Perfectly (or The Stakeout)

AN: Hello! This is just an itty bit of smut I wrote a while back. I might make it a story, if people want me to, but right now it's a oneshot. So please review!

Much Love
Dee


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Perfectly
by: Dee

"Perfectly," I say, "It worked perfectly."

Ramses turns to me and rolls his eyes. I glare at him, and redirect my attention to the woman screaming on the other end of my cell phone.

Charise is knee deep in one of her rants now, but I could care less. I'm more worried about how I'm going to get out of that lie later- because
the business deal had been anything but perfect.

And the "compensation" Charise had suggested we offer AmeriTech in exchange for their assistance- yeah, that did -not- go over well.

But -Charise- cannot know that.

Because I am Mateo Ignatius Sanchez, a twenty-four year old businessman killing himself trying to climb the goddamn corporate ladder.
I will not be fired.

I -cannot- be fired.

I hang up the phone at the end of my boss' rant and sigh, turning to my co-worker.

"Alright, here's the plan."

Ramses groans and I ignore him pointedly.

"We follow the AmeriTech guys around for a couple of days, see what makes 'em tick; then we'll have a better idea of what to offer them for
their help. Charise isn't expecting us back for at least a week."

Ramses looks at me, running a hand through dark, curley hair. "So.....we're stalkers?"

I glare. "Pretty much."

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The pair of binoculars on the dash make me feel very....... clishe, really.

Ramses is in the passengers' seat, looking as bored as hell. I peer out through the misty windshield, groaning.

The AmeriTech group is not back yet.

And it's raining.

And it's cold.

With a sigh I settle back into my seat.

Shivering, I make a futile effort to adjust the heat; it's no use, this stupid rental car hates me.

Ramses' arm loops around my shoulders, and I blink in surprise as he gestures for me to crawl over to him.

Shrugging, I do, it's not like there's anyone watching, for once loving my short, small frame, and I sit on Ramses' strong, muscular leg,
clucthing at the body heat around me.

I'm not reallly aware that it's -Ramses-, my co-worker, my -employee- that's holding me until a few moments later, when his hands start
to travel sensually up my back.

I turn my head, glance at him, and he pauses and grins at me.

I shiver once more, this time not from the cold.

He leans down, not breaking eye contact, and begins to plant kisses down my neck. I start to push him away, but he grabs my hand,
eyes half lidded, voice deep as he whispers:

"Mateo..."

He kisses each finger and then the palm, dragging his tounge along my wrist.

A whimper escapes my throat and Ramses' gaze fixes on my face.

Before I know what's going on, he's kissing me brutally, my back digging into the glove compartment. That's when I remember exactly
where we are.

"Ramses," I manage to choke out through the kiss, "Ramses, I-"

I feel his smile against my lips when I say his name, and an unknown feeling bursts through my heart.

Ramses' lips begin to paw at my adam's apple, and I've lost any thought of stopping this- whatever -this- is.

His strong, muscular hands massage my back and sides. They start to move lower, and I yelp as he grips my ass, kneading the skin through my clothes.

"Ramses, what-"

He silences me with a kiss to bruised lips, pushing his tounge in my mouth.

The pressure of his fingers on my ass dissapears, and with shock I realize he's pulling off my blazer, throwing it to the driver's seat. He moves on to the white
button down shirt, and it scares me to feel his fingers shaking with need.

Ramses is not needy.

At least, not the Ramses I know.

The Ramses I know is cool and collected. The Ramses I know would not come on to his boss needily.

The Ramses I know.....

Maybe, I don't know Ramses very well at all.

My shirt falls between his feet, forgotten.

He stares at my chest and licks his lips lightly. The saliva glisens, and I swallow audibly.

Tenativly, he brushes a finger across a dusky brown nipple, and I let out an involentary squeak.

The low laugh he gave sent all my blood straight to my groin.

Ramses leans over, a bit of his old confidence back, and begins to lap at my nipple, mouthing it. I let out a soft moan, and he bites. Hard.

"Ramses!"

"You're so sensitive, Mateo."

"Uh...screw you!"

"Other way around, boss."

I open my mouth to retort, but I feel his hands worm their way into my pants and I freeze.

Oh....Ramses is....good with his hands, I'll admit that.

As he's stroking me, I realize that I've done little to nothing for him, so I lean forward, pressing our bodies closer together.

Without thinking about it, I reach down and undo his pants, grasping his cock in my hand, stroking in a practiced motion.

He gasps and stops moving, only shivering slightly, as if the slightest movement will make me stop.

I buck against his hand needily, and he gasps and swallows gently.

"Mateo... I...."

I catch his lips with mine, silencing him. He shudders in pleasure.

Slowly, I slip my free hand down as I push my groin closer to his.

Both of my hands wrap as far around our cocks and his hand. The animal-like growl he gives off makes me release the breathy sigh I'd been trying to hold in.

My entire body is lit up like Times Square on New Year's, and then somehow his other hand covers mine and all of our hands are -moving-.

I'm making little whimpering sounds and I'm being shoved harder and faster against the dash, as Ramses puts more pressure on me with every stroke.

He's grunting, biting at my neck and chest, leaving marks that, I'm sure, will last for days.

I look down to where our passsions meet.

A drop of precum slowly slips and slides down the head of his member and drops thickly onto my hand.

Following the strangest urge, I bring my hand up to my lips and lick until I can no longer taste Ramses, distintly saltly, on my tounge.

Ramses' strokes slow to an almost torturous pace. I glance up, mewling wantonly, and see him gazing at me with so much desire in his eyes that I feel a twinge
of fear.

He pushes me against the dash, thrusting his tounge into my mouth, grabbing both our dicks and stroking; squeezing hard.

I spread my legs with a moan, and he strokes faster.

Much too soon, I come, my seed spurting onto his tan stomach. He follows, and I feel his hot desire coat my flesh in a thick, warm cover.

After a few moments of panting, we collaspse into the passenger's seat.

I feel his hand entwine with mine and, even though the consequenses of what we've just done are ringing in my ears, I bury my head in his chest, and smile.

Maybe this business trip worked out perfectly after all.



TBC...............?



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