“Gosh darn it, Al!” Matt exploded as Al tugged the pen from his fingers.
Al tossed the pen behind him and leaned into Matt’s face. “What now?” he grinned.
Matt glowered back. “I—”
Then Al was kissing him, and despite his annoyance, despite the construction crew of the damned drilling his frontal lobe, Matt couldn’t help himself from melting slightly. Al’s tongue flickered at the corner of his mouth, and Matt groaned, opening his lips. Al smiled and leaned in, only to freeze as something pointy poked into the soft underside of his chin.
Matt sat back with a cocky half-grin, holding up a new pen. “I have a whole drawer full. I could go all day.”
To his surprise, instead of a pout, Al threw back his head and laughed. “I sure hope so,” he said with a suggestive raise of his eyebrows.
Matt’s blush escalated, but with a ‘humph’ he went back to his work.
Sign, stamp. Sign…
He looked over to where his hand was grasping empty air, then up to where Al was dangling the seal from two fingers. His grin lighting up as soon as he saw Matt looking at him, Al stuffed the stamp down his pants. Matt’s jaw fell in a mixture of disbelief and astonishment.
“Give me back my stamp,” he demanded, holding out his hand.
Al grinned and wiggled his crotch at Matthew. “Come and get it.”
“Holy hockey sticks, Alfred!” Matt shot to his feet, slamming his hands on the desk. “What is your problem?”
“A little sexual frustration,” Al replied, barely able to keep in his laughter at the look of the flustered Canadian. “Combined with lack of motivation…” He didn’t get to finish as Matt put his hands on Al’s chest and pushed him backwards. “Oooh, pushing over the desk. Kinky.” He looked up at Matt with a grin. “Man, I feel like a woman.”
At his last words, Matt’s anger seemed to crack, and suddenly he snorted.
“I hate you so much,” he said, although the sparkle in his eyes and the laughter in his voice both countered his words.
“And my heart will go on and on,” Al replied, holding Matt’s hips as he climbed up to straddle Al’s lap.
Matt snorted again. “She’s practically yours now, not mine.”
Al grabbed Matt’s tie and pulled him down so their faces were a mere breath apart. “I’ll be giving her back as soon as I’m able,” he promised, licking a line across Matt’s lower lip as the other man unbuttoned Al’s pants.
“Since when have you been a Canadian music trivia buff?” Matt asked, sliding his hand into Al’s underwear, smiling when Al grunted softly.
“I know all,” Al grinned.
Matt retaliated to the cocky statement with a bite to Al’s mouth and pulling his hand back out, grinning when Al moaned his disapproval of that action.
Matt set aside the stamp he had reacquired from Al’s pants and gave the man lying on his desk a mock frown. “I’m going to forgive you your actions that forced me to do all this work, then interrupting said work, then putting my official seal into your underwear of all places…”
He leaned down.
“But only if you seek Amy.”
Al grinned and slid his hands under the waistband of Matt’s pants to stroke the bare skin of his hips. “I think the only thing to say to that is Oh Canada.”
[2/2]
“Gosh darn it, Al!” Matt exploded as Al tugged the pen from his fingers.
Al tossed the pen behind him and leaned into Matt’s face. “What now?” he grinned.
Matt glowered back. “I—”
Then Al was kissing him, and despite his annoyance, despite the construction crew of the damned drilling his frontal lobe, Matt couldn’t help himself from melting slightly. Al’s tongue flickered at the corner of his mouth, and Matt groaned, opening his lips. Al smiled and leaned in, only to freeze as something pointy poked into the soft underside of his chin.
Matt sat back with a cocky half-grin, holding up a new pen. “I have a whole drawer full. I could go all day.”
To his surprise, instead of a pout, Al threw back his head and laughed. “I sure hope so,” he said with a suggestive raise of his eyebrows.
Matt’s blush escalated, but with a ‘humph’ he went back to his work.
Sign, stamp. Sign…
He looked over to where his hand was grasping empty air, then up to where Al was dangling the seal from two fingers. His grin lighting up as soon as he saw Matt looking at him, Al stuffed the stamp down his pants. Matt’s jaw fell in a mixture of disbelief and astonishment.
“Give me back my stamp,” he demanded, holding out his hand.
Al grinned and wiggled his crotch at Matthew. “Come and get it.”
“Holy hockey sticks, Alfred!” Matt shot to his feet, slamming his hands on the desk. “What is your problem?”
“A little sexual frustration,” Al replied, barely able to keep in his laughter at the look of the flustered Canadian. “Combined with lack of motivation…” He didn’t get to finish as Matt put his hands on Al’s chest and pushed him backwards. “Oooh, pushing over the desk. Kinky.” He looked up at Matt with a grin. “Man, I feel like a woman.”
At his last words, Matt’s anger seemed to crack, and suddenly he snorted.
“I hate you so much,” he said, although the sparkle in his eyes and the laughter in his voice both countered his words.
“And my heart will go on and on,” Al replied, holding Matt’s hips as he climbed up to straddle Al’s lap.
Matt snorted again. “She’s practically yours now, not mine.”
Al grabbed Matt’s tie and pulled him down so their faces were a mere breath apart. “I’ll be giving her back as soon as I’m able,” he promised, licking a line across Matt’s lower lip as the other man unbuttoned Al’s pants.
“Since when have you been a Canadian music trivia buff?” Matt asked, sliding his hand into Al’s underwear, smiling when Al grunted softly.
“I know all,” Al grinned.
Matt retaliated to the cocky statement with a bite to Al’s mouth and pulling his hand back out, grinning when Al moaned his disapproval of that action.
Matt set aside the stamp he had reacquired from Al’s pants and gave the man lying on his desk a mock frown. “I’m going to forgive you your actions that forced me to do all this work, then interrupting said work, then putting my official seal into your underwear of all places…”
He leaned down.
“But only if you seek Amy.”
Al grinned and slid his hands under the waistband of Matt’s pants to stroke the bare skin of his hips. “I think the only thing to say to that is Oh Canada.”