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Who: Scud and Lo.
What: In n' Out.
When: After this line of conversation.
Where: Lo's office.
Rating: NC-17 for sexing and swearing.
Status: Complete!



There he went again, showing up at someone's place for the very specific reason of not doing anything that wasn't at least considered in the Kama Sutra. Apparently Scud was just good at making house calls. Or... place of work calls. Or both, depending.

It was easier. Easier than dating. Easier than getting to know someone for any reason that wasn't just basic carnal interest. All those other things took effort and were messy -- first dates, second dates, wondering what date the sex actually happened on. Conversations about parents and hopes and dreams and whatever the hell else. He wasn't into it, not usually.

On the other hand, Scud was either stupid or took absolutely no stock in the dreams that everyone was talking about on the internet. Because he'd metaphor-ed his way into probably sleeping with a man who was convinced that he'd been a demon made from the heart of a serial killer. Not exactly the sort that normal people tried to woo. Then again, the guy was hot. And caution was for people who gave a fuck. Scud? He had no fucks to give. Except the literal ones. Obviously.

Lo was still on his phone behind his desk when his intern (paying secretaries was for suckers, or people less lazy than he) showed the young man in. There was already a table with two In N’ Out bags on it, as well as two drinks on coasters.

Standing up, Lo paced as he talked to the person on the other end of the line. Obviously a journalist, from the amount of four-letter words that Lo was using. “No, I pay you to keep it off of the fucking internet. You’re not a fear-monger at the worst of times, and this is the worst. Either you do it because I give you money, or I file an injunction and you do it and then I make you blow me. And neither of us want that, because when you blow me, you cry.” Lo paused. “Yes. Give your wife my love. Someone should.” He hung up the phone and folded his arms.

By the time that Lo was done on the phone, Scud had made himself comfortable at the table and was picking his way through a package of french fries. This one, he thought, was interesting. And not only because of the phrase ‘when you blow me, you cry’. Although that did kind of help.
“Hot,” he said, clearly amused by everything the last few minutes had had to offer.

Lo smirked. “Some people do require me to be a bit less than delicate.” He took off his jacket, a handmade dark linen lined with purple silk, and set it on the back of his chair. “I hope you haven’t been waiting too long.” Lo was tall and slender with a deeper voice than most expected from him. Unknotting his tie, he poked his head out into the main room. “Shana, you can go home now, darling, sorry for the yelling. Let me know how things work out with your boyfriend.” Long ago, Lo had mastered the gift of remembering minute details in other people’s lives. It was what made him supremely good at his job.

Finally, he sat down at the table across from Scud and opened up his own bag of food.

“Nah,” said Scud, watching the other man through long and shaggy bangs. While he wasn’t the sort for suits or well tailored items of clothing, he definitely found he appreciated it on others. Everyone, after all, loves a well-dressed man. “It was good fun, though. Took notes. Think I’ve learned enough to get m’self a raise at work now.” He licked and chewed salt from his own lower lip, rose his eyebrows teasingly.

“It depends on where you work, I expect.” Lo unbuttoned a couple of buttons on his shirt, smiling and running his hands through his strawberry-blonde (never ginger, why would you say that?) hair. “I hope you don’t object to your food.” Lo’s secretary had gotten him a double meat, extra tomato, no lettuce or onions.

Ginger was the term for proper redheads -- Lo was clearly not. Still, whatever the color, it looked good on him. Scud might have envied the color if he hadn’t been resigned to shit-boring brown since basically forever. Except for that stint of green. But that hadn’t gone well, not really.

“Autobody shop. Ain’t really getting a raise. Mechanics are easy to find.” He paused as he unwrapped his burger from waxy paper. “S’fine, really. Beggars and choosers and cheeseburgers. Whatever the saying is?” Because he didn’t really care. And he’d learned very early in life to not be picky. Anyway, it was more interesting to see how much more a state of undress this not-ginger could get into before Scud finished off his fries.

“It’s a pity I don’t need any body work done,” Lo managed to quip without cracking a smile. “And that isn’t the saying at all, but it applies more in this situation.” Unwrapping his burger, Lo ate very tidily, at least as tidily as one could eat fast food. He licked some errant ketchup from the corner of his mouth a few moments later, sucking some off of his thumb. “Are you a native?”

Ah, yes, smalltalk. The awkward part of the one night stand. Lo hated it more than the leaving part. At least you were actually leaving during that bit.

Body work. Good one. Scud showed his appreciation with a crooked smile and a tilt of his head that was not unlike one a small happy dog might have given.

Small talk was a mess -- usually a little on the boring and awkward side, but Scud liked to think he’d mastered the art of it. After all, hitchhiking across the country with strangers meant having to talk to an awful lot of strangers. “Everybody’s a native of somewhere,” he pointed out, easily enough. “I’m from Jersey. But the weather is nicer here. And eyecandy. And all the people seem t’work out.”

“Thank god you don’t have the accent,” Lo chuckled. “I’d have to keep your mouth full for the duration of your visit.” The entendres were intentionally doubled.

It was definitely called for, particularly while eating double doubles, thanks. “I can fake it, if you’d still like to,” Scud’s response was almost saccharine, but the effect was ruined by his sucking on the straw of his soda. Okay. Not really ruined. Because euphemisms, man.

Lo shook his head, smirking and leaning back. “Maybe later. Do you want to skip to the naked part now? Or are you the sort that wouldn’t want to waste the food?” He wiped his hands on a paper napkin, chuckling to himself.

“It’s your dime,” Scud said, but then gave a pause, blinking. “The food, obviously. Not the--” No need to finish that sentence. Sometimes a guy just had to make it clear he wasn’t a prostitute though. Just sayin’. Smooth fucking operator, over here.

To make up for that particular faux pas, the scruffier of men decided it would be best to just get to the naked part, and so pulled his t-shirt off over his head.

“I didn’t think you were,” Lo murmured, but he saw that his companion was taking off his shirt. “Oh. We’re - oh.” He’d been planning on taking him home, but the office would work too.

Standing up, Lo wiped his hands off again, taking the food and throwing it out in the main room. They still had a few hours until the cleaning crew arrived, but to be safe, he locked the front door and pulled all the blinds such. That done, he unbuttoned his shirt all the way, returning to his office in just his trousers.

“Oh?” Scud repeated in question, pausing with a jumble of t-shirt in his lap -- but then gave up on his curiosity on the matter when blinds were pulled and doors locked. How could he have been aware that Lo’s plans had been anything but this? Burgers at the office and sex at home was convoluted -- maybe this well dressed fellow really didn’t do this all too often. Or maybe Scud was just too eager. It didn’t matter much in the long run.

“Okay?” He asked instead, standing up and away from the little table he’d so easily made a home at earlier.

Lo grinned, chuckling to himself. “I was going to take you back to my place, but this works as well. Unless you’d prefer a bed.” Lo shrugged off his very expensive shirt. He was more well muscled than most people thought upon first glance, but it was a singer’s build, rangy.

"Oh." Scud said, and although he didn't mind the idea of office sex (obviously), he couldn't help but wonder what kind of home this man would have. Oh, well. There was a rule in the bible or something that said once you had your shirt off there was no turning back. Lo, in particular, looked pretty damn nice without a shirt and Scud was loathe to imagine him putting it on again. He liked that thin but muscular sort of build - fit, but not ripped. All good.

"Desk," Scud said, shrugging broad shoulders and moving ever closer to run an appraising hand down Lo's chest. "Bed. Same difference."

“It’s an enormous difference, actually.” Lo took a fistful of Scud’s hair into his hand, tugging him closer to snog him, a hard bruising thing that Lo had been saving up since the other man had walked into the room. Scud was gorgeous, and Lo figured he knew that.

Oh, he knew it all right. In his own way, of course. Because Scud only did and knew things on his own weird terms, anyway.

He 'hmmphed,' out a little reply - and thought about the obvious joke about enormous whatevers, but didn't bother going there. There'd been enough euphemisms for the day, and kissing was better. It was all rough and salt and the aftertaste of ketchup and Scud was pretty sure there wasn't much better at this moment.

Shortly cropped nails that still managed to be stained from too much automotive work scraped down Lo's sides until they met the obstacle of too-nice slacks.

Tugging Scud’s head back by his hair, Lo nipped at the other man’s neck and undid his expensive belt with his one free hand, snapping it loose of the belt loops and smiling against Scud’s Adam’s apple. “Fuck, you even taste good,” he groaned, nipping sharply before leaning back to undo his trousers.

Scud didn't exactly whimper, but the noise he made was close to that after adding a laugh on top of it. He wondered about how a belt could sound so authentically leather, but dropped the thought just as quickly. "Only gets better," he said in half quip, because he felt the need to impress this other man (maybe it was the hair. Or the belt. Who knew), at least on some level.

Ever one to need something to do with his hands, Scud pressed forward a little more to help out; Lo seemed like a clever sort of dude, but hey, zippers were tricky and Scud had some pretty deft fingers in regards such as these.

“I’m sure it does.” Lo stepped out of his trousers, kicking them further across the room, leaving himself just in his forty-dollar European cut boxer-briefs, fumbling to get the button and zipper undone on Scud’s jeans. “I really did have every intention of getting to know you first,” he mumbled.

Forty dollar unmentionables seemed almost silly to Scud, who was the sort who just went without. Easy breezy, beautiful, man. Then again, he'd never seen a slenderly-muscular man who didn't look good in boxer-briefs, and so Scud found no reason to vocalize his thoughts on the matter. He'd lost his boots somewhere from the table to where he was now, and it was only too easy to step on the bottoms of his jeans once they were unbuttoned and have them fall straight down to the floor after sliding from his hips. He was slender too, in his own right.

"Oh?" he asked almost wryly, both amused and interested in that tidbit. He wasn't really one to get to know people in these situations -- but only because he assumed no one else wanted to either. He chewed at his own bottom lip before he remembered he could be chewing on Lo's instead. "Well, make it sushi next time, then." It was a strange statement of only the vaguest intent, but there it was.

“I can do that,” Lo smirked, reaching down to run perfectly manicured and well taken care of fingertips over Scud’s half-mast. “I happen to know one of the better sushi chefs in Orange County.” Lo was good at talking, even when it was wildly inappropriate for him to do so. Like when he was running his teeth over someone’s collarbone and pumping them hard, trying to make a good impression. It was a skill.

An endearing sort of skill, which Scud found he liked. Imperfections made people more interesting when they seemed more like quirks than actual issues. If Lo wanted to talk about whatever, Scud would be only too happy to listen. Just so long as there wouldn't be a test later because paying total attention to random chatter while there were also teeth and hand jobs to focus on seemed like a bit much.

He was half leaning against the desk, expensive wood pressing into the curve of his ass (there was a joke there… somewhere), panting his approval into the shell of Lo's ear even as he found a good balancing grip in the other man's hair with one hand. "Fuck," he muttered out, because he was suitably impressed.

“Haven’t yet.” Lo chuckled, shaking his head and leaning back. “I usually keep the condoms and lubricants here for the models I manage - the boys especially are an obnoxiously forgetful lot. I haven’t had anyone use them on me yet.” He’d almost lapsed into a drawl much like Scud’s.

Kissing along Scud’s chest, Lo hummed to himself. He was like some sort of delicious candy that had been delivered to his doorstep. Thank god for the internet.

Right? The internet: It's not just for crazy stalkers and Star Wars enthusiasts anymore!

Scud snorted out a bit of a laugh -- Lo clearly had a job that was far more entertaining than Scud had imagined if he had to keep condoms and lube around. The brunette nearly wanted to ask how he could have not have used the things working around models all day. But some questions were better left unasked, at least for now. Anyway, he clearly wasn't the conversationalist of the two.

"First time for everything," Scud managed to get it all out as a sentence which was pure talent as far as he was concerned because Lo's hand was fucking practically silky and the grip on his cock was firm and perfect. It wasn't quite a reach around to return the favor, but it was a bit a tangle of limbs. His own hands were nothing close to soft.

It didn’t really matter anyway. Somehow, Lo wanted to impress the guy, wanted to make it worth his time having come out. Besides, they were going to get sushi next week. He had to give him a reason to come back, right?

Dropping to his knees, Lo pushed Scud a bit further back onto the table, pinning him there with a forearm as he let his tongue spiral aimlessly around the head of his cock. If it were possible to smirk during a blowjob, Lo would have, but even he wasn’t that good.

Maybe not -- but Lo clearly had a silver tongue and with a little more work, Scud would possibly believe any sort of thing he was told. That was saying a lot, because Scud was a lot of things, but gullible was not on that list.

He liked to watch. With one hand pressed against the top of the table for balance, he made sure to keep his other threaded through Lo's hair -- but tilted away enough not to obstruct his own view. Even pinned against the table, it didn't take much effort to tilt his hips forward in what he liked to think was an inviting way.

That just made Lo chuckle. He dipped his head forward, lips wrapping around him and descending quickly, groaning a little when he could taste him even more fully. But Christ, Scud was receptive too. Lo couldn’t help but run his fingernails over thin hips, pull him closer, sharply twist nipples between two silken fingers.

There was something to be said for office sex.

Scud had to admit he'd never had sex in a nice office like this before, and he was very glad that it hadn't turned out like a scene from a bad porno. Well, yet. But he didn't expect it would if it hadn't already.

"Holy damn, man," Scud hissed out tilting his head back and closing his eyes for a hot second. Two hands were suddenly needed for balance and he almost sadly moved his free one from Lo's hair to manage that . Falling over during blow jobs? Not exactly cool or impressive. And Scud would have liked to remain both cool and impressive in this situation, if at all possible.

Whether he was meant to or not, Scud's new balancing trick left him with grace enough to find a slow rocking rhythm with his hips -- and no one could ever tell him he wasn't damn helpful when he wanted to be.

Fucking hell. That was Lo’s favorite thing, when the guy he was with just took over, just went. This called for less sucking and more of Lo just letting his jaw relax, letting his jaw just fall open and allowing Scud to grab his hair and thrust. A groan was given so Scud knew that was okay.

"Christ," Scud huffed out, because he had a million ways to manage sacrilege and that was before he was even trying at it, "You are fucking -- hot." Understatement of the year? Possibly.

His fingers threaded through Lo's hair again, grip tighter than before. With obvious approval and permission (hey, not every guy liked being literally fucked in the face. It wasn't for everyone), Scud let himself press closer with a more proper amount of determination.

Lo prided himself on being a master of all trades, and that applied to sex as well. He loved the pain in his scalp, the tiny needles of sensation going down his jaw. The not-ginger’s hands were on Scud’s hips, but one drifted southward to run his palm over his own swollen erection, albeit over rather expensive Italian cotton. He groaned loudly despite the muffling he was currently enduring, his fingers curling hard into Scud’s skin.

For as much as Lo had done the talking before, Scud had kind of taken over in that regard -- admittedly, the other man did have his mouth a bit busy, so it seemed only fair to pick up the conversational slack. "Hhh." No. A series of h's hadn't been what he was going for.

Regrouping, Scud chewed on his own lower lip for a minute, teeth sharp against already swollen skin. He brushed his thumbs, calloused but not uncaring, across Lo's temples. "Don't think," he said, and was pleased with himself for finding real words (sometimes it was the little things in life), "I didn't plan on takin' care of that." Because really, though, one person wasn't meant to do all the work.

Leaning back, Lo gasped for breath, licking plump and reddened lips. “How very generous,” he murmured, standing up and kissing Scud hard enough to send him crashing back into the table again. “I do appreciate it. I suppose we can always fetch lubricant and such in a moment.”

Of course, he didn’t know what Scud had planned, or even if there’d be actual penetration. They could always just get each other off in other ways. Really, Lo tended to overthink these things.

"I try," Scud managed after catching himself on the table and right before he rubbed the back of his hand over the tip of his own nose in a manner that was nearly humble. Moving forward again, he went for another kiss. It wasn't something he normally cared for, but Lo was good at it and seemed to like them, too.

He was acutely aware of his own erection now (not that he hadn't been before) and when he pressed himself close to Lo again, the brush of skin against skin was positively distracting. "You suppose? If y'want? If not--" He shrugged, gave a lopsided smile and settled one hand on the not-ginger's hip and the other on his cock. Over thinking was for men on a different sort of pay grade.

“I want,” Lo murmured. He reached down to return the favor with his hand, one pumping Scud’s erection and the other reaching even further down, to run over the faintly chilled skin there. Sucking a possessive, braggart of a bruise on Scud’s neck, Lo chuckled.

Really, Scud could only huff out a noise of approval at such a thing, head tilted back and eyes half closed. If he didn't know better, this was the sort of man he could get used to.

His hand echoed the pumping speed that Lo's gave, because the amount of concentration it took allowed him to focus a little. "Good," he said after a moment, and he couldn't help but sound happy about it.

The happy noises that Scud made sent Lo’s erection to throbbing faintly. “Kind of glad I bitched about not getting laid online.” He grinned to himself, breathing deeply.

Scud practically preened over that. His smile was only subdued by his own teeth digging into his bottom lip again. Still. "Only kinda?" He asked, and couldn't quite manage pouty before leaning forward to steal another kiss.

“I’m sure I’ll be ridiculously pleased before you leave.” He found that he liked kissing Scud, that the slight chapped sensation of the lower lip Scud couldn’t help but nibble upon felt like heaven on his perfectly moisturized ones. He liked the way Scud smelled like cigarettes and motor oil, tasted like salt and french fries. “I am taking you to sushi next week. You’ve impressed me well enough.”

"Hell, L, only glad to impress." Somehow, Scud had managed to make shorter a name that had only consisted of two letters in the first place. It was a personal talent of his brought on by both amusement and laziness. The truth of the matter though was that Scud actually was pleased for it. Not only was the compliment nice but also the idea of a repeat performance.

He nipped at Lo's ear, twisting his hand a bit to change up his grip on the man's cock. "Now where's your secret stash at?" Prepositions at the end of sentences were for winners.

Kissing him between sentences, Lo stood up and went to his desk to toss a bottle of lube toward Scud, walking back over with a condom. “Here you are. Do what you will.”

Scud caught the lube and curiously uncapped it, giving it a little sniff. Thankfully it was unscented and he didn't need to worry about an overdose of strawberry vanilla ruining the mood.

"This the part where I ask what your preference is?" he asked, raising a brow, although he got the sense that Lo probably didn't care much about top or bottom so much as whatever worked for the moment.

“Yes,” Lo quipped. “That’s my preference.”

If Scud wasn’t so chill, this might have been the part where he slapped his own forehead in consternation. Luckily, he was. And so he only gave a half laugh before plucking the condom from Lo’s hand and tearing the packaging open with his teeth.

Lo still didn’t know what Scud was going to do with the condom, strictly - opening it wasn’t a sign, not really! - but he couldn’t help but smirk as he watched Scud move. “Mmm, speaking of raises. It’s a pity I can’t hire you to just stare at you all day.”

He was getting there! Jeez.

Intent was made clear (thanks) when Scud rolled the latex over his own erection, smirking all the while. “S’that a job? Probably not, or else I’d ask what it’d pay.” Hey, he was pretty. He knew it. Why not?

Though he’d been expecting it, Lo bit his lip and grinned. “It could be. How much would you like?” Lo shook his head, laughing. “I jest. I don’t want to cheapen you.” He wouldn’t say ‘cheapen this’ - they were having a one night stand based upon the pretense of hamburgers. But Scud? Scud wasn’t a whore. Lo liked prostitutes - most of the call girls he knew were quite sweet, to say nothing of the rent boys - but still. “Considering I’m taking you out for sushi next week.”

Oh, good. The idea had been funny, but Scud was sure he’d done enough in the way of sex for favors and money in his youth where he was no longer interested in it. It was far more entertaining to be able to just do it for the sake of fun. “I’d get bored too quick sittin’ around and lookin’ pretty anyway,” Scud did so like having something to do with his hands. He half prompted the not-ginger to turn around and lean against the table even as he spoke.

Lo bit his lower lip when Scud had him turn around. He grinned and looked over his shoulder at Scud. “Is that why you’re a mechanic? To keep from being bored?” He was surprised to find that he wanted to get to know his visitor.

Focusing on that little bottle of lube, Scud tipped some of it into his hand, working it on his fingers until they were slick, almost messy. “Curbs the wanderlust somewhat, anyway,” he found himself saying before pressing tiny kisses down the other man’s spine. “An’ to be fair, I’m not good at much else.”

“Having a steady job does?” Oh, god, Scud was making it hard to speak. Lo bit his lower lip, something he never did, something he must have picked up from Scud. “Is it terrible and bloody minded of me to say I’m glad?” Lo normally had the reverse problem he was having with Scud; usually he was cool and aloof, even during sex. Perhaps it was because Scud was so unassuming, so very much himself, utterly without pretense, that Lo felt his own barriers dropped.

It was kind of a strange time to be having a conversation like this, but Scud found he rather liked it too. It was - comfortable? While he was well aware that showing up to someone’s place for sex was usually exactly that, it was pretty damn nice to find someone actually interested in him at the same time for reasons other than sex.

“Sometimes, yeah.” he agreed, “Can’t just wander forever. Might as well pretend I’m respectable enough t’stay put, ya know?” Even as he spoke, he moved the slick fingers of his right hand against the not-ginger’s hole. His left hand petted Lo’s side in a nearly comforting manner. “N-- well. S’nice of you to say so,” he murmured of the admittance, both pleased and puzzled for it.

“I really only planned on shagging you stupid and sending you on your way.” He arched his back into Scud’s fingers, sighing contentedly. “Sorry if I’m not operating according to plan.” One night stand protocol had been breached; Lo was sure he’d get a nasty letter from the committee at some point.

Part of Lo’s brain, the Cynical Asshole corridor, was screaming loudly. Shut up shut up shut up this is not a date stop it! Lo sighed at himself, leaning back to steal another snog. He was overthinking.

That committee was pretty strict, too. You mess up once (okay, technically it had to be twice) and you were right out on your ass.

“Hmm,” hmmed Scud before kissing back from his awkward angle. Believe it or not, conversation was hard when you were preparing to fuck a guy senseless. Still, he tried -- but not without continuing his previous efforts and so slowly pressing a finger inside Lo. “Plans -- are boring,” he said, testing the waters of... well. Whatever was going on here between the two of them, because he could firmly say he didn’t have a damn clue.

“You’re being far too gentle,” Lo murmured. He bit his lower lip, arching against him. “Unless you’re trying to tease, in which case, carry on.” Plans were stupid, and he knew that they were pretty stupid anyway and usually ended up getting ruined, but still - he wanted to point out that he wasn’t usually this sappy.

Scud didn’t really think conversations or plans for sushi was exceptionally sappy, and so didn’t see any reason to be concerned about Lo’s sudden apologies.

“Oh,” Scud blinked and tilted his head to the side in a way that was not unlike a curious puppy. Still, he got the message and snorted out his amusement in response. He wasn’t exactly teasing, not really. So, like many men might do in his position, he stopped being gentle. He pushed his finger in completely with enough pressure and force to make sure Lo needed that table in front of him.

Life was so much easier when people just said what they wanted. Scud appreciated it completely.

There were a lot of things Lo was bad at; being up front and direct was not one of them. Leaning over a bit, Lo groaned appreciatively. He liked to feel the burn after, he liked to wince and pant and groan. His toes curling, Lo moved backward a bit with his hips only, torso still flat on the desk. “Every time I have a meeting in here, I’ll be thinking of this, you know.”

Scud laughed over that -- a tiny near-snicker of a noise that probably seemed a little weird in conjunction with his rough fingers. "Well," he drawled out, leaning over to nibble at Lo's shoulder. "Let's make it real memorable, huh?"

That made Lo nod to himself, eyes closing and smiling when Scud kissed his shoulder. It was comfortable, not strange at all. That was weird and kind of scary.

Scud nodded too, although it was just a subtle little dip of his head. Pleased with his own handiwork (haha.) and the lube, Scud removed his fingers with a sharp movement that he followed up by a not at all thought out slap to Lo's ass. Sometimes he just did things without thinking. Oh well. It made a nice noise.

He didn't ask if the other man was ready; he didn't need to. From this short time, he'd learned that the man liked it rough and that his preference was yes. And all that worked for Scud just fine.

The slap would’ve made him giggle had he time to think about it. But he was glad that he didn’t. Scud had pressed in hard, had moved his hips forward with a decisive snap, with a forward thrust that made Lo groan and lean forward all the more. It made his own erection throb and bob up harder, which made it move against the table, which made him shiver. “Son of a bitch.”

That wasn't something he heard often, and it definitely made Scud giggle. "Prob'ly," he agreed in a lazy sort of tone that didn't match his moving hips at all. Scud did not care to find a rhythm at first -- instead thrusting, pausing, thrusting again. "Fuck," he said, and not for the first time. This time, at least, it was true.

Also true, was the word he'd given Lo on the fact that he'd take care of his needs. It didn't take much to lean over just a little more, reaching past the table to grip his erection. He liked to please the people he slept with, and he found that he rather just liked Lo in general. His goal was to keep up that level of impression.

If Lo were the sort, he’d be sending Scud flowers to thank him. So it was a good thing he wasn’t; that would end up terribly embarrassing. Instead, Lo just mewled loudly, biting down on his own forearm to muffle himself lest he yowl too much like a cat in heat.

It had been known to happen.

Flowers would be a bit much, admittedly. Flowers were for people who dated, and held hands and saw movies. Scary. Weird.

That mewl? Gift enough for Scud. "Fuckin' Christ, L," Scud huffed out -- forcing himself to stop for a second -- resting his forehead on the small of the other man's back until he was feeling a little more in control of himself, until his shallow little breaths actually gave him some air to breathe again. His hands were always fidgety though, always moving, and so he did not stop his work in that regard. His free hand found purchase in Lo's hair, and held on there.

“What?” Lo was out of breath, somehow exhausted and feeling winded despite having done nothing more tiring than stand up for the last few minutes. Fingers in his hair, tugging, that always made Lo shiver, and he bit his lower lip hard. “I’m kind of uh. Too loud,” he muttered by way of apology. “I’d say you could gag me, but alas, don’t have one in hand.”

"Not a problem, you really ain't," Scud muttered out; he liked it when people were loud. He liked when people were just as obvious and lacking in subtly as he was, sometimes. At least then he knew exactly what was up. There was nothing worse than sleeping with someone who was silent as the grave. It was off-putting, and he always wondered if maybe he was just doing something wrong.

Although, okay, yeah, gags were kind of hot.

Once his breath had caught up with him, Scud made the effort to find a proper rhythm in his thrusting. He chewed his own bottom lip again; because as primal as something like this could be, it still took a strange amount of concentration.

He liked the way Scud mumbled, the way he muttered and murmured under his breath. Lo hoped he liked that he bucked back into his hips, that he tossed his hair out of his forehead, that he sweated and whimpered Scud’s name over and over.

All those things were definitely on Scud's list of current favorite things. He'd probably say so, but somewhere between here and there he'd lost the ability to actually say things that weren't just completely silly or nonsensical. If dirty talk was right out, so were things like 'you know, you are a spectacularly good looking man and I really like the way you're saying my name right now.'

He tightened his grip on Lo's erection -- turned his hand somewhat in order to brush his thumb over its tip, and huffed out a little noise that wasn't quite a whimper but was probably close enough for anyone keeping score.

That thumb was just cheating. Not that Lo was going to complain, not that anyone really ever complained about sexual cheaters while they were with them. Whimpering loudly when he came, Lo saw stars and the birth of a new galaxy. It had been a while.

Scud wasn't far behind -- there was no new galaxy to see, but instead fun spots of color as he buried his cheek into the spot between Lo's shoulder blades. They were both kind of sweaty, but the not-ginger's skin was remarkably soft. Scud, in turn, was remarkably pleased for just about everything.

He rested there for a moment, catching his breath and giving the other man random pets while he did so. He couldn't think of anything to say just yet, so he didn't.

Scud’s calloused fingers felt like heaven against his back, and Lo sighed contentedly. “Never seen my office from this angle before,” he quipped. “It’s nice.”

He laughed at that, laying a too comfortable kiss onto Lo’s back before pulling away; sighing a little as he actually pulled out of the man. Blue eyes looked around for a box of tissues. “Tell you what’d be nicer, still.” he said, having seemingly found his drawl again. “A cigarette.”

“I handroll my own, but I also have pretty much every brand here as well. What’s your poison?” Lo bit his lip hard at that kiss, wishing that this wouldn’t be the last time he felt it.

“Yes,” said Scud, echoing Lo’s own preference for sex earlier. His vice was cigarettes in general, and wasn’t the pickiest about it. “Menthol,” he clarified further, even as he cleaned himself off a bit. “Bit like an after dinner mint.”

Lo chuckled to himself, shaking his head and opening up the safe where he kept the cigarettes, opening a pack of Newports and lighting two of them. “I used to smoke these whenever I had a bit of a sore throat. Which I’m sure is silly.” He handed Scud one of the already lit cigarettes, wondering if the other man would pick up on the accidental intimacy of the gesture.

Scud was a man who went far beyond casual when it came to smoking -- there wasn’t any way he couldn’t half noticed. He took the smoke, fingers brushing against Lo’s as he did so, and gave a smile that was oddly reserved. “Thanks, L,” he said, because that wasn’t a nickname that was ever going away, apparently.

He leaned against the desk where they’d just been, inhaled deeply and just let the smoke sit there for a while before exhaling. “A bit silly, maybe.” Then again, every smoker knew how silly it was to smoke while they had a sore throat anyway. It never seemed to stop anyone.

Lo nodded in response to the thanking, sitting down on the plush rug that ran along his office and laying down on his back. He stretched a bit as he smoked, inhaling with no hands and exhaling through his nose. He’d been smoking since he was twelve, it was kind of his lifeblood at that point. The only thing more sacred was coffee.

“So. Sushi?”

Cigarettes, coffee and sex. Throw in booze and Scud had probably just found his soulmate. Except that was awkward, wasn’t it?

He watched the other man for a moment, blowing out a little ring of smoke and scratching the tip of his nose with his thumb. “Sushi,” he agreed, tone slow as if he were just testing it out.
“Oh, I’m sorry, I should’ve offered you something to drink.” Lo motioned to the wood paneled cabinet at the back of the office. “Whatever you like.”

If Scud was awkward about walking around naked to poke through Lo’s things in his office, he certainly didn’t let on to it. Pushing his bangs out of his eyes he squinted at the bottles. “Yer well equipped,” he felt the need to point out, but didn’t actually move to take anything. He had an odd urge to just go lay down next to the other man, but thought it might be a bit strange of him to do so. “Do you-- want something?”

“If you’re pouring. Two fingers of scotch, neat, please.” Normally he wouldn’t indulge during a work day, but he also usually didn’t have sex on lunch, either. With his eyes closed, Lo looked like a particularly contented housecat.

So he poured as asked and then padded over to Lo with two drinks in one hand and his cigarette in the other. He settled himself down onto the rug as well then, handing one of the drinks off before finding a lazy position of his own. This was the part that was meant to be awkward, but he didn’t really feel it. Their silence was pleasant enough, and there was no shame in indulging in all the things he liked all at once, here.