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If you’d thought that working in an office was anything like The Office, you’d be wrong. Frank was very, very wrong. It was uncomfortable, stuffy, and fucking boring. Over the past years he’d risen the ranks and made it to the position of manager, the big boss, the coveted role. But Frank felt no sense of achievement. When he’d first started, he was fresh faced, enthusiastic, and honestly just looking for a temporary position to earn some cash while his band ‘took off’. They didn’t take off. Far from it. Pencey Prep fell apart and Frank was stuck here. He’d practically become manager by default at this point. He didn’t even really know what his job was, he fiddled around on his computer, sometimes wandered around the cubicles making light conversation with his employees and answered the phone when his secretary forwarded calls to him. That was rare, however. Mostly he just sat in his office, twiddling his thumbs, waiting for 5pm. His secretary was perhaps the only saving grace of his capitalist prison, scribbling lopsided smiley faces onto his notes, or flashing knowing grins at him from behind his desk. His name was Gerard. They didn’t speak too often, mostly communicating through corporate emails or small comments before a call was put through, but Frank was grateful for him anyway. He found himself smiling as he sat behind his desk, as he did every fucking day, when a timid knock on his door interrupted his train of thought. He could see Gerard through the glass, sticky note in hand, and he motioned for him to come in.
“What’s up?” He straightened out his shirt and tie as Gerard opened the door.
“Just a note, higher up wanted me to pass on a message; something about expenses. Think you should be expecting a fax soon.” Gerard explained, placing the note on the edge of his desk. Frank could see the classic smiley face on the corner and looked up to see Gerard smiling down at him.
“Thanks Gerard.”
“No problem.” He smiled warmly again, and Frank’s heart almost skipped a beat. Almost. He wasn’t about to cause an HR meltdown by becoming involved with his secretary. “Oh, and I was wondering— I know it’s not five yet, but would you mind if I got outta here a little early?”
Frank tilted his head to the side.
“Yeah, of course you can. Why? You got a hot date?” He joked, adjusting himself in his chair. Gerard laughed.
“Oh, maybe.” He looked at his shoes, shuffling slightly as he swayed on the spot. “I’ll see you tomorrow, thank you, Sir.” And he turned to leave, shutting the door gently behind him. Frank didn’t know how to feel about that. He watched as Gerard shrugged on his coat, bundling himself up in a scarf and pulling his keys out his pocket. A date. That must be nice. It was good to know Gerard had some sort of a life outside of the office. A date. He hoped Gerard had a good evening. A date. Something sick and twisted jabbed at Frank’s gut, a venomous little feeling that rose through his abdomen. He’d started to regret letting Gerard get off early for a date. Frank rubbed his face with his hands and sighed. Nope, never mind, let the man have a life. You barely know him. He thought to himself, leaning back in his chair and rocking absentmindedly. But as the clock ticked past 5pm, he was still thinking about Gerard.
A few days passed before Frank and Gerard spoke again. This time, they’d passed in the breakroom, Gerard filling the coffee machine as Frank walked in.
“Morning, Sir.” He glanced up, long fingers pressing a button that sent the machine whirring. “Want a cup?”
Gerard motioned vaguely to the machine and Frank nodded.
“Yeah, please.”
Gerard smiled and stood back, folding his arms and slightly cocking a hip to the side. Frank couldn’t stop his eyes from raking over his figure, admiring the way his slacks clung to his legs. They were definitely women’s cut. Gerard cleared his throat lightly and Frank abruptly shifted his gaze, deciding to look anywhere but at Gerard. His cheeks grew hot, and he looked at the floor, shifting his feet.
“So, uh— You have a good night on Monday?” He heard himself speaking before he’d even thought. Gerard looked slightly confused. Maybe he shouldn’t have asked.
“Monday?” He fiddled with the coffee machine again, pressing another button as Frank watched his hands. His brow was furrowed, and his eyes squinted slightly, as if trying to recall what on earth Frank was talking about. “Oh! Monday!” He laughed, “Yeah, I had a good time, thank you, Sir.”
Frank felt a shiver run up his spine. He couldn’t tell whether it was a flicker of jealousy, or the way that Gerard called him ‘Sir’. Either way, it made him slightly hot under the collar, and he reached up to adjust his tie. He hummed in response as Gerard poured their cups. He didn’t need to ask if Frank wanted milk or sugar, he’d made him coffee enough times to know how he liked it. Frank knew how Gerard liked it too, just black. He wondered what else Gerard liked. How he liked his toast in the morning, or what he’d order at a restaurant, or how he liked to be treated in bed. Whether he’d be obedient and willing, or defiant, fighting a battle he knows he can’t win. He wondered what Gerard would look like on his knees, dishevelled and oh so fucked, or perhaps spread out on the sheets, writhing with lust and want. He pictured him to be the archetype of pure ecstasy, eyes held shut and, oh, the sounds he’d make. Frank was willing to bet Gerard was loud. All high-pitched whimpers and breathy moans, sobbing as he got closer and closer—
“Are you alright, Sir?”
Fuck. Frank zoned back in, his eyes meeting Gerard’s as he searched his face, expression wrought with concern. His hand was outstretched with Frank’s cup of coffee, wavering slightly.
“Yeah, I’m—” he coughed, “I’m alright. Sorry.” He took the cup from Gerard and hastily made his way back to his office. His head was swimming with thoughts, filthy, perverted thoughts, all about his secretary, who’d just been trying to be nice to him. He loosened his tie and sat in his chair, head in his hands, mug of coffee growing cold as his mind raced.
All day, Frank thought about Gerard. He’d shut himself in his office and drawn the blinds, refusing to speak to anyone as he tried desperately to calm down. He leant back in his seat and ran a hand through his hair, mind still flooded with thoughts of Gerard. Gerard kneeling in front of him, Gerard’s slender fingers on his length, Gerard’s throat littered with bruises that he’d given him, fuck. Frank felt his cock twitch in his pants, pulse racing at the mere thought of getting his hands on him. He double checked that his door was locked, and the blinds were drawn, and hastily fumbled with his zipper. This was so wrong. Frank had jerked off in his office before, only once, and the shame that followed was unbearable, but he was desperate for relief, erection straining against his boxers, tip leaking with hunger for Gerard. He spat into his palm and finally got a hand on himself, hissing at the sensation, and immediately started jerking himself at a break-neck pace. He didn’t want to draw this out, this just wasn’t the time or place. His mind was flashing with images of Gerard, drawing out rough gasps and groans from his throat. He softened his grip and tried to imagine Gerard’s hands on him, and bit back a moan as he closed his eyes and pictured the scene. He inhaled deeply, chasing his non-existent scent, his delicate floral cologne and a hint of sweat. He’d give anything to smell Gerard right now. To see him. To hear him. What he did hear, however, was the phone ring. Shit. Frank normally picked up instantly, it wasn’t as if he had anything else to do, but he wasn’t exactly in the position to be answering the phone right now. But then again, he wasn’t really in the position to receive a knock at the door, Gerard trying to peek through the blinds to check if he was alright. So, he picked up, hand still on his dick, trying his best to sound composed and come up with an excuse.
“Yeah?” He strained, breathing a little louder than he would have liked. His fist was still working, hastily chasing his climax, just to get it over with at this point.
“Afternoon, Sir,” Gerard replied. Fuck, he sounded so good all the time, his voice music to Frank’s ears, “got a client on line one, shall I put her through?”
Frank muffled a groan.
“Hm, no, thank you, not— mm, right now. I’ll call her back.” He tried, voice trembling as he pictured Gerard once more.
“Okay, I’ll let her know.” Gerard replied. “Have a good afternoon, Sir.”
Shit, shit, shit. That was what did it. Frank had to bite his free hand as Gerard emphasised the word ‘sir’, sending him over the edge, and all over his fist. He squinted his eyes shut and tried to focus on not panting like a dog over the phone as he came, but Gerard’s voice was echoing in his head.
“Sir?”
“Yeah, yeah. Thanks, Gerard.” Frank hung up the phone. A brief worry about sounding rude flashed in his mind, but it was hard to stay focussed on as he rode out his high, sighing deeply when his hand stilled. As the familiar wave of regret washed over him, Frank figured he was probably the least professional branch manager in the whole world.
A day later, Frank was in utter disarray. He’d come in at 9am, as always, smiled at Gerard behind his desk, as always, and then sat down in his office, as always. A perfectly normal start to his perfectly normal day. He was choosing not to think about the events that had transpired the day before, or the events of that night (four times) for that matter and had decided to forget about the whole thing. That was, until he’d received a tentative knock at the door whilst he was pretending to click buttons on his computer. It was Gerard. He could always tell.
“Yep, come on in.” He called, and watched as the door handle turned slowly, and a long, tight-clad leg attached to a leather heeled boot stepped into the room. What the actual fuck. Gerard was wearing his usual blazer and shirt, tie hung slightly looser around his neck than normal, and a grey skirt, the hem resting at the middle of his full thighs. If Frank had opened his mouth, he would have drooled. Gerard smiled, as always, and made his way over to Frank’s desk to place a note, as if everything was normal. Frank, however, was sweating. His eyes roamed up and down Gerard’s legs, drinking in the sight of him. His heels clicked as he walked, and the sway of his hips nearly gave Frank an aneurism.
“Just a note,” He looked deeply into Frank’s eyes as he handed it to him, “I hope you’re having a good morning, Sir.”
The emphasis on the title was unmissable, and Frank could have sworn Gerard had shot him a wink as he turned and walked away. He wasn’t too sure though, as he was more absorbed with staring directly as Gerard’s ass as he left, shifting in his seat as he mumbled a feeble ‘thank you’. He looked down into his lap. Oh, come on.
Frank managed to hold out until 5pm today, the mind-numbing buzz of the office was enough to put him in a somewhat respectable state, his cock only half-hard in his pants. He wasn’t sure if he could face the drive back home however, so he opted for waiting for everyone to leave, before finally emerging from his office to grab a drink of water before, well, getting on with it. He opened the door and collided chest first with Gerard, who was standing there with his hand raised, about to knock.
“Oh! Um, Gerard! W- What are you doing here still? Isn’t it past five?” He stuttered, deliberately angling his crotch away from the man in front of him. He could smell his cologne, that soft, fruity scent that drove him insane. His dick jumped at the thought, urged him to just lean in closer and breathe him in.
“I was just about to let you know,” Gerard brought his hand down, “I’m working late as well tonight, so if you need anything…” He paused. A knowing pause, Frank thought. “Let me know, Sir.”
Frank’s breath caught in his throat, and he coughed slightly.
“Thanks. Gerard. I’ll, uh, let you know.” He stumbled over his words and looked off into the distance, willing his semi to go down for just a minute.
“Seriously,” Gerard continued as Frank finally looked at him again, “anything you need, sir, tell me.” Frank watched as Gerard broke their eye contact, his eyes dragging down to Frank’s embarrassingly noticeable bulge in his pants. “I could always just sit in your office. I mean, there’s not much point sitting in two separate rooms if it’s… just us… right? I can work in there with you.” He suggested, eyes darkening slightly. “That is, if it’s no trouble.”
Frank couldn’t say no. Instead, he stood back, and allowed Gerard to come into the room, perching on the chair opposite Frank’s desk as he shut the door. Frank knew Gerard couldn’t actually work in here, there was only one computer, but the selfish part of him thought, hoped, that work wasn’t what Gerard was insinuating. However, Gerard pulled a notebook and pen out of his pocket and started scribbling. They sat in a tense silence for a good few minutes, the only sounds being the clicking of Frank’s keyboard or the scratch of Gerard’s pen against paper. They looked at each other frequently, occasionally catching the other doing the same and hurriedly glancing back at whatever work they were pretending to do. Frank’s cock was standing at full attention now, aching against his boxers and begging to be touched, and Gerard’s presence was making the fact all the more unbearable. His skirt was riding up slightly where he sat, and Frank couldn’t help his gaze from locking on the skin of his thighs, or what he could see of it under his tights. Gerard met his gaze once again, a sly, seductive grin creeping across his face.
“You seem a little flustered, Sir.” He said, stare unwavering.
Frank cleared his throat. “It’s nothing, don’t worry.” Gerard cocked his head to the side and tilted his chin upwards a little, exposing his neck.
“I see the way you look at me.” He drawled, and leaned in, placing his notepad on the desk. “Do you like my outfit today, Sir?”
Frank didn’t know what to do. His blood was running spitefully hot, straight to his dick, so hard it hurt, as he breathed in deeply.
“You look— you look amazing.” He exhaled. Gerard hummed, nodding. He stood up from where he was and stalked around the desk to Frank’s side, not once breaking eye contact.
“I dressed up just for you today, Sir.” He leaned in, whispering next to Frank’s ear. “I’m glad you like it.” He knelt next to Frank’s chair, a hand reaching up to graze Frank’s thigh. His cheeks were slightly red with blush, and he looked up with these eyes that just screamed with desire, pupils blown and needy. Frank wasn’t sure what to do with himself, but his cock did. He reached out and laced his fingers through Gerard’s hair, tipping his head back. He gave an experimental pull, eliciting a breathy whine from his lips. Frank was moving on autopilot, rising to his feet and hauling Gerard up from the floor, pushing him hard against the desk. Gerard gasped as their hips pushed together, resting his hands on Frank’s shoulders. Frank surged forward to kiss him, a heated display of pent-up passion and lust, hands roaming up and down Gerard’s body, settling on his hips, clamouring for the friction. He moaned into the kiss, and so did Gerard, biting down on his lower lip. Frank pulled away for just a moment, revelling in the sight of the man before him. He looked so fucking gorgeous, tinted cheeks and lips slightly parted, slick with spit.
“Sir,” Gerard murmured, licking his lips, “Can you—please—”
“Yeah, anything, Gerard.”
“Fuck me.”
Frank didn’t need to be told twice. He nodded quickly and let Gerard mouth at his neck while he undid his slacks, groaning as he pumped his cock. Gerard’s eyes flicked down, and then back up at Frank’s, face full of desperation. He hiked up his skirt and scrabbled with his tights in an attempt to pull them down. Frank tried to help, but all that came of it was the sound of tearing fabric, and a large hole exposing Gerard’s flesh.
“Shit.” Frank started.
“Don’t care.” Gerard grabbed at Frank’s hips. “Just need you, Sir.”
Frank moaned at just the name, hastily swiping away the clutter on his desk, turning Gerard around and pressing a hand flat on his back. Gerard whimpered and complied easily, folding over the desk. He arched his back and Frank grabbed a fistful of his ass, panting as his other hand kept slowly fisting his dick.
“Fuck, you look so good like that.” He breathed, spreading Gerard’s cheeks and dripping a line of spit down onto his hole. Gerard just moaned, light and airy as Frank went to press a finger into him.
“No, no.” He said, and Frank instantly retracted his hand. “’M ready. Fuckin’— Shit. Fingered myself last night. Thinking about you.”
Frank growled low in his throat and lined himself up, groaning as he pushed in with no mercy. Gerard sobbed, hands scrambling for purchase on the desk.
“Fuck, that’s so hot.” Frank gasped, picturing Gerard on his knees, rocking himself back onto his fingers. “Fucked yourself, just for me. You’re so fucking dirty, Gerard.” He held his hips steady, thrusting deep into him, trying to find the right angle to make Gerard really let go.
“Mhm. Not the first— Mmh— First time either, Sir. Been thinkin’ about you for fucking months.” He moaned, loud, and Frank picked up his rough pace.
“Yeah? You like thinking about this?” He grunted, “Like touching yourself to the thought of what I’d do to you? Fuck, you’re such a slut.”
Gerard wailed as Frank angled his hips up slightly but kept talking through broken moans and whimpers.
“Yes, Sir. Been— been trying to get your attention since d—Oh fuck— day one. Wanted you so fucking bad. Couldn’t go a day without— without thinking about you. Made it up about the— the date on Monday, wanted—ah—to make you jealous.”
Frank removed a hand from Gerard’s hip to tangle it into his hair and tug. He sobbed and pushed back with the rhythm of Frank’s thrusts, deepening his cock in his ass, and making these beautiful fucking sounds that made Frank feel like he could blow his load any second.
“I couldn’t get off without thinking about you, Sir, wanted to feel your hands on me, feel how good you’d fuck me.” Gerard continued.
“Quit running your filthy fucking mouth. Let me hear you.” Frank snarled, throwing his head back as he fucked into him.
“Mmh—Yes Sir.” And with that he stopped talking, moaning loudly and occasionally babbling something about how good he felt. Frank had the urge to grip Gerard’s neck, and that he did, wrapping his fingers around his throat and only fucking him harder when he howled and gasped for air.
“Taking me so fucking well, beautiful. Fuck, yeah, just like that.” Frank said, feeling the familiar heat start to coil in his stomach. He felt Gerard clench around him, his perfect thighs trembling as he too neared the edge. “You gonna come for me, baby? Come from just my cock, like a filthy slut? Yeah?”
Gerard nodded as best he could, letting out a strangled moan.
“Fuck. Yeah, me too. Come for me, gorgeous.” He ordered, hitting Gerard’s prostate as rough and as fast as he could. “Oh, God, fuck, Gerard, you’re so fucking good.” Gerard came with a cry, spilling untouched over the desk, and Frank came hard into his ass, riding them both through their orgasms. His hips faltered and his pace slowed, groaning lowly as he pulled out. He saw his come dribbling out of Gerard, wiped it with a finger and reached forward, Gerard sucking it into his mouth.
“You are such a whore.” He said simply, to which Gerard just grinned around his finger.
“Only for you, Sir.” He smirked, leaning up for a messy kiss. Frank could taste himself on Gerard’s tongue. “Should have worn this sooner, huh.”