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The Boss

Although the Boss’s whole posture screamed ‘bored resignation’, the small twitching movements he made betrayed him. If one paid close attention, as his Boss was, the man’s true attitude was apparent.

Second-in-command, the Boss was frustrated in more ways than one. In fact, he was pretty sure he was frustrated in every possible way. He was emotionally frustrated, as well as physically, intellectually, creatively, sexually, familiarly… hell, even digestively. However, two in particular seemed to be conspiring to distract him from the unfinished problematic budget report on his desk.

The first was the reason the report still remained on his desk, the conspicuous gap in the accounts. Twenty thousand unfathomably unaccounted for. The second was far less pure and certainly less academic and had a lot to do with the fashionably tight pants his commanding officer tended to wear and the way that, to survey the low gun safe, the Commander had bent only at the waist, raising his behind into the air.

The Boss cocked his head slightly, examining the sight before him. God, the man had a sweet arse…and tight, muscular thighs… The second-in-command bit the inside of his lip as he felt his heated blood rushing away from his head in other dangerous directions. He knew his boss’s big cock was more than just looks. From sparring, he knew how strong those legs really were. He couldn’t help imagining them intertwined with his own, wrapped around his waist, ankles crossed behind his shoulders… he didn’t care how. Oh God, if he could just get him naked, the Lieutenant would ride-

“How’s the paperwork coming?”

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The Lieutenant snapped to attention, almost braining himself on a bookshelf behind his desk as he straightened, “C- Cuming along, Sir.” He hadn’t even noticed his Commander turn.
The man leaned against the now closed gun safe, his arms crossed over his chest. His cobalt blues sparkled with an amused smile as he gestured to the other man’s posture with his head, “Yeah, I can see that.”

Trying not to stare at the way his boss rested, his pelvis thrust forward, the Boss ran his spider-like hand through his own dirty-blonde hair self consciously. and turn his eyes down to his paper work. The Boss grinned, “Honestly, for an ‘off the books’ secret government organisation, they seem very preoccupied with the state in which we keep our books.”
The blonde smirked, “Actually Sir, there are some discrepancies with the accounts…”
“Discrepancies?” The Boss mocked, his cobalt eyes widening impossibly as a shock of dark hair fell across them.
The boss tried not to imagine pulling it off bosses face, his hand hovering near his cheek, leaning in to- “Headquarters sent it back for that reason. Ten thou unaccounted for.”