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The Fooling Around Meme

Somewhere further than making out yet not quite going all the way, "fooling around" is a time honored tradition. It's easy, low-pressure, and there are no real parameters - above the clothes or not. Sound good? Maybe you're young and want to try but not commit to anything too carnal. Similarly, you could want to explore somebody's, well, body because they're so different than you. There's also the possibility that you want to make them happy or see how they react to feeling beyond great. Could it be that you're a tease, even?

Or you could just be bored. There's nothing on TV, anyway.

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It's been a long day at the bakery. He'd started early because he couldn't sleep, a little too uncomfortable from his previous client he'd spent the evening with, and working a long shift at the bakery was the best way he knew to feel safe. He was surrounded by familiar company, smiling faces, and plenty of sugary baked goods to drown his sorrows in come break time. Even though he didn't have to, he stayed until it was closing time, long after everyone else had left to tend to their personal duties. Some were simply turning in for the night, heading home to have a good, restful sleep.

Others had their other clients to go to. His boss, Phil, was one among them - he'd been gone for nearly an hour, and Jeremy insisted he was fine finishing up by himself when he'd left. Though he noticed that Phil didn't seem particularly enthused about his visit tonight, and Jeremy watched him go with a small frown. Business may have been going well with the bakery, but it was clear the toll their lives in Eros was taking on them.

Still, he tries to keep his spirits up. As hard as that can be sometimes, he knows that Phil gets more upset when he sees Jeremy upset, so he tries to stay positive and smile as much as he can - at least, while Phil's present. With the closed up bakery to himself, it's not as important. But all the same, he can't help worrying a little, and hoping that whoever Phil's with isn't someone dreadful or unpleasant. He's not envious, exactly - they haven't really had a chance to sit down and discuss ... whatever it was between them. Attraction, certainly. But anything else ... he just didn't know yet.

The shop's almost all cleaned up by now. Jeremy's doing one final sweep of the main floor, his coat and tie draped over a chair, the top buttons of his dress shirt opened (sweeping is warm work.) The radio's still on, quietly playing a familiar jazz tune in the background, and he may have been sweeping along to the beat of the music before he suddenly stops at the sound of keys in the front door, the bell ringing to signal a guest entering - or, in this case, the shop owner.

"-- oh," Jeremy says as he pauses his chores, confused but at the same time, a little relieved to see Phil returning. "I-I didn't know y-you'd be back."

Phil hadn't planned on coming back the Phone Tap this early but he just didn't have the heart to stay the night with the client. Sarah wanted him to woo a local distributor of forbidden wine from the eastern coast, make them see what carnal goods were available if they established a commercial route with Eros. With the sisters in power, each Maeve could rule over whatever they pleased and in turn provided their servants many more liberties and yet bound to the deals. This particular deal had an extra kick-back for the baker that made it hard to say no: six months' worth of the very rare ingredients Phil needed to make Jeremy's regeneration medicine. The Bite of '87's influence was lessened with every dose.

With the transaction done, and the merchant thoroughly pleased with a mere handjob (one of Phil's easier marks and yet wholly unsatisfying), he was no longer needed in the Corsican building. Gray knew how much these transactions affected Jeremy even if the latter didn't want to say it out loud. As he was his hands, it killed the former Phone Guy to see his guard do his best to put a smile and a positive front-

Wait, his guard? When did that happen? Jeremy was no one's to belong to other than Sarah. He hoped she didn't get the same ideas that brought him so much misery and anguish, Fitzgerald deserved better.

"Hi-hello," he greeted with a softer tone in his voice and a smile on his lips, "Working overtime?" That was a very good look for Jeremy though, and Phil might've bit his lip in approval.

He did worry that something had gone wrong with Phil's client. He couldn't necessarily figure out why that could be - Phil was a kind and charming man, and plenty well experienced, so it certainly couldn't be anything he'd done. But Jeremy knew well enough that clients could be incredily difficult to please for any number of reasons, he had enough of his own experience in that area. He just hoped that nothing had gone terribly wrong, since Phil had mentioned it was very important.

But regardless of his worries, Jeremy couldn't help feeling a little glad to see him back so soon. It wasn't that he couldn't handle closing up shop on his own, but the walk back home this late at night all alone wasn't something he was thrilled to do. And, well ... he just liked to be with Phil.

It was difficult to try and put into words exactly what it was that he felt for his employer. He was the first person he'd met in Eros, and despite his earlier suspicions, the man was nothing but gentle and caring towards him. Phil made him smile, made him laugh, made him feel safe and protected. It was hard not to feel fond of him, but was it just fondness? He couldn't tell.

"Oh-- y-yeah, sorry, I-I guess it is pretty late," he admits, gently tapping his fingers against the broom handle. Phil was still his employer, after all, he might have rules about overtime. He doesn't immediately register the way Phil looks at him, as he reaches to rub the back of his neck, but he is starting to feel fairly warm and he's not sure if it's just because of the work.

"I'll-- I'll be d-done quick, I'm almost f-finished." But, he can't help his curiosity. "Did, uh ... everything go o-okay? You m-mentioned it was important."

The fondness was reciprocated as Phil enjoyed the smiles and the little jokes that Jeremy would slip in on occasion. He was a clever man and it showed in the way he could sell customers on some sweets. Or he'd sampled the merchandise and spoke from experience. Either way, it was enough for Gray to sneak in a few flirtations and lullaby him when the nightmares came. And yet, he desired Jeremy in ways that could be considered beyond their occupation. Ever since that night with the chocolates, the manager found himself drawn to his employee, remembering those nights oh so pleasantly when he was with his clients.

"Everything went fine, I just finished early and got what I needed. Short fuses and all that," Phil answered the question as he admitted his client didn't bother to last the appointment. He gently batted away at Jeremy's wandering hand, lest not he get a bad habit. God, he could kiss those lips right now and it wouldn't be so inappropriate. But he cared about Jeremy, enough to at least suggest the idea before seizing anything.

"You've been working so hard, I want to reward you," he practically purred at this, knowing he was in the arms of someone he trusted.

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It is a relief to hear that it all went well. Phil wasn't normally the sort to lie about a bad encounter, and if it did go bad then there would usually be physical signs of it that Jeremy could pick up on. But the man seemed to be in good health and good spirits, so he allows himself a small smile and lets himself just be glad that it wasn't a deal gone wrong. He wasn't sure what he'd do if Phil returned in an unwell state ... he didn't exactly know much for first aid, and he certainly didn't want to mix up any of Phil's healing potions-- what if he grabbed a love potion by mistake?

His thoughts are quickly interrupted by Phil's gentle touch to his hand, and he finds his own subconsciously lingering against his skin before he realizes just what it is Phil's saying to him. He doesn't really believe that he's worked any harder than any of the bakery's other employees ... and the mention of being rewarded for it has him both stumped and flustered.

"O-Oh ... you don't-- you don't h-have to ..." He moves both hands to the broom handle, not exactly shying away but just being a little shy in general, as he usually was when Phil was ever this close to him. He's not sure what Phil's planning, but it is nice to just be with him like this. "What, uhm ... what s-sort of reward you th-thinkin' about?"

"I do. Double shifts and clearing out the inventory do deserve rewards.

That momentary pause and timid behavior was enough to make Phil's breath hitch, but he forced himself not to think about it too much. Jeremy was still untouched by the city's corruption, and Gray intended it to stay that way. He wouldn't have to see any more clients than he was minimally required, he would be sheltered from the underground. He cannot be broken.

"...Would you like to join me in a little fun in the manager's quarters?" it's so formal but the words don't leave much to the imagination. He wanted to slam his employee against the wall and make him writhe in pleasure. For being such a shy rabbit of a man, he could scream and scratch his back until the skin was raw. Hell, even the thought of skin touching skin gave him a chill down his spine.

"I find myself more than a little infatuated with you," he admitted.

To him, it just sounded more like doing his job, as well as being somewhat cowardly and looking for excuses to stay in to avoid having to be out with clients. He didn't exactly feel good about it - everyone in Eros was subjected to the same lifestyle and the same punishments for not complying, the latter being something he was always worried about having to face one day. But it hadn't come up yet, so Jeremy was content to just get by with the few clients he did see and he just tried not to step out of line or get into any trouble.

And then there was Phil. The man was so kind and careful with him, he took such extensive measures to make sure Jeremy was safe and taken care of - he did have a sneaking suspicion that Phil had something to do with his gradually recovering mental and physical health, he just wasn't sure exactly how he was doing it. He appreciated the thought, of course ... but was he really someone worthy of that much care and effort?

It didn't seem likely. But it was hard to argue anything with Phil when the man was so close to him, saying things like ... that. There's the familiar part of him that doubts what he's saying (he's probably just wound up from an unsatisfying client and looking for an outlet,) but the rest of him was far too distracted with everything else Phil was saying. And implying.

"I-- ..." Phil would have to excuse him for being a little lost for words. Even though it wasn't the first time they'd been together intimately, it was still something he was nervous about. Hell, he still couldn't even fully undress in front of him, or his clients for that matter. But it wasn't exactly an offer he could so quickly refuse, not when they shared the same attraction and the same heat between them. "... I-I'm not ... someone so in--infatuating ... but I-- I wouldn't want to t-turn you down."

... it's after a brief pause, when he adds, "... sir."

The formality, the use of sir, is what gets Phil to act on his feelings and takes a little kiss to the lips. Of course he was well worth the effort and the measures, he was a sweet man who deserved better than to suffer through hell for the mistakes of others. But it wasn't just the sense of duty that drove the baker to make the gesture.

"You don't have to call me sir, you know that right?" he whispered against Jeremy with just a hint of vulnerability that not many people saw. "Do you want to be with me?"

He asked to know if Jeremy's desires were his and not out of any sort of duty. He wanted Jeremy to have the free will to answer what he thought best for himself. Sure Phil was a bit wound up from the client but when he came through those doors and saw Fitzgerald with his shirt collar unbuttoned, the client evaporated.

The second Phil leans in to kiss him and their lips touch, Jeremy finds he doesn't really give two shits if Phil's just riled up from a dissatisfying client experience. They haven't kissed much (and Jeremy rarely, if ever, kisses his own clients, so he doesn't have much experience to compare,) but Phil's the only one who makes him shiver and sets him on fire at the same time. Maybe that's supposed to mean something, but he's not about to start thinking like that right now. There's not a lot of thinking necessary for right now, anyway.

"I know ..." He says it as confidentally as he can manage - which isn't much, but it's enough to get across to Phil that the title had been intentional, and very much an indication of his eagerness to share an intimate moment with the man. Even if it was nothing more than physical, and even if it was just because Phil was riled up from his client, Jeremy couldn't say no to him.

So when the question's asked of him, Jeremy proves his point as best he can, by reaching for Phil's tie to gently tug him closer in order to answer softly against his lips. "I w-want to be with y-you."

Phil wasted no time in pulling Jeremy into a breath-stealing kiss, while his hands explored his lover's back and pants. The conflicting sensation of hesitation and thrill drove him to push his employee against the table, not too hard in case of any injury. He couldn't find ways to stop himself once he felt the urges rise, and even less when it was reciprocated.

The apron tossed aside, Phil had more liberty to unbutton the shirt with one hand and nip along the now exposed skin while the other hooked Jeremy's leg along his hips. "God, you're everything good in this world..." he whispered with a heady voice.

It's such a quick reaction after admitting his desires that Jeremy almost feels whiplash as he's pulled in close for that kiss. He still wonders how he could have such an effect on this man, and his doubts and fears are always in the back of his mind coming up with reasons why that could be the case, none of them particularly positive. But it's hard to listen to those worries when Phil seems fully intent on ravishing him in the middle of the lobby, and he can't even think straight enough to ask if Phil locked the door when he arrived.

Everything happens so fast, from his apron being dropped to the floor to his back hitting the table behind him, and at some point he'd dropped the broom as well but he can't recall when exactly he let go in order to wrap his arms around Phil to hold on tight. Already he's embarrassingly whimpery, flushed red and heart racing, and Phil's not helping with his roaming hands and sweet words. It's all Jeremy can do to hold on, adjust his position to be properly sitting on the table so his other leg can hike up around Phil's hip, bringing him even closer against him.

Phil was eager, energetic, and when he was acting on an urge, he did not wait. He ravaged Jeremy's neck with kisses, wanting to hear those wonderful sounds the man made without fail. Hell, he could go forth and fuck Fitzgerald senseless, make him scream. But first, he wanted to torture his employee, grinding against him with their clothes. He was already halfway hard, what's a preview to come be but helping him further into their rough playtime?

Gray whispered an "I love you" into Jeremy's ear before nibbling on it and taking off his shirt when he could. He could do so much to his lover, everything under the sun if he willed it, or wished it...

"I suspect I'm addicted to you," he added, grinning against flushed skin.

Did he hear that right? He probably didn't hear that right. It's all a rush and flurry of emotions, high drive and passion, he must've just imagined some words had slipped past Phil's lips in all the daze of heat and emotion. Maybe he was just pretending to hear words he wanted to hear, but that thought was a selfish thought and he dare not voice it. What would Phil think, if his employee and subordinate was harbouring a crush, feelings only made stronger and the situation worse with every touch and every kiss they shared?

Nah, he was hearing things. His imagination was running wild. That was all it was. And Phil was just riling him up, just to make him whimper and moan and tremble in his grip.

"Is-- is that a b-bad thing?" Jeremy answers softly, still unable to keep from shyness when his shirt's removed and discarded to the floor. He glances quickly towards the bakery's front entrance, wary of leering eyes, but when there's none to be found his confidence begins to return and his hands reach for Phil's belt. "Because-- I-I wouldn't m-mind ..."

As much as Phil enjoyed getting Jeremy hot and bothered, he was sincere in his affections.

"It shouldn't be, not if I want only you," the voice, once jovial, now had a driven undertone, doing a poor job of masking just how much Gray needed this release. His words were borderline blasphemous for their jobs in Eros, they couldn't be monogamous. But as Fitzgerald undid his boss' belt, Phil remembered to shut the windows with a wordless snap of his fingers. Mr. Roberts & Sons Sound-proof Blinds, one snap or your money back. The baker wanted Jeremy all to himself, wicked hands already playing with what hid under his underwear.

"It's you I think about when I'm away," he murmured, being unkind by dragging his lips down from the exposed chest, to the stomach and landing right on top of his prize. He gave it a few tentative kisses, hoping Jeremy would scream...he can feel himself grow impatient.

"How much do you want me?"

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midsyn!au because i was thinking about it a lot today

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