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"I'm sorry Jon is being so difficult, Tim.""Difficult? He's a stalker! What are your standards? Just fire him! Demote him!""Jon is currently too hard to replace. You have to admit that he's working hard and efficiently on our files. And if you're talking about standards, I must admit I tolerated things with Gertrude that I shouldn't have."He looks at Tim with benevolent eyes, leans towards him. It's meant as an apology, but it only reinforces Tim's opinion that Elias is a pushover - but one who won't yield for him, and it's exasperating."Do something! Anything!""Of course, I will try to intervene again. I feel so sorry for what you’ve gone through. But I would also like to see you immediately compensated for the undue stress. What do you want, Tim?"His gaze more is intense than it should be, and Tim is almost regretting that this conversation is happening in the break room, and not in Elias's office, separated by his wide desk. Almost. Elias is putting his hand on Tim's knee, and it makes him shiver.He thinks about what he should ask for. A week of holidays wouldn't be amiss - but Jon would just suspect it and stalk him harder, wouldn't he?"What about a bonus?" he asks, his voice a bit wavering."What about it?" Elias echoes, and Tim is now sure his hand is sliding on his thigh. Well, Elias is clearly not unattractive, and seemingly not so prudish as he looked. And Tim suddenly feels morbidly curious about what it must feel like to fuck one's hot boss in his workplace, like a main character in some cheap gay porn."If you insist, I could accept you paying in kind, boss," he whispers playfully. He feels a bit wrong accepting this, not because of the sex, but because he should stay angry. Not be friendly with Elias and accept so empty an apology. But at least it is an apology, with a compensation, and it's better than he gets from anyone else these days...Elias smiles at him and gets on his knees. It feels so weird, but good weird. It's the Head of the Institute, in his impeccable clothes, doing this. Tim is already half-hard before Elias starts opening his trousers.One of Elias' stray strands of hair touches his cock first, that and his warm breath, and then just a flick of tongue, and Tim arches back. Elias starts licking around the edges, and he's damn good, hitting every one of Tim's favorite spots without having to be told.And when Elias finally takes him in his mouth - he's taken his sweet time, but Tim can't complain about it at all - and he doesn't go deep, but he does it so well, with lips and tongue and cheeks and just a tiny hint of teeth only in the right places and... Tim is putting his hand against his mouth, because he's so close to moaning, and it's still a public place. Someone could come at any time, especially if there's noise. He'd thought it would be a quickie, thought he could tell Elias to hurry up, but he can't, not with the pleasure the slow build is giving him.He feels like someone in another room will hear his fast breathing, even the beating of his heart. They will come. Well, it's not him who should be embarrassed about this, but still, the mere idea of it makes his blood even more heated, as Elias sucks him tight.Tim can't say how long Elias keeps him on the edge, but he finally comes, biting his fist to muffle his cries as the best blowjob of his life ends. And it's not for lack of comparison. Tim is still panting, not even able to tuck himself back in, as Elias stands up again."Is your compensation paid in full, Tim?""Your estimation is as good as mine, boss. But I wouldn't mind more." Tim tries very much not to sound ungrateful, nor to sound desperate to do it again. It's not working very well.Elias just smiles.“As you wish.”When Elias summons Tim in his office, his cock twitches. He laughs at himself, he's so done for. Who would have thought Elias of all people... well, his skills are well hidden, and Tim can appreciate that not everyone is waiting in a line to fuck him."Tim. Good morning," Elias says with a pleasant voice. "I'm so glad to see you smiling."Tim hadn't realized before. It's the weirdest thing to be embarrassed about, but he almost is. It's been a long time."Come here," Elias says gently. Tim skirts the desk. He’s in forbidden territory now, and he feels stupidly glad about it. Elias is still sitting comfortably, but he holds up one hand and puts it on Tim's waist, directly under his clothes. Tim shivers. He's glad there's no ambiguity here."Do you want to suck my cock?" Elias asks.Yes, he's really being direct, and Tim is surprised at the crudeness of the words, but he doesn't question it, and sinks to his knees with a wink. He wondered, actually, last night, what Elias' cock looked like. Elias turns his chair a bit, positions Tim under the table, and then waits for Tim to open his trousers, to lower his underwear under his balls. His cock is slowly starting to harden, even before Tim starts sucking at the head and massaging the balls. "Oh, just one thing, Tim." Elias whispers. "Don't stop until I tell you, alright?""No problem, boss," With Elias' cock out of his mouth to speak, he can take a better look at it, and he likes what he sees. All long, slender and dark red, and already so hard for him. He starts sucking again, appreciating the warmth and salty taste, and the weird human side of his boss. Human is not the word, really, but he can't think of a better one.There's a knock at the door."Come in," Elias says, and Tim shivers in panic. Was it scheduled? Did Elias know someone was coming? He remembers Elias asking him not to stop...Well, Tim won't, then, and he will make it Elias' problem.As he hears Rosie's voice saying that she's sorry to bother him - so no, it wasn't planned, not like that changes anything - he tries to suck harder, and as she and Elias are talking about people phoning to ask for an urgent appointment - not that Tim is listening to the details - he deepthroats Elias, moving deep and fast, in and out, but all he gets for it is a small sigh in the middle of his sentence.He keeps doing it, though, appreciates it as Elias's fingers grasp his hair, trying to establish a rhythm that Tim doesn't follow at all. He waits for Elias to get flustered, to tell Rosie to come back later, but he keeps having this conversation, and Tim can only keep going, then, can't he?The situation should be awkward, but it's also incredibly arousing. Rosie doesn't see him, and half of Tim's mind is terrified of her realizing what's happening, the other half greedy to give her hints. Tim can feel his own cock, uncomfortably hard in his underwear. He wonders about opening his trousers, letting it free - but he concentrates on what he's doing instead, of letting his throat loose so he can take his boss even deeper.When Elias comes in Tim's mouth, he gasps softly, and Tim doesn't know if Rosie notices but he sure loves the sound, despite the feeling that it's not enough. He keeps sucking, licking and swallowing every drop of Elias' cum, then cleaning it more. He doesn't stop until she leaves."How was it, boss?" he asks with the most innocent voice he can manage.Elias' hand is still tightened in his hair, enough to hurt a bit, but Tim actually likes that. "It was... good. Really good, Tim."Tim wouldn't mind a reward, but he won't beg. "Have you fucked her too?" he asks. "Rosie, I mean?"Elias smiles at him, and it's nothing, how can it make him even harder? "I love that you ask," he answers, in a sultry voice. "No, I didn't.""Too bad. I wouldn't mind a threesome." He's babbling and he knows it."You can stand, Tim," Elias answers, and he offers his hand. Tim doesn't need it, but he still touches it, curious to see if it's moist, even a bit. It isn't."I'd like you to remove your clothes, Tim," Elias says next, in a deep voice that actually manages to be sexy. Tim shivers. He wants Elias to suck him off, to touch him, to fuck him - whatever he wants, really - but he's not sure about being naked.He used to love it. He knows he's hot, he's fit, with nice hipbones and soft body hair, and three different people have told him how they loved the way his hips move when he's laughing. But with the worm scars... it's a different story.He's slept with people since, of course, and they say they don't mind, but he favours fucking in half-light or under sheets now. And people who say it's quite sexy actually - they can't understand the pain that came with them, and the disgust, and the sorrow that came after them, when Jon, who had been hurt right there with him, rejected him as a comrade.And here, in Elias' office, he feels more exposed even than in a lover's room... and his sadness is too.He still doesn't hesitate. It must be defiance. Reluctance to admit something so simple is past his limits. But he slowly removes his shirt first - the fabric sliding over his nipples makes him realize they're hard too - puts in on the back of the chair. Then he removes his shoes, on one foot because he didn't want to sit, and finally lowers his trousers and his briefs before kicking them off in one swift movement.Tim feels Elias' gaze on him, heavy and still lustful, even though he already came. He walks to his boss - he's not here to do a strip-tease, he wants to touch and to be touched."You have such a beautiful body..." Elias whispers. "And such a skilled mouth too." Tim shivers in what is mainly pride with a distinct, subtle flavour of shame.And then Elias pushes him hard against the desk - yeah, that's it, that's the way it should be! - but then he's touching his scars, caressing, licking, and Tim doesn't like that, not at all."Stop it!" Tim protests. "It hurts!""Does it?" Elias asks in a curious tone, and it would be offensive if Tim was not actually lying to him. He doesn't answer. Elias, fortunately, listens to him, and takes a bottle of lubricant from one of his drawers. Tim is careful to remember which one, just in case.Elias' lubricated finger enters Tim so easily. He has long, nice hands, nice fingers, and he starts massaging his prostate directly, without teasing. Tim lets out a delighted gasp and arches against the desk, rubbing his cock ever so slightly against the edge."More," he says hungrily. Elias puts another finger in, and Tim thrusts against them, just to show he's not afraid, not in pain - only eager. A third finger, and now, instead of a soft massage, Elias is fucking him hard with his fingers, and yes, it's absolutely perfect, even more when he starts biting his neck. Tim comes on Elias' desk, on papers he hopes were important. His legs are wobbly and his mind is spinning, and for a while he can even forget all the bad parts of his job.For a moment, he has the fantasy of just leaving the room like this, naked and well-fucked and exposed - but he immediately shakes his head, it's wrong and he doesn't know how he can find that hot. He quickly puts on his clothes again before leaving. He waves to Elias, but he doesn't look at him.The good thing about sucking off Elias - well, one of the good things - is that it counts as work hours. Tim is naked right now, he conceded to this point, but his clothes are hidden next to him, just in case someone should enter the room again. Tim fears the idea of it, they've been lucky most of the other times - but the idea of it happening again sure gets him harder."You should be naked too," he suggests, in between licking more lazily for a while. "Would be hot." He's curious about what Elias is hiding under his clothes. The calf he feels right now seems quite fit. He also touches Elias's thigh through his clothes, slides a hand under his shirt, and yes, all of this seems very nice indeed.It probably would defeat the purpose of the game Elias likes to play about being sucked off while there's a third person in the room, though. Once it was Jon, and it's a good thing that for all his paranoia he's an oblivious oaf, because Elias let himself go a bit as moaning goes."Well, I have work to do," Elias answers, and it annoys Tim a bit, because he has work to do too... but to be fair he doesn't actually want to do it. He's just disappointed that Elias has the superpower to plan schedules while getting head. "But if you come back later this evening it can be arranged..."This is an interesting proposition, and Tim shows his approval by sucking harder and faster. He loves it so much when Elias comes into his mouth, when his body spasms a bit, despite all his efforts at composure.And, just in case it wasn't clear, he stands up, then sits on Elias’ lap, draping an arm around his shoulder, and whispers in his ear "I'm all for it, boss." His hard cock rubs a bit against Elias' shirt, leaving precum smears on it. Elias doesn't stop him. "Do I need to take care of this?" Elias asks, brushing the slit of his cock, far too softly. "Or will I keep it all fresh for this evening?" He's still teasing, and Tim kind of loves this and kind of doesn't. "Please, Tim, lean against the desk," Elias offers, even before Tim has the time to mention he can totally come two times in a day. Tim spreads his legs, arches his back, and waits. The air is a bit cold against his chest, but his cock is pumping hot blood.Elias is gripping his hips in a way that will leave the good kind of bruises, and is starting to raise them. Tim understands the message, and puts his weight on his hands, so Elias can set him down on the desk, on his knees.Tim moans incoherently when Elias starts licking his waxed ass. Of course he's good at this too, of course, and it's been a long time since Tim had gotten such a treat. He wishes Elias would touch his cock too, because he feels incredibly good, he wants to come like this... But he won't ask. He could, but he's not one for begging.Something small and slick enters his ass, settles against his prostate, too softly. Tim's ass twitches against it, and he recognizes the feel of a butt plug. Oh. He knew Elias was a kinky fucker, of course, but it seems he still has things to learn about how."I think we will wait for this evening," Elias is whispering to him. "Put your clothes back on. I will enjoy it so much."Tim could - he could disagree, he has no reason to think it would fall on deaf ears. He could just touch himself and come on Elias' desk in about ten seconds. But he's kind of curious to try it."If you want to play it this way, boss..." And it seems Elias has very precise ideas about the exact game he's playing. He's keeping Tim's briefs hostage, overtly putting them aside, and Tim puts his trousers back on directly over his skin. They're skin-tight, so his hard cock is clearly visible through it, against his leg, and Elias looks at it with delight."Keep this until tonight after work for me. Don't touch yourself," Elias says smugly, while squeezing Tim's erection, and once again, he's so close to coming on the spot. From the stimulation, from the idea that he will go to work like this, and everyone will see - well, if they look, which is not yet guaranteed, but they will be able to see.He really hopes he's not blushing. He's past that, and also all of his blood is in his cock right now. But he's still leaving fast. "Going back to work," he explains. "I want to have something to show for my efforts."It's a very bad pun, but it's the best he can manage right now. The idea of meeting one of the cute researchers as he's going down the stairs make his skin burn, but at least he can run if needed. In an elevator it would be worse.There aren't as many people in the Archives, but they are people he knows well; does that make it safer or worse? The idea of being exposed this way, of being seen, it burns his cheeks and keeps his cock delightfully hard. There's no one in the Archives corridor. When he reaches the office he shares with Martin and Sasha, no one's there either, and he sighs with relief and maybe a bit of disappointment. Well, maybe not Sasha. She's distant these days - he has the feeling it was not always like this, but it's probably irrational, due to his shitty mood these days, weeks, months, etc. But he would not object to embarrassing Martin - even if he would be the most embarrassed one, of course - he's not sure - it's probably better to think about it than to see it actually happen.Since he's here, he can at least work a bit. Probably. Are there some disproved statements that still need to be typed up? As he's reading and writing, his mind keeps wandering to sex. There's no mention of the statement giver's cute ass, or of the neighbour's nice face, and yet, his mind lingers on it, imagining sex that didn't happen between them in painfully arousing detail. When Martin comes back, Tim is still seated, so there's no possibility for him to notice anything. But Tim is badly aroused, and he can't stop imagining. He won't touch himself, sure. But how about fucking Martin's mouth? Not that he is especially attracted to him, but right now, he can visualize the scene very clearly. He doesn't think Martin would want to, though. He would maybe comply, but he would not want to. He has this weird obsession with Jon who doesn't even see him. Tim can imagine Martin would like very much to go down on Jon, and the extent of his need would even make this a bit hot...Tim sighs. His palms are sweating and his cheeks are red, and maybe even Martin noticed it. He doesn't want to go there. He'd rather write down more statements and fantasize about them, if he has a choice. He manages not to look up when Sasha comes back from her morning investigation.After a few hours of this, he can think more clearly - and he can even go to the toilet - and he feels like he saw this day of waiting as more than it was. Or rather that he shouldn't have worried, just enjoyed the delicious shame while it lasted..."Want to grab lunch?" he asks Martin. Sasha took a long break to see her boyfriend."Okay," Martin answers, and Tim hopes he won't ask Jon to join them. Of course Jon will say no, lost in his paranoia, but Martin shouldn't care to ask. He does anyway. Jon says no. Tim is generous enough not to say he'd called it first. He even feels a bit sorry for Martin...As he's waiting for Martin to give up, looking from the other side of the doorframe, he feels something in his ass, and he almost jumps. But there's no one behind him, only Elias' plug starting to vibrate, and Jon and Martin are looking at him like he was stung by a wasp, and Tim is getting so hard again, and it's not fair.He wants to arch his body to feel the vibrations better, he wants to hide his cock, and he does none of these things, just hopes they're looking at his face. Jon certainly does, looking puzzled; Martin... doesn't. His eyes widen. Tim doesn’t want to be asked anything. Except part of him wants to be asked and to brag about the incredible sex he has with Elias, wants to tell Jon and Martin right now, to see their faces, to laugh at their embarrassment, enough to ignore his own. You can’t spell Tim without TMI, he used to joke when he made Jon cringe..."You know what," he says, panicking. "Martin's right. You really should go eat together." The plug is vibrating hard in his ass, and he's so, so close to coming right in front of them. He goes back to his desk, where he can hide.He should go see Elias. He should tell him that this was not planned. That this was not part of the game.He should tell him that he needs to be fucked, right now.Yes, that's what he will do. It's not begging, it's just... complaining about the terms of service, as a bureaucrat like Elias would put it. He's snorting about it now, even if it's not funny at all, like the vibration in his ass made his mind as raw and sensitive as his body. Tim stands up. He wouldn't have to actually touch himself, just rub against the desk...The vibration stops only a few seconds after he's started, and he grits his teeth in disappointment.The rest of the day feels like the worst game of edging to him, as he tries to buy a sandwich (at least the cashier appreciated what she saw; Tim got a telephone number while his ears were burning with arousal and embarrassment). He tries to work, he tries to... at one point, he actually climbs up to Elias's office, but he's in a meeting. For at least a full minute, in front of the door, as the plug is vibrating in his ass, he's still considering entering and casually asking for a fuck in front of the Institute guests.He doesn't, maybe because the vibrations stopped.Finally, finally, the day ends and he gets to violently open the door of Elias' office, animated by rightful anger and delirious want."Did you enjoy yourself?" Elias asks. “Or was it too much? I’m a bit surprised...” He's already naked, so Tim's plan of tearing off his clothes has been foiled. Elias' body is - well, it’s clearly older, but it's fine, and anyway Tim doesn't care as much as he did in the morning, all that matters now is that Elias is half-hard already and that he will fuck Tim's brains out right now."Aren't you such a slut?" Elias asks with a mocking tenderness as he pushes Tim against the desk. Tim doesn't mind. Right now, every word Elias says, every touch on his skin, makes him more eager. When Elias removes the plug, he moans; he makes a show of it, but he is feeling empty.Elias puts a condom on, then fucks Tim exactly as well as he had fantasized about all day, and that's no small feat; it was worth it, he thinks, as Elias's cock slowly strokes his prostate, his hips making some circular motion that feels incredibly good. He comes dry, without even being touched, then as Elias keeps fucking him, this time squeezing his cock in his fist, he comes once more. His body and his mind are a whole mess. He's not actually crying, but there might be a tear or two on his cheeks.Elias is the one to remind him that he should go home, that it's long after closing time. Tim wants to promise himself that after today, he'll only let Elias fuck him during work hours. He doesn't. He couldn't keep his word.They're in the breakroom again, and people have the right to leave at this hour, but Tim knows Jon is still working, maybe Martin too, to be sure Jon gets home, and some researchers, maybe someone at the library who took pity on a cute doctoral student on a deadline... He's not sure they're taking breaks, but on the other hand, if you ever need coffee, it’s at this hour...Anyone could enter right now and see Tim's ass on display, highlighted by sexy lingerie, his lowered trousers, his spread legs, his hard cock, while Elias is playing with him slowly, but intensely enough to make him bury soft sighs in the sofa cushions."Always the slut," Elias teases."You're one to talk," Tim answers immediately. Elias squeezes his balls a bit, not enough to hurt, just enough to make the lust spike."Well, you are the one who will spend the night with a police officer," Elias comments, "and not the same one as three days ago."Maybe Tim shouldn't explain the details of this kind of thing to Jon when it comes up in statements. Tim assumes that's how Elias knows about them. "What were you thinking, boss? That we had a romance here? You know me, fuck the police, as they say.""Oh no, don't take it badly, Tim," Elias whispers in his ear. "I love the fact that you're such a whore.""If you think that, you'll have to pay me," Tim answers. He's not sure he loves this kind of humiliation, but his cock sure is loving it, so he will protest it later."Really? But these cops are not paying you with money, Tim. What they give you in return, information, is infinitely greater. Anyone can get money, but your pretty body, your charming conversation, your eager ass, nice cock and skilled mouth, can unlock so much more." As he's saying this, he's lowering his mouth between Tim's thighs, and now he's biting at them while massaging his cock through his silky knickers. It's so soft, almost too much, but Elias' fingers know the best places to make him crazy anyway."Do you really think that's the reason I sleep with them?" Tim asks, cut to the quick. "They're cool people and we're having fun together, outside of sex even!"He almost thinks not like with you, but that's not really fair, as he's never tried. Besides, you don't say that to the man who's bringing you close to an orgasm so strong that you're starting to see stars before it even began. "Really, Tim?" Elias' voice is honey-soft, but there's an edge to it, that Tim enjoys and almost fears. "Don't try to be modest with me. How long since you've slept with someone you liked, only for fun?"Tim wants to answer, it's not my fault if you took a place in an already busy schedule, boss, but right now he's not confident in his capacity for banter, as Elias is putting one crooked finger inside him. "But you are perfect this way, Tim," Elias keeps talking. "It's one of the reasons you belong here, at the Institute, don't you see? Few people have the abilities to manage this, and even fewer would be willing. I don't want to diminish your cleverness and hard work on other matters, but this is really unique..."Tim doesn't know when he started sobbing. He no longer wants to hear this praise. It's no longer a sexy game, it's too true in his head."Stop!" he cries out.Elias stops talking, and stops touching Tim's cock. Tim realizes only now that the pleasure was the only thing that made Elias' words bearable, arousing even. He's feeling hollow to the core."I meant, stop talking, just make me come!" And as nothing happens and Elias has no reason to obey his every whim, he adds, desperate, "Please."He doesn't feel emotionally better when Elias fucks him again, harder, relentlessly, with strong and skilled hands, but he can forget it at least.Tim comes hard. Part of it leaks past his pants onto the sofa. If Elias doesn't clean it, he won't either. He's very much not in the mood for washing the marks of his shame."I can see you didn't enjoy it as much as usual." Elias says calmly. He ruffles Tim's hair, and Tim can't help wondering if he's oblivious or cruel. He won’t do this again, ever. Even the best orgasms in the world aren’t worth this. "You know, I could compensate you. Do you want to ask me a question?"Tim wants to scream that he's not a whore like Elias thinks, and also, maybe, that he came and Elias didn't, and compensations don't work like that. But there's also something he needs to know, so he swallows back his pride. "Are you able to fire me?""No," Elias answers immediately."You're useless," Tim snaps back. Elias is still smiling. It didn't hurt him at all, and of course it won’t hurt him at all when Tim pretends nothing ever happened between them. It should be a relief, and it’s everything but that.