Temping

Haha, couldn't keep myself away from writing this sequel. Thanks so much for your reviews, thanks to them, I went back and made a few changes in Lifts (however, not enough that you have to re-read that, only a few minor changes).

Anyway, this is a sequel to my oneshot Lifts, if you haven't read that, I suggest you do before reading this

Warnings: Dirty talk, PWP (Porn With Plot, as it's turning out), fingering, Hand-job

Based on reviews, I've edited this and feel a bit happier with this, so thanks!

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It had been two months. Two bloody frustrating months.

Two months since James had seen Mark, the man who had assured him that they would see each other again. Maybe he was just saying that to lead James on. He seemed the type to shag and run. In fact, it was probably all a joke! Mark had probably taped it and showed it to his friends. Maybe Mark wasn't even his name. He didn't see like a Mark. He seemed like a Phillip or a Percy. Some posh name.

A lot had happened in two months. The price of everything ever had gone up, it seemed. However, James had finally been accepted by a temping agency. It was bringing in some more money, which was a relief to him. However, the money still wasn't enough to give him or his son any luxuries.

James pursed his lips as he stared intently at the price of milk. Maybe if he stared at it enough, it would go down.

“Daaaad, come on!” His now six-year-old son whined, tugging on James' sleeve. It had been his birthday two days ago and, now he was older, he acted like he owned the world. It made James smile.

“Coming, coming,” James said, lifting out a two litre bottle and dumping it in the shopping trolley. Isaac hated this aisle. He had picked up James' affinity for the warmth, and always wanted to get out of the colder aisles as quickly as possible.

They made their way around the supermarket, buying their usual food, and squabbling over ice cream. Isaac wanted some Haagan-Das, to which James had promptly refused, causing Isaac to stomp off in a huff. Sometimes he didn't get that James couldn't afford the expensive stuff.

They got into another argument in the hair-product aisle.

“Aww! Why do we have to get this boring stuff! It makes my hair feel stiff,” Isaac whined as he shook the bottle of cheap-brand apple shampoo before sliding it back on the shelf. James groaned and took the bottle off, putting it back in the trolley. God he hated shopping, especially when Isaac was in a bad mood, which he evidently was.

“Sorry Izzie, but we can't afford the others,” James told him, ruffling Isaacs hair, before removing his hand, forcing down a grimace and he wiped it on his jeans. “And the reason your hair is so stiff is because you use too much gel.” Which James had to get more of. He should really start styling Isaac's hair so the boy wouldn't do it himself and use gigantic handfuls of the blue gloop.

“Do not!” Isaac snapped, storming over to the opposite shelf. He frowned and picked out a bottle of blue Herbal Essences, opening the cap and sniffing. He then ran over to James, waving the bottle.

“I want this one!” James groaned, running a hand through his hair and tugging the bottle out of Isaacs hands.

“You can't have it, Isaac,” he nearly snarled, but stopped himself. He never took his frustrations out on Isaac and wouldn't start now.

“But... I want it...” Isaac said, hazel eyes filling with tears and bottom lip shaking. James wondered why God hated him.

“Look, how about you pick out any shampoo you want from this shelf, right here?” James bargained, making sure to point out which ones Isaac could choose from. This seemed to cheer Isaac up slightly, and gave James the chance to put the Herbal Essences back on the shelf.

However, on his way back to Isaac and the shopping trolley, he was stopped by a familiar chuckle.

“Cute kid.” James whirled around to see a tall man with golden hair that fell to mid-neck. Huh, he'd grown it out slightly.

“Mark,” James nearly growled out. Mark's lip curled into a smirk. James tried to suppress the sudden flare of arousal at seeing the wicked smile.

“James,” Mark purred out, moving closer and taking his right hand, lifting it to his lips and kissing his knuckles. James pulled his hand away and looked back to see Isaac still happily sniffing the shampoos and conditioners.

“What are you doing here?” James hissed. Mark hardly seemed the type of person to shop in Morrisons. He seemed like the type of person to send servants out to shop in one of the more expensive supermarkets.

“Shopping, what else?” James saw Mark had a basket, but it was empty, and this aisle was nearly at the end of the shop.

“Sure,” James said sarcastically. Mark laughed slightly, seeing the glance towards his basket.

“Okay, you caught me. I was looking for you.” Without any warning, Mark loped an arm around James' waist, pulling him close. James felt his face heat up as people passed by, casting them looks.

“It's been too long,” Mark whispered into his ear before kissing it. James scowled and tried to push him away, but Mark just tightened his grip. “I wish I could push you up against the shelves and ravish you right here, right now, feeling you writhing beneath me and making those lovely little whimpers that you let out last time we were alone.”

James felt himself harden and his blush increased.

“I will soon though, don't you worry,”Mark finished in a low, husky voice.

“Daddy? Whatcha doin'?” James let out a little squeak as he looked down to see Isaac gazing at the two men, eyes wide and curious. Mark grinned, kissed James' neck and then released him, ruffling Isaac's hair.

“I'll see you later, James,” Mark said, sending a smouldering look to James before walking off, shopping basket swinging. James stared at him as he retreated, until a tug at his trousers brought him out of his daze.

“Who was that?” James laughed nervously and patted Isaac on the head, taking off his jacket and holding it in front of him to hide the signs of his arousal.

“No-one, Isaac. Did you pick you the shampoo you wanted?”

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James tapped some computer keys, bored. He had been on this job two days.

He was a secretary, filling in for an old secretary for a couple of weeks while the boss found a new one. The funny thing is, the place he was working had been the place he'd met Mark and then been late for the interview.

He was lucky to get this job. He was the secretary to the owner of the company, the man in the highest position there was. James wasn't sure how he'd got it. He didn't have that many qualifications, and certainly wasn't the best there was from the temping agency.

However, you don't bite the hand that feeds you, or look a gift horse in the mouth, or whatever the saying was nowadays. James didn't complain and didn't ask questions. He was getting handsomely paid for the job, and maybe he'd get to buy Jason his expensive ice-cream this week.

The funny thing was, though, that he hadn't seen the man he was working for. He never seemed to be in whenever James brought him his papers, and it wasn't James' job to get him coffee or food. Whenever the owner entered or left the office, James was never around. He found it disconcerting, but the others who worked there assured him the owner was always like this, and just liked to appear mysterious.

Currently, James was stuck in the office doing overtime, as there was a crisis, something about a shipment not getting in, and most of the workers were required to stay in the office. He'd already called his mum and asked her to keep Isaac for the night, because he wasn't sure what time he'd get home.

James printed out a couple of sheets and stood, knocking on the large double doors that were to the side of his desk. They led to the owner's office, and he merely knocked as a formality, because he doubted anyone would even be in there.

He was extremely surprised when he heard a voice bid him to enter.

James hurriedly opened the door and walked into the brightly lit room. It was a large office, with a few bookcases and a large desk in front of a window that took up most of the wall. The owner obviously made a large sum of money if he could spend this much on just an office.

James walked forward, eyes travelling to the desk, and the man sitting behind it. He had expected it to be some overweight, balding man in his fifties.

But it wasn't.

“M-Mark!” James choked out, eyes bulging and mouth going slack. Bloody Mark! “What are you doing here?”

“Working,” Mark told him, from where he was sat on his monstrous chair, chin propped on one hand, and surveying James with a look of interest.

“You... work here?” Well, of course he worked there. He was in that lift! Mark smirked, seeming to read his thoughts.

“Why else would I be in that lift? This is hardly a place many people visit unless it's business related.”

“Well, I ... I know that,” James muttered, crossing his arms and causing the papers to crumple against his side. He scowled and slid them onto the desk. Mark took them and scanned them, and James took his opportunity to get away. He felt rather angry at Mark for dangling him on a string for the past few days.

“Don't leave,” Mark ordered, putting the papers to one side. “I'll explain everything to you, all right? Just pull up a seat.” Mark gestured to one of the chairs in front of his desk, and James hesitantly sat down, not wanting to make any sudden movements. He then scolded himself for thinking of Mark as a wild animal.

But with the intense look Mark was giving him, he couldn't be blamed.

“So...” James prompted, fiddling with his hands in his lap and feeling unexplainably awkward. It was just such an odd coincidence.

“I'm sorry for the past two months. I was completely swamped. The company got into a bit of trouble, and took up most of my time. Of course I was thinking of you, you always were hard to get out of my head.”

James frowned at that, suspicious

“But that's all out of the way, so I asked for you at your temping agency, fired my old secretary, she was getting far too absent-minded anyway. And... now you're here,” Mark explained, matter-of-factly. James got the feeling he wanted to tag 'so, let's shag' onto the end of it.

“So, that's how I got this job...” James said. “Wait... how did you know I worked at temporary agency? And what about the past couple of days?”

“Oh, well, I didn't want to surprise you at the job, and besides, you look adorable working.” Mark chuckled and James narrowed his eyes at the poor reasoning. “But I couldn't just watch you any longer. I think we should pick up where we left off. I'll wine and dine you and everything, if that's what you're in to.”

Mark was practically ordering him to give them another chance. It made the hair on the back of his neck stand up and he wanted to be angry, maybe even throw a fit like his son so often did.

“You left me for two months for your job and now you're ordering me around.” Mark, who had looked rather expectant, sighed.

“I've already apologised for leaving you, I wouldn't have been able to give you my full attention while work took up most of it. And I'm not ordering you around, I'm giving you a choice,” he argued.

“And if I say no?” Mark visibly deflated, and leant back in his chair. James wasn't sure what to make of this reaction.

“Then there's no guarantee I won't continue to 'woo' you. But I'll respect your decision.”

This is what he calls wooing? James wondered, before shrugging. He got the feeling that this decision was important, especially from the intent way Mark was looking at him. James was extremely curious about him, especially considering his earlier words.

“And if I decide it's not working?” James asked.

“Then I'll leave you alone. Scouts honour,” Mark replied, a tad sarcastically.

“You were a boy scout?” Mark raised an eyebrow, not deeming that with an answer. James knew he had to get past the questioning and make a decision. He could get out of it at any time, and Mark was extremely attractive, if rather commanding.

“Um... sure,” James finally said. Mark had been tensing up as the minutes had gone by and James hadn't said anything, and he slumped in his seat, looking relieved.
“Thank God,” he said, before getting up and practically vaulting over his desk, stopping in front of James and tugging the man into his arms for a passionate kiss. James closed his eyes, hands grabbing the front of Mark's suit as Mark wound his arms around James' back.

Mark groaned as James opened his mouth and allowed his tongue in to plunder. He ravished the mouth, coaxing James' tongue to play with his own, the two rubbing together furiously. Mark's hands slid down to James' ass, beginning to squeeze the cheeks, causing James to thrust against him sharply at the sudden jolt of surprise and pleasure. He ignored the fact that this wasn't exactly 'wining and dining'.

“Ugh, Mark,” James gasped as he broke off the kiss to rest his forehead against Mark's, shocked at the flaming arousal that was ignited by the man's kiss and touch. He was rock hard already, and could feel Mark's erection pressed against his hip.

“Mmm, I'm working for you,” James suddenly realised, catching sight of the reports on Mark's desk. He weakly pushed Mark away. “Shouldn't we leave this until after my two weeks is up?”

“I'm the owner of the company, nothing will happen,” Mark tried to persuade him in between kisses. James fixed him with a stern look. “All right, just this once, then we'll wait,” Mark told him. “I can feel that you don't want to wait now, though,” he murmured, punctuating his point by pressing his thigh into James' erection and giving him a wicked smirk.

“Fine, just this once,” James gasped out. He was a man with pressing needs.

Mark gave him a charming smile before beginning to kiss and lick the skin behind his ear, moving on to sucking on his earlobe. James shuddered as Mark's hot breath panted over the skin cooled by his saliva.

Mark suddenly sat down on the chair James had been on and pulled James into his lap, James sitting on Mark's erection. He gasped and thrust sharply against James, who ground down on him.

Mark began to unzip his trousers as he sucked on James' neck. James was undoing his tie and unbuttoning his shirt, groaning as Mark lowered his zip, tortuously slow. He could practically feel the movement of the teeth being undone, one by one.

Finally, Mark undid his trousers and pushed them down as much as he could with James still sat on his lap, following them with James' underwear. For a moment, Mark did nothing, studying James' exposed cock. James groaned and thrust forward.

“Impatient, are we?” Mark asked, smug. James narrowed his eyes and wiggled his hips, causing Mark to gasp at the friction on his own clothed erection. James lowered his hands to undo Mark's trousers, not taking as much time as Mark had, practically ripping the button and zipper open.

“No underwear?” James asked breathlessly, not sure why he felt a sudden surge of heat. Mark laughed.

“I sort of predicted this was going to happen,” he said confidently, before grabbing both of their cocks and pressing them together, effectively ending the conversation.

James groaned, grabbing Mark's shoulders and levering himself so his ass ground down on Mark's erection, his own thrusting against Mark's stomach. Mark's hands flew to James' ass as he groaned.

James rubbed against Mark's stomach, leaning forward to kiss Mark, who eagerly returned it, tongue meeting James' and hands fondling his butt, finger rubbing against his entrance. James frowned slightly, pulling back.

“Will this hurt?” he asked against Mark's lips, wondering if Mark was going to go all the way. Mark cocked an eyebrow.

“You're a virgin back here?” he questioned, surprised. James nodded, biting his lip. Crap, he managed to ruin it. Sure, he'd rutted with a few guys, sucked them off and been sucked off, but he'd never done everything, his only experience of shagging having been with his wife.

“Don't worry, I'll take it slow,” Mark assured him. “Wrap yourself around me,” he ordered James, who raised his eyebrows, but did as he was ordered. Mark suddenly stood up, causing James to yelp, certain he was about to slide right off of Mark's body. However, between Mark's strong grip on him, and James practically clawing Mark's back, he managed to stay on.

Mark moved around the desk, sitting in his own chair, James back on his lap. He reached forward and opened one of the drawers on his desk, taking out a tube.

“Lubricant,” Mark told him, holding up the lube. James narrowed his eyes. “Know what it is?”

“Of course I know,” James snarled, feeling thoroughly humiliated. Mark obviously thought he was some stupid virgin.

“Just teasing,” Mark said, pulling James to him and kissing his lips gently, before opening the tube and squeezing some lubricant onto his fingers. He wrapped his arms around James, who shifted slightly, nervousness making his erection flag slightly.

However, Mark didn't do anything to his arse. Instead, he began to kiss James' neck again, one hand coming back to rub at his left nipple, covered by his shirt. James moaned softly, moving his groin against Mark's, their erections rubbing together. Mark pinched his nipple before squeezing the nub, then sliding up his shirt to access his right one.

James groaned as Mark's tongue swept up his neck, before he bit just under his jaw, nibbling on the skin.

Suddenly, Mark brushed a finger across James' wrinkled entrance, then began to push the finger inside. James clenched instinctively.

“Relax, love,” Mark murmured into his ear, kissing the shell softly. He moved his finger a bit more and James tried to relax against the intrusion.

When Mark's finger was all the way in, he didn't move it, letting James get used to to the feeling of something up his arse.

Mark's other hand moved from James' nipple, down his chest and stomach, and brushed against his erection, stroking it slowly, using the pre-cum to make the strokes smoother.

He thrust his finger slightly, wiggling it around. James groaned at the feeling, not sure whether to pull away or thrust back. Mark drew his finger out half way and pushed it back in, before doing it again.

James gasped sharply as a sudden jolt of fire shot through him, almost painful in it's pleasure.

“Oh, God,” James groaned, and Mark chuckled, pulling James close to himself so he could rut against him as he finger fucked him.

Mark's finger brushed that spot again and James' head fell back as he began to thrust against Mark's fingers, before grinding forward into Mark. Mark helped him settle into a rhythm of gyrating against Mark's erection and back against his finger.

James was moaning loudly, arms around Mark's shoulder and his clothed chest pressed against Mark's. Mark was groaning as well, the feeling of their erections against each other causing the coil in his stomach, brought on by arousal, to tighten.

James' hand suddenly crept down to fist both of their cocks, and that, combined with Mark's finger hitting his prostrate near constantly, caused him to spill over the edge, groaning out Mark's name as he hit his climax.

Mark watched James' face as he orgasmed, and thrust against James once more, gasping as James' hand tightened on his cock, before he found himself following James, riding on the waves of his climax.

James slumped onto Mark, who's finger slid out of his ass. He felt immobile, completely wiped out by the best orgasm he had ever experienced.

“God,” James breathed out. Mark sighed in satisfaction.

“Just call me Mark,” he told James, who grinned and lightly hit his arm before the two fell into a comfortable silence, James snuggled against Mark as the two attempted to catch their breath.

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I feel slightly happier with this, Mark's less wimpy, and James is a bit less 'vapid', which I think was what made me not like it as much. Mark's also coming across as stalkerish, but he's not really... ;;evil chuckle;;

Ah well, if you can think of anything that seems wrong with it, tell me in a review! Haha :D

Thanks to:

Reike, Aleks, Koira, Minayo, jana_s, Phoenix Guardian, lesly, Din Kelion, l.f, tehsun, Penis Pixie, TwistedHilarity, Anon, Oron, bambi4real, -KnifeGoesDown-, Kuromei

You guys rock my socks.

As to any sequels, well, that's for you to decide. I do have a few ideas if I do continue this.

Thanks for reading and review, I love 'em, and constructive criticism is extremely helpful ;)