"Not Your Typical 9 to 5"
Chapter 2: Call It a Night
A/N: In the last chapter, Gaara walks in on Neji and Sasori, naked and kissing on the floor.
Sasori pushed away from Neji and leapt behind his desk while Neji frantically searched for his clothes, tugging his pants back on. Gaara stood in the doorway in utter shock, the manilla folder he'd been holding slipping out of his hands. Papers spilled out of it and onto the carpeting.
"I…I'm going to…c-call it a night," Neji stammered as he stuffed his shirt into his pants. He started to brush by Gaara, but the red head grabbed his arm.
"Where are you going, rookie?" Gaara said quietly, his composure already back. Neji raised an eyebrow.
"Home," Neji answered. He jerked his arm but Gaara held fast.
"Sasori-san, what does he have that I don't?" Gaara said darkly, grabbing Neji by the chin and turning his head, boring his green eyes into Neji's lavender ones. Sasori peeked up over the top of his desk and sighed.
"It was just a one time thing…no need to get upset," Sasori said. He sat down in his chair, still gloriously naked and toyed with the scattered objects on his desk. Neji glared at Gaara, who released his face and kicked the door behind him closed. He pressed Neji into the door and put his face close to the dark haired man's, breathing in deeply. He flicked his tongue across Neji's cheek, and he tensed.
"I can taste Sasori on your skin," Gaara murmured, his piercing eyes never leaving Neji's face. Neji grasped the door handle and Gaara covered Neji's hand with his own.
"You're not going anywhere until I find out what's so great about you." Neji swallowed and glanced nervously over at their boss. Sasori let out another heavy sigh.
"It really is getting late, Gaara. But if you insist…"
Sasori padded across the carpet towards the two younger men. Gaara licked across Neji's lips, sliding his fingers in his dark hair. He tugged hard on the long locks and Neji gasped. Gaara sucked Neji's lower lip into his mouth, still keeping his penetrating stare fixed on Neji.
Neji watched as Sasori approached, his cock already starting to harden again. Sasori came up behind the younger red head and wrapped his arms around him, resting his chin on Gaara's shoulder and nipping at his ear. Gaara shuddered and slid his mouth down to Neji's neck, his right hand sliding feather light across the brunet's face. He prodded two of his fingers against Neji's lips.
"No," Neji murmured, turning his head to the side. Gaara ground into Neji, smirking slightly when Neji gasped. Neji pushed against Gaara's chest, forcing him off and he tried to wrench the door open, but Gaara kicked it back closed and wrestled Neji to the carpet.
"No!" Neji cried, struggling under Gaara's weight. Sasori frowned and pulled Gaara off of the brunet by his collar.
"Don't force yourself on him, Gaara."
Gaara looked at Sasori, flicked his eyes down his boss's naked body, and wrapped a hand swiftly around the older red head's cock. Sasori leaned in for a kiss and moaned into Gaara's mouth. Neji watched from the floor, a red flush creeping across his face. His mouth watered as he watched Gaara pump his fist up and down Sasori's cock, the two hungrily kissing and nipping at swollen lips. Neji slid his hand inside his pants and began to stroke himself in time to Gaara's hand on his boss.
Neji emitted a small moan and Gaara broke the kiss to look down at him, pausing his hand. Sasori put his hand over Gaara's and urged him to keep going. While keeping his eyes on the brunet on the floor, the younger red head nipped at Sasori's collarbone, a hand pinching a nipple. Sasori hissed. Neji watched while licking his parted lips.
"Why don't you and I teach our boss a lesson?"
Neji nodded slowly and got to his feet. He quickly shed his clothes and walked over to the red heads. Gaara gave Sasori's cock one last playful stroke before backing away to strip his own clothes. Neji kept his hand working on his own cock while staring at Sasori, who stared right back, his face as flushed as Neji's.
"Sasori-san, on your knees," Gaara said in almost a growl. Sasori quirked an eyebrow.
"I've had enough fun being submissive."
"No. You don't get it, sir. On your knees," Gaara repeated firmly and pushed Sasori down. He thrust his hips forward and rubbed his cock against Sasori's cheek.
"I'm in charge now, Sasori-san. Neji, put that cock to better use."
Neji was taken aback by Gaara's commanding attitude, but seeing Sasori on all fours with a cock in his face was inviting all on its own. Neji moved behind Sasori and grabbed his hips, forcing his ass upwards. Sasori let out a muffled moan as Gaara shoved his cock into his mouth. Gaara started to thrust, his hands tangled in Sasori's blood red locks. Gaara stared into Neji's face, his eyes half lidded, small grunts escaping his parted lips. Neji slid his hands up Sasori's back and extended his fingers towards Gaara. He licked his lips and leaned over his boss and Neji shoved two of his fingers into Gaara's mouth. Gaara sucked wetly on the digits. Neji caressed Sasori's skin with his free hand and tweaked at his nipples, then slid down to stroke Sasori's cock. Sasori made a muffled groan of pleasure. Neji removed his slick fingers from Gaara's mouth and a line of drool stretched from lips to finger, only to be broken and fall upon Sasori's skin.
Neji traced around the rim of Sasori's hole and prodded a few spit coated fingers inside, pushing past muscle and curling within. Neji continued to pump his hand along Sasori's length while Gaara thrust into his mouth. The dark haired man felt Sasori's muscles clench around his fingers as he found his prostate, and stroked the same spot again. Sasori arched his ass higher and pressed backwards into Neji's exploring fingers.
Gaara began to thrust harder and faster, causing Sasori's whole body to move back and forth in time to his rhythm. Neji slid his fingers out and positioned his cock against him. He gripped Sasori's hips tight enough to leave marks and forced his way inside. Sasori pushed himself against Neji's cock and groaned throatily. Gaara gritted his teeth, gave a cry and pulled out of Sasori, spraying hot, milky fluid in Sasori's open mouth, on his face and even Neji.
The dark haired man pounded faster into Sasori, eager to find his release. Gaara watched Neji fuck his boss with lidded eyes, absently stroking himself, his arousal stiffening again. Sasori watched Gaara, saliva dangling from his gasping mouth and then Neji pushed Sasori's face into the carpet. Sasori gave one last muffled cry and came all over the floor, his muscles spasming around Neji's cock. Neji thrust a few more times and then came as well. He pulled out while still spraying and shot his seed on Sasori's upturned ass. It drizzled down his thighs.
Three panting voices echoed in the large office as they all strove to catch their breath. Gaara was the first to recover. He grabbed a still half dazed Sasori and rolled him over onto his back. Sasori stared up at Gaara, his chest heaving, cum still glistening on his face.
"Fuck me, Gaara," Sasori gasped and Gaara shoved himself up to the hilt inside Sasori. He pushed Sasori's legs up and pulled almost all the way out, then in again, out, picking up pace, altering the angle of his thrusts each time. Neji crawled over to the two and grabbed Sasori's legs and forced them closer to Sasori's head, making his ass go up higher in the air. Neji's ass hovered over Sasori's face and he spread Neji's cheeks and started to rim him.
Neji gasped and tightened his grip on Sasori's legs. Sasori sucked on his own fingers and then thrust them into Neji, lapping and nipping at his ass as he finger fucked him. Sasori reached around with his other hand to stroke Neji's cock. Neji and Gaara leaned in to kiss, Gaara plunging his tongue inside Neji's mouth and mimicking the music he was making down below.
Sasori squeezed Neji's cock tightly as he climaxed, riding the wave of pleasure rushing throughout his body. His muscles clenched around Gaara's cock and he shot his cum onto Neji's body. Neji and Gaara came at the same time, gasping into each other's mouths. Gaara stayed inside of Sasori until he'd filled him with his seed and then pulled out when he was soft. He collapsed backwards onto the carpet. Neji let go of Sasori's legs and crawled off of him, leaning his back up against the desk. Sasori lay on his back, limbs spread eagled, panting erratically. The younger men soon found the strength to get up, grab their clothes and leave.
"See you tomorrow," Neji said weakly. Gaara only nodded. Sasori waved from the floor.
"Nine o'clock sharp…"
Next chapter will probably feature Kakuzu or Hidan because I said so.