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Who: Lance and Tom
What: Meet-up
Where: Lance's Office
When: Today at around 2pm
Why: The night's events always need resolution
Tom nervously made his way to Lance's office, straightening his suit and tie as he did so. Of course, he knew that the small box of chocolates in his hand would make no real difference to their conversation; he was starting to hope that lance had gone out, saving him the embarassment.
He opened the door of the office slowly, and noticed that Lance was still in. Damn. "Erm, lance? Have you got a moment?"
Things had been pretty stressful around the division that day, because Brian had left and things were just. chaotic. six different contracts had landed on Lance's desk to be proof read and there was no order at all. Lance hated mess. It made his scalp itch. Then his contacts had started scraping the hell out of his eyes and he'd abandoned them in favour of his glasses. Oh man. Now Tom was here. Lance wasn't sure his heart could handle it. He blinked and put his pen down, then picked it back up again. He'd practiced t he conversation he was going to have with Tom in his head that morning in the mirror but that was all going out the window. "Uh...sure."
"Thanks." he smiled, before entering and closing the door behind him. He found himself staring at Lance again; he didn't remember the last time he'd worn glasses, but by god... he looked amazing. "These are for you, by the way." he added, setting the chocolates down on the table.
Despite the awkwardness of the situation, and how strung up Lance felt, he wasn't about to be rude. "Thank you," he said, opening them up and checking the selection sheet. He gestured at the two seats infront of his desk. "Please, sit down." He felt like his mom on entertainmaint mode, offering seats and drinks. This was so awkward.
The blonde sat on the seat on the left, looking around the office with interest. "Your office is far cleaner than mine..." he commented with a smile, before his attention was attracted to one of the ornaments on lance's desk - the row of silver balls on strings, that every office worker had to have at least once in their lifetime. "But yeah... lovely place."
"Well.....yeah. pretty standard, as far as these things go, but. Sure. Thanks.." It was altogether possible that he was acting cold because he didn't know what else to do. This man sitting in front of Lance. He was gorgeous. Oh if only he knew how gorgeous. Lance couldn't stand the thought of going through what he went through with Taylor again because...just, no. So this was the mask he had to wear until he was absolutely sure that he wasn't being jerked around. He didn't think he could cope with a second heartbreak.
Tom looked at him desperately, before beginning again. "You said yesterday... back at your place... that i have to make a choice." He stood and walked around to Lance's chair, until he was stood in front of it with a devious smirk on his lips. "And I'm happy to say I've made it." His hand reached out for Lance's and held it gently, scared in case he let go.
Lance didn't move, except to put down the chocolate box lid. Oh boy. It was gonna take a bit more than that.
"Oh come on." Tom sighed, smiling at the same time. "Don't you get it? I want to be with you, Lance. That's why I've made the effort of not doing any work, spending the last hour making sure that I look alright, running around LA for the right chocolates - heck, even using the stairs to get here!" He paused, before kissing Lance on the lips.
Jerking his head back, Lance frowned. "Are you sure? Because this sounded an awful lot like what you said to me yesterday and when I kissed you, you ran away." He licked his lips anyway, because he wasn't going to completely disregard the fact that he'd just been kissed. "I mean. How do I know you aren't saying that then we kiss a bit then you run away again? Or that you won't freak out in a week's time. Was one night really enough?"
"One night..." Tom sighed, stepping away. "One night made me realise how much I'd lose from not being with you. We might not perfect for one another, and we might not last long - but what we do have, I don't want to let it slip from me just yet." He turned away. "But, if you don't want this, then I understand. No regrets, we can just... be friends, if it's what you want."
Lance felt Tom's hand slip out of his and watched him walk towards the door, deliberately slowly, waiting for Lance to change his mind, but he wasn't sure if he was going to. The seconds ticked by while Lance frowned at the open box of chocolates on his desk then something in side of him clicked. "Wait!" Tom was already half out the door.
Tom heard it, but it took a few seconds for it to register in his mind. He turned slowly, looking at Lance with hope - he supressed the hope as best he could as he asked, "Well? What is it?"
"C'mere," Lance said softly, beckoning to his side of the desk again.
Tom walked over, not quite sure what Lance was implying. He smiled, before choosing to sit on the desk and watch Lance from there. "Well?"
Lance stood up and leaned over to pick up the box of chocolates while negotiating himself between Tom's legs. "What kind do you like best?" He asked, eyes skimming over the sheet again. "I might evene share the fudge ones with you."
"..I like the caramel ones." he replied, before taking one or two from the tray. One, he set aside on the table while the other.... he just ate it in one gulp. "I shouldn't really be eating these - I bought you them, after all."
Shrugging, Lance picked up a strawberry cream one and took a bite, before nudging the other half against Tom's lips. "This one's really good," he said softly, catching his eye. "Really really good."
"Honestly?" he asked, but didn't wait for a reply - he took a small bite of it, letting its taste roll on his tongue. "That's... that's delicious." he grinned, before taking another bite.
"Yeah, really good," Lance was whispering by now, and his face was inchest from Tom's. His forefinger was resting on Tom's lips which moved slowly while he chewed, and he wondered what what the chocolate would taste like from Tom's mouth.
Tom was staring back now, without the courage to smile. "So... why did you really want me to wait behind?" he asked curiously, noting how low and quiet his voice had gone.
One side of Lance's mouth twitched but he was terrified. "I don't make a habit of letting beautiful men walk out on me like that," he joked but really, he was begging Tom silently please don't jerk me around. Please please please.
"You..." he replied. "You think I'm beautiful?" He laughed and looked down at Lance's lap. "You make me feel like a goddamned girl Lance."
"I know you're not a girl," he murmured, leaning forward so his lips could brush against Tom's hairline. He smelled divine. Lance loved that in a guy. "Believe me. I do not have feelings like this for girls. Guys can be beautiful too, can't they?" He could hear the smile in his own voice.
"Yeah... I just... never thought it could apply to my life." He laughed, before fingering Lance's hair, scraping it back off his face. "Well? Aren't you going... to kiss me?"
Licking his lips, Lance's gaze alternated between Tom's eyes and his lips, three times before he mumbled, "I think you're gorgeous, anyway," and pessed his mouth to Tom's, softly, barely anything but a brush oh acquaintance. "Tell me you want this," he whispered. "Tell me again."
Tom smiled. "Lance, just kiss me if you want to." He paused, and moved forward very slightly, inviting Lance to explore his face, seeing what he could feel there.
"I want to...I want you..." Lance breathed in. "You're sure about this, right?" God, he'd need to be. He didn't even wait for an answer anyway before he took Tom's mouth in a kiss. It wasn't involved, so much as long, and not detailed so much as intense. Lance broke away for a moment, only to catch Tom's lower lip with his teeth again. Delicious. That little dimple under his fingers that told Lance that Tom was smiling? Delicious. The way he hung on to the lapels of his suit like that? Delicious.
Tom let himself become swept up in the kiss, leaning in as close as he could into Lance's body... God, he was a fantastic kisser, knowing exactly what to put where. He kissed by the book, as he recalled someone saying a while back now... and Tom tugged on his jacket with passion, accidentally pulling it over his shoulder as though he was undressing.
And Lance thought that was a fantastic idea because it was getting kind of warm in here already and okay, maybe he should have not worn this shirt because it was the really lame checkered one that his mom bought him and he wore it on days that were going to be Long and even wore it with his donald duck tie. Not so sexy. Maybe it didn't matter thought because Tom was still kissing him and oh god. Oh God, there was a slow but sure heat uncoiling deep in his belly. His fingers trialed over Tom's cheeks, over smooth skin, and down past the sensitive skin just behind his ear.
He gasped as he kissed again, never wanting to be torn apart. But he still found the right moment to look at Lance with a big smile and say "So.. I suppose... we're together now."
"Well, you know," Lance drawled, straightening his glasses and giving him a mock-serious look. "I don't just share my chocolate with anybody, you know? I mean, sharing chocolates with somebody is a big step for me..." He trailed off smiling. "Yeah, I reckon." He kissed Tom again, a short one but hot. "We shouldn't. Because...this is my office, and we're at work." But he was still kissing him. Hmm.
"I know..." he moaned back. A kiss again, keeping him satisfied between breaths. "Maybe... some other time... at your place...?"
Lance knew what he understood by the term "at your place," especially in this context, but he wasn't sure that Tom was aware. "...You mean...yeah? Really?" Oh boy, and there was that nice long neck...Lance's hands kept busy, undoing the first two buttons so he could push the collar aside and drop kisses to the tendons there.
Tom yelped with suppressed pleasure as he was kissed again, before loosening Lance's tie and thowing it on the floor. Okay - making love right now, on Lance's desk, was a good alternative to his plan.
This needed to stop. Why? Well, Lance wasn't too sure why, maybe you could get back to him after he'd dumped some ice down his pants. But knew knew the reasons vaguely followed some sort of moral code, and also - God, he was trying to get a promotion, what if somebody saw? And if he had sex on this desk, he'd never be able to concentrate again, knowing that over there by his Newton's Cradle, Tom had gasped his name and come. Or something. Yeah, that was enough to prompt him into ripping his mouth away and taking one giant step back. "Woo, Nelly," he said breathlessly, stuck for anything else to say.
Tom stared in amazement at Lance, taking in his appearance. "What? What is it?" He got off the table and began to button up his shirt again. "Did I do something wrong? Was I doing it wrong?"
Stepping forward and capturing Tom's hands in his own, he brough them down until they were clasped together between their bodies. "No. No, you weren't doing anything wrong." And the he went again, with the kissing. He couldn't get enough. "I just...I can't have sex with you in my office." He nipped Tom's lower lip again then leaned back. "No matter how much I want to, I don't think I could ever draft another legal document on this desk knowing we made love on it, so. As it is, I'm going to be distracted the rest of the day."
"Oh..." was the reply, quite a sad and disappointed reply. But still he kissed him back, getting slowly and shorter until he felt that at last he could stop. "Well... thanks. Thanks just about covers it!" he smiled, straightening his shirt out.
"Come...to my house this weekend, okay? We can...Well. This weekend we can spend time together, okay?" He picked up his tie and began tying the half windsor. Where was his jacket?
"Sure - I can fit next weekend in." He handed over Lance's jacket and helped him put it on. "You thought I'd be taking it with me? Well, tempting offer, but carrying your jacket would make me a suspicious guy..."
"That and it being about three sizes too big for you, yeah." Lance took the jacket and slipped it on, and made an effort to straighten his shirt. Great. all he had to find now were his senses. Maybe he left them in Tom's mouth. Better check anyway. "Mmm" he mumbled some time later. "You should go. I won't stop touching you until you leave," he said, but his tongue was still lining the crease between Tom's lips.
Tom smirked, letting Lance continue his action as they took slow paces towards the door. "Sorry... I've got go... But next weekend? Maybe... we could see each other a little before that?"
"As long as you don't come to my office looking for sex again, we're fresh," he said, kissing Tom again quick, before pulling away and opening the door.
"Good..." he smiled, brushing his hair back behind one ear. "And thanks again - for everything." He smiled, before finally leaving the office and gently closing the door behind him.