What a Pain

Well here's another installment of 'What a Pain' as always let me know what you think, it's muchly appreciated!
R xx


Chapter Eight

Oh my god, I’m freaking out. How did this happen?

He knows, and now he keeps on giving me the lewd looks. He should be flirting his way around the office with his usual sluts, not coming to check up on me every half hour!

What’s going on?

Not only do I have to put up with his annoying-ness I now have to watch my ass!

I stomped to the design room. The office was virtually empty apart from one or two unfortunate people staying to catch up on their deadlines. We were among those suckers. Awan had plonked himself at the centre table and was working on the layout of the hospital wing. There was a large pile of papers next to him marked “To Be Copied” in black pen. He was looking particularly yummy today in a plain black Armani suit and a light blue shirt with the first few buttons undone exposing some of his skin. I still had trouble with my salivary glands when I stared at him. It’s a bit embarrassing.

“José, it’s your turn to do the photocopying. Do this pile ok?”

He didn’t even look up from his design. I glared. Did he have no manners?

“Please?” I said.

His eyes met mine and he raised an eyebrow.

“What?” he asked.

“Can you do this pile please? God did your mum never teach you manners?”

He sighed in a ‘here we go again’ fashion and ran a large hand over his face. Ugh what I wouldn’t give for those hands to be on me again. Ahem.

“José, will you copy this pile of papers please?” He spat the last word out through gritted teeth.

I smiled at him, showing my pearly whites.

“See that wasn’t so hard was it?”

I quickly grabbed the pile before he could reply, and left him to seethe quietly. I had a feeling he was going to get me back for that manners jibe. I was looking forward to it.

Since being called to Mr Jared’s office a couple of hours ago I had been getting any and every jibe I could at him. The goon ‘Oh yeah we fucked’ who just comes out and says that to their boss? I shall plot my revenge and get him back. But what to do?

Hmmm, hide his designs maybe? Sabotage his presentation- wait, then that would make me look bad. Maybe not.

I pondered my many ways of revenge as I walked to the small photocopy room. As you walked through the door there was a grey shelving unit to the left holding all sorts of papers and mount board, anything you’d need for a presentation. The large photocopy machine was on the right, capable of coping anything up to A1. It was mighty useful!

I started the machine and it whirred to life. I daydreamed for a while as the click-clack of the machine lulled me into a bored state.

“José!” I turned around at the shout. Awan was walking through the door carrying some more paper.

“Here,” he threw the pile at me “Do these too.”

I raised an eyebrow.

“What happened to your manners?”

He glared at me.

“Do them now,” He growled out, voice low.

“Uhm, how about no.”

“Do them right now José.”

I smiled sweetly, “No.”

“Yes.”

“No.”

“Yes.”

“No.”

Hehe this was fun. I saw his jaw clench when he noticed my smile.

“Do them José.”

I grinned.

He walked closer to me, all 6’3” of him towering over me.

“Just fucking do them José.”

“Uhm, let me think about this for a minute.”

He raised an eyebrow.

“Not on your Nelly.”

My grin grew wider. He looked so pissed.

“Do them.”

“No.”

“Yes.”

“No.”

Our voices were steadily growing louder and I was grateful that there weren’t many people about.

“Shut the fuck up José!”

He lunged at me, and grabbed my upper arms holding me steady. He loomed over me, angry brown eyes piercing into my green ones.

“What the f-”I was cut off by the mash of his lips to mine.

I think I made a surprised squeak but I couldn’t be sure. I could only focus on his luscious lips on mine. Memories of that fateful one night stand flashed through my brain making me whimper at the thought. His tongue smoothed along my lips, begging to be let in.

Wait, something about this doesn’t seem right. Oh yeah, he doesn’t want a relationship with you. With great effort I managed to pry my mouth from his.

“What the hell Awan?”

He just looked down at me again, his brown eyes slightly darkened by lust.

“You look so hot when you’ve been kissed,” His eyes flickered down to my now swollen lips.

“Whaa?” Yeah I was very coherent at that moment. He smiled again and swooped down to plant a deeper kiss on my lips. His hand snaked up my body and cupped my neck, playing with the lightly curled strands at the nape. I shuddered.

My right hand came up from dangling at my side to grab a fistful of his hair. While my left one rested on his leanly muscled chest. The warmth seeped through his shirt, making me want more of him.

He suddenly jerked on my hair, pulling my head back and breaking our mouths apart. I let out a gasp. His lips and tongue started to attack my neck. Nipping, sucking and licking at any available skin. Man he was gunna bruise me!

Wait- what am I saying? We should stop-ooohh do that again. His tongue had found a particularly sensitive spot on my neck, just below my pulse point. He started sucking. I let out a breathy groan.

He started to back me up until I felt something hard against my lower back. I looked down to see it was the photocopier. I stared back at Awan, he looked mussed. His hair was messy, a bit had escaped its usual tail hanging in front of his chocolate eyes. His lips were swollen. He looked delectable.

He started fiddling with my belt and struggled to get it undone. Finally he pulled the black leather from the belt loops and let it fell to the floor with a loud “clunk”. He then started to unzip my trousers; I could feel myself starting to swell even more. God, he was so hot.

He pushed my trousers and boxers to the floor and grabbed my ass. He lifted my up onto the photocopier behind me. I could feel the cool glass of the scanner on my butt, it felt nice.

He started to fondle me, his large hand warm as it pumped up and down my stiff shaft. I let my head fall back with a groan.

“God, Awan. That feels soo good!” I managed out in a breathy whisper.

He grunted. His eyes were focused on his hand, watching it as it engulfed my now leaking penis. He continued to jack me off, while I moaned and writhed pitifully.

God I was so close.

He suddenly bent down and engulfed me in his warm wet mouth. He licked the top of my head and that was enough to send me over the edge. I moaned as I came. Awan swallowed all of me, making sure not to miss a drop. He stood up licking his lips and straightened his tie.

“Mr Warner!” A shout from down the hall made me jump out of my skin. Oh shit! We can’t be caught like this. I could feel my heart thud in my chest. Fuck!

I scrambled out of Awan’s grasp and quickly pulled up my trousers. I smoothed out my shirt, trying to make myself look presentable. Awan didn’t look at all stressed. His dark trousers just about hid the bulge in his pants.

I could hear Mr Jared’s footsteps as he came down the hall.

“Ah! Here you are Mr Warner.” He looked in my direction. “Mr Arbarca, I hope there are no problems?”

Shit! I noticed my belt on the floor.

I tried to discreetly move in that direction and managed to block Mr Jared from seeing it just in time. He looked in my direction and waited for my answer.

“Oh no Sir, everything’s fine,” My voice sounded a little strange, even to me.

Mr Jared regarded us with a thoughtful stare.

“I hope the photocopies are ready?”

Oh shit! I checked the machine. Luckily there was no evidence of our previous romp, just a few smears on the glass, which could be mistaken as finger smears. I let out a relieved sigh.

“Mr Arbarca are the photocopies done?”

“Yes Sir, they’re right here,” I said as I quickly handed him the stack of warm paper.

“Good, meet me in my office,” he said as he walked off.

Phew, that was close. I bent down a picked up my belt, putting it on efficiently.

I chanced a glance at Awan, to see him looking pleased with himself.

“Awan what was that about?” I asked.

He avoided my gaze.

“Mr Jared’s waiting,” His deep voice said as he walked in the direction of the office.

He avoided my question. My god are we gonna talk after this meeting! Even if I have to tie him up!

I don’t get him Mr- I- don’t-want-a-relationship-you’re-a-one-night-stand. What a liar!

I wondered into Mr Jared’s office and shut the door behind me. Awan was sat in one of the brown leather chairs in front of the desk.

I plonked myself down in the matching chair next to Awan.

Mr Jared was looking through the photocopies. Humming and making interesting noises. He got to the end of the pile and his eyebrows rose. At first he looked shocked, and then a sly grin passed over his features.

“Why, I never knew my office boys had such fine asses,” He grinned.

I was confused. What? I looked in Awan’s direction to see him looking equally as lost.

“What sir?” he asked.

Mr Jared’s blue eyes were sparkling with amusement as he turned the piece of paper in our direction.

I sputtered. My eyes going wide. I could hear Awan chuckle a bit.

I can’t believe this.

There on the paper, was a perfect black and white photocopy of my ass.

Oh Lord, Kill me now.

Reviews -

KD- haha remind me not to get on your bad side! Thanks for the review =)

Distant Raen- I'm glad you liked it. Yeah I love Tony and Andy too, there shall be more of them later!

Aduial- Ah thank you so much for your lovely review! Please make sure your seat back is screwed in right, I don't want you dying and not being able to update your awesome stories *nudgenudge*

Kryst Sutures- You're such a faithful reviewer! Thank you muchly! You and you pervertidness, there might be some of José and his boss later.

Zelassi- PMT is the same as PMS, that's why Awan got so mad. If there's ever any English things you don't get don't hesitate to ask! Thanks for the review =)

Aleks- Thanks for reviewing, as I said before they may be some boss action ;)