Roger swiveled in the chair slowly, picking at the suit he'd worn for the interview. It was hot, and itchy, and clashed horribly with his eyes.
"This is not going to be my day." he muttered under his breath as he leaned back to stretch, feeling several muscles pull and burn from sitting still for so long. Lately, the attention he'd been getting wasn't the type he wanted.
He drummed his fingers on the arm of the chair, wishing the interviewer would come back so they could finish up. The woman had gone for lunch; she'd invited him along but he really didn't want to subject himself to 40-degree heat in this suit. He tugged on the tie, loosening it a bit more. "Gah."
There was a knocking sound. "It's not locked." Roger said lazily, still fiddling with the tie. Maybe if he did something a little more creative with it...
"Roger?" Jason pushed the door open a little, peering inside. "You're still here? The rest of us are nearly done...I certainly am..."
"Yes, well, this woman hasn't run out of questions yet." Roger rolled his eyes crossly.
"I'm sorry..." Jason shrugged, "can I come in?"
"Sure, sure." Roger gestured to the desk. "Don't sit in her chair, though, she'll know you were here. She's gone to lunch."
"You weren't hungry?" Jason perched on the edge of the desk; it was quite high and his legs dangled a bit.
Roger gave him a withering look.
"Sorry." Jason shrank down again.
"With you, it's just open mouth, insert foot, isn't it?" Roger turned the chair away to glance out the window. The sun seemed a giant yellow menace and he turned back to Jason's pained expression. "Oh, stop that. God. Don't get so upset over everything."
Jason winced. "Why are you being so mean?"
"Because I'm hot and I'm tired and I itch."
"Itch where?"
"Pretty much everywhere this awful suit covers." Roger rolled up a sleeve as best he could and scratched at his arm. It did very little.
"Oh, I'm sorry."
"And that. Stop saying you're sorry for something you have no control over. For God's sake." Roger sighed and threw his hands up in the air.
Jason bit his lip and swung his feet a little, like a child knowing he was going to get a spanking. "I'm - " he caught himself just in time. Looking back at Roger, he felt his shoulders sag.
Roger raised his eyebrows as he watched Jason deflate. He sighed, rolling the chair forward and rested a hand on Jason's arm. "No, it's all right...I'm sorry. I'm just irritable and that's not fair."
Jason smiled a little, shrugged weakly. "I guess."
"Come here."
"What?"
Roger tugged Jason's arm a little, and the younger man slid down off the desk into Roger's lap on the chair. "Um, Roger?"
"What?" Roger leaned back, closed his eyes, and just rested. "You're nice and cool, and I'm roasting."
"Why don't you just take the suit jacket off?" Jason pointed out, peering at Roger's crooked tie.
"Good point." Roger nodded, and undid the buttons. Jason helped get it off of him, draping it over his shoulders. It still left the navy vest and long-sleeved shirt underneath.
"Ick. Is that wool?"
"No, but it might as well be."
Jason winced in sympathy. He'd changed out of his suit and now just wore a t-shirt and shorts to deal with the heat.
"Vest too, I think." Roger added, fiddling with the buttons until it rested around him as well.
"If you take off too much more, you'll end up with nothing on." Jason raised an amused eyebrow.
Roger's eyes flashed amber. "Mm? And why shouldn't I? I think she'd find that...a tad more interesting..."
Jason's breath caught in his throat. "Ah - I don't think you should do the interview naked - "
Roger began to grin. "But what about you? I mean - those shorts are scandelously short - "
"I'm hot!" he protested.
You certainly are. "And your t-shirt is sticking to your chest."
"Well..." Jason tugged at it a little, then, with a shy look towards Roger, pulled it up and over his head. He shook his hair out, dropping the t-shirt to the floor. "Better?"
"Much." Roger said out loud, grin widening. He leaned forward and laid a hand in the centre of Jason's chest, just resting there, fingers brushing over the soft, sweaty skin.
"Oh." Jason bit his lip harder, shivering. He was hot, but somehow Roger's hand burned him, infinately hotter.
"Oh?" Roger echoed, moving his hand down slowly, eyes ticking up to meet Jason's. "Maybe you should take a nice, cool shower when we're all finished..."
"I p-probably should." Jason swallowed as Roger's hand trailed down to the waistband of his shorts. He shifted in Roger's lap.
Roger chuckled softly as Jason moved. "Uncomfortable? Maybe you should take off those shorts, too..."
"God! Roger, I - " Jason went bright red; his cheeks burned fiercely and he looked away, ashamed of the way his body was reacting.
"You what?" Roger drawled lazily, eyes glittering with mirth. He leaned in and rested his hand on Jason's thigh, fiddling with the edge of his shorts. "Why don't you take these off...?"
Jason swallowed with some difficulty, taking in a shuddering breath. This was - "All right." he finally managed, standing up and pushing them off, blushing harder as he felt Roger's eyes sweep his body.
A soft laugh. "No need for such modesty. You look fucking gorgeous." Roger rolled forward and pulled Jason back onto his lap, hands resting on the younger man's hips.
Jason smiled weakly, wishing Roger would stop staring at him so piercingly. God, those eyes were going to kill him.
He kept reaching for Jason's eyes with his own, but the blond wouldn't meet his gaze. Amused, Roger leaned up and captured the younger man's lips in a warm kiss.
Jason shivered, then stilled. Roger had never paid this much attention to him before; he didn't know how much more of the man's intensity he could take. The kiss was good, though...he deepened it, hands moving to rest against the chair.
Jason's guard was down; Roger slid a hand up to the back of his neck, pulling him down for another kiss. This one was hot and fast and hungry. His left hand pressed against Jason's rear, pulling him forward so their hips met in the chair.
Jason's breath came in shivers and sobs as he kissed back, groaning in his throat as he felt Roger's hand moving down.
Roger suddenly pulled away, eyes absolutely wicked, and slid two fingers up into Jason's body. The younger man froze, eyes huge and wide, staring terrified at Roger's glee. "Ah - oh - oh - "
"Hmm?" Roger licked his lips slowly, teasingly.
"Roger...Roger, please!" Jason squirmed, eyes shut tight. He could feel his cheeks burning – shame, lust – but that wasn't all he could feel.
"Please?" came the low purr in response. "At least you're being polite. What is it you want?"
Jason squirmed again, biting his lip at the sensation that shot straight up his spine; stars exploded behind his eyes as the wave of pure ecstasy rolled through him. "Oh God...please..."
"Mmm? Still waiting." Roger grinned lazily, flicking his fingers once, and only once, inside of Jason's body.
The blond let out a near-shriek, back arching as if electrocuted. "God!" his hands lost their grip on the chair, fingers curling back and muscles tensing involuntarily. "Roger!”
Smile widening, Roger added a third finger and moved them like he was playing keyboards again. "Jason, I need you to tell me what you want, otherwise..."
Jason was whimpering and twitching every so often, jittery. "Roger...Roger...I want...oh God. Fuck me. I want you to fuck me."
Roger leaned forward and nipped lightly at the fluttering pulse in Jason's throat. "My...pleasure..."
Jason whimpered.
Smiling craftily, Roger took Jason's hand in his right, and slid it down his front to the zip of his trousers. "Come on. You know how this goes..."
Jason swallowed hard and tried to undo it without moving his hips too much. Roger's fingers were still inside of him, and every time he shifted, they pressed against those wonderfully sensative areas that made him want to scream.
Roger was kissing down Jason's chest. "Hurry it up, hurry it up, I don't know when she'll be back from her lunch..."
The mere thought of being discovered like this - naked, debauched, totally at Roger's mercy - made Jason moan pitifully and harden even more, until it was nearly painful. "Roger..."
"Come on."
His lip was bitten raw, and it stung when Jason licked it as he finished getting Roger's trousers down around his hips. He hadn't been wearing underwear either, and now his arousal was free. Jason didn't want to look at it, he didn't want to look at Roger's eyes.
He rested his trembling hands on Roger's shoulders and swallowed hard.
Endlessly amused by all of this, Roger removed his fingers, tightening both his hands on Jason's hips. "Well? Get on with it, then. If you want it..."
"You're - you want me to do this myself?" Jason nearly choked on the words, feeling his heart pounding in his chest. Was Roger just going to sit there and watch him?
Roger laughed, lifting Jason's hips in demonstration. "Surely you know how this works...do you need my help?"
"I can do it..." Jason murmured softly, tears of humiliation forming in his eyes, blurring his vision as he shuffled forward, raising his hips and sliding down on to Roger's arousal.
Roger managed to stifle his gasp as Jason impaled himself, loving the control he had over the younger man. "Ahh...mmm, that's nice..."
Jason couldn't control his tears or his breathing; he was literally shaking with need. "Roger...I..."
"You're just going to sit there?" Roger made a little dissapointed noise. "And here I was thinking you were good at this..."
"I..." Jason's protest died as he burned with anger and shame. His hands tightened on Roger's shoulders as he finally began to move. At first he just moved his hips in circles, but then he began to grind and shift. He was going to make the older man scream if it was the last thing he did.
Roger rested his hands on Jason's thighs, grinning and forcing his moans to a bare minimum, hoping to goad Jason into doing something rash. The blond was so tight!
Jason could feel the heat building in his stomach; he began to move frantically, desperate to make Roger come - he'd never live down the humiliation if he couldn't even make the older man lose control. Come on... he thought as he grit his teeth and bucked his hips, clenching down around Roger.
Greatly amused, Roger began thrusting his hips up, one hand going down to encircle Jason's arousal and stroke him swiftly.
"No! Oh God, Roger, no - !" but it was too late. Jason let out something dangerously close to a sob and came hard, shuddering to a stop and sagging forward to rest his forehead on the top of Roger's shoulder. He couldn't stop the flood of tears.
Roger dipped his fingers in the splattered stickiness on his stomach, reaching them up and pushing at Jason's lips. "Go on. Taste yourself."
Jason whimpered as he opened his mouth and slid his tongue out to obey. What in any other situation would've been lovingly kinky now tasted so bitter. "Ughhh..."
Roger pushed the blushing young man off his lap. "Kneel." he ordered, standing up and tangling his hand in Jason's hair, pushing his head back. He began to jerk himself off into Jason's face, coming with a soft sigh as Jason closed his eyes and cringed away from the mess.
Roger cleaned himself up and zipped his trousers, putting his vest and jacket back on before sitting down in the chair. He fixed his tie and peered at Jason, still kneeling on the floor, blinking at him in hurt confusion.
"Well? What are you waiting for? Go clean yourself up; you look disgusting." Roger kicked the blond's t-shirt towards him, sitting back in the chair with a satisfied smile.
Jason swallowed a sob. He picked himself up, and slowly began to walk away.
"Oh, and don't forget; she'll be here any minute. You'd best hurry back to the hotel."
No sooner said than done; the young woman was in the doorframe, staring at the half-naked blond. Jason broke into fresh sobs, brushing past her, and ran down the hallway, down the stairs, and out of the building into the unforgiving afternoon sun.
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