A/n: Just a heads-up, I'm only writing this for fun and for….personal purposes, so yes, there will be lots and lots of misspelling and grammar mistake since English isn't my mother language and I'm not really that good at it. I need a place where I could vent up all the frustration building up in my college days, alright.

Chapter 2

"You did what," The red-headed guy spat out his juice, leaving trails of orange puddles on the table.

"Hinata, you dumbass, that's gross!" Another guy with an excessive scowl on his face stood up exaggeratedly, glaring daggers at Hinata. "Ew, someone get me a tissue!"

"Kageyama are you just going to ignore the fact that Yamaguchi just slept with his boss?" Hinata said incredulously.

"Um, technically, we just had a short, awkward sex. That's all." Yamaguchi corrected while raising his hand tentatively. "And, yeah, Hinata. Please don't do that again."

Kageyama looked over at Hinata with growing annoyance before settling back down on his chair. He pushed himself away from the table and folded his arms. "But, it's the same. You know, sex, sharing a bed together." He muttered.

"Oh, but it was on a couch in his office—"

"You had sex in his office?!" Hinata spluttered loudly. Yamaguchi hurriedly stood up and clasped Hinata's mouth with his hands.

"Oh my god, you're too loud," Yamaguchi murmured in panic, feeling the eyes of nearby patrons on their table—or him, to be exact.

"Bwuh—Yamaguhi you—" Hinata struggled for a while before shutting up and nodding his head in indulgence. Yamaguchi freed his mouth and sat down on his chair. "Sorry…" Hinata uttered.

Yamaguchi sighed and loosened up his tie. He could feel the warmth creeping down his neck and cheeks due to the humiliation. "He… He seduced me first, okay." He continued softly.

"But you've already liked him since way before that, right?" Kageyama said, the scowl on his face deepened.

"I've liked him for a while now." Yamaguchi shamelessly admitted, pulling on the collar of his shirt.

"God, Yamaguchi. That's messed up." Hinata continued, reaching for his glass of orange juice. "I mean, how old is your boss again? Is he even single?"

"Yes, Hinata he's single." Yamaguchi assured his friend. Or maybe himself. Hell, like he knew anything about Tsukishima-san's relationship status. "He's only two years older than I am."

"Wait—he's that young and he's the boss?" Kageyama leaned in closer. "Wow, sounds like a conceited pain in the ass."

Yamaguchi pulled his brows together, feeling slightly offended. "You don't know him, Kageyama." It wasn't as if Yamaguchi knew him either. Tsukishima was still a mystery for him, and the first the time he ever got to be in an arm reach with his boss was on that surprisingly gauche night. The thought made him blush even more.

"Language, Bakageyama." Hinata barked as he kicked Kageyama's foot underneath the table. Kageyama groaned and grounded his teeth. The redhead turned his attention to Yamaguchi once more, eyes filled with worry. "Listen, Tadashi. As far as I'm concerned, nothing good would come with being romantically involved with your co-worker, hell, your boss, even. And no—you're not romantically involved, more like sexually involved!" He stated, slanting against the table.

"But…"

"And don't try to compare yourself with me and Kageyama."

Yamaguchi curled his mouth into a pout. "I know." He murmured.

"Well." Kageyama started. "For once, Hinata is right."

"We're just worried about you, Yamaguchi." Hinata supplied. "We're your best friend after all." He stated blatantly, causing Kageyama to redden.

"Wh-what he said." Kageyama murmured with a bow of his head. "You haven't even worked there for a year, and you clearly don't know this guy well enough."

Yamaguchi hung his head and fisted his hands. As much as he didn't want to admit it, his friends were right.

"And that's not a way to start a healthy relationship, anyway." Hinata said before taking a sip of his juice. "You get us, don't you, Yamaguchi?"

"Yeah…" Yamaguchi replied reluctantly.

"So, you should stop." Kageyama placed a hand on his shoulder.

"Yeah, tell 'em you don't want to do it anymore!" Hinata practically jumped on his seat, startling the two guys in front of him.

Yamaguchi nodded. "Alright…" He said.

He did say that, didn't he?

So why was he in Tsukishima's office room, kneeling down under his work table, his wrists confined with a flex cuffs and his eyes covered again?

Oh yeah, he was giving Tsukishima a blowjob.

And it wasn't even past three.

Tsukishima had summoned him to his office while he was at break and locked the door once he got in.

And then everything was hazy and pitch black. He couldn't see anything, couldn't feel anything, except for the taste of his boss' cock in his mouth, and his long, slender fingers pulling on Yamaguchi's hair.

Yamaguchi wasn't even sure any more about what he was doing and why, but one thing for sure was that he knew he didn't dislike it, not at all; Especially when he could hear his boss slowly becoming a writhing mess above him.

He licked his lips, making sure they were nice and moist before he slowly took Tsukishima into his mouth and tightened up. Tsukishima tugged on a strand of his hair as he slid his way far down as possible, taking Tsukishima as much as he could. He took the time to felt the hardness of the cock and the feeling of the skin inside of his mouth. He tried not to dwell on the fact that his hands were bounded and let himself enjoy what he was doing.

Yamaguchi took a deep breath and began to slide his mouth slowly back and forth, before pulling his mouth back to the tip in teasing motion. He heard Tsukishima's breath hitches and not long after, the sensation of nails against his skin. Tsukishima clawed on him, shoving his head, urging him.

"You like it so much, don't you Yamaguchi?" He heard Tsukishima say. "I bet you'd like tasting every inch of me, you cockslut."

Yamaguchi couldn't really argue with that. He wanted to touch himself so bad, it upset him. But his hands were tightly restrained, and no matter how many times he closed his thighs shut, the friction wasn't enough. He groaned in frustration, slowly picking up the pace and moved his head faster. Tsukishima hauled on his hair and he could hear the sound of his boss' vulgar breathing.

"Ah, fuck." Tsukishima grunted, and oh how Yamaguchi wished he could see the blonde's expression right now, sadly there was a fucking piece of cloth in the way.

Yamaguchi jaw felt like it was about to break and he pulled out slowly with a lewd, popping sound. Tsukishima let out a noise of complain at the action.

"I didn't tell you to stop," He objected, voice low and hoarse. Yamaguchi could feel his dick twitched.

"Mm, sorry… Tsukki," Yamaguchi droned before swirling his tongue around the head before he began to take Tsukishima's cock back into his mouth again. He curled his tongue against the shaft when Tsukishima was already deep in his mouth. Tsukishima let out a breathy moan, filling Yamaguchi with pride. He wanted to touch himself; he wanted to touch Tsukishima's thighs, letting his hands wander across his pale, delicate skin.

He could feel Tsukishima tensing up, his legs flexing between his head; the guy was close. So he kept his mouth moving, all the way down, until he could feel his cock sliding down his throat. He breathed shakily through his nose to keep himself from gagging.

"Heh, you must be really desperate, aren't you?" He heard Tsukishima's muffled whisper. Yamaguchi responded with a grunt, sending the vibration all the way to Tsukishima's spine. The blond cursed one more before desperately clutching into his skull. "I—I'm,"

Yamaguchi moved his head slowly when Tsukishima came inside his mouth. It was sudden and caught him slightly off guard, but Tsukishima's hands kept him in place. The inside of his mouth was warm and thick, and just a little bit salty.

"Open your mouth," Tsukishima ordered emotionlessly after regaining his composure.

Yamaguchi pulled out unhurriedly and opened his mouth when he sensed Tsukishima's fingers tracing on his lips.

"Good," He heard Tsukishima said. "Now swallow."

He did. He swallowed bit by bit, taking his time, like a good little boy. Tsukishima tasted horribly wrong and good at the same time. After he was done, he parted his mouth once again to stick out his tongue.

"You're a fast learner, aren't you Yamaguchi." Tsukishima reached out to the back of his head and untied the cloth covering his eyes. The brightness of the room stung his eyes and he blinked repeatedly to adjust himself. He saw Tsukishima looming above him, a hostile smirk adorning his face. "Stand up, I'll cut the cuffs for you."

Yamaguchi crawled from under the desk and stood up to his feet wobbly, turning his back to Tsukishima. In no time, his hands were no longer cuffed. Double cuffs hurt more than cloth, he realized. Even though Tsukishima was careful for not making it too tight, but there was still a throbbing sensation down on his wrists.

All in all, Yamaguchi had yet to understand why Tsukishima liked tying things up so much.

"You can go back now." Tsukishima said, zipping up his pants.

"Uh…" Yamaguchi bit his lower lips and looked down at the tent on his pants. "What about…"

Tsukishima followed his eyes down to his crotch and tipped his chin smugly. "What about that, huh?"

Yamaguchi felt like covering his boner.

"I'm pretty sure you're capable of handling it yourself, now, aren't you?" Tsukishima cracked a wry smile.

"I—I guess."

"Good," Tsukishima's smile didn't waver, though his eyes were cold and sharp. "You're excused for now, thank you, Yamaguchi."

Yamaguchi ended up spending the rest of his break inside a toilet stall.

His stomach growled louder than he'd anticipated.

Yachi peeked from behind the partition, worry filled her eyes. "Have you had lunch yet, Yamaguchi?" She whispered.

Yamaguchi shook his head with a sigh.

"Would you like my left-over sandwich?" She offered.

"That's alright, Yachi-san," He refused gently, waving his hand. "I'm not really hungry or anything,"

"Really?"

It was at that exact moment his phone suddenly buzzed with a message from Hinata. He grudgingly opened the text.

So hows ur boss?!1 tell me how it goes!

Yamaguchi was hit with a wave of guilt. He looked around and quickly texted his friend back.

Not now hinata, im still work

The reply came immediately, and Yamaguchi doubted Hinata had any work at the time.

meaning u've seen the guy right?! Was he like awkward around u or was he an emotionless piece of crap

Yamaguchi was left staring at the screen of his phone a little too long. If anyone was awkward it was probably himself. Tsukishima was as cool and composed as he always been, making Yamaguchi's heart swelled with adoration and admiration. How could someone be that cold but still badly desired at the same time?

When he heard the sound of door opening in front of him, he quickly stuffed his phone back to his pocket and looked up to the direction of the main office room.

Well speak of the devil.

Tsukishima was standing outside of the slightly opened door, talking to the phone with a thick stack of paper at hand. Yamaguchi took a brief glimpse at his boss before tearing his eyes away and pretended to be working on something on his computer. He minimized the Minesweeper window on his screen. Yachi suddenly went quiet too, as her figure disappeared behind her compartment. Yamaguchi was too immersed on his screen when someone dropped a heap of paper down on his desk, startling him. He whipped his head up and locked eyes with his one hell of a boss.

"Tsu—Tsukishima-san." He muttered weakly. Tsukishima still looked a bit restless and his skin was a little flushed, which he found adorable. The thought made his fingers twitched.

"You're not busy aren't you?" Tsukishima asked. "I need you to do something,"

"Y-yes, sure. Anything." Yamaguchi stammered nervously. Tsukishima reached out for the papers and began to tidy them up neatly.

"There's a little post office just across the block. I need you to buy me a few stamps and bind these while you're at it." He said simply.

Yamaguchi slowly rose from his chair and began to collect the papers. "Alright, I'll do that."

Tsukishima eyed him for a while, contemplating, before quietly adding, "You can also go buy yourself something to eat, since you haven't had enough break time."

Yamaguchi looked up, but the blonde had already left before he had a chance to say anything. He had to bit his lips to stop himself from smiling as he scrambled outside of the office and entered the elevator. Once inside, he fished out his phone and immediately speed texted Hinata.

I haven't met him yet, too bad. But I'll def talk to him about it. Just not now. Don't worry about me.

Maybe his boss wasn't that bad, after all.

(Of course, this was just the beginning.)