoped… but they weren’t this. This, whatever the fuck it was, that Sydney was toying with developing them into. They didn’t have that luxury, right? They couldn’t be like normal couples, right? Not when he was in charge of the business and both his reputation and his mother’s were on the line, and he was so young and everyone was skeptical already and he couldn’t risk them finding out.



But, at the rate they were going, who’s to say their luck wouldn’t just run out eventually? It was only a matter of time before somebody actually did walk in on them and spread the news. In fact, when he thought about it, it was substantially less dangerous getting together after work, away from everyone who couldn’t know about them, having sex in a bedroom… or living room… or kitchen where they could do whatever they wanted, be as loud as they wanted, and not have to worry about making it quick and quiet and clean. This could work. This could be safer for everyone. And if Cas agreed… Maybe this could be the start of something more concrete and less complicated. Maybe this could be a good thing. A great thing. A terrifyingly possible thing.



Sydney closed the door behind him, dropping his stuff on the side table and heading to the kitchen. If he was really going to do what he thought he was going to do, he needed a stiff drink. So, after putting together a glass of liquid courage and hanging up his jacket and loosening his tie and walking around the apartment a couple of times and straightening that crooked picture frame he’d noticed this morning and taking a seat on the couch and staring at the blank television screen for a few minutes, Sydney finally snagged his personal cell phone off the coffee table. And stared at that too. Because he had no idea what he was doing. Texting him? Calling him? Sending him an email? Way to be half-baked there, Chase… He sighed, leaning back into the cushions. He held the phone up over his head as if maybe, if he looked at it from a different angle, the screen would light up with the answer. No luck. His hands were shaking. He put the phone back down and took a nice long swig of his drink, wincing as it singed past his throat. You can do this. This isn’t high school. The man is your secretary! You should be able to call him after hours like this. He nodded, clearing some of the still burning liquor from his throat. If you freak, you can just say that you… needed to make sure he was aware of the meeting with the stock supervisor Monday morning. Not that he’d need to be there… or anything… He groaned. He was psyching himself out. If he didn’t do something soon, he wouldn’t. So, taking a moment to roll his eyes at the fact that he’d even programmed the man’s number into his phone in the first place, unknowingly to Cas at that, Sydney opened up a “new text” window and began to type, heart pounding in his ears with every word.



Hello, Cas. He frowned. Why did that sound so creepy? He tried again. Hey there. Better, but not great. Hey. It’s me, Chase. He figured that was the best he was going to get, and kept going. I just wanted to let you know- He erased it. How’ve you been? He erased that too. Goddamnit! Why the fuck is this so hard?! He sighed, giving up on pretense and typing in his address, followed by a brief and subtle, but hopefully understandable, If you’re ever in the neighborhood. He pressed send before he could talk himself out of it. And instantly felt like he was going to throw up. Downing the last of the liquor, Sydney got to his feet, aiming to pour himself one more glass before distracting himself with sleep which probably wouldn’t come. But before he could, his cell began to ring. Sydney nearly dropped the glass. Holy fuck! Do I answer it? He picked the cell back up, eyeing the number he’d just programmed into the text as it flashed across the small screen. Of course you answer it, dip shit! But his hand wouldn’t comply, his whole body frozen in shock. Until the words “missed call” replaced his number, Sydney’s heart dropping into his stomach.



“Shit!” He stammered. What should I do? Should I call back? Should I-? But again, before his mind could stray any further into panic, his phone sounded, that familiar “ping” of a received text message. He opened it up, staring in disbelief at the words dotting the screen: Are you in the neighborhood? Because I can be there in 20. Sydney blinked, feeling his face flush and his heart stammer wildly. Reply… Reply, Goddamnit, before he changes his mind. But everything he thought to say just sounded awkward. So, deciding against all form of subtlety, he typed, The door’s unlocked, just let yourself in. And he sent it.



It took a little bit more than twenty, those extra three minutes driving Sydney insane, but finally, there was a knock on his door, Cas opening it slowly, carefully, waiting until he saw Sydney standing there to actually enter the apartment. The door clicked shut behind him, echoing the following bout of awkward silence as the two men simply looked at each other, not quite sure what to do next. Eventually, Sydney couldn’t take it anymore. Feigning an enthusiastic smile, he picked up his glass and motioned for the kitchen. “Can I get you anything to drink?”



“Sure,” Cas replied, smiling softly and taking a seat on the couch. After pouring them both a fresh glass, Sydney joined him, a few feet apart but still close enough to feel the heat of his presence drawing him in. They sipped at the harsh liquid in silence for a few moments before Cas cut in again. “Well, this was unexpected.” He smirked. Sydney looked at him out of the corner of his eye, too embarrassed to turn his focus on him any more than that.



“I just thought… maybe,” He tried, clearing his throat. “It would be better to meet here for once, you know? Away from the office.”



Cas put his glass down and shifted his body so that he was facing Sydney more directly. “You make a very valid point,” he said, voice low, placing a hand on Sydney’s knee and sliding up his leg. Sydney’s breath hitched, the glass freezing on his lips. It was like a bolt of electricity running through him, his heart rate spiking as a rush of heat spread to his groin. “You’ve got a nice place,” he added, leaning in to kiss lightly at Sydney’s neck, the man shakily putting the glass back down on the coffee table.



“Th-Thank you,” he mumbled, the room suddenly too hot. Everything seemed more here: more powerful, more intoxicating, more tempting, more important, like every touch had a different meaning under this roof. Cas didn’t seem to notice, moving the kisses down his jaw, chuckling against Sydney’s skin.



“I’m going to assume you have an equally nice bedroom somewhere around here,” he whispered, punctuating that with a nip at his ear lobe. “Am I right?”



Sydney nodded, getting dazedly to his feet. “This way.” Cas smirked, following behind as Sydney led him down the hall and into a back room, a king size bed pushed against the far wall, the decor an unexpected mix of grays and blacks. “Here it is,” Sydney murmured, still too stunned that this was occurring to make much more leeway in the conversation. But Cas only smiled.



“It suits you, somehow,” He said simply, turning towards Sydney and placing a hand on the small of his back, pulling him in. “I like it.” Without giving Sydney a chance to muster another thank you, Cas leaned in, pressing his lips softly at first, then more forcefully, against Sydney’s. Without realizing, Sydney coiled his fingers into Cas’ hair, only noticing once he felt his grip tighten around soft, black strands, Cas groaning into his mouth. Sydney took this moment to press himself more completely into Cas’ embrace, hands exploring backs and arms and necks, while tongues explored tongues and teeth and roofs of mouths, until both were dizzy an d panting from lack of oxygen. And more definite contact.



They pulled away slowly, heavy lidded eyes locking briefly as Cas led them both to the bed, lying Sydney down and leaning over him. Smirking softly, Cas lowered himself back into another kiss, slipping a hand below Sydney’s shirt to pinch teasingly at an already pert and overly sensitive nipple. Sydney gasped, arching up into that touch, like fire against his skin, but Cas removed his hand, to a whimper of disappointment from Sydney, and began to fully unbutton the white dress shirt, raking his nails slightly from neck to belly button and lower once his chest was bare. Slowly, agonizingly slowly, he unzipped Sydney’s pants and inched a hand beneath the waist band of his boxer to hard, throbbing flesh, hot and needy and pulsing with impatience. Sydney bit his lip, bucking up into that hand at the same time that he pulled away from the kiss, attaching his lips to Cas’ neck, sucking greedily. That touch could have finished him in minutes, Cas’ hand alone like its own form of perfection, just tight enough, just rough enough, just enough to drive him mad, but again, Cas pulled away too soon, working at removing his own shirt and pants, taking to alleviating Sydney of his boxers as well. When he went to slip his tie from around his neck, Sydney grabbed it, shaking his head.



“Keep it on,” he said shyly, breathless. Cas stared at him for a moment before grinning evilly, tossing the end of the tie over his shoulder, letting it dangle out of the way. Then, not wasting any more time, Cas spread Sydney’s legs and knelt between them, placing a fist loosely around the base of his cock before downing him, Sydney arching up slightly into that moist heat, fingers gripping the bed sheets almost painfully. “God, Cas…” He hissed, one hand finding the back of his head, running fingers shakily through his hair. “So good, nnngh fuck…” Cas continued to suck, taking him all the way to the hilt and back, massaging the shaft with his tongue, working his way up to the head and releasing him with an audible pop, Sydney shivering as the cold air hit his length.



“Lube?” He heard Cas ask, but it took him a second to register what that word meant.



“Uh… Nightstand. Top drawer.” He tried to be more embarrassed about the fact that it was so easily accessible, but right now, it didn’t matter as long as it was used. And as if on cue, Cas seemed to abide, tilting Sydney’s knees back, his ass suddenly invaded with one finger, then two, then three, Cas inching them in, stretching him out, readying him. He curled those fingers searchingly, nudging across that bundle of nerves that made Sydney twitch, smirking as the man jerked underneath him. Then, lining up at his puckered entrance, taking a second to kiss Sydney’s knee, both now slung over his shoulders, Cas pressed in, slowly but surely and Oh fuck, that’s perfect, yes, right there, just a little bit further, I love this, I need this, so good, yes! When he was all the way in, Cas stopped, trembling just slightly enough for Sydney to feel it. So Sydney grabbed Cas’ tie and pulled him in as close as their position would allow, tilting his head up the rest of the way.



“Give me everything you’ve got,” he breathed, kissing Cas deeply, passionately, just like before only needier. More desperate. So much unspoken it was hard to think about. So he didn’t, just touched and felt and breathed instead, moving below Cas to let him know it was alright. Fuck me, he said with each movement of his hips. Fuck me now. So Cas did, digging his fingers into the man’s waist and pounding into him, Sydney throwing a hand over his mouth to keep from screaming. But Cas leaned down, his tie tickling Sydney’s chest, and grabbed that hand, intertwining their fingers and pressing it into the bed.



“Please,” Cas growled, bucking hard against him, Sydney gasping through the realization, understanding at once when Cas wanted. They didn’t need to be quiet here. They didn’t need to hide anything here. As if reacting of its own accord, a cry wrenched itself from Sydney’s throat on the next thrust, Cas chuckling as he mimicked that angle, slamming down into his prostate repeatedly. Brilliantly.



“Sh-Shit, Ca-Ahh-az, I-” He gasped, Cas wrapping a hand around his neglected member once again, the double dose of sensation dangling him inches away from the ecstasy. “Oh, fuck, I… Cas, I’m…” He bit his lip, eyes fluttering closed as Cas began plunging deeper, harder, faster, both of them so close, so fucking close. But even so, it seemed to rip through Sydney without warning, crashing through his system as his dick jerked and spasmed, hot cum exploding between them, dotting chests and necks. Sydney could barely breathe, his whole body, overly sensitive and still twitching with the intensity of that orgasm, practically seized with added pleasure as Cas came, grunting out Sydney’s name as he emptied himself into the man, jerking a few times more against him before practically collapsing to his side. The sound of their panting was the only noise in the room, everything moving more slowly in the afterglow of the well sexed. It was nice to have a moment to simply lie there, Sydney realized, not worrying about getting cleaned up and getting out before anyone noticed. Yeah. This could be good. The idea made his heart warm and his head spin, the giddiness more willing and less nervous for once. Now Sydney just needed to offer up the option in a way that-



“So here from now on, then?” Cas said suddenly, catching Sydney off guard. Sydney turned his head to better look at the man, noticing the subtle brightness in his eyes, the devilish smirk.



“Yeah,” Sydney chuckled softly to himself. “Here from now on.” He said up, taking his shirt off and using it to wipe the stickiness from his chest. “Most of the time, at least.” He glanced at Cas, looking for a response, but Cas merely stretched briefly before sitting up as well, snagging the shirt out of Sydney’s hand to wipe down his own chest.



“Sounds like a plan.” He smiled.



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Whoot! Another chapter! So soon? Why yes! Because nothing cleanses the psot midterm palet like smut ^_^ Anyway! Thank you all for your awesome reviews! It's always so fun to read them! They legit make my day. Next update coming soon, I hope. Turns out this is going to be a ten chapter story instead of a nine chapter like Lessons Learned. So four more to go! The shit's about to hit the fan, and I'm sadistically stoked *evil grin* lol Love you guys xD