Here We Go Again
Title: Here We Go Again
Characters: Band centric [Simple Plan]
Rating: NC-17
Category: AU, Comedy, Drama
Warning: Language, Slash
Pairing: Pierre/Chuck
Summary:
oh baby can't you see there ain't no place I'd rather be
Author's Note: This is the sequel to kathybates' Summerland. I wrote it as a present for her and she spruced it up and used it as chapter 1. The rest can be read here.
Disclaimer: I don't own them. And if I knew them personally, I probably wouldn't write this.
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Here We Go Again Chapter One
Pierre walked up the three familiar front steps onto the front porch of the small office building. The glass window on the wooden door had the blinds behind it pulled shut, which brought out the black letters screened on the front: COMEAU AND STINCO, ATTORNEYS AT LAW. He knew the blinds were shut because it was lunchtime for those inside, and that was precisely why he was there. Reaching out the hand that wasn't holding the two single-sized pizza boxes, he opened the door and let himself in.
The office waiting room he walked in on was all but vacant, not surprising at all. Around a divider, he could see that the office of Mr. Stinco's paralegal-also Mr. Stinco's son-was deserted as well. He assumed that the both of them must be out to lunch by now. From behind the frosted glass of the door-ANDRE COMEAU-he could hear two deep voices speaking rapidly and sounding very agitated. He knocked lightly on the door and then poked his head inside without waiting to be invited in. The two men in the room appeared not to notice.
"Please, make sure these get filed away tonight before you leave; they don't have to be filed right now-there are more important things to handle first-but they have to be done. And make sure those forms get to the Post Office before it closes! Here they are!" Pierre watched as the older man pushed a manila envelope into a mailing folder and then pushed that into Chuck's hands. "I'm off to have lunch with that client - uhm - "
"Marseau, Dad. You're having lunch with Mr. Marseau."
"Right! I won't be coming back to the office after lunch-neither will François; he and Jeff are going to be out all day-so make sure you bring anything that I'm going to need back to the house when you come home. And remember you still have that research-"
"Dad! I've got it all under control and written down. You can take a deep breath now." He had both of his hands placed on his father's shoulders and the two were staring at one another.
"Yes, you're right," Andre nodded and shook his head as he stood up straight and cleared his throat. He glanced toward the door then and appeared to notice Pierre for the first time. "Oh, hi, Pierre. What's that?"
Pierre blinked with confusion for a moment before he remembered the boxes he held. "Oh, I brought lunch," he said as he lifted the two pizza boxes and gave a smile. "It's not a bad day, is it?"
Andre shook his head, "Of course not! I'm about to leave right now, anyway, then he's yours for the afternoon." Chuck was already holding up his briefcase when Andre went to reach for it. Pierre stepped to the side when Andre came his way and went straight for the door, calling out for Chuck to please lock it behind him. Chuck came running past Pierre and out to lock the door as soon as it shut behind his father. Pierre watched this all happen with a mild amusement.
With Andre gone, Chuck turned and headed back into his office, acting almost as if Pierre wasn't there at all. He grabbed the large packing envelope his dad had left on his desk and put it into his messenger bag. He removed his suit jacket to reveal a white shirt with thin blue and red stripes and blue silk tie before putting the bag strap over his head. He draped the jacket over the back of his chair and gave the room a quick sweep with his eyes before looking back at Pierre.
"Okay, let's go," he said, motioning towards the door that Pierre had entered through minutes before. Pierre blinked, and was a little surprised to find that Chuck hadn't forgotten he was there at all. With a nod, he followed Chuck out of the office and down to the sidewalk. As they walked down the street, Chuck loosened his tie and unbuttoned the top button of his shirt. Pierre handed Chuck one of the boxes he had been holding and took note of Chuck's more relaxed appearance. Inside each of the boxes were two slices of cheese pizza. They reached into their own boxes and pulled out a slice as they walked down the street and ate their late lunch.
"What's it like working for your dad?" Pierre asked curiously after they were almost to the Post Office. He watched as Chuck took a bite of his pizza and pondered the question.
"I love it," Chuck replied as he brought a napkin to his mouth to wipe away any excess sauce. "If it were anyone else working for him, they'd probably think it was really hard, like, if you don't know him? He's got this way about him; he's really high strung. I like working around him like that, though. There's always something to be done, you know?"
"Well, now I know where you get it from," Pierre said jokingly.
"Haha, you're so funny," Chuck retorted as he lightly pushed Pierre, laughing along. "How did you like your non-summer jobs this year?" Chuck inquired before putting the last bite of pizza into his mouth.
"Well, I'm at the physical therapy office during the week, which is pretty sweet. I'm really lucky that I'm doing what I want to right out of school and getting paid decently for it. And then, you know that I love guarding at the Y guarding on the weekends. It doesn't get much better than this."
"Except for camp," Chuck reminded him.
"Except for camp," Pierre agreed with a laugh. "There's nothing better than that because it's so familiar."
"Have you heard back from Director Shaw yet about being a lifeguard this summer?"
Pierre shook his head. "Not yet. I'm actually expecting there to be a letter about that when I get home later. As much as I liked being a counselor last year, I love being a lifeguard. Being able to sit up on that stand in the sun all day is intoxicating. I just can't get enough of it."
The two men rounded the corner to the post office and Pierre walked up to the door. He held it open, allowing Chuck to enter first, where they found a very long line awaiting them inside.
Pierre leaned over Chuck's shoulder so that he could speak quietly into his ear, "I'm going to go find us something to drink while you wait on line, okay?" Chuck nodded in agreement before taking his place at the end of the line.
With Chuck waiting, Pierre left the Post Office and went to the nearby convenience store to get them each a soda. After a few minutes, he returned with two bottles of Coca-Cola. Pierre observed that Chuck had made little progress in the line since he had left and decided he would wait by the door for him. He twisted the cap off his soda and took a swig. As he stood, he allowed his eyes to wander and when his eyes came across Chuck's ass, he almost choked. It must have been the pants Chuck was wearing, or maybe the partially un-tucked dress shirt, but whatever it was, his ass looked amazing as he stood there in line.
As he ogled his ass, Pierre began to daydream about all the fantastic sex he and Chuck had engaged in over the last nine months. He stared off into space, imagining himself fucking Chuck senseless. Just the thought alone was getting him hot and bothered, and he kind of liked that, although here were a few moments in which Pierre had to remind himself that he was standing alone in a public place.
All of a sudden, he was jolted from his pleasurable thoughts as Chuck walked up to him, having just finished his transaction.
"Okay, come on, let's go," he said as he grabbed the unopened bottle of Coke Pierre held. He quickly twisted the top off and drank greedily. Standing in line at the post office was hard work. Pierre inconspicuously pulled on the collar of his Atticus t-shirt, trying to circulate some air on his hot body.
The two men left, making their way back down the street in the direction they had come from, and in the sweltering heat, the walk back to Chuck's office seemed to take less time than the first time. Soon they rounded the corner and the door that read "Comeau and Stinco Attorneys at Law" came into view. Chuck unlocked the door and led the way back into the building. Pierre closed the door behind them and followed Chuck into his office.
"Are you sure I'm not keeping you from your work by being here? Your dad made it sound like you had an awful lot of stuff to do." Pierre sat in his usual seat in front of Chuck's desk. The desk that sat in front of him was rather large, almost oversized.
"It's not a lot of work," Chuck replied as he pushed the paperwork out of the way and sat on his desk, facing Pierre. He let his legs dangle over the edge and he gently swung them back and forth. "He's just stressing out because I'm leaving for camp next week."
Pierre nodded and allowed himself to recall what Chuck had said before about his father always having something to do around the office. " Why are you sitting on your desk?" Pierre asked, puzzled by Chuck's choice of seating.
"My chair is broken. It's stuck in the low setting so I only sit in it if I have to. The desk is really too big so I always feel minuscule when I sit in it as it is." The desk was, indeed, fairly large. It had a computer, a desk calendar, and the usual office supplies sitting on it, and there was still plenty of room to spare.
"Let me fix it for you!" Pierre exclaimed as he jumped up from his seat. Chuck laughed at Pierre's enthusiasm.
"Uh, sure, if you really want to. Knock yourself out." He stood up and grabbed the papers he pushed out of the way earlier, "I'm going to file some of this stuff while you do that." With that, he left Pierre to go about fixing the chair.
When Chuck returned to find Pierre still futzing with his chair, he couldn't help but chuckle. He made his way over to he desk and just as he was pulling himself up to sit in his previous place, he heard something pop, and then Pierre swore loudly.
"Fuck! That hurt!" Pierre exclaimed as he brought his hand to his mouth. Chuck continued to laugh. "The chair bit me!" Pierre whined. He stood to his feet then and ran around the desk with his hand outstretched in front of him. "Kiss it and make it feel better," Pierre pouted as he stood between Chuck's legs.
"Are you serious?" Chuck asked incredulously. Pierre nodded and held his hand out to the other man.
"This is the one that hurts the most," he said as he gave Chuck the middle finger with a grin on his face. Chuck rolled his eyes and grabbed Pierre's hand in a far less than gentle sort of way. He gave the digit a quick, hard peck before dropping it.
Pierre made a face when Chuck grabbed his hand. "Ow, you only made it worse!" he whined and snatched his hand back.
"God, you're such a big baby."
Pierre laughed lightly and rested his hands on Chuck's thighs.
"You sure I'm not distracting you from your work?" Pierre asked.
Chuck shook his head. "No, the most I have to do is research and it's not like it's going to take me all night to do it. Even if it did, it's not even that late right now."
"So, I'm not distracting you right now?" Pierre asked again.
"No, I said you weren't." Chuck said, somewhat exasperated.
"Well, am I distracting you now?" Pierre asked one more time, as this time, he grabbed Chuck's crotch through his pants. Chuck responded immediately to Pierre's touch. He gave a breathy excited laugh, and he was pretty sure he'd just died a little - but in a good way though, in a very good way.
"Yes."
"Good," Pierre replied, before capturing Chuck's lips in a kiss.
The two men groped each other as their mouths battled. Some time passed before Chuck decided that Pierre was just far too clothed for the occasion. He grabbed the hem of the other man's shirt and roughly pulled it over his head causing them to break apart for a brief moment. Their mouths quickly met again and Chuck's hands continued to rid Pierre of his clothing. Before he pealed Pierre's jeans off him, Chuck gave his ass a tight squeeze. Of all Pierre's clothing, they were Chuck's favorite item. They fit him in all the right places and made his ass look absolutely fuckable, and realizing that he was wearing them right now, only made Chuck's hands work faster to rip them off.
When Pierre was only clad in boxer shorts and socks, Chuck broke their connection and fell back onto the oversized desk. Pierre let out a whimper at the loss of contact.
"Babe, go lock the door," Chuck said. His pants were tented and tight on his straining hard on.
Pierre quickly made his way to the door on the other side of the room and made sure it was bolted shut to prevent any unwanted interruptions, then he practically sprinted back to his position between Chuck's knees. Chuck was leaning back on his elbows, staring up at the ceiling and his chest was heaving as he tried to catch his breath. Pierre grabbed Chuck by the blue tie that was still around his neck and twisted it around his hand. He pulled Chuck up to him roughly and pressed their lips together again. Chuck melted into a puddle of goo on the spot.
Pierre began to unbutton Chuck's shirt and he loosened the knot of his tie. He pulled it off, crumpling it as he threw it over his shoulder and his fingers worked frantically to rid Chuck of the rest of his clothing. Pierre flung the clothing across the room, giving the clean office a sloppy, disheveled appearance. He ran his hands over Chuck's jacked chest, unable to get enough of the smooth, rock hard abs. Since Pierre spent the weekends at the YMCA, Chuck would sometimes go and pass the time there as well. There was a group of guys their age that liked to play rugby out on the grass by the outdoor pool (which was closed in during the winter months), and Chuck had found them to be quite a fair competition. What Pierre had found, was that he enjoyed watching Chuck kicking other people's asses.
Both men were completely naked with the exception of their socks, and their chests were heaving from their excitement. Chuck reached over and grabbed an unassuming box from the corner of his desk as Pierre's hands groped him. He opened the lid and pulled out a bottle of lubricant that had been placed there for just such "office emergencies." He pushed the box out of the way and uncapped the bottle he had retrieved, squirting a generous amount of its contents into the palm of his hand. He reached between their bodies to grab Pierre in his hands. Pierre let out a gasp and groaned an approval.
Chuck worked his hands up and down Pierre's pulsating shaft, making Pierre happier with every stroke. Pierre grabbed the bottle off the desk and squirted some lubricant into his own hands. He pushed Chuck's legs further apart and had him slouch down a little so he had better access to his ass. He slipped a lubed finger into the tight hole, which caused Chuck to jump and squeeze Pierre a little too firmly. Pierre let out a surprised high pitched squeak.
"Sorry," he quickly apologized. Chuck loosened his grip and Pierre continued to work his fingers in and out of him. Soon, the men's moaning and groaning filled the room. Pierre hastily removed his fingers from Chuck and replaced them with the tip of his cock. He slowly pushed into Chuck, allowing him to adjust and experience as little discomfort as possible.
Chuck let a deep breath through his clenched teeth as he grew accustomed to Pierre's length. A few moments after Pierre had pushed all the way into Chuck, Chuck nodded his head slightly, giving Pierre the go ahead. Pierre slowly pulled back before thrusting into Chuck's tight ass, and he quickly set a rhythm that was blowing both their minds. Pierre grasped Chuck and pumped in him in time with his thrusts. The objects on the desk jolted with each of Pierre's knocks into it. Eventually, the penholder on the desk toppled over, and the writing utensils clattered along the desk and fell to the floor with a clatter. Neither man paid any mind.
Pierre pushed Chuck back so he lay across the desk and climbed up onto his knees so that he could lean over and kissed him passionately. Pierre was now kneeling on the desk over Chuck, ramming further into him and hitting him in that spot with every thrust. The room was full of heat and moans at this point and smelled heavily of sex and sweat.
"Ugh, Pierre, that feels so good," Chuck moaned, enjoying the pounding sensation. Pierre wiped his brow as a grin broke out on his face. "M'so close!" Pierre sped his hand on Chuck's hard on, wanting to bring him over the edge. Chuck was moaning, screaming, and clenching his ass over Pierre as he came all over himself and the desk calendar the two lay on top of. Pierre continued to thrust into Chuck's ass until he released into Chuck and collapsed on top of him, resting his head on the other man's heaving chest.
Pierre lay there and listened to Chuck's heartbeat as it slowed down, while Chuck ran his fingers through Pierre's disheveled hair and pushed it off his sweaty forehead. Pierre lifted his head and captured Chuck's gaze before bringing their mouths together and initiating a post-sex make out session. Before things got too hot and heavy again, Chuck broke away, and Pierre rested his forehead against Chuck's.
"I'm going to miss this while we're at camp," Chuck said with a nostalgic smile.
"Shower sex is just as good, baby," Pierre said with a big ass grin on his face.
"You and your fetishes," Chuck scoffed and Pierre pressed a quick kiss to his lips. "You could get turned on if you walked by a lawn sprinkler."
"Stop acting like that bothers you and remember to pack a snorkel next week." Pierre patted Chuck's cheek before climbing off him to find his clothing, leaving Chuck with a perplexed look on his face.
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Characters: Band centric [Simple Plan]
Rating: NC-17
Category: AU, Comedy, Drama
Warning: Language, Slash
Pairing: Pierre/Chuck
Summary:
oh baby can't you see there ain't no place I'd rather be
Author's Note: This is the sequel to kathybates' Summerland. I wrote it as a present for her and she spruced it up and used it as chapter 1. The rest can be read here.
Disclaimer: I don't own them. And if I knew them personally, I probably wouldn't write this.
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Here We Go Again Chapter One
Pierre walked up the three familiar front steps onto the front porch of the small office building. The glass window on the wooden door had the blinds behind it pulled shut, which brought out the black letters screened on the front: COMEAU AND STINCO, ATTORNEYS AT LAW. He knew the blinds were shut because it was lunchtime for those inside, and that was precisely why he was there. Reaching out the hand that wasn't holding the two single-sized pizza boxes, he opened the door and let himself in.
The office waiting room he walked in on was all but vacant, not surprising at all. Around a divider, he could see that the office of Mr. Stinco's paralegal-also Mr. Stinco's son-was deserted as well. He assumed that the both of them must be out to lunch by now. From behind the frosted glass of the door-ANDRE COMEAU-he could hear two deep voices speaking rapidly and sounding very agitated. He knocked lightly on the door and then poked his head inside without waiting to be invited in. The two men in the room appeared not to notice.
"Please, make sure these get filed away tonight before you leave; they don't have to be filed right now-there are more important things to handle first-but they have to be done. And make sure those forms get to the Post Office before it closes! Here they are!" Pierre watched as the older man pushed a manila envelope into a mailing folder and then pushed that into Chuck's hands. "I'm off to have lunch with that client - uhm - "
"Marseau, Dad. You're having lunch with Mr. Marseau."
"Right! I won't be coming back to the office after lunch-neither will François; he and Jeff are going to be out all day-so make sure you bring anything that I'm going to need back to the house when you come home. And remember you still have that research-"
"Dad! I've got it all under control and written down. You can take a deep breath now." He had both of his hands placed on his father's shoulders and the two were staring at one another.
"Yes, you're right," Andre nodded and shook his head as he stood up straight and cleared his throat. He glanced toward the door then and appeared to notice Pierre for the first time. "Oh, hi, Pierre. What's that?"
Pierre blinked with confusion for a moment before he remembered the boxes he held. "Oh, I brought lunch," he said as he lifted the two pizza boxes and gave a smile. "It's not a bad day, is it?"
Andre shook his head, "Of course not! I'm about to leave right now, anyway, then he's yours for the afternoon." Chuck was already holding up his briefcase when Andre went to reach for it. Pierre stepped to the side when Andre came his way and went straight for the door, calling out for Chuck to please lock it behind him. Chuck came running past Pierre and out to lock the door as soon as it shut behind his father. Pierre watched this all happen with a mild amusement.
With Andre gone, Chuck turned and headed back into his office, acting almost as if Pierre wasn't there at all. He grabbed the large packing envelope his dad had left on his desk and put it into his messenger bag. He removed his suit jacket to reveal a white shirt with thin blue and red stripes and blue silk tie before putting the bag strap over his head. He draped the jacket over the back of his chair and gave the room a quick sweep with his eyes before looking back at Pierre.
"Okay, let's go," he said, motioning towards the door that Pierre had entered through minutes before. Pierre blinked, and was a little surprised to find that Chuck hadn't forgotten he was there at all. With a nod, he followed Chuck out of the office and down to the sidewalk. As they walked down the street, Chuck loosened his tie and unbuttoned the top button of his shirt. Pierre handed Chuck one of the boxes he had been holding and took note of Chuck's more relaxed appearance. Inside each of the boxes were two slices of cheese pizza. They reached into their own boxes and pulled out a slice as they walked down the street and ate their late lunch.
"What's it like working for your dad?" Pierre asked curiously after they were almost to the Post Office. He watched as Chuck took a bite of his pizza and pondered the question.
"I love it," Chuck replied as he brought a napkin to his mouth to wipe away any excess sauce. "If it were anyone else working for him, they'd probably think it was really hard, like, if you don't know him? He's got this way about him; he's really high strung. I like working around him like that, though. There's always something to be done, you know?"
"Well, now I know where you get it from," Pierre said jokingly.
"Haha, you're so funny," Chuck retorted as he lightly pushed Pierre, laughing along. "How did you like your non-summer jobs this year?" Chuck inquired before putting the last bite of pizza into his mouth.
"Well, I'm at the physical therapy office during the week, which is pretty sweet. I'm really lucky that I'm doing what I want to right out of school and getting paid decently for it. And then, you know that I love guarding at the Y guarding on the weekends. It doesn't get much better than this."
"Except for camp," Chuck reminded him.
"Except for camp," Pierre agreed with a laugh. "There's nothing better than that because it's so familiar."
"Have you heard back from Director Shaw yet about being a lifeguard this summer?"
Pierre shook his head. "Not yet. I'm actually expecting there to be a letter about that when I get home later. As much as I liked being a counselor last year, I love being a lifeguard. Being able to sit up on that stand in the sun all day is intoxicating. I just can't get enough of it."
The two men rounded the corner to the post office and Pierre walked up to the door. He held it open, allowing Chuck to enter first, where they found a very long line awaiting them inside.
Pierre leaned over Chuck's shoulder so that he could speak quietly into his ear, "I'm going to go find us something to drink while you wait on line, okay?" Chuck nodded in agreement before taking his place at the end of the line.
With Chuck waiting, Pierre left the Post Office and went to the nearby convenience store to get them each a soda. After a few minutes, he returned with two bottles of Coca-Cola. Pierre observed that Chuck had made little progress in the line since he had left and decided he would wait by the door for him. He twisted the cap off his soda and took a swig. As he stood, he allowed his eyes to wander and when his eyes came across Chuck's ass, he almost choked. It must have been the pants Chuck was wearing, or maybe the partially un-tucked dress shirt, but whatever it was, his ass looked amazing as he stood there in line.
As he ogled his ass, Pierre began to daydream about all the fantastic sex he and Chuck had engaged in over the last nine months. He stared off into space, imagining himself fucking Chuck senseless. Just the thought alone was getting him hot and bothered, and he kind of liked that, although here were a few moments in which Pierre had to remind himself that he was standing alone in a public place.
All of a sudden, he was jolted from his pleasurable thoughts as Chuck walked up to him, having just finished his transaction.
"Okay, come on, let's go," he said as he grabbed the unopened bottle of Coke Pierre held. He quickly twisted the top off and drank greedily. Standing in line at the post office was hard work. Pierre inconspicuously pulled on the collar of his Atticus t-shirt, trying to circulate some air on his hot body.
The two men left, making their way back down the street in the direction they had come from, and in the sweltering heat, the walk back to Chuck's office seemed to take less time than the first time. Soon they rounded the corner and the door that read "Comeau and Stinco Attorneys at Law" came into view. Chuck unlocked the door and led the way back into the building. Pierre closed the door behind them and followed Chuck into his office.
"Are you sure I'm not keeping you from your work by being here? Your dad made it sound like you had an awful lot of stuff to do." Pierre sat in his usual seat in front of Chuck's desk. The desk that sat in front of him was rather large, almost oversized.
"It's not a lot of work," Chuck replied as he pushed the paperwork out of the way and sat on his desk, facing Pierre. He let his legs dangle over the edge and he gently swung them back and forth. "He's just stressing out because I'm leaving for camp next week."
Pierre nodded and allowed himself to recall what Chuck had said before about his father always having something to do around the office. " Why are you sitting on your desk?" Pierre asked, puzzled by Chuck's choice of seating.
"My chair is broken. It's stuck in the low setting so I only sit in it if I have to. The desk is really too big so I always feel minuscule when I sit in it as it is." The desk was, indeed, fairly large. It had a computer, a desk calendar, and the usual office supplies sitting on it, and there was still plenty of room to spare.
"Let me fix it for you!" Pierre exclaimed as he jumped up from his seat. Chuck laughed at Pierre's enthusiasm.
"Uh, sure, if you really want to. Knock yourself out." He stood up and grabbed the papers he pushed out of the way earlier, "I'm going to file some of this stuff while you do that." With that, he left Pierre to go about fixing the chair.
When Chuck returned to find Pierre still futzing with his chair, he couldn't help but chuckle. He made his way over to he desk and just as he was pulling himself up to sit in his previous place, he heard something pop, and then Pierre swore loudly.
"Fuck! That hurt!" Pierre exclaimed as he brought his hand to his mouth. Chuck continued to laugh. "The chair bit me!" Pierre whined. He stood to his feet then and ran around the desk with his hand outstretched in front of him. "Kiss it and make it feel better," Pierre pouted as he stood between Chuck's legs.
"Are you serious?" Chuck asked incredulously. Pierre nodded and held his hand out to the other man.
"This is the one that hurts the most," he said as he gave Chuck the middle finger with a grin on his face. Chuck rolled his eyes and grabbed Pierre's hand in a far less than gentle sort of way. He gave the digit a quick, hard peck before dropping it.
Pierre made a face when Chuck grabbed his hand. "Ow, you only made it worse!" he whined and snatched his hand back.
"God, you're such a big baby."
Pierre laughed lightly and rested his hands on Chuck's thighs.
"You sure I'm not distracting you from your work?" Pierre asked.
Chuck shook his head. "No, the most I have to do is research and it's not like it's going to take me all night to do it. Even if it did, it's not even that late right now."
"So, I'm not distracting you right now?" Pierre asked again.
"No, I said you weren't." Chuck said, somewhat exasperated.
"Well, am I distracting you now?" Pierre asked one more time, as this time, he grabbed Chuck's crotch through his pants. Chuck responded immediately to Pierre's touch. He gave a breathy excited laugh, and he was pretty sure he'd just died a little - but in a good way though, in a very good way.
"Yes."
"Good," Pierre replied, before capturing Chuck's lips in a kiss.
The two men groped each other as their mouths battled. Some time passed before Chuck decided that Pierre was just far too clothed for the occasion. He grabbed the hem of the other man's shirt and roughly pulled it over his head causing them to break apart for a brief moment. Their mouths quickly met again and Chuck's hands continued to rid Pierre of his clothing. Before he pealed Pierre's jeans off him, Chuck gave his ass a tight squeeze. Of all Pierre's clothing, they were Chuck's favorite item. They fit him in all the right places and made his ass look absolutely fuckable, and realizing that he was wearing them right now, only made Chuck's hands work faster to rip them off.
When Pierre was only clad in boxer shorts and socks, Chuck broke their connection and fell back onto the oversized desk. Pierre let out a whimper at the loss of contact.
"Babe, go lock the door," Chuck said. His pants were tented and tight on his straining hard on.
Pierre quickly made his way to the door on the other side of the room and made sure it was bolted shut to prevent any unwanted interruptions, then he practically sprinted back to his position between Chuck's knees. Chuck was leaning back on his elbows, staring up at the ceiling and his chest was heaving as he tried to catch his breath. Pierre grabbed Chuck by the blue tie that was still around his neck and twisted it around his hand. He pulled Chuck up to him roughly and pressed their lips together again. Chuck melted into a puddle of goo on the spot.
Pierre began to unbutton Chuck's shirt and he loosened the knot of his tie. He pulled it off, crumpling it as he threw it over his shoulder and his fingers worked frantically to rid Chuck of the rest of his clothing. Pierre flung the clothing across the room, giving the clean office a sloppy, disheveled appearance. He ran his hands over Chuck's jacked chest, unable to get enough of the smooth, rock hard abs. Since Pierre spent the weekends at the YMCA, Chuck would sometimes go and pass the time there as well. There was a group of guys their age that liked to play rugby out on the grass by the outdoor pool (which was closed in during the winter months), and Chuck had found them to be quite a fair competition. What Pierre had found, was that he enjoyed watching Chuck kicking other people's asses.
Both men were completely naked with the exception of their socks, and their chests were heaving from their excitement. Chuck reached over and grabbed an unassuming box from the corner of his desk as Pierre's hands groped him. He opened the lid and pulled out a bottle of lubricant that had been placed there for just such "office emergencies." He pushed the box out of the way and uncapped the bottle he had retrieved, squirting a generous amount of its contents into the palm of his hand. He reached between their bodies to grab Pierre in his hands. Pierre let out a gasp and groaned an approval.
Chuck worked his hands up and down Pierre's pulsating shaft, making Pierre happier with every stroke. Pierre grabbed the bottle off the desk and squirted some lubricant into his own hands. He pushed Chuck's legs further apart and had him slouch down a little so he had better access to his ass. He slipped a lubed finger into the tight hole, which caused Chuck to jump and squeeze Pierre a little too firmly. Pierre let out a surprised high pitched squeak.
"Sorry," he quickly apologized. Chuck loosened his grip and Pierre continued to work his fingers in and out of him. Soon, the men's moaning and groaning filled the room. Pierre hastily removed his fingers from Chuck and replaced them with the tip of his cock. He slowly pushed into Chuck, allowing him to adjust and experience as little discomfort as possible.
Chuck let a deep breath through his clenched teeth as he grew accustomed to Pierre's length. A few moments after Pierre had pushed all the way into Chuck, Chuck nodded his head slightly, giving Pierre the go ahead. Pierre slowly pulled back before thrusting into Chuck's tight ass, and he quickly set a rhythm that was blowing both their minds. Pierre grasped Chuck and pumped in him in time with his thrusts. The objects on the desk jolted with each of Pierre's knocks into it. Eventually, the penholder on the desk toppled over, and the writing utensils clattered along the desk and fell to the floor with a clatter. Neither man paid any mind.
Pierre pushed Chuck back so he lay across the desk and climbed up onto his knees so that he could lean over and kissed him passionately. Pierre was now kneeling on the desk over Chuck, ramming further into him and hitting him in that spot with every thrust. The room was full of heat and moans at this point and smelled heavily of sex and sweat.
"Ugh, Pierre, that feels so good," Chuck moaned, enjoying the pounding sensation. Pierre wiped his brow as a grin broke out on his face. "M'so close!" Pierre sped his hand on Chuck's hard on, wanting to bring him over the edge. Chuck was moaning, screaming, and clenching his ass over Pierre as he came all over himself and the desk calendar the two lay on top of. Pierre continued to thrust into Chuck's ass until he released into Chuck and collapsed on top of him, resting his head on the other man's heaving chest.
Pierre lay there and listened to Chuck's heartbeat as it slowed down, while Chuck ran his fingers through Pierre's disheveled hair and pushed it off his sweaty forehead. Pierre lifted his head and captured Chuck's gaze before bringing their mouths together and initiating a post-sex make out session. Before things got too hot and heavy again, Chuck broke away, and Pierre rested his forehead against Chuck's.
"I'm going to miss this while we're at camp," Chuck said with a nostalgic smile.
"Shower sex is just as good, baby," Pierre said with a big ass grin on his face.
"You and your fetishes," Chuck scoffed and Pierre pressed a quick kiss to his lips. "You could get turned on if you walked by a lawn sprinkler."
"Stop acting like that bothers you and remember to pack a snorkel next week." Pierre patted Chuck's cheek before climbing off him to find his clothing, leaving Chuck with a perplexed look on his face.
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