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The office was quiet at this time on a Friday. Late evening. Late, late evening. Late enough that the only souls left were two of them, one cleaner and a rather asthmatic vacuum cleaner. James glanced down at the last witness statement with a lusty sigh. It’s not like they wouldn’t have waited until Monday. The case really wasn’t that complicated, their suspect was already charged and sat in a cell downstairs awaiting a court date and a remand place at Bullingdon. In fact he’d probably had a decent tea, not fish and chips from over the road. And they were still here wading through a golf club bar’s worth of witnesses to an eighteenth hole brawl. Complete with a swift golf club to the back of the head. Manslaughter. Not even murder, but Lewis still wanted the I’s dotted and T’s crossed before they left for the day.
It would be unbearable but for the fact that it was Lewis sat across from him. Lewis. Robbie. Robert Lewis, with tender blue eyes and gentle hands, who smiled at him and kept him supplied with tea despite his grumblings. Robbie who loved him and cared for him in a hundred different ways.
They were sat in lamp light, and both had long ago discarded the stiff, formal trappings of suits and ties. James read through the statement with only half an eye to its contents, drawn again and again to Robbie. He loved seeing him like this, shirt sleeves rolled up, collar unbuttoned, tie discarded on his desk. He was solid and soft and inviting and it was all James could do to keep still, to resist the urge to lay his hands on Robbie’s chest and feel the warmth of him bleeding through the thin cotton. To feel his heart quicken, watch his lashes flutter and dip his head to taste skin. To mouth at his neck, press soft kisses across his jaw, take his tongue in deep and love him over and over again.
He felt own heart quicken as anticipation swirled through his stomach and he gave up on the statement, adding it to the pile and closing the file with a profound sense of relief. Robbie was still working, absently tapping the end of his pen against his lower lip as he absorbed the details he was reading, occasionally pausing to make notes before returning again to the papers before him. James smiled and settled back in his own chair, content for the moment to watch. Robbie was an endless source of fascination, his mind, his thoughts so different from his own. A whole other world within him, places and people and times that he sometimes fancied he could glimpse in his eyes or taste on his lips. If only he looked hard enough or kissed deep enough.
His eyes drifted to Robbie’s lips and he imagined them against his own, remembered them against his own. The light, teasing kisses that they had shared that morning. Toothpaste, shaving foam and the sweet, smooth slide of freshly shaved skin. The press of strong arms around him and a hand to the back of his neck. Securing him, rooting him, holding him. He’d been half hard then and was getting that way again. They really should be long gone, washing up from tea and thinking about how to spend the rest of the evening. Not wading through witness statements with takeaway cartons in the bin and the cleaners for company. If they were at home he could be busy distracting Robbie, finishing what they’d started that morning. Pressing him up against the kitchen worktop, kissing him messy and deep, tipping his head back with strong, firm hands as he took what he wanted. Robbie would moan, low and deep, the sound resonating through their kiss, twisting and turning him, exciting him further. He’d push up against him, feeling Robbie’s hardness against his own, hand on his trousers, rubbing him, stroking him. He loved watching him, seeing his face, watching him move. Wanting him, needing him, aching for him.
He stood up in a sudden flurry of movement and walked swiftly to Robbie’s desk, pressing close, easing into what little space their was between man and mound of paper. Robbie glanced up, expecting notes or a piece of paper to be passed his way, but did a quick double take as he took in James’ quickened breathing. He raised an eyebrow and his gaze dropped slowly along the long line of his body, lingering with delightful languor as he took in the bulge of James’ growing erection. Robbie’s swallowed hard, his eyes darkening a fraction.
“The movements of the North Oxford Golf Club particularly exciting?” he asked after a quick glance into the outer office which was now mercifully silent, cleaner and hoover having departed.
James reached out to trail a finger along Robbie’s exposed forearm, “Not the golf club, no,” he said, voice a fraction deeper, heading toward that rumbly, throaty tone that did all manner of things to Robbie’s insides.
He laid a hand against James’ thigh, brushing his knuckles against his growing hardness, gratified when James sucked in a sharp breath. Their eyes met and James sat tight and tense and perfectly still as Robbie began to rub, a gentle, teasing caress that flushed his face and body with heat. He was beautiful like this, pink cheeked and bright eyed, short breaths and ever coiling tension.
“I want to kiss you,” James whispered as his eyes dropped to Robbie’s lips.
“I’d let you,” Robbie admitted in a low voice of his own, his accent roughened by want.
“Can I kiss you?” James asked, darting his tongue out to wet his lips, leaving the skin glistening and redder still.
“Bloody hell,” Robbie muttered as he glanced again to the outer office. “If you don’t move, I will,” he warned.
“Worse ways to lose a job,” James said with a slight moan as Robbie pressed harder. “Oh god, take me home,” he pleaded as he reached to still Robbie’s movements.
“Home,” Robbie agreed as reluctantly removed his hand from James’ lap and shuffled the contents of his desk into some kind of order as he waited for his breathing to calm.