Rick and TC
Now he sat alone in Rick’s office. A pencil and note pad partially filled with TC’s crisp lettering lay on the smooth surface in front of him. Normally he loved being in this office watching Rick work at the large oak desk where he sorted out the club business. TC hated that he was alone to do the lines. He stood and moved around the office. Running his slender fingers over the shelves full of books and the photos his partner kept in the office. He chuckled to himself, thinking that being in this office had more distractions for him than being out in the club. Hearing the familiar tone signifying an instant message, TC moved back to the desk and plopped down in the chair only to jump back up when his ass hit the seat. “Ouch,” he groaned and rubbed at the spot that had been smacked when he had told Rick what he thought of being sent to the office. The tone sounded again. TC eased himself onto the seat this time.
“How’s my boy?” came a familiar rumble from the phone.
“Ye…yes, they are,” Rick’s boy groaned.
Struggling not to touch himself, TC grabbed Rick’s pillow. He buried his face in it, breathing in his top’s scent.
Rick reached out and snagged the bottle before it spilled. Replacing the top on the bottle he gently placed the bottle in front of TC ordering him, “Drink that.” The bigger man could tell his boy was close to tears. He wondered if TC had gotten any sleep the night before.