Drabble – What I Meant Was
"Alexander, good you're here, I need you." Hephaestion said as he rushed into the Kings' rooms, arms full of scrolls and looking totally disheveled. He looked across the desk and met with a warm pair of hooded eyes.
"I can help you with that." The mouth below the hooded eyes said warmly.
Hephaestion stopped his forward progress and grin a little, losing a couple of scrolls in the process.
"That's not what I meant, this project you gave me is a lot harder than it looks."
"It looks pretty good from here."
The grin became a slight giggle as Hephaestion followed Alexander's eyes as they slid down Hephaestion's body to his groin.
"I, um, will you quit it, I'm serious. You said this was important and I'm trying very har…I've been working a long time to get all of this straight. Damn!" He said, with the last slip of the tongue again.
"And you are doing a wonderful job so far." Said Alexander admiring the evidence in the front of his clothing.
"You keep taking everything I say and screwing it around. Now get a grip and behave."
The beaming smile on Alexander's face made Hephaestion go back and repeat his last sentence to himself. That plus Alexander's' next sentence made him drop all but one of the remaining scrolls and plop into a nearby chair.
"I plan on getting a grip, why don't you move a little closer?"
"I not coming."
"Even better, you can come over here closer by my desk."
Hephaestion looked at Alexander and Alexander grinned back.
"Aren't you going to talk to me anymore?"
Hephaestion shook his head.
"Why?"
"You turn everything I say around and attack it." Hephaestion said, groaning at how the words he had just said had sounded.
"Do you want me to do that?" Alexander asked sweetly, "I would love to give you a hand and straighten all of this out for you."
Hephaestion got up from the chair, grabbed a couple of the scrolls from the floor and started for the door. "I'll com…be back later when you can be a good boy."
"Hephaestion."
Hephaestion turned at the sound of his name, especially with the tone it was uttered.
"I can be a very good boy, come here and I'll show you just how good I can be."
The scrolls fell again on the floor, as did the assorted maps and papers on Alexander's desk as he pushed them on the floor. As he stood up, Hephaestion saw for himself just how good Alexander could be when his hard-on appeared over the desktop.
Clothes, sandals and loincloths were added to the messy floor. Hephaestion did indeed come by the desk, also on the desk and in the chair in front of the desk. Alexander was true to his word and was a very good boy.
"Alexander?"
"Hum?"
"Could you do that again?"
"Give me a minute and I will."
"What I meant was, could you…never mind, just do it again."