Mind Your Own Business

A/N: Thanks again, everyone, for all the fabulous reviews! New update coming after Halloween, so fret none ^_~ Sorry this one's a tad short... heh.



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Nothing seemed out of the ordinary that day, when Sydney looked back on it. It was the same as always, really: a little bit of casual conversation here and there, followed by a little bit of work and little bit of foreplay towards the end of the day. A lead in to whatever sexual escapades were planned for that night at Sydney’s place. They’d made a point to at least attempt a night or two at Cas’ every now and then, but his bed was smaller, and his landlord had some issues with noise. Sydney swore the man was a homophobe, but he tried not to hold it against him. Either way, they’d resigned themselves to Sydney’s mostly, making it a tradition of sorts. Start in the office, rile each other up, and then head out to finish the act, rushing home like children excited for summer vacation. But as amazing and new as these feelings were to Sydney, they weren’t unusual when Cas was around. Hell, he’d even come to expect them. But that didn’t mean he was any less surprised.



Cas pressed himself even closer to Sydney’s back, pushing him almost completely against the floor-to-ceiling window of his office. The view from the thirty-eighth floor was breathtaking once the city turned its lights on for the night, the surrounding buildings far enough away to give the impression of privacy while still being close enough to cry exhibitionism. It had always been a fantasy of Sydney’s, to be fucked up against that window, to have the world witness him being taken without actually knowing so much. To stare down at the pedestrians and business men and street vendors while being pounded into from behind, reveling in the fact that, were they so inclined, all they’d have to do is look up.



“Nnnnh,” A low whine left Sydney’s throat as Cas slipped a hand into the waist band of his already un zipped suit pants, trailing fingers lightly over that heat. Sydney trembled against that touch, breathing puffs of warm fog against the window. “Please…” He whispered, arching into that hand and moaning softly when Cas tightened his grip just so.



Cas chuckled, a whisper against the back of Sydney’s neck. “Your place?” He asked huskily, a low vibration against Sydney’s back as Cas kissed a trail along his spine through his shirt. Sydney nodded, groaning at the lack of contact when Cas removed his hand and stepped back. Sydney turned around with a sigh, throwing Cas his best interpretation of a seductive frown, but Cas only chuckled, which made Sydney’s frown that much more believable.



In the midst of Sydney’s attempt to re-zip his fly, however, Cas leaned back in and attacked his lips with a fierce and almost desperate kiss, every ounce of desire and undeniable need settled underneath. It practically melted Sydney, left him breathless and dizzy by the time Cas pulled away just enough to mumble, “Mmmm, Chase,” against his lips.



“Sydney…” he heard himself reply, blushing the moment the word involuntarily left his lips to brush again against Cas’. The secretary pulled back and raised an eyebrow at him in obvious confusion. Sydney couldn’t hold his gaze, his cheeks flushing hotter. “S-Sydney… My first name, I… I want you to call me that.” He closed his eyes for a moment, embarrassed, though he had no idea why. It’s not like I’m asking him to call me something dirty for fuck’s sake! But still… When he opened his eyes, however, Cas was smirking at him, half lidded stare filled with something Sydney couldn’t identify, something that made his pulse quicken and his heart jump into his throat.



“Sydney,” Cas repeated, the sound of his name on those perfectly intoxicating lips making Sydney’s blood rip like an electric current through his system. “Sydney,” he repeated again to the same effect, this time topping it off with another kiss. And other. And another, punctuating each by mumbling his birth name against his lips and teeth and neck and ear and before they knew it, they were back in Sydney’s bedroom, scrambling to relieve each other of clothing. He didn’t recognize it at the time, too consumed by lust and heat and passion as they so often were, but that was probably where it started. That was probably the sign Sydney should have been looking for.



“R-Right th-ahhh! Nng… Right th-there…” Sydney panted, writhing against Cas’ hand, two of his fingers already working their way into the puckered ring of muscle, curling around his prostate with a familiarized expertise. Cas brushed over that bundle of nerves again, Sydney’s dick twitching in response. “So good…” he breathed, closing his eyes and letting his head fall back. “Ah… Fucking-Mmmm, shit, Cas.”



Cas chuckled in response, removing his fingers despite the disappointing grunt from his boss. “Somebody’s impatient,” he grinned teasingly, cutting off whatever retort Sydney might have prepared by gripping lightly at the man’s throbbing length, stroking once, twice, before letting go, reaching again for the lube on the bedside table.



Which was exactly when Sydney’s personal cell started ringing.



Sydney paled, reaching for it frantically, but Cas grabbed his hand, pinning it to the comforter. “Wait, wait, whoa,” he grinned. “Is that… The Pokemon theme?” Sure enough, it was in that exact moment that the call reached the chorus of the ringtone, the lyrics, “Pokemon! Gotta catch ‘em aaaaaaallll!” echoing around the otherwise silent room. Sydney buried the side of his face into the pillow, mortified. “What are you, five?” Cas scoffed anyway.



“Well, I-” Sydney started to defend himself, but Cas took that exact moment to burst into laughter. Loud, booming, shaking the bed sort of laughter that had Sydney staring in awed silence, mesmerized by the sound of it, the way his eyes sparkled with it when he wasn’t laughing too hard to keep them open. It was a beautiful sight, an addicting, enthralling, diving head first into a bucket of ice water kind of sight. Because what came with it, was a realization that was both miraculous and unexpected… and terrifying and overwhelming and impossible and exactly what he’d always been too afraid of wanting.



He was in love with that sound, that look, this moment. But more than that… he was in love with Cas. He loved Cas. That moment was all it took, all he needed to understand. He loved him. Actually loved him. Cassidy Williams. His secretary. Cas… Oh God.



I’m in love with him.



The thought came and went in less than an instant, barely a hiccup in the otherwise uninterrupted moment. But it struck him a blow that was both unshakable and out of his ability to hide. So much so that, when he calmed down enough to speak, Cas didn’t let it go unnoticed.



“Aw, did I hurt your feelings?” He teased, voice a mockery of playground childishness. Flustered, Sydney crawled out from around Cas’ practically embracing arms, unable to keep himself from shaking. Or smiling.



“Didn’t anyone ever teach you to respect your elders?” Sydney said finally, attempting a frown that probably looked as forced as it felt. And the look on Cas’ face did little to help maintain it.



“Excuse me?” he practically gaped, doing an almost literal double take, Sydney nearly choking on his poorly concealed laughter. “How old are you?”



As amusing as it was, though, Sydney still managed to roll his eyes, smirking as he propped himself up against the headboard. “Twenty-five.”



Cas blinked. “Twenty-fi-ugh…” He pinched the bridge of his nose, chuckling softly. “No fucking way you’re older than me. Jesus, Sydney! You’re like a fucking five year old in a business suit!”



It was like an involuntary rush now, hearing his name, the one reserved for those closest to him, coming from Cas’ too fucking kissable mouth. So much so that he couldn’t help laughing straight through his, “Fuck you.” Cas laughed with him, though, so it was alright. More than alright. Especially when Cas leaned in, eyes hazy with lust again, and whispered, “You’ve got it, boss,” silencing them both with that too fucking talented tongue.



Sydney didn’t even notice when the phone stopped ringing. Or when, around three in the morning, Cas couldn’t take it anymore, slipped silently out of Sydney’s bed, and left.



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A/N: Comments are always welcome.