| Xander flicked at the fingertips trailing across his earlobe and tuned all of his attention to the stack of paperwork in front of him. In moments, the fingertips were back, tracing across the delicate rim and brushing over the fleshy lobe. He shrugged, pushing the fingers out of the way, and turned back to purchase orders he'd not yet approved back at the site.
"Stopit!" he grumbled, and mentally figured how the increase in lumber costs would effect the budget he'd proposed the week before. A single finger began trailing down his throat, plucking at theV where his shirt and loosened, blue tie hung open. The first button opened easily and Xander felt hot breath on his neck. "Xander," Andrew sing-songed, plucking the second button open easily. "What?" If the Kaminski job went over budget, they might lose the Wildon account from word of mouth and-- "Do you wanna…? You know…do you?" Xander gripped his pen harder and let his gaze flick briefly toward his eager lover. "I'm busy right now, Andrew. Things will slow down next week. I promise." "Next week?" Andrew shrieked. "Seven days? 168 hours? 10,080 minutes?" "Please don't calculate seconds, Andrew. I'm really busy." "Well…I could help! I could…relieve stress or something. I could give you a massage or bring you refreshing beverages or--" "Andrew! I'm busy! Chill out!" Xander barked, tapping angrily at his laptop and checking it with the figures on the papers in in front of him. He could almost *feel* the pout as Andrew stomped off to the kitchen. The one-eyed man dropped his pen and ran his hands through his hair. It wasn't Andrew's fault. They'd both been working so much lately--Xander especially. He rubbed at his undamaged eye and turned his attention to the work in front of him. If he could finish this tonight, then maybe tomorrow he'd get home before seven and he and Andrew could go someplace nice. With that happy thought, he let himself get lost in his work. Twenty minutes later, he became aware of movement in the hallway directly in front of him. Two minutes after that, he heard the sound of CDs being bumped as Andrew sorted through then. Xander began pushing through the files on the table, looking for the Wildon file. There was more movement Xander barely acknowledged and then the CD player began to play. Music began reverberating through the room and Xander could see Andrew dancing in the doorway the way he did when he was vacuuming. Except Andrew had vacuumed the day before. That was strange. "I'm too sexy for…" Xander let his gaze settle briefly on the young man in time to see him yank a Space: Above and Beyond t-shirt over his head. Andrew spun it lightly over his head and let it loose. It swung in a graceful arc through the air and landed, appropriately enough, on Xander's laptop. "This is really lame, Andrew. Come on. I have work to do." Andrew kicked off each shoe, flipping them down the hall of their small apartment. Now he stood with naked feet and naked chest, writhing surprisingly sinuously to Right Said Fred. {ha!} "I'm a model and you know what it means when I do my little turn on the catwalk…" "Really lame, Andrew. Lame-o-rama. I've got, uh…I've got…" Andrew popped open his jeans, locking his eyes with his lover. Xander licked his lips. "Lots of--of work to do. And, uh…" Andrew lowered the zipper and let his jeans hang off of his hips. Instead of letting them fall, however, he began rubbing his own chest, pinching at his nipples. Xander began to pant and found himself crossing his legs. With a brief clenching of his ass, Andrew's loose jeans fell from his hips, leaving him in Spongebob boxers. "I need to work…I have to…" Andrew kicked away his jeans and slid his hands under the waistband off his boxers. He grabbed his own cock, and turned so that Xander was exposed to his back. He quickly moved his hands to his hips and bent at his waist, sliding his hands down the sides of his legs and letting his underwear fall to the ground. Xander rubbed at his hardening erection through his pants. Andrew continued to move to the ridiculous music. As the song came to an end, Xander found his will power again. "I get it, Andrew. You're horny and I haven't been paying any attention to you--" Andrew shushed him by raising his index finger. Xander obliged to humor his naked and somewhat hard lover. Andrew bent down and lifted a small paper bag. Xander began to interrupt again but was quieted by a sharp scowl from Andrew. Then the blond boy reached into the bag and smiled with mock innocence at Xander. First he removed a large sheet, which he unfolded and carefully placed on the ground. Andrew gingerly stepped onto the sheet, watching Xander's gaze follow him. Then, when he knew he had Xander's attention, he removed a large bottle of Hershey's Syrup. "Wha--whatcha gonna do with that?" Xander mumbled, rubbing again at his painfully restricted erection. Andrew just winked and opened the bottle. The he began shooting experimental squirts of chocolate over his shoulders and chest. Andrew dipped fingering the sticky chocolate and took his coated finger into his mouth, moving it in and out suggestively. Xander tried to avert his eye. He had work to do. So much work… Andrew began dripping the chocolate substance over his length. When his dick was sufficiently coated, he began to smear the syrup over his length with his hand. Andrew dropped the bottle to the ground. One hand continued to stroke himself to hardness while the other ran over his chest, tracing a giant heart into the chocolate on his skin. Finally, he looked to Xander and spoke. "I. Heart. Xander." Then he scratched self-consciously at his cheek, leaving a fat, brown smudge. The dark-haired man couldn’t stop staring at the white heart marked into the chocolate and the chocolate thumbprint. Slowly, Xander set down his pen and stood. His jaw was set, his gaze serious. Andrew averted his eyes nervously. Suddenly, Xander was crossing the room quickly, taking Andrew's face in his hands, and crushing his mouth brutally. When he finally allowed Andrew to breathe, Xander's tongue snaked out and began gently licking at the thumbprint. "Thought...thought you were busy…" Xander buried his face in Andrew's sticky chest, licking and nuzzling between tiny wet nipples as Andrew giggled. "Found some time in my schedule." "I'm glad…Xander? You're gonna get your clothes all chocolaty," Andrew gasped as Xander's roving tongue moved lower. "Then take them off." Andrew fumbled at the buttons of Xander's shirt while Xander worked at his pants. Xander made a low growling sound when he realized he had to stop kissing Andrew to remove his suit pants without getting any more chocolate on them. When he was finally free, he knelt and grabbed the discarded chocolate bottle. "Lay down." Andrew giggled again and spread out as best as he could on the sheet. Xander began spreading more of the thin brown substance over Andrew's body, writing his first name, then last, over Andrew's legs while Andrew laughed. "You are a big, fat, Chocolate Slut!" "Guilty." Xander recoated Andrew's now-hard cock. "Just the way you like me," he said, leaving a messy chocolate kiss on they younger man's mouth. Then, with only a wicked grin for warning, he crawled down Andrew's body and took his cock into his mouth. Andrew sighed happily as Xander alternated between licking him clean, recoating him, and massaging the chocolate into the weeping length. When he could take no more care, Andrew came with a satisfied groan, pressing his cock into Xander's messy brown face. Xander began licking him clean for real, salty spunk and sweet chocolate melded together. "You taste delicious," he said seriously and Andrew smiled. "Thank you. Bet *you* taste even better." Andrew moved to take Xander's cock into his mouth, his hand, his body, anywhere he could to make Xander feel good. Xander moaned happily, then gasped as Andrew stopped. "What are you doing? Or not doing, I guess…" "Incentive." "Incentive?" Xander had trouble processing Andrew's words through the lust haze he was currently drowning in. Andrew was breathing hard, his red lips were swollen and he licked a stray drop of chocolate off. "Uh, huh," Andrew shot a wicked glance toward Xander's laptop. The he wrapped his one hand around Xander's cock and the other around the chocolate syrup bottle, still a third full. Tilting his head, Andrew said, "I'm going to bed. Join me when your *work* is done. I'm very sticky, though, and totally in need of a shower. If I don't see you soon, I might have to wash this off myself." Andrew gave a faux sexy pout and then stood and rubbed a chocolaty hand across Xander's forehead, unintentionally smoothing chocolate into his hair. Then he turned and went into their bedroom, leaving brown toe prints along their carpet. It wouldn't be the first time they'd had their carpets cleaned for this reason. He could call the carpet place from work. And, Xander thought as he gazed at his laptop, it wouldn't be the first time that he'd gone in a little early to work on an account. "Hey, Andrew?" Xander called. "Yeah?" Andrew popped his head out of their bedroom. "Why didn't you tell me that I could just go into work early tomorrow?" Andrew narrowed his eyes evilly. "I'm learning that criticism is not nearly as effective as sabotage." ~the end~ |
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