Silver Spoon

Cole clicked his tongue, boredly spinning the pen in his fingers. The phone rang off the hook, clients sauntered in asking to see Russell who Cole took great pride in suggesting had yet to arrive. So they either waited in the waiting room, which none did, or left and would try their hand later. It was somewhat of a habit of Russell's that many were familiar with, the blond's inability to show up on time, or stay in the office during reasonable hours. It was something Cole too, was familiar with. Only, today, Russell had shown up on time.

And, in all fairness, he was now under the desk with Cole's cock in his mouth. It was an evil pleasure Cole took, Russell not allowed to say a word while he worked Cole's cock under the desk, forced to hear the complaints of the employees that Cole turned away.

Cole passed a sultry glance to his lover under the desk. "You're doing good." Cole purred, petting Russell's golden locks. "I may come soon."

He was doing better than great, actually. It was hard for Cole not to moan, or spew obscenities when the clients came on, or the phone rang. Russell's sinful mixture of talented tongue and sucking mouth were driving Cole to the edge of insanity and back. Sweat was beading on his forehead, and his breath was in shallow pants. Yet, when the door opened or the phone rang, he was able to quickly compose himself.

Again, the door opened, one of the more snooty, opinionated females around the offices sauntered in, with a voice that could make a banshee cringe.

"Good morning, Cole." How could anyone make such a simple greeting sound patronizing?

"Good Morning, Ms. Dev---oooohhhh" The little devil! Russell's tongue was now stringing a guitar along the head of his cock. Cole clenched the desk.

"Are you alright?"

"I'm----fine!"

"Oh, you're not wearing your glasses." She noted.

Cole's fingers scored the desk, Russell deciding now to play his a-game. "S-Switched to contacts." He panted. Actually, they were now hanging off the bridge of Russell's nose.

"Oh, is Russell in? I need him to sign off on a few legal agreements."

"He's not in right now." Cole regained his composure, the wet heat now buried again to the base of his cock. He needed this chick gone, he needed to come. "Just leave them here and I'll give them to him when she comes in."

"Oh, that is so like him! He's probably out chasing skirts, making the whole company look bad!"

Cole glanced downward, very careful to not let the girl see him, just to see those puppy dog eyes looking up at him while those lips stretched around his member. He glanced back up. "Probably out in some alleyway, sucking off some guy."

"No kidding. He's a pig. He's so unprofessional."

"Yeah, he's the worst, right---OW!" Russell just nipped his inner thigh, taking his mouth off his member just long enough to sink his teeth into the delicate flesh.

"Are you okay?"

"Yes! Look, just leave those here and I'll give them to him when he gets in." Cole reached down, playing it off as though he was nursing the wound on his leg, but rather he slapped Russell on the back of the head, taking great pleasure in the muffled "oomf" that he earned.

"Okay. Y'know Cole, you're really cute without those glasses, if you wanna catch dinner some--"

Oh damn, could this chick not tell he was now getting the most explosive blowjob of his life!? "I'M GAY!" He yelled, not caring who heard. "Now, hurry on, quick, quick, like a bunny."

The girl, stunned and confused, retreated from the room. No sooner than the door was shut, Cole threw his head back, grabbed the back of Russell's head and thrust aimlessly into the hot depth's of Russell's mouth.

He let out a guttural moan, and came into Russell's mouth in a few, thick, hot spurts. Russell held the hot cum in his mouth, and climbed off the floor, and into Cole's lap and wrapped his arms around Cole's neck before swallowing Cole's load.

"C-Can I take it out now?" Russell whined, running affectionate kisses along Cole's jawline.

"If you hadn't bit me, I would have said yes."

"You were talking mean about me...." Cole was addicted to those wounded, puppy dog eyes.

"I didn't mean it." Cole kissed Russell's cheek. "Not completely anyway. Now..." Cole cooed, reaching down Russell's back, and cupping the ass in his lap. His fingers pressed Russell's hole through his slacks, ripping a moan from the trembling blond. "If you want me to take out the vibrator button I put in there, you're gonna have to go get me some water."

"There's a water bottle on your desk..."

"Yeah, but I think some water from the break room would be REALLY good to my palate."

"Y-You're so mean! I don't think I can walk with this thing in me!"

"Hmm, are you being disobedient Russell?" Cole darkned his eyes. "Tell you what, you've been good this past week, and you've endured my punishment in all it's forms..."

"I have the whelps on my ass to prove it."

"Well you refused to behave." Cole placed a kiss on Russell's whimpering lips, amazed by how rejuvenated Russell appeared to become. "So, go get the water, and that'll be your last punishment. Then, I'll repay the favor to you. Sex. On your desk. You can take me as hard as you want."

"Soooo, you want that water from the first floor!?" Russell hoped out of Cole's lap, almost instantly regretting it, as his knees buckled underneath him. "S-Shit..!"

"Hurry back...darling." Cole blew a kiss.

Russell stumbled into the hallway, the vibrator in his ass rumbling his prostate and shooting pleasurable, tickling sensations, to every inch of his body. After sucking Cole off, and having the vibrator plugged in him since he came in, his cock was jerking in his boxer briefs, leaking pre-ejaculate in desperate plea for release.

The break room, his destination. All the way down the hall, yet thoughts of Cole squealing, still partly clothed as Russell slammed his neglected erection into him again and again, encouraged him on. Another intense vibration almost brought him to his knees, he was just grateful everyone was shut up in their offices at this time.

Cole clawing his back, begging for more even though he couldn't take it: such a beautiful image in his mind. Russell almost sprinted down the hall toward the break room, the rush of the jog temporarily negating the the terrible vibrations that so-wrecked his body.

Slowing down to slide into the break room, to the water cooler where Russell's shaking hand grasping a paper cup and filling it with water. After the agonizingly slow fill of water, Russell began back down the hall, stumbling and trying his best not to spill the water. There was too much at stake!

"Oh, hey there little Mr. Taylor!" One of the older accountants of the office approached Russell, giving a friendly pat to the back. Russell gave a shameful squeak as the force actually made the vibrator egg go deeper inside of him.

"H-Hiii....ooooh..." Russell let out a shameful moan, desperately trying to keep the water from spilling. He would have Cole!

"Are you alright?"

"Y-Y-Yeahhh...."

"Man, you're as good looking as your mother. The girls must go crazy for you." The older man grumbled, putting a flat palm to Russell's butt, causing the vibrations to intensify.

"A-Ahh....y-yeah...they go crazy..."

"Ah, well, you take care." The older accountant moved on, and Russell continued down the hall, the violent tremors ransacking his body, water sloshing and falling out of the cup. Finally arriving back at the office, Russell slipped in, Cole's arrogant eyes staring him down.

Purple tinted to almost pitch black. "Well, well, well, you made it."

"Yeah...here's your water..." Russell weakly moved across the room, setting the half-full cup of water on Cole's desk, who completely disregarded it with a swig from his water bottle.

"So, it's been a week since your punishment began. You just have to make it through midnight."

"It's been hard..."

"It's been oh-so-fun. But, I'll reward you." Cole rose from his chair, and guided Russell back to his office, closed the door, and bent Russell over the desk. "Your body's shaking pretty badly." Cole kissed the back of Russell's neck, brushing aside the crisp golden locks.

"Cole..." Russell moaned out, as Cole undid Russell's belt and tugged his slacks down, exposing the well rounded ass concealed by sinfully tight boxer briefs.

With a pull of his fingers, Cole tugged down the briefs, the small string attached to a tassling pink ring exposed as it dangled from Russell's tight heat. Cole hooked his finger inside of the pink ring, and gave it a tug, a tiny vibrating egg shaped device emerging with a slick pop and dangling down. Russell let out a slutty moan as he was freede from the vibrations, his knees trembling and collapsing.

Cole knealt down and began nibbling Russell's ear, pulling Russell's back to his chest. "Don't tell me you're tired already, I thought you wanted me."

"You're so evil..." Russell whined. Nevertheless, he turned his head to capture Cole's lips, thrusting his tongue deep into Cole's mouth, who returned the kiss with equal heat.

"You could always just call Joey, I'm sure he'll let you fill him up."

"I don't want Joey."

"Fair enough." Cole pressed his lips to Russell's again. "You feel alright?"

"Yeah." Russell pulled himself back up, turned himself around, and flipped Cole onto the desk, capturing Cole's lips with a hungry kiss. Russell pulled open the buttons of Cole's shirts, and attacked the luscious, creamy skin with hot kisses. Cole let out a soft moan, arched his back into the warmth, and pulled Russell's hot mouth closer.

"Russell!" The most cock-blocking voice Russell had the displeasure of hearing. Russell turned his hazy blue eyes to the door, where Mika stood tapping her foot as she watched Russell caught with his pants down.

"Dammit Mikky! Busy!"

She trailed her eyes to Cole, disheveled and panting. "Hello, Mrs. Mika."

"Hello, little Mr. Glasses. Although..." She turned her eyes to Russell, who currently wore the rimmed spectacles. "That title might be more appropriate for you. What's up with that?"

"Cole is punishing me. Wearing these glasses is part of it."

"Ah, how appropriate." She turned to Russell. "But you don't have any time to be making out or....well...fucking..." She sighed. "Russell, our newest client has been trying to get a hold of you all day. You know it's bad when I get a call and have to come down here."

"Ah, dammit! Can't he wait!?"

"No, Russell! Work goes on, regardless of how much you want to galavant around!" With a pout, Russell sighed, and gave Cole a quick kiss.

"Sorry, later?"

"I might not be horny later...."

"Damn you, Mika!!!!" Russell begrudingly grabbed a folder off what was to be a desanctified desk.

Cole sighed, and readjusted his shirt. Just as he was buttoning up, passing Mika an awkward smile, Russell read the client's name from a folder lying on his desk. "It's Trevor Lanes, right?"

Cole withheld surprise, but alarm shot through his body. Mika confirmed, "Yeah, that's right. That guy actually called me. He says he's tired of waiting, and wants to come in for a meeting today."

Cole shut his eyes and let out a sigh. "Tch, fucking bastard." Russell spat, as though he was reading Cole's mind. "I hate all the clients for this place, they act like they're the only person in the world that everyone has to wait on."

"Preaching to the choir. That's why I'm just a consultant on these matters." Mika sighed.

"Tch, Cole, could you schedule a lunch date with him?" Russell readjusted his clothing, walked forward and embraced Cole from behind. "You okay? You suddenly got really quiet."

"Fine..."

"Hey, let's go out for dinner tonight. I know I'm still under punishment and all but---"

"Yeah, sounds good." Cole let out without thinking. He let Russell give him a quick peck on the lips, and hurried out to arrange the meeting, indirectly, of course.

Watching Cole hurry out, Mika shut the door behind him and picked up the tiny vibrator egg off the floor, dangling it distastefully before the blushing Russell. "I never thought you the type."

"...It's actually one of the more tame things that Cole has done this week." He cringed.

"Hmm, I see. Please, no detail."

"No, please, I want you to hear. It's been brutal! And that was the closest I've gotten to touch him since we fucked in a parking lot!"

"Okay, that's a little more than enough for me!"

"I can keep going..."

"I'm sure that you can." Mika placed the pink device on Russell's desk. "I'm glad you finally got tested though. I suppose I should thank Cole."

"I love him, Mika..." Russell's eyes fell down to the desk. "I'm trying really hard not to scare him away, but...it's hard not to pounce him every chance I get."

"Hmm, shall I help?"

"Help how?"

"I can...threaten him into loving you." Mika rummaged in her purse. "I've got this pepper spray that might do the trick."

"You want to physically harm him...into loving me?"

"Yup."

"...What's the success rate on that?"

As Cole wondered if his ears should be burning, he hung up the phone. Thank god for secretaries. Not because he was one, but at the time, it seemed like a way for the universe to protect him from actually conversing with Trevor, by going through his secretary. Thinking back, Cole remembered the Trevor was in charge of some manufacturing company, that was apparently now making a deal with Taylor Industries.

No, that was wrong. Why would Trevor bother going through Taylor Industries to ship his product, when he more than likely had the means to do it himself.

Paranoia wormed it's ugly way into Cole's stomach, and festered into a terrible knot. Cole brought his finger to his lips, clipping his nail between his teeth. Trevor's last uninvited visit had left a bad taste in his mouth.

Unable to even pretend to work, fraught with worry over thoughts of anxiety of what Trevor might be scheming, Cole didn't even realize when lunch finally rolled around. Hell, he missed when Mika left. Russell swooped in for a peck on Cole's cheek, before heading out for his date with the devil.

Russell went to the parking garage of Taylor Industries, climbed into his sexy Lamborghini and hurried to Duce, the restaraunt where he would meet Trevor Lanes. Given the speed Russell went down any given street, despite the distance gap between the two locations, Russell crossed it in no time flat.

Upon reaching the restaurant, Russell made his way inside, confirmed his reservations with the hostess, and made his way to the table where a tanned man with dark stubble on his chin sat, a white laptop flashing in front of him on the table.

"Mr. Lanes?" Russell announced, taking the seat across from Trevor.

"Yes, the handsome young Mr. Taylor. You favor your mother more so than your father."

"I've always taken that as a compliment." Russell felt a chill was over his body as he met Trevor's stare. Law school 101, never, ever, show intimidation of any kind. But, as Trevor's dark eyes raked over him, Russell felt a disgusting current wash over him.

"So, you're just here to explain some legal matters yes? Bureaucratic BS that we all know and hate."

"Essentially..." Russell raised an eyebrow, confused by the situation. "There are some papers to sign too..."

"Don't bother with that. I've already signed off on the whole deal."

"Then there's no reason for me to be here." Russell knew he was letting his fear show to Trevor, but he suddenly couldn't get away fast enough. "There are many other matters requiring my attention Mr..."

"You mean like fucking one of your employees?"

And, for the first time in so many years, Russell was stunned and left completely speechless. "E-Excuse me..?"

"Cole Thorne. Don't play dumb, I have evidence, Mr. Lawyer."

"I'm sure I don't know what you're talking about."

"Hmm, memory loss can cripple a lawyer's career. Maybe this will help things along." Trevor turned the computer on the table around, a video of Cole's back to some camera, moaning while he rode Russell. Russell's heart raced, in anger and fear, as he watched he and Cole in such an intimate moment, as though it were some cheap porno streamed on the internet.

"How the fuck did you get this!? Did you put a camera in my car you bastard!?"

"How I got it matters very little. The fact is, the terms of our legal agreement are about to change drastically." Trevor shut the lap top.

"Tch, you think I care if that gets out?"

"Oh, but I think you do care. This could be a career killer. Not to mention what might happen to Cole. He could be declared a tramp who sleeps with his bosses to get a few extra dollars on his payche---"

"That isn't the case!"

"Doesn't matter. People rarely care what the truth is, only what they can see." Trevor swished his wine in the glass, the blood red tonic swishing malevolently.

"Fine!!! What do you want? What's it gonna cost me to keep Cole out of this?"

"I want a higher rate of return on product shipped through your company, as well as a discount on shipping charges."

"I can't do that."

"You're a lawyer, make it happen." Trevor sipped his wine. "Meet my conditions and you'll never see this video on a public website."

"That all?"

"Yes, just keep Cole happy until he decides you're not as good as I was. Until he sees that you're just a small fry who can't satisfy."

"What's that mean?"

"Oh? You mean he hasn't told you?" Trevor clicked his tongue.

"Told me what?"

Hard laughter spilled from Trevor's throat, mockingly filling the restaurant as Trevor gathered his laptop and stood from the table. "Ask him."

"Wait!" Russell sprung from his chair and chased Trevor to the parking lot, bracing his body as though prepared for some drunken bar fight. "I meet your conditions, you completely get rid of that video!"

"Of course."

"And you leave Cole out of this, this has got nothing to do with him."

"Yes, yes, of course." Trevor made his way into the parking lot for his car, Russell taking a moment to kick the dirt before doing the same.

Getting into his Lamborghini, Russell first made a point of checking the radio for anything new. Finding a small spy cam hotwired to the radio, Russell tore it out and threw it across the parking lot. He didn't know if Trevor was still around to see his little act of defiance or not, it made him feel a whole hell of a lot better.

Then, back to the office, up the several stories to his floor, down the hall to the far end where he crept in to find Cole typing away at his desk computer.

Putting a seductive sway to his hips, Russell circled around the waiting room to Cole's desk slipping behind the raven's chair, as though completely undetected, and wrapped his arms around Cole's petit waist. "Hey sweetie."

"Hey, dumbass-with-a-death-wish-for-calling-me-that-in-the-workplace."

"That...was a mouthful. You couldn't just call me something like sugar dick?"

"Russell...your punishment has not yet ended."

"How the hell are you a bottom? You're so harsh, and isn't the cliche that tops are always cold or aggressive towards there mates?"

"Well, I could be like you. Vain and airheaded, and the only thing I can say when the string in my back is pulled is durrr, I likes penises"

Laughing, Russell used the disorientation to place himself in Cole's lap, wrapping his arms around the raven's neck. "You know I'm crazy about you, right?"

Was that a blush? Russell's world flipped upside down as he tried to convince himself he didn't imagine the faint streak of crimson that crossed the bridge of Cole's nose.

"Russell, get up, I've got work to do." Cole made a futile struggle.

"Yeah, I will. Soon as you give me a kiss."

"Get up."

"Kiss."

"No."

"Kiss."

"No!!"

"Kiss!!!"

"Russell, I will make your ass bleed with my belt!"

"You'll have to get up to do that, and you're not getting up without giving me a kiss."

After taking a moment to struggle futiley against Russell's surprisingly heavy weight, Cole sighed and resigned himself with a begrudging "Fine."

Russell relaxed and eased close to Cole who grasped Russell's shoulders and pulled their chests togehter. Cole's violet eyes dulled to smokey embers. staring into vibrant azure depths, before both fluttred closed as he pressed his lips to Russell's. As their soft petals pushed together, Russell dived deeper, thrusting his tongue deep into Cole's mouth and savoring the sweetness on the inside of the raven's cavern. Coaxing Cole's sleeping muscle to play, Cole and Russell wrestled tongues, lost in the heat between them before breaking.

With a distasteful click, Cole uttered. "You said no tongue."

"Sorry, couldn't hold it back."

"You really want to be punished, don't you?"

"Maaaybe." Russell climbed out Cole's lap, smiling like a dog with a wagging tail, before Trevor's words slipped into his mind. Russell's eyes darkened. "Hey, Cole.."

"Mmhmmm." Cole uttered, already running his fingers across his keyboard.

"Who's Trevor to you?"

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I'm afraid I'm losing my funny. I'm trying! I re-read last chapter and realized it wasn't very funny at all. It's harder than I thought it would be. Anyways...

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