Word Count: 300
Summary: Alex has his own way of getting back at their temporary supervisor. Milos is, for once, more than happy to go along.
Three footsteps and a prickling sensation across his shoulders were his only warning. He was standing at the filing cabinets, pulling out the folders required for the practice report he was compiling, when hands slid over his waist and dived into his jeans.
Three footsteps and a prickling sensation across his shoulders were his only warning. He was standing at the filing cabinets, pulling out the folders required for the practice report he was compiling, when hands slid over his waist and dived into his jeans. Hot breath from warm lips tickled the back of his neck.
He said nothing when the hands stroked over his underwear, or when the hips behind began to rock against him.
Teeth grazed over his tender skin and the hands withdrew; Milos glanced over his shoulder at the retreating figure.
Alex was in a good mood today.
* * *
“I’ve got an idea.”
“Is that wise?” He stepped back to pull open a cabinet drawer, almost straight into Alex.
Hands settled on his hips, squeezing before slipping back into his jeans—no; his shorts, encircling and caressing. “You have a problem with my ideas?”
“Depends on the idea...” If his hands kept doing that, he’d agree to anything.
“You’ll like this one.”
His breath hitched; he clung to the folder he’d been trying to file. “Whenever you say that...”
Alex leaned forward to whisper in his ear. Milos just knew he was smiling. And it did sound quite appealing...
* * *
“Make as much noise as you want.” Alex had said. He’d asked if that was an order, and felt the smile curve against his skin. “Yes it damn well is.”
So he obliged loudly, gripping drawer handles as Alex nailed him against the cabinets.
“What the hell are you doing?!” Marrok burst in, apoplectic.
Alex smirked. “What does it look like? We’re fucking.” He silenced Milos’s moans by sliding two fingers into his mouth.
He sucked on them, watching Marrok surreptitiously.
The man flushed and stalked from the room.
Alex pressed his nose against Milos’s neck and began to laugh.