"But . . . we . . . we really shouldn't," Tim whispered, biting his thumb as Jack fondled him.

To start this little experiment, Jack had given his pumpkin a deep, sloppy kiss when he came in to turn in some paperwork near the end of the day; Tim was easy to get into the mood when baited with mouth to mouth contact. He was a romantic and a total sucker for the intimate act, and Jack practically had a degree in the fine art of kissing. The redhead's body always showed what it wanted, but whether or not the nearly blind man agreed with its assessment was always up to a roll of the dice.

The pale man's emotions ran high and controlled his libido; his moods were mercurial and dictated the flow of things, hell, they dictated whether or not they were allowed to flow at all! Thanks to this fickleness, though, Jack felt like he was in constant suspense - and he loved it. A session could end up being anything from tender and sweet love-making to a messy, filthy fuck fest; never being able to assume the outcome was exciting. Some nights, they just curled up together and fell asleep - no sex required. That outcome was always the one that shocked Jack the most because he and Timothy both usually had trouble sleeping. When they were together, though, both were able to catch some rest.

"We can do it without locking the door if that really turns you on," the brunette had offered at the start of this little experiment, projecting his own exhibitionist fantasy onto his cute, cinnamon haired lover. "Imagine it," Jack had begun, unbuckling Tim's belt and undoing his pants. When he nudged his underwear just enough out of the way to stroke his sweetheart as he continued to talk him into it, he found the freckled man almost fully aroused. Despite his vehement renunciation of such an act, his body seemed to find the idea intensely hot. "Gladys walks in here to turn in the financial report just to see your completely naked body sprawled on my desk while I'm pumping it into you," he'd teased Tim before dropping to his knees to give him some oral pleasure. "I bet you'd cream right then and there. Wouldn't you?"

"Ah! Ja . . . Ja . . . aaaahn . . . w-we shouldn't," Timothy gasped as Jack swirled his tongue around his shamelessly drooling cock. Mismatched irises stared straight up into twin emerald pools, turned on by the way his lover was saying that they shouldn't, but was still not pushing him away. Jack wanted to discover if his new, precious gem was just too shy to admit that he was an exhibitionist, or if he really was just a noisy fuck that couldn't say "no," once he was being felt up. Was he going to rebuff Jack's advances for real, was he going to stifle his cries, or was he going to scream his name just as loud as he did when they were in the bedroom, even more aroused knowing that others were listening to them fuck? Was it arousing Tim to admit that they shouldn't be getting hot and heavy in his office; was he the type that got off knowing that he was doing something considered wrong, but doing it anyway? He wanted to know what made Tim really tick.

The redhead's hips were just the right height to allow his plump buttocks to rest on the edge of Jack's desk, leading to the brunette joking about them fucking in his office a week or so earlier.

Jack pulled down the well-fitted grey pants that had started this whole thing - he'd told his lover several times before that those tight pants made him think of doing all sorts of things to his tight ass, and that if he kept wearing them, he'd end up living out one of those fantasies. Not discouraged, at least twice a week, the freckled man wore them. Usually it was on a Friday and they'd end up at Jack's place, passionately exploring one another until their bodies gave out.

"We got ten until everyone leaves. I bet I can make you scream like the little slut that you are before then," the brunette teased, unabashedly. He knew that his dirty talk got his partner keyed up.

Timothy tried to quiet his voice, but the raunchy words were making his body react bawdily. If he was a slut, it was only for the nasty things his lover said to him; had he been born a woman, those filthy, vocal teasings would have him soaking through his panties.

The heterochromatic project leader took Tim all the way into his mouth, the less girthy, but slightly longer than his own member hitting the back of his throat and almost causing him to vomit. The brunette pulled away with a cough and laugh; he'd forgotten that his sweet Timmy's inexperienced hips bucked unpredictably when he was stimulated; he was still an untamed horse.

"Th-th-th-th- tha- thaaaa - aaah - mmmmm . . . nnnnn . . . "

"Remember - if you want me to stop, just say, 'cupcake.' You know I haven't sucked many. Try not to make me puke," he requested of his lover. "You need my mouth, though, don'cha? You want me to gag on your cock; to choke on your cum."

FUCK, Jack was good at this! It drove the redhead insane, hearing him say such filthy things, his warm breath blowing over his burgeoning hard-on; it made it difficult for him to say anything besides, "OF FUCKING COURSE!" His boyfriend gave his tip a few quick sucks and continued to grin.

"Your cock says it's WAY in. So? Should I . . ." he wondered, pressing a kiss to the head of Tim's penis. He couldn't help licking the dribbling slit so he could taste that salty precum - his current lover had an addictive flavour and Jack often wanted more of it. Not that he'd ever admit it, though.

The redhead still attempted a resistance, but he didn't say the safeword, so Jack knew he could keep going.

"W-we can't, Jack. Ah . . . ha . . . Oh, Jaaa . . . haaa . . . .hhhmmmmmmmm!"

Tim was doing his best to grip the edge of the desk, but sweat had his fingers starting to slip. Both of them could hear his hands squeaking against the surface, but it only made the brunette more encouraged.

Jack kept his lips tight around the hardening shaft, slowly moving his mouth up and down it.

"Hnnnnnnnnn, ah, ah, AH, Ja-Jack, w-w-we ca-aaaaah! Ah, ah, ah . . . th-they're gonna he-hear . . . pl-plea-AH! Ah HAAAA~AAAHN!"

Timothy's voice grew several times louder

"Ffffff, oooooooh . . . goddammit . . . oh god, y-you know - doesn't take much for me to . . . I'm gon-HEEEE! N-N-Not there!" Timothy squeaked as his boss pressed a finger to his perineum and massaged. His darling was extremely sensitive all over, but his perineum and prostate seemed to make him more receptive to advances. "AH AH AH AAAAAH -"

"Shhhhhhhhhh," Jack encouraged his lover with a soft laugh; he wasn't going to stop trying to get him off until he was told to cease his activity. With Tim already stripped of his pants and underwear, though, it really didn't seem like he was going to tell him to quit. "So? You want it, don't you?"

Fuck, if someone hasn't already heard us, they definitely will by the time I'm done with him. God, this is hot!

"We sh-shouldn't. R-really . . . Ja-Jack, I can't . . . can't stop my voice. It carries . . . th-they'll hear," Timothy reiterated, whimpering when Jack rubbed his dry finger over his rectum. "Da-dammit . . . I want . . . it . . . want you to . . . that thing you do. With . . . you know . . . your tongue. D-down there . . ." the redhead's face was a ridiculous shade of scarlet as he admitted what he wanted. His admission was vague, but he knew that Jack would understand what he was talking about. "Oh god, we really shouldn't! I shouldn't have said that! I'm sorry!" the green eyed man quickly tried to backpedal, but the brunette was already scooting him back on the desk and pulling Timothy's knees over his shoulders.

"Oh? Well say no more, princess. You know I aim to please," Jack offered, a devilish grin on his lips as he positioned his boyfriend for the requested act. "Especially when my little kitten is so willing to ask so nicely. Even knowing everyone's going to hear him moaning and screaming, he still wants it. What a naughty boy."

Timothy squealed and filled his fists with chocolate coloured locks when a hot, moist tongue slid across his entrance. Jack had only done this to him a few times, but it was such a turn-on, he couldn't help but beg for it after the first time. Nobody had even eaten him out before and Tim, honestly, hadn't been positive it would be something he'd be comfortable with, but the feeling was absolutely intense and Jack was, as with most everything they did together, amazing at it.

"AH! AH! Yeeee~eees, unnnh!" he moaned, god it felt good! And doing it here? Why was he getting so much more aroused? Was he really the kind of pervert that got off knowing other people could hear, or see? "HAAAA AAAAAAHN Aaaah, ha, ha! Jaaaa~aack!"

You are a little slut, aren't you? Goddamn, Who would have thought I'd get so lucky? He looks like such an average nerd, but he's a total freak. Man, I might lose it without even fucking him. This is so hot!

Jack dipped his tongue inside of his lover and received some rather sharp tugs to his hear as Timothy let out a noisy howl. There was no way people WEREN'T hearing him, at this point. His hips rolled against the squirming, wet appendage, little squeals of pleasure trying to be held back still escaping in strained tones.

"Oh god, oh my god, Jack . . . fuck . . . th-they can hear! W-we should . . . we should sto - aaaaah! Ah! Hnnnnnnng . . ."

"You nasty little thing, you," the redhead's boss chuckled withdrawing from the activity and getting to his feet. "We can't stop, now. It's only fair I get my turn. So turn around, pumpkin."

Tim didn't argue, sliding his shaking body off of the desk and doing as he was instructed. He could hear Jack clicking a bottle open and was a little shocked to know that he'd come prepared for this; had he really been so confident that he wouldn't be told 'No!' or had he brought it just in case? Did he bring it every day?! Or was he keeping it in his desk drawer?!

"It's always in my desk. Just in case," Jack responded without being asked; he'd gotten to know Tim well enough to know that the wheels in his head were spinning. "Never know when someone's gonna drop in for some . . . one-on-one time."

"They'd better not be -"

"I'm not doing anyone but you. Don't worry. You're so possessive. It's cute," he said quietly, leaning over his boyfriend's shoulder and pressing his lips to his neck. "I wasn't lying. I'm all yours; really. I'm only a slut when I'm not officially dating someone. Besides, you drain my fluids plenty. Don't really need to get any more ass," he joked.

"You're so lewd. I wish you were -"

"Shhh, shh, shh. Don't ruin it."

Jack cut Timothy off mid-thought, sliding his dick between his ass cheeks. Before he got down to business, he wanted to at least muffle his darling's screams - people had already heard him, so there was no need to embarrass the freckled programmer any more; he'd been a good sub and challenged himself, so Jack would reward him while protecting at least some of his dignity. He pushed up his partner's shirt and put a handful of it in front of Tim's face; the hint was taken and the other man opened his mouth and bit down on a sizeable wad.

To test the filter out, Jack teased Tim's nipples. The small moans were barely audible, so he called it good and pressed his tip inside.

"Mmmpf . . ."

Timothy leaned over the desk and held onto the edge with a backwards grip. Jack usually ended with several powerful thrusts, so he figured he'd ready himself; once they got into it, his mind would be melted and he'd lack the wherewithal to figure out how to keep his body from slipping across the desk surface.

"Mmmm . . . you're always so tight, pumpkin. You know I love it, don't you?" Jack teased, slowly pushing further in; he really wanted to just force it in and make his baby scream as loudly as he could, but this was Tim's reward - he'd play nice this time. They were definitely going to do it again later that night, though, and he wasn't going to hold back on his brutality. For now he'd be gentle and make sure his partner had a good time. "Fff . . . relax a little. Can't get it in."

The redhead stopped standing on the tips of his socked toes and rested his chest and head on the desk; he had to nudge the keyboard off of the edge with his nose just so there was room; the clatter it made on the slick, hard surface was surprisingly loud.

"That's better. God . . . unf . . . you're amazing, TimTam," the older man complimented his lover; he honestly deserved it and Jack often felt like he didn't do enough to recognize just how much he appreciated him. "I'd slam you anytime," he added, making reference to a beverage and dessert snack combination.

"Mmf mnf mmm," came the response, but Jack couldn't decipher it; Tim didn't repeat it, so he knew it wasn't really important; likely, it was some kind of sass for his terrible joke.

Jack put his hands above the freckled man's shoulders on the desk and leaned all the way into him.

God, I'm so fuckin' lucky, I'm so goddamn lucky. What a tasty little, ginger flavoured treat. Kinda do wanna stay with him forev . . . well, at least, for a long time.

The odd eyed man started with a slow rhythm, not even needing to aim for his sweetheart's easily pleasured prostate; he always nailed it most intensely when he fucked his boyfriend from behind. He'd been told by Timothy that he always ended up putting pressure on it, regardless of aim due to his size, but he tended to strike it just right the most often in this position. When the muffled whimpers got more desperate, he knew he was doing a good job.

"Mmf, mf, MFF, MFF, MMMFFF!"

"Yeah, feels good for me, too. I've thought about bending you over this desk so goddamn many times in the past. Did I tell you I stroked off in here a couple a times thinking about you?"

"MMMMAAAH!"

The tone of that particular noise told Jack he was being scolded for being crude, but he didn't really care; it was true. It seemed only polite to tell someone when they were worth masturbating to. Few were sexy enough to Jack to cause such a reaction. With words not helping things along, he decided to bite his tongue and get down to business.

"Mm . . . oh yeah . . . so good," he vocalized between pecks on a snowy, speckled neck. He grunted quietly, increasing his pace. The stifled exclamations of pleasure grew louder and higher in pitch, so Jack knew he was doing it right. "Nnn . . . uhh . . . can I go a little harder?"

"Mm hmm!" Timothy confirmed, enthusiastically nodding and tightening his grip on the edge of the desk. Jack was taking it painfully slowly, but what Tim really wanted was a quick, hot, intense fuck.

"Thank god . . . wanna fuck you harder! This shit gets me so hot."

The pens in the metal mesh cup on Jack's desk started to rattle as he gave his lover harder and harder thrusts; the clatter they made, along with the freckled man's oh-so-desperate whimpers and moans were working together, happening at the time as one another, pleasing the Hyperion poster boy's ears. His own grunts added even more to the mix and he felt himself getting close.

"This is hot. So fuckin' hot. Oh . . . oh yeah, babe, gonna come soon . . . you want it inside?"

Timothy shook his head, "No." He wasn't about to attempt to waddle down the hall, filled with Jack's spunk, nor did he want to wait for it to dribble out of him slowly on the office floor as he tried to catch his breath beneath his boss's desk. No mess this time, that was his desire.

"No fun at all," Jack joked breathily, biting down on the other man's shoulder; he liked the squeal he always elicited from his lover for the somewhat cruel action. Despite the outcry, Tim's cock was usually twitching when he did it, so he knew that it was sexually exciting for him even though it hurt; his sweet Tim was a bit of a masochist. As he dug his teeth in deep enough to taste blood starting to seep between them, he felt his second in command tighten up around him with the pathetic mewl he always mad when he came, Jack had a good feeling that he'd finished him off; the way those shaky legs felt like they were starting to collapse, and how the rest of the muscles in Timothy's body started to relax told him for sure. The noises quieted, but he still made them with each of Jack's increasingly enthusiastic thrusts.

"Almost there, so close!" the brunette groaned, fucking him faster and with more abandon. He snagged a few tissues out of the box on his desk and pulled out in time to capture his mess inside of them, rather than inside of his boyfriend, as requested. It didn't feel nearly as satisfying, but it was convenient for cleanup, at the very least. Dropping the used up tissues on the floor he rested his body on top of Tim's for a minute as they both caught their breath. "Uh . . . goddamn, Timmy. You spoil me too much," he finally offered his mate, pushing himself up and tucking himself back into his pants.

Tim slid to the floor, needing a little more time to recover, his shirt still clenched tightly in his teeth. He groaned in annoyance as he dragged his body through his own fluid on the way down. Jack knew that the two muffled syllables he heard were, "damn it," whether they were intelligible or not.

"Awww, my poor cupcake. You got frosting all over. Should I lick it up?"

The redhead adjust his wonky glasses and pulled the shirt out of his mouth.

"D-don't be gross. God, Jack . . . you always have to ruin it," he complained, trying to wipe the semen off of his chest and stomach with his other hand. "Eyuck . . . could you, um . . . tissues or something? Ugh. So gross."

"It's not that gross. Don't be such a girl," Jack responded with a sigh, handing his sweetheart the requested items. They were snatched away from him with vigor as Tim hissed about punching him in the dick the next time he called him a girl. "I'd probably just get turned on, little lady," came his quick, brainless retort; he regretted making it the second a pale hand came up between his legs, nailing him in the balls. "That was fair," he added, inhaling through his teeth as he leaned down next to his seething boyfriend, holding onto his nuts for dear life; he could have sworn he was being continually being kicked in the netherregions - Tim apparently had fucking excellent skill in the art of making a man suffer..

"You're such a . . . a . . . fucking dickweed! Why can't you just be nice? I just . . . for you . . . did that! And you - you're mean to me. I wish you wouldn't pick on me so much," the green eyed man confused, the pout on his face being the one that always melted Jack's sometimes inhuman heart; now he wished he hadn't made his shitty cracks at his lover. It was a little bit malicious to talk down to Timothy after he'd just gone super far out of his comfort zone for him.

"Sorry," he offered with a wheeze. Holy hell, why did it suddenly feel even worse?! Was there some sort of delayed pain taint punch nobody had ever told him about?! "Learned my lesson."

The freckled programmer shifted his eyes to look at Jack and gave him a sadistic grin when he noticed that his face was still contorted in pain. He honestly hadn't meant to ring his bells that hard. Still, he definitely deserved hit; he had a nasty habit of trying to emasculate him and it got on Tim's last nerve. He was every bit as man as Jack was, even if he wasn't always as . . . toxicly masculine? He wasn't really sure how to refer to it. Macho? Whatever it was, it was douchey and it drove him crazy that they would share sweet and romantic moments, but then Jack would turn back into his phony, dickish persona that he used to keep everyone at bay so he could protect himself.

"We'll talk about it later," Tim sighed, cleaning himself up and pulling his shirt down over his exposed chest. "Uck . . . moist," he complained; he'd drooled on his shirt and now it was trying to cling to his body. Thank god for his dorky sweater vests. Today he'd worn a dark brick coloured one; it would at least visually hide the wet spot from others. "Oh god . . . everyone heard me," he finally came to realize, slapping his hands over his mouth.

Knowing that he had to walk back out of the office and act like nothing unusual had happened, but being well aware that at least some of his co-workers would be giving his cocked eyebrows, winks, thumbs up, or nasty glares for what he'd just done made him nauseous. His cheeks turned deep red as he started to hyperventilate. Jack's arms enveloped him in a warm embrace and the older man nuzzled his cheek with his nose.

"Don't worry so much. Everyone fucks. Who cares who does who, and where and when they do it?"

"Everybody does, Jack! Everyone but you . . . and . . . m-me. Oh god, why did I -"

"Because you wanted to. Relax. You can hide out in here with me until I'm done with work. Everyone will be long gone by the time we leave. Would you like that?"

Timothy nodded and gripped his lover's strong arms with his hands.

"I . . . liked it . . ." he admitted almost too quietly to register audibly. "I'm so disgusting . . ."

Jack squeezed his boyfriend and kissed his neck, starting to become encrusted with dried blood.

"No you're not. You're perfect."

"I'm a freak," Timothy worried, covering his face with his hands. He knew that Jack hated it when he cried. "We shouldn't have! I'm terrible. I have no self control. I'm filthy. I can't . . . I shouldn't have . . ."

"STOP IT," Jack commanded his submissive boyfriend. His sweetheart often felt all kinds of shame, and revulsion after he took joy in lovemaking; it was likely due to him being brutalized at such a young age and associating only negative feelings with sexual pleasure, so the brunette understood that he needed to be patient with Timothy through his post orgasm aftershocks of guilt and remorse. He had to replace those bad feelings by praising his darling and making sure he knew that what they shared was something beautiful - something intimate and special and absolutely amazing. "You were incredible. You were such a brave kitten for me. I appreciate that. We both had a good time, so there's nothing to be ashamed of," he assured his pet. "There's nothing wrong with feeling good, even if it happens because you're being a little bit naughty."

"I'm not . . . I'm not an animal. I have values . . . morals . . . social awareness . . . and I still . . . we still . . . and it made me -"

"So you got off on a little exhibitionism. It never killed anyone. Not the first time I've done it," Jack admitted, pressing his lips to the warm vein running down Tim's elegant neck. "Hope it isn't the last, either. We only get one lifetime. What's wrong with getting a little wild with it?"

"Don't make me think of all the sluts you've fucked in your office, Jack. It really doesn't help," the redhead grumbled.

A yelp escaped a freckled throat as a strong hand tightened around it.

"Do I have to quiet you down, pumpkin?"

"N-no . . . no sir!" Timothy gasped, the grip loosening just enough to allow him to answer before it squeezed enough to shut him up again.

"Good boy. You really are a good boy, Timmy. Don't feel so guilty about being human and enjoying sex once in awhile. You really are so incredibly sexy - I want you all the time," Jack spoke directly into a reddening ear. "I'm going to have you again tonight if you come home with me. So think about whether or not you wanna play the prude card, or if you want me to fuck you until you can't think straight before you decide whether or not you're going home tonight." The older man traced the now throbbing, swollen neck artery with his tongue, Timothy starting to dig into his oversized paw with his fingernails, his need to breathe starting to overcome his wish to be obedient and listen to his lover. "Mmm, you're gorgeous, kitten. I always want so much more of you,' he purred before released his grip, leaving his boyfriend gagging and coughing as he tried to fill his lungs with air. "No pressure, though. If you wanna go home and get some rest, I won't hold it against you."