Business Calls Have Never Been More Awkward

Lars knew this was a bad idea. And yet, somehow, it had ended up happening anyway. Lars was mega behind on his work, but that meant absolutely nothing to his libido. He had debated, just for a few moments, to cave into his old addiction just to get some work done, but at the last second he decided to call Zion instead of his old dealer. They'd been semi sort of dating (?) or something like that for about a month now, and Lars had been using Zion as a sort of crutch. Whenever he wanted to cave, he'd call him instead. But instead of just talking through it like they so often did, Zion had come down to his office instead. Lars still needed to do paperwork, but he also had calls he needed to make as well but he supposed those could wait, so long as nobody mega important called...

Zion knocked gently on the door frame, standing outside his door in an awkward pose. He hoisted two heavy looking plastic bags with red roses printed on them.

"Hey, man. Bought you lunch--best fuckin' teriyaki in town. Since that's why you called, right? You were, uh...hungry."

He cast his eyes downward, but a smile was spreading across his face. His heart thumped in his chest; though he was almost ashamed to admit it, nothing excited him these days quite like a meeting in person with Lars.

Relief flooded his body as soon as he saw Zion in ways that drugs had never quite managed to replicate. And just like that, Lars felt much less on edge. Still horny as all hell though.

"Right," he said with a small smile. "I'll have to pay you back for picking me up, uh, lunch." He smiled wider at that.


"Anyway, we'd better eat before it gets cold, yeah?"

He closed the door behind him and set the bags of food on one of the chairs, like normal.

"I mean, I'm sure it'll be fine if we throw it in the microwave later." He leaned over Lars's desk, glad he was too dark for his cheeks to redden. "There's something I'm kinda craving first."

Lars uncrossed his legs as he leaned forward onto his desk, his many rings clinking as he folded his hands together.

"And what could that be?" He asked coyly even as he felt the already tight fabric of his leather pants tighten further.

He bit his lip. "Man...Lars...you know I fuckin' hate sayin' it. You know. I'm here for what you asked for." He glanced at Lars's crotch.

Lars loved to tease Zion more than was probably healthy. But he just couldn't help it; Zion's face was priceless every time.

He ran a hand through his hair, pushing it out of his face. "What did I ask for again? I'm getting old, so you know how my memory is."

He gritted his teeth, absentmindedly picking at his dreads. "You wanted me...to..." He mumbled something quiet and indistinct.

"You know. Just like last week. Fuckin' stop playing, you called me like half an hour ago." He tugged at the neck of his hoodie--wasn't it a little too warm in here?

"What was that, Zion? I'm serious here, my hearing's going too," he joked as he shamelessly looked over Zion's body. Despite his baggy clothes, Lars knew exactly what lay underneath.

He pulled Lars close by his shirt and kissed him on the mouth, irritated by all the talking. He was anxious enough as it was. His hand fumbled with Lars's zipper.

Lars chuckled into the kiss but he couldn't take it anymore either. He wrapped his arms around Zion and slipped his hands under his shirt.