The Temp
John was rushing down the hall to his office when he almost tripped over his own feet. In front of him, leaning down to get a drink from the water cooler was a man. A man that John could only describe as some kind of wonderful and then he stood to his full height. John gulped and blinked rapidly
"Hi, I'm Randy." He said as he licked his lips and thrust his hand in John's direction
"J – John."
"It's nice to meet you." John nodded
"You must be a temp. What department are you working in?"
"Um, they haven't exactly assigned me a department yet. I'm just kind of bouncing around right now."
"Oh, I'm sorry about that." Randy laughed and licked his lips again. John wished he was that lip
"It's not your fault."
"Well come to my office in a week if they haven't found anything permanent for you and I'll see what I can do." John smiled showing off his dimples
"Oh, thanks. I 'd really appreciate that."
"It would be my pleasure." John excused himself and practically ran to his office shutting the door behind him. He flopped into his chair and put his head on his desk
"You're so stupid John. He's a temp so technically you work together and that means he's off limits…but he's so hot."
"John?" He looked up and saw his assistant Ted standing at the door. "Who are you talking to?" John groaned. He didn't realize that he'd been talking aloud
"Just myself. What can I help you with Teddy?"
"I have some papers that you need to look over. They're potential models for the nutrition issue."
"That's not going to print for two months."
"But you need to prep." Ted explained dumping a huge stack of manila folders on John's desk. John sighed
"Thanks Ted."
"No problem. I'm going to get lunch, do you want anything?"
"I've already eaten."
"Okay. Later!"
Hours Later
"John?"
"Ted."
"It's almost 8." John looked at his watch
"Yes it is."
"Can I go home now?"
"I don't keep hostages, Teddy; you know that you don't have to ask if you can go home. Go. I'll see you tomorrow."
"Goodnight."
"G'night." Ted closed the door behind him and minutes later there was another knock. "Go home Teddy!" The door cracked a bit and Randy peeked inside
"It's me. Sorry to bother you." John subconsciously straightened his clothes and smoothed his hair
"Um, you're not bothering me. Come in." Randy slipped inside and shut the door behind him
"I was on my way out and I saw that your light was still on."
"Yea, I have a lot of work that I need to get done."
"Oh, am I bothering you?"
"No, not at all; have a seat…if you want." He sat in a chair across from John's desk
"What are you doing?"
"Looking at potential candidates for our nutrition issue."
"You look at them all yourself?" John nodded. "Can I help?" Randy asked smiling at John and John smiled in return
"Sure. Do you want to sit here or just split this stack?" Randy moved to the chair next to John. John could smell his cologne. Polo #3. He wears it well. Very intoxicating. "Not that I don't appreciate the help but why are you still here?"
"My supervisor for the day decided to give me all of the work that no one else wanted to do and I just finished." John frowned
"Who's your supervisor?" Randy shook his head
"I don't want to get anyone in trouble."
"Just tell me."
"Casey or Carey, um,"
"Cody?"
"Yea, that's it, Cody."
"That sounds like something he would do."
"He's not going to get into trouble is he?" Randy asked looking at John through his lashes
"Do you want him to get in trouble?" Randy smirked and shook his head no. John laughed. "That look says otherwise. I won't say anything to him this time but if it continues then I'll have no choice."
"Okay."
"We're going to be here awhile, should I order us some food?"
"Only if it's pizza. That's my favorite."
"Pizza sounds good to me." John leaned over and pressed 2 on his speed dial
"Work late often?" Randy asked holding back a laugh
"A little too often." They pretended to look over the profiles while waiting for the pizza to be delivered. In actuality they were both watching each other. Randy eyeing John's shoulders and biceps while John appreciated the way Randy's slacks hugged his thighs and what was in between them
"John?"
"Yea?"
"What am I looking for exactly?" John laughed
"Good bodies and nutrition regimes that are fairly simple to follow."
"Ah, okay. What qualifies as a good body?"
"I'll leave that up to your discretion. What do you like to look at? You have a good body." John cringed. Shut up, stupid
"My body is alright for me. I'm 6'5" so I'm pretty lean. I know that I much prefer a bigger body." John blinked and cleared his throat
"Whatever you want." He shook his head. "I mean, whatever you think is a good body go ahead and put it in this pile." Randy hid his smile by opening one of the folders and putting it in front of his face. He didn't receive a company handbook when he arrived but he was pretty sure that hitting on the boss was against the rules. He wanted John if the bulge in his pants was any indication
"Randy? Oh Randy." John said gently shaking him awake
"Huh?"
"You fell asleep and you need to wake up because it's almost 11:30."
"I guess I wasn't much help was I?" Randy said stretching
"No, not really." John said smiling. Randy could watch him smile all day…or all night. He wasn't choosy. Truth be told, John hadn't gotten much work done once he'd noticed that Randy had fallen asleep. He'd watched him as he slept. Face completely relaxed, mouth slightly parted…tongue sticking out ever so slightly. Oh, that beautiful tongue. John distracted himself by cleaning his desk of their leftover dinner
"Do you need some help?"
"Not with this but if you could just grab my keys and lock up since my hands are full, that would be great."
"Yea, where are your keys?" John blushed
"My pocket." Randy smiled
"Are you going to tell me which one or do I get to fish around?" Easy there, cowboy Randy thought to himself
"Left front." Randy reached into John's pocket and removed the keys using every bit of the willpower he possessed to not move his fingers a little to the right. Randy locked the office door and then proceeded to watch John's ass as he walked toward the bank of elevators. He'd give his left hand to be buried deep inside it right now
"Where's your car?"
"Garage." John gave him a puzzled look
"How did you get a parking pass already? You're not a permanent hire. Temps use the lot."
"Did I mention that I'm a rebel?"
"I believe you failed to mention that. Come on." They rode the elevator to the underground parking. John looked over
"Minivan?" Randy laughed
"No, I thought that was yours." John hit the key fob to his luxury SUV
"Nice." They stood there awkwardly looking at each other before John spoke up
"Well, um, thanks for your help."
"You don't have to bullshit me. I know that I didn't really help you. I fell asleep."
"You're right…well thanks for not drooling on my papers."
"Ha! Me drool? Never."
"I haven't had the pleasure of seeing you sleep any other time so I don't know." As the words were leaving his mouth John tried to stop them but to no avail. Now he just prayed for a sinkhole to open in the garage and swallow him. Randy just smirked. "I have to go." John said quickly and rushed over to his car just as fast
The Next Day
"Hey Orton!" Randy groaned at the sound of Cody's voice. He took a deep breath and turned to the man with a smile on his face
"Yes sir?"
"Here," Cody said tossing an envelope in Randy's direction. "This was in my mailbox this morning." Randy tore the side of the envelope open and out slid a brand new WorkOut! Magazine parking pass. "Put that away. I have a lot of stuff for you to do." He sighed and slipped the pass into his back pocket. "You're going to be fairly busy all day but I want you to make sure you get this stuff done before you take a lunch."
"How come you're only making me do this stuff? There are three other temps in your department." Cody took out a set of keys and unlocked the door to a storage closet
"Quit your bitchin and just do what I say. I need you to clear out all of the shelves over here because we're getting a large shipment. Got it?"
"I got it."
"The bathroom is around the corner to the right should you need it." Randy huffed
"Thanks."
"Oh, another thing," Cody waited until Randy looked over at him. "Stay away from John." Randy stood there and just watched the door shut behind Cody. Randy spent the entire morning and part of the early afternoon clearing the shelves. He had just stepped in the elevator when a hand reached out to stop the doors from closing. Randy's mood lifted when he saw who it was
"Did you just get in?"
"No. I just came out of the closet."
"What?" Randy shook his head
"Not the proverbial closet but an actual closet. Cody stuck me in there and told me I had to finish organizing before I went to lunch."
"Is that where you're on your way to now?"
"No. I was on my way to my car for a cigarette, or 20." John frowned as they stepped off the elevator
"What did he do today?"
"I told you, he put me back in the closet…and told me to stay away from you." John groaned. "So what's the deal?"
"There is no deal. He's wanted to date me since he started working here."
"And?"
"And what?"
"Did the two of you date?"
"Of course we didn't date. He looks like he's 12…more like 16 now but when he started he looked 12."
"So you didn't date because he looks young?" Randy stepped on the ash from his cigarette
"What's it matter to you?" Smooth move Randy
"It doesn't. I was just making conversation is all." John unlocked his car
"You hungry?"
"I'm starving."
"Get in but put that disgusting thing out before you do." Randy took one more drag before crushing the cigarette under the heel of his shoe and sliding in the passenger side of John's car
"So what department would you like to work in?" Randy swallowed his bite of food
"Ideally I'd like to do something in editing. I have an eye." Two beautiful ones John thought
"Okay. I'll see about getting you over there because if that's what you want, hanging out in a closet all day isn't the way to go about getting there."
"You'd do that for me?"
"Sure, if you have talent I don't want to see it wasted." Randy reached over and covered John's hand with his
"I really do appreciate that…and thanks for the parking pass." John laughed nervously and moved his hand
"It was no problem. You ready? I don't want to get you back too late." Randy looked at his watch
"Ah, shit. I'm not going to get back on time anyway and I'm still on the clock." John threw down some cash to cover their bill
"Let's go and let me handle Cody."
"I owe you."
"Oh, don't worry about Cody."
"I meant for lunch. Maybe I can take you out to dinner sometime." John blushed
"Or maybe you can get lunch next time."
"That works." Note to self: he likes to take things slow and make him blush more Randy thought. John drove them back to work and they rode the elevators up to the third floor
"Orton!"
"Fuck."
"Did you take a lunch?"
"Yea."
"Without clocking out?"
"Yes."
"And you're back late. No one's seen you for the last," Cody checked his watch. "Almost an hour."
"Relax Cody, it was my fault. Randy was down in the garage and I asked him to come out to lunch. Stop giving him such a hard time." Cody put his hands on his hips
"Can I speak with you in your office John?"
"If you must." John said walking off
"Randy, I have more of that paperwork from yesterday…it needs to be filed." Cody stomped all the way to John's office then barged in through the door slamming it shut behind him
"Oh please, come right in Cody."
"John."
"What?" Cody folded his arms across his chest
"He's a temp and you're taking him to lunch?"
"He was hungry because someone gave him a shitload of work to do and he wasn't allowed to take a break until it was finished."
"Randy is a temp John, he's doing what a temp is supposed to do."
"You can't deprive him of a break Cody. And what's this shit about telling him to stay away from me?"
"Oh what does that matter? You're not allowed to fraternize with the help anyway and if you don't believe me check pages 14-15 of this company's handbook."
"But I can with you because you're a full-time employee." Cody gave a smug smile
"It just so happens to be that way." John rubbed his face
"Get out of my office Cody."
"Don't be mad with me John."
"I'm not mad now get out of my office."
"You could at least walk me out. I thought that you were a gentleman." John smiled then walked around to the front of his desk and Cody slipped an arm into the crook of John's elbow
"Only because I have somewhere to go."
"You smell good John." He shrugged Cody off and made a left down the hall which was completely in the opposite direction of where he needed to go but he had to get away from Cody. John circled back around and pushed open the door leading to the stairwell. He jogged up to the fourth floor and made a beeline for the office at the end of the hall
"Come in!" Yelled the man on the other side of the door. "Hey John, what are you doing up here in my neck of the woods?"
"I need your help with something Evan."
"Anything for you John, spill it." He said smiling
"Do you have any openings available?"
"You know, my copy editor just came in today and told me that he needed an assistant. Who's this job for anyway?"
"There's a temp on my floor and I said that I would see about getting him a full-time job in editing." Evan raised an eyebrow
"Really? Since when did you invest so much time in the temps? What's his name? What does he look like? Oh, I bet he's hot."
"It's not like that Evan."
"Sure it's not. Your secret's safe with me John. Just give me his name and I'll make sure he gets the papers to fill out."
"Randy Orton." Evan broke out into a grin
"I see. That tall, tan muscular fellow that Cody's been giving shit. Good choice John, good choice." John stood
"Thank you for your help Ev."
"Anytime John."
"Randy?" Cody said looking through the files Randy had put away
"What?"
"Did I forget to mention that I wanted these done numerically and not alphabetically?"
"What? No you didn't mention that."
"Oops, I'm sorry. See the dates down here?"
"Now I do."
"Yea, I'm going to need you to file it by these numbers. You can stay all night if you need to. Thanks." Cody smiled as he slipped out the door
"…goddamn cock-sucking mother fucker…" Randy mumbled as he stepped into the elevator
"Long day?" He jumped at the voice. John's voice
"Sorry, I didn't see you there."
"Obviously. What's the problem?"
"I filed all that shit only for Cody to come in and tell me that he wanted it done numerically and not alphabetically like I have it."
"So you're going for a smoke break?"
"Yes. He told me I could stay all night if I need to."
"You know as a temp you don't get paid for overtime right?" Randy glared at John. "Sorry." The elevator stopped at the parking garage and Randy stepped out then turned expecting John to follow
"Not getting out?"
"No. I just remembered that I left something in my office." Randy lit his cigarette
"I'll see you later then."
"Later." The doors closed and Randy sighed. After he smoked no less than three cigarettes Randy rode the elevator back up to the closet which he'd dubbed his office. He opened the door and there sat John on the floor organizing the files
"I thought that you left something in your office."
"I lied. I can't in good conscience let you stay here all night doing this." Randy sat next to him on the floor
"Thanks. I hope you're a much better help than I was last night." John laughed
"I'm sure of it. I've already organized that stuff over there. We should be out of here by 9 the latest."
"Thanks so much John. I really need to get out of here."
"Got a hot date?" John silently prayed that he would say no
"Yea, with you and these files."
"You're a cheap date." John mentally kicked himself. He was usually a lot smoother when it came to guys. Randy kept him flustered like a high school girl
"Although I find it cute when you get flustered like you are, you should really relax. I don't bite." Trying to busy himself John picked up another file
"We should really get going on this if we want to get out of here."
"John."
"What?"
"Look at me."
"Randy." Randy leaned forward and snatched the folder from John then kissed him. John pulled away, took two deep breaths and then knocked Randy over falling on top of him. Randy grunted and John took that opportunity to slip his tongue in the younger man's mouth. Randy's hands slid down John's muscular back down to his ass. He'd been dying to touch it. He gave it a squeeze and felt John grind into him. John knew that he should stop but the man beneath him tasted so delicious and he just couldn't help it. He heard Randy moan and felt him starting to pull his shirt from his slacks. That snapped John out of this sexual haze
"We can't do this." John said sitting up and moving as far as he could away from Randy
"Why?" Randy asked still lying on the floor looking at John through half-lidded eyes. "That was amazing and I know you want to." Randy looked pointedly at John's crotch and let his eyes linger. John shifted under his gaze
"That's not the point. I'm your boss and according to Cody pages 14-15 of the company handbook state that I cannot fraternize with you." Randy laughed and sat up
"They do. I found one in here today and checked. I like you John."
"No you don't. You just want to have sex with me." He said standing
"You're not going to help me file this stuff now?" John sat down again. "And that's not true. I can have sex with anyone but I'd actually like to try dating you."
"You read the handbook. We can't." Randy licked his lips. "Please stop doing that."
"It's a habit, a sexy habit but a habit none-the-less." John rolled his eyes. "What if I left?"
"What?"
"If I leave then we can date."
"You can't leave."
"Why?"
"I can think of two reasons off the top of my head."
"And they are?"
"One: temp or not, you need a job and two: who will I look at during the day?" Randy laughed
"Is that all I am to you? Eye candy?" John shrugged
"No but I definitely appreciate the way you look." Randy smiled
"The feeling's mutual. So what are we going to do?"
"Stay away from each other." Randy shook his head
"I can't do that."
"We have to Ran. You could get fired which might jeopardize you getting hired elsewhere and I could face a lawsuit and lose my company." Randy just sat there smiling. "Why are you smiling like that?"
"Did you just call me Ran?"
"I guess I did." Randy sighed
"I don't want to stay away from you but I will because I know that's the best thing to do in our current situation." John stood again and extended his hand down to Randy
"Let's get out of here."
"What about this stuff?"
"You can do it tomorrow. I'll tell Cody that I found you in here and told you not to do the overtime since you wouldn't be getting paid for it."
"He's going to hate me more than he already does."
"Do you care?"
"No because I got to make out with you in a closet and he didn't. As far as I'm concerned I win."
"Who says I haven't made out with him somewhere else?" Randy stopped in his tracks
"Have you?" John smiled
"I don't kiss and tell."