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Gratsu Week Day 5: Lies
Chapter 5
Lies, Spies, and Teary Eyes
As the weeks passed, Gray often thought back to that cabin. It really had been the start of things. Before then, he could not fully imagine that Natsu Dragneel, CEO, was his boyfriend. Lunches together did not feel like dating, not when the man sitting across from him was his boss.
After that trip, he knew without a doubt, Natsu definitely had strong feelings for him, and he could not get those kisses out of his mind.
They were careful at work. If they went out for lunch, Gray met Natsu's limousine behind the building, and they drove out somewhere rather than eat near work. One day, they might be dining in a high-rise café eating manchego and quince tea sandwiches, the next day a food cart by the river serving the juiciest, cheesiest hamburgers Gray had ever tasted. Always, the food was superb, no matter what sort of place it was, from high class to street vendor.
Gray honestly never knew what to expect with Natsu, and he preferred things this way. The man was utterly unpredictable.
They tried to get together, sometimes after work, sometimes on weekends. However, Natsu had to let Gray know when he was available. His schedule was busy, his weekends often booked. He invited Gray to a few charity balls and galas, but the poor software engineer knew he would be lost at events like that.
Still, when they could spend free time together, just them, with no rush to eat and go back to work, things were wonderful. Natsu was a little clingy, but Gray did not mind. He liked how Natsu grabbed hold of his arm and held on so excitedly. That childishness was endearing. They cuddled to watch movies, always at Gray's loft, never at whatever sort of place Natsu lived in. (Gray was curious but figured it was a mansion way off in the countryside, since Natsu flew in to work via helicopter.)
When they kissed … Gray had no words to describe it.
When they made out on Gray's couch, he lost track of time. He immersed himself in those burning lips and scalding touches. He felt like melting, like a winter snowman and Natsu was his summer.
Yet Natsu left often as well. He told Gray if he was going out of the country, but frequently Natsu simply did not message for days on end. Gray did not see him in the office, and when he suddenly reappeared, all he said was that he was busy with work.
Gray might have been suspicious that Natsu was playing him, except when he fell asleep once while watching a movie at Gray's loft, Natsu began to talk in his sleep, complaining to some dream secretary or assistant, "I don't wanna do another interview, I wanna see Gray."
Gray held back an endearing laugh, smiled down at him, and stroked his soft, pink hair.
"You must be exhausted from all the work you do, yet you still make time for me," he whispered. Then Gray leaned over and kissed Natsu's cheek. "You're truly crazy, you know."
Focusing at work became harder as the weeks went by. Seeing Natsu walking through a hallway made Gray freeze and catch his breath. He leaped at every email from the CEO, although they were always company messages sent out to everyone. The only times Natsu messaged him, it was on his phone, usually to ask him if he had plans for lunch or wanted to go out after work.
Gray was strict about one thing: he did not want his teammates to know he was dating the boss. He was the new guy, and he wanted to be accepted for his talent as a programmer, not for coworkers to think he slept his way into the job.
At least things on ICEMAKE were progressing rapidly. Day after day, Gray ran tests on the program, searching out security flaws, fixing them, running more diagnostics. He saw the progress in the graphical work Lyon did, chatted about content with Eve, and listened to Ultear and Invel as they gave him suggestions on how to optimize his work. Those two were older and highly skilled, but Gray specialized in security parameters. No one could beat him at fighting against viruses.
Although he liked going out for lunch or some after-work happy hour drinks with the ICEMAKE team, he looked forward to the texts from Natsu.

« Can you do lunch today? I was thinking sushi. »

Gray smiled with warmth in his cheeks. He had just begun to reply when Invel loomed up behind him.
"Texting at work?" he asked in a gelid, accusatory tone.
Gray felt a shiver, as if this man was colder than ice.
Invel looked a little closer. "Natsu? You're texting the CEO? What could you possibly have to say to a man that busy? Why would you bother him like that?"
"He texted me first," Gray blurted out.
Lyon shifted back his office chair and looked around the corner of his cubicle. "Ooh? Love messages with the boss?"
"It's not that," Gray shouted defensively.
"Y'know, there's a rumor going around the water cooler that you and Natsu have been seen at different restaurants around town."
Gray went pale. Had they been caught? Did people know?
"And of course," Lyon went on, "there was that gift basket last month from Australia. He must like you."
"Shut up," Gray snapped defensively. Shit, did people know? Were they guessing already?
Invel folded his arms. "The CEO has some eccentric whims. You haven't worked here for long, so maybe you haven't figured it out yet. I highly recommend you not mistake his generosity for some foolish dream of romance."
Lyon snickered. "Maybe it is romance, though." He dropped his voice and grinned slyly. "Maybe he likes you. Do you like him?"
"No!" Gray cried out, feeling his heart racing. How could he get out of this?
Lyon lightly punched Gray in the arm. "I bet you do, you dog."
"He's the boss. I'm not that stupid," Gray said, feeling on edge now.
"What's in the text? Asking you out to lunch? Are you going to go with him? I mean, you never know. Maybe you two will hit it off one day."
Invel glared behind his glasses. "That would be highly ill-advisable."
"Look," Gray barked, but he quickly brought his voice down so other workers did not hear, "if the CEO wants to take his employees out to eat, that's his business. I'm not going to turn down a free meal."
"You mean he pays?" asked Lyon. "Well, sure seems like a date."
Gray scoffed, "Like I'd fall for a crazy, immature man like that! He's totally not my type."
"Oh? So what's your type? Are you even into guys?"
"I don't date guys. I don't mind them, but I don't want to date them. The last girl I dated was busty with a perfect butt. Tits and asses, man. T&A," he insisted. "That's what I want. Some rich-as-hell businessman who buys gifts for everyone, probably sleeps with people all over the world? Hell, who would want that?"
"Gray," Invel said with a deep, stolid voice. "May I recommend that you talk seriously with Natsu. He is young, and it may be he sees your acceptance of these invitations as hints of mutual attraction. Do you want a romance with the CEO?" he asked directly.
"Hell no!" Gray answered instinctively, feeling like he had to shield himself from this onslaught.
"Then talk to him, explain your situation, and end this before Natsu gets hurt. Reply to that text, turn down the lunch, and talk to him, either after work or over an email. Talk on private time, though, not company time. You should not let your love life take up your time at this job."
"I … I understand, sir. Mixing business and pleasure is always a stupid idea. I'll make things clear. I just hope it doesn't cost me my job," he said with an awkward laugh.
"Natsu would not resort to that," Invel assured him. Then he drifted off.
That meant Lyon could scoot around the corner of his cubicle to be even closer. "Hey, honest truth, Gray," he whispered. "Are you into guys?"
"Why?" he growled, staring down at the waiting message on the phone.
"Whoa, not me, okay? It's just, I know some guys. One of them is interested in finding a simple romance: dinners, hanging out, casual sex, nothing serious. It might be better if you broke the news to the boss by telling him you're already dating someone. I can introduce you two. You're totally Sugarboy's type."
Gray cringed. "His name is Sugarboy?"
"A stage name. He sings. How about it? Just hang out with us this Saturday, nothing else."
Gray looked away. The phone caught his attention again. "No," he finally said. "I don't think I want a relationship right now. It's just a bad time."
"Well, the invitation to hang out still stands. You're a cool guy, and I wouldn't mind some time to get to know you better. Hey, how about lunch today? Tell the boss you already made plans."
"Y-Yeah. That might be better. Thanks," he muttered.
Invel cleared his throat, and the two went back to their computers. Gray still looked down at the phone. Lunch. Natsu wanted sushi. Gray had not had a chance to talk with him in a while. He really missed their lunches together.
Suddenly, his phone buzzed again.

« Never mind. Something came up. »

Gray stared at the new message. Well, that made things easier, but now he really wished he could see Natsu. He needed to feel those warm arms around him.
Gray slumped over in his chair and rested his head in his hands, pulling at his hair in frustration. He really wanted to see Natsu right now, but there was no way. He couldn't simply stroll into the CEO's office or call him on his private phone when he might be busy.
Freed Justine walked up to Gray's desk. "Mr. Fullbuster, if you would, follow me."
Gray jolted. Freed only came there when he had to fetch someone for Natsu, and usually it meant it was an emergency, not something that could wait for the person to finally check their email.
Lyon looked over. "Uh-oh. Maybe he didn't like that you dumped him for that lunch date."
"I didn't. He said something came up and canceled on me," Gray replied as he stood from his chair.
Gray followed Freed out into the hallway and to an elevator. They rode up the lift with typical silence as soft jazz played overhead.
"May I ask what you said to Mr. Dragneel?" Freed asked sternly.
Gray jolted. "Nothing today. He texted me about lunch, but I couldn't get back to him right away. Then he texted again to cancel. That's all. Why?" he asked, wondering if Freed was also going to advise him against the growing closeness between him and the CEO.
"Did you and the other employees speak about Mr. Dragneel?" asked Freed.
"Well … y-yeah, a bit. They were asking things and … and I … um … y-you know, right?"
"About your relationship? Yes."
"Is it a bad idea?" Gray asked directly. "I mean, in your opinion."
"I'm not one to answer. I'm also dating someone who works in this company. Such arrangements can work with the right frame of mind and mutual understanding. Were you and the techs discussing this issue?"
"A little," Gray admitted. "They've grown suspicious of us. I had to deny it."
"I see," Freed muttered with a furrowed brow. "So he was watching CCTV again."
"Huh?"
"He was spying on you. He likes to watch the security cameras. He must have overheard your conversation and misunderstood. Mr. Dragneel suddenly canceled all of his appointments for the day and hid in his office. We could hear him raging in there. I was hoping you could calm him down, but it seems you're the cause. You need to confess and explain your actions to him."
Gray dropped his head. So, Natsu had overheard everything he said. Gray realized, he had spoken some really harsh things while panicking. "Shit," he muttered. "I was just trying to get those guys off my ass."
"I understand, but you need to explain this to him directly. He's a very impulsive man."
Gray nodded, and the elevator opened. The two of them marched out. Gray saw a massive blond security guard standing in front of Natsu's office door, and already he could hear shouts of anger inside. Some workers slowed down to look, but one glare from that guard's scarred face sent them scurrying.
"Laxus, how is he?" Freed asked the security guard.
"Breaking every piece of furniture in that room, from the sounds of it. I don't want you going in there, Freed. It's not safe."
Gray looked between the two. Freed never called anyone by their first name, yet he spoke to this man with familiarity. Then he remembered Natsu said Freed was dating a security guard. This must be him, although their body language and speech gave away nothing, besides that little bit of familiarity.
Freed looked over to Gray. "See if you can calm him, but if you can't, get out. It's not the first time Mr. Dragneel has thrashed his office."
Gray nodded and stepped forward. Just as Laxus reached for the knob, they heard something hit and smash against the door. Slowly, Laxus opened the room, and Gray slipped inside.
Natsu was slumped in his chair, although the desk had been overturned, computer equipment and writing utensils scattered and broken on the floor. Pictures on the wall were sideways or had been broken. Gray stepped over the shattered vase of a ficus plant.
"Natsu?"
He looked up, and Gray saw lines of tears on his cheeks. It tore at his heart.
"You really did overhear," he realized.
"Get out of here," Natsu screamed. He picked up a jar of pens off the floor and threw it at Gray. "Just get out."
Gray easily batted the jar aside. "You know I only said those things because we're at work. I want to keep work and romance separated. We talked about that."
"So you'd lie to your friends?" he asked, his voice strained with tears.
"Invel is not my friend, and Lyon…" He was just making excuses. "Okay, yeah, I lied."
"You told them you don't like to date guys."
"Normally, I don't," he admitted.
"But … you said you've had … that you … b-both ways," he sputtered out before sniffing up snot.
Gray slammed his eyes shut. That was right. He admitted to Natsu that he had anal sex twice. "They weren't dates, exactly. Look, I went through a wild time in college. I didn't want anything serious, didn't have time for dating. One-night stands, nothing else. I've never had a boyfriend before now. It's not normally my thing."
"So then, you actually don't want me after all. You just agreed because you were afraid I'd fire you if you said no."
"No, Natsu—"
"That's what you told them," he screamed, kicking his overturned desk. "You said you hope it doesn't cost you your job."
"I had to say something."
"You said I'm not your type."
"I don't really have a type."
"Tits and asses? Is that your thing?"
Gray folded his arms and looked aside. "I dunno. Maybe for women. Look, I told you, I'm bi. I have a certain type of woman I prefer, but I never really had a type with men."
"You said … you don't like me, that dating me is stupid, and … and you think I sleep with people around the world." Fresh tears streamed down his blotched cheeks. "Do you really think that? Do you think I'd cheat on you?"
Gray sighed and walked up to the desk. "I'll admit, it's crossed my mind."
"Gray!" he screamed, shaking as he struggled to hold back sobs.
"Because I don't understand what you could possibly see in me," he explained, stepping up beside Natsu. "I don't get it. And I'm worried." He reached out and stroked Natsu's frazzled hair. "I'm worried you'll get bored of me. I'm worried I'm just some fun toy for you. You're a man who could have anything and anyone, so why did you pick me, out of all the people in this world? I'm worried what might happen if people at work found out. I don't want them to know, Natsu. Even if I have to lie, I want us to stay just us."
He knelt in front of the large chair and looked up into Natsu's face.
"I don't want people to think you're the sort of man who would give an employee special treatment," he explained gently, "and I admit, I don't want my teammates to think I got this job, or any accolades, purely because we're dating. I want to keep that world separated from our world." His head dropped, staring at Natsu's shoes now. "It's not easy. I see you in the halls … I just want to run up to you, grab you, kiss you fiercely, right in front of everyone. But I can't, because you're talking with board members or stockholders or some secretary planning a trip to God-knows-where. Then you take off and I don't hear from you at all, and … and I get worried. I don't like thinking you might cheat, but … I've been there, Natsu. I've had that, and I don't want to go through it again."
"I don't cheat," Natsu said, sounding angry and offended.
"You spy on me instead. Do you not trust me?"
"That's not it at all. I wanted to see your face when you got my message. I … I like to see how you look when I do that."
"Just how often do you watch me at work?"
Natsu frowned and looked away. "Enough so Freed has chewed me out." Then his head dropped. "I need to see your face. I need to know that what I do isn't annoying, that you actually like it. I need to know that you actually want it, and … and it's not just out of fear and intimidation. I know who I am, Gray. I know what I am, the son of Igneel, a powerful man who was once called the Flame Dragon King because of how he lit a fire under this company and made it soar. People around me fear that power, or they want to use it for their own greed. It's hard for me to know if someone likes me for myself, and not out of greed for the money or out of fear of what I might do to them."
"Natsu," he said, rubbing both hands up and down his thighs in comforting strokes. "I told you, I didn't agree to date you because I feared for my job."
"You still asked me if I'd fire you."
"That's if we broke up, not if I turned you down. I admit, your position as my boss is daunting, sometimes it's frustrating, but if I didn't want this, I would tell you honestly."
"How do I know you will?" he shouted. "You're intimidated, you just admitted that. You could put up with me out of fear, just like everyone else."
Gray glared. He suddenly reached up to Natsu's crotch.
"Wh-what?"
"Do you really think I'd do something I don't want out of fear?" Gray asked in a coldly enraged whisper. "Do you really think I'm that much of a coward?" He squeezed the lump he felt within the slacks, stroking it with a firm, steady hand.
Natsu tried to squirm away. "Nngh … Gray!"
"Are you that conceited about your own status? You little bitch." He yanked Natsu's knees apart and settled between them. "You're my boss, but you don't scare me. You got that? Your power, your money, I don't care about that. I am not some coward." Gray slipped Natsu's zipper down and reached inside the trousers.
"Gr-Gray!" he cried out. "What the hell are you doing?"
"I would never, ever, demean myself to doing something like this to a boss. Never! Not even if it meant he'd fire me." He eased Natsu's limp shaft out and gazed at it through the sunlight streaming in through the office windows. He rubbed it like he had dreamed of touching it for many weeks. "I am not some whore who can be bought with money."
"I never said—"
"I am not some coward who would give in to a person just because they have a good job and some cash." Gray leaned over and licked up Natsu's cock, earning a strangled cry of shock and arousal from him. Slowly, it grew firmer. "Don't you dare think I would do this out of fear and intimidation, you pink-haired bastard."
He licked up to the head and began to let the cock slide into his mouth.
"Wait! Not at work!" Natsu hissed, trying to push him away.
Gray blindly grabbed Natsu's wrists and pinned him to the office chair. He went down, relaxing his mouth, taking the cock in.
"Oh shit … G-Gray," Natsu moaned, straining to keep quiet.
He bobbed up and down until he finally felt the cock stiffen to full size, getting longer and wider in his mouth, while Natsu squirmed in his chair. Gray relaxed his throat, letting the cock go deeper, and Natsu let out a gasp of pure pleasure. He pulled back up to look into the flushed face and widened green eyes.
"Do you get it yet? I want you, Natsu. I want everything about you. I want texts from you every day. I want you to call me all the time when you're gone on business trips. When you email me, I drop everything to read your letters. I have a folder in my inbox just for you, and I read through your emails over and over. I'm frigging obsessed with you, and it's troubling me at work, because I can't stop thinking about how much I want to march into this office … and do precisely this!"
He let go of Natsu's wrists so he could stroke him, now wet from his mouth and sliding through his fingers with ease. How long had he wanted to touch him like this? How many nights had he fantasized in bed or in the shower about tasting him, pleasuring Natsu, watching the faces he would make?
He looked up now, and he saw not someone disliking it, ready to push him away again, but a man in awe. He wondered if Natsu had ever in his life received a blow job. Maybe this was a first. If so, he was going to give him something to remember.
During his wild days in college, Gray realized he liked the feeling of giving a man or woman pleasure with just his mouth, the tastes and the simple act of giving without any receiving. One male partner with a penchant for dirty talk had called him a cock slut. Maybe that was true. He loved oral, and Natsu's cock fit perfectly in his mouth, not so wide that it hurt the corners of his mouth, just long enough to deep-throat.
He felt Natsu's hand on his head, and he put his own hand over it, showing him he could grab there. He heard Natsu's breath getting husky, deeper, quiet grunts and hushed expletives of pleasure. The fingers in his hair began to tighten, and he felt the leg muscles around him tense up. He rubbed the base of the cock while his mouth worked the head, going faster for him, slightly worried that Laxus and Freed might open up the door to see why it had fallen so silent inside.
"Gray!" Natsu hissed in warning. "G-Get off! I'm … it's gonna…"
Gray pulled up with saliva smeared down his chin. "Can I swallow it?"
Natsu's eyes grew huge. "What?"
"Is it safe to do that?"
"Safe?" he cried out again.
"Safe! Is it safe?"
"Wha-… Oh! Y-Yeah. I … I'm not … Do you really wanna?"
"Please."
"Unh!" Natsu cringed, and it was obvious he was straining to hold back now. "Y-Yes. Now!"
Gray thrust the cock back into his mouth, bobbing faster, ready for it. Natsu's breaths came in sharp, staccato gasps as his muscles drew up to a climax. The gripping hands went from Gray's hair to his shoulders, clawing into his suit until he could hear the scratching in the fabric weave. Damn, he wished that he was naked and those nails were digging into his skin! Another time.
He tasted Natsu spilling over his tongue, down his throat, filling his mouth. Gray turned his eyes up to see Natsu's mouth hanging open in pleasure, silent but showing all Gray wanted to see.
Natsu liked it, and that was what he needed to know.
As he felt the shaft getting soft, Gray pulled off and began to lick, cleaning it up, making sure every last drip was squeezed out. Then he carefully tucked Natsu back in, zipped up his trousers, and gazed up at him with a pleased gleam in his eyes.
"Do you get it now?" he asked. "Be clingy, Natsu. Be demanding. Text me and email me as often as you want. I'll let you know if you become irritating, but so long as you don't call me at three in the morning, I won't ever think a text from you is annoying."
Natsu nodded, unable to speak yet. His cheeks were bright, sweat stiffened the sides of his hair, and he panted with weariness. If anyone were to see him, they would know precisely what happened. For Gray, though, the sight of him so messed up and lust-lost was glorious.
"Lunch?" Natsu finally asked, barely able to speak even that much.
"I'll need to cancel on Lyon."
"Cancel," he ordered. "Talk … security … something."
Gray was getting more and more turned on by how disoriented Natsu was. It must be a hidden kink of his, to blow a man so good he could not mentally function. Gray pulled out his phone and sent Lyon a text.

« Talked to the CEO. He understands. He needs to discuss program security parameters over lunch. Just gonna eat and talk. »

Natsu looked at the phone as Gray typed. "Just eat and talk?" He sounded disappointed.
"Well," Gray reasoned, "I just had a very good lunch." He licked his lips to show what he meant. "And we can talk, if you want. Or no talk and do more. You're the boss," he said slyly.
"More," Natsu answered right away. "You … you're still…"
"Blue-balled and aching," he admitted with a bit of sexual frustration creeping into his voice.
"Not here," Natsu realized, looking around the office. "Limo."
"Sex in the car? Kinky bastard."
"The windows are tinted, and it's soundproof so long as you're not loud."
"So long as you don't bite my cock, I can be quiet."
"I … I want … to try that."
Gray lifted an eyebrow. "What, biting my cock? Hell no!"
"What you just did."
"A blow job?"
"Y-Yeah. I wanna try it."
Gray laughed and got off his knees before they began to hurt. "Ever done it?"
"No," he admitted. "Is that okay?"
"Hell yes."
Gray helped Natsu to straighten up as much as possible. Then they left the office. Laxus and Freed were right outside, shoulder to shoulder, talking intimately to each other. They separated the instant the door opened.
"Freed, I apologize," Natsu said, sounding like a businessman once again. "Please have my office cleaned. Laxus, your discretion will be rewarded. Expect a bonus in your next paycheck."
"You don't need to bribe me, sir," the security guard told him.
"Not a bribe. A thanks. Freed trusts you the most. He picked the perfect people to come deal with this … incident." Natsu looked over to Gray and smiled at him. "Freed, in half an hour, have sandwiches for two brought to the executive lounge. Soda for me, iced tea for Gray."
"Understood, sir," Freed said with a bow.
Natsu's eyes told Gray to follow him. They went to a different elevator, an exclusive one that went to the parking garage for executives. Once inside with the doors closed, Natsu grabbed Gray, slammed him against the elevator wall, and began to kiss him while grinding against his groin. He grabbed Gray's shirt, loosened his tie, undid his first two buttons, pulled the starched shirt apart, and latched on to Gray's shoulder, biting and sucking. Gray let out a shuddering cry of erotic pain. It took just that to make him hard again.
"You're not just my employee," Natsu snarled, glaring up at him. "You're … mine!" Then he kissed Gray and bit his lower lip.
However, the kiss lasted less than a minute. When the elevator dinged, Natsu yanked back, wiped his mouth, and looked in control again. Gray was the one left disheveled, clothes rumpled, lip swollen, and painfully aroused.
Natsu strode out, and slowly Gray limped after him. Dammit, he needed something soon! Natsu headed straight for a limousine, pulled out a key fob, and unlocked it. He climbed into the backseat and waited for Gray.
"Are we safe in here?" Gray asked as he climbed in.
"No, but safer than my office. Freed will have to erase some security videos now."
"Or you can keep them for yourself," Gray teased.
Natsu's eyes widened. "You're right!" He pulled out his phone and quickly sent a text. "That's an awesome idea, Gray."
"Wait, you're seriously keeping them? Natsu, that's like … like a sex tape now."
His mischievous grin shot down to Gray's groin.
"Damn! You really are a kinky bastard."
"You're the one who just gave his boss a blow job at work."
Gray's cheeks went hot. He had! And he would love to do it again one day.
"But now…" Natsu pulled Gray over on the long bench. "I want you."
He snagged Gray's hair and yanked him in, kissing him with the same ravenous lust as in the elevator. Only now, the car was silent, the windows tinted black so no one could see inside, and they were in an exclusive garage.
Natsu reached down and groped at Gray. "Dammit," he snarled through the rough kisses, "do you know how long I've been wanting to touch you?"
"Why … nngh … why did you wait this long?"
"I wanted to take it slow," he said, yanking Gray's tie off and throwing it aside. "Didn't wanna scare you away." He fumbled with Gray's shirt buttons.
"Stop, you're gonna tear the buttons off. I don't have many nice shirts."
Natsu growled deep in his throat, and he suddenly tore the shirt, sending buttons flying over the backseat.
"Natsu!"
"I'll buy you a new damn shirt," he yelled, throwing the shirt aside. "I want you out of these stupid clothes."
Gray pushed him back. "Idiot. Just ask. I can undress myself faster than you can."
Gray removed his shoes, took off his belt, undid his pants, and slid his underwear off.
"See, isn't that easier?"
"Not as fun," Natsu said petulantly.
"Rip my clothes off sometime when I don't need to return to work in an hour."
"I can't help it," he said, running his hands over Gray's torso. "When I'm with you, I lose control of myself. I become a demon, and I want to ravage you."
Gray moaned as the hot hands rubbed over him. Natsu leaned in, licking up his body: his neck, his pecs, and down his abs.
"Can I?" he asked, his body getting lower, but not touching where Gray wanted it.
"Fuck yeah," Gray groaned, ready to beg if he had to.
Natsu touched him, cautiously at first, feeling out the size, admiring the shape. Then he licked the palm of his hand, reached down again to feel the cock sliding easier through his fingers, and began to stroke Gray.
"Oh God, yes!" he shuddered.
"I've been wanting to touch you since Colorado," Natsu admitted.
Gray peeked open an eye. "That long?"
"I knew you probably jerked off that night."
He laughed softly. "Yeah, I did. I was curious if you did."
"No. I couldn't. I'm always nervous about doing it if anyone is in the house. I can't even do it if my cat is around."
"But you can in a car in public?"
"I'm not jerking off. I'm jerking you off. Plus, no one can enter this car except my driver who isn't on call today."
"And in the office?"
"I was trying to push you away. You asshole, holding me down like that!" he scolded lightly. "That could be consider as non-consensual oral sex, ya know."
"Heh! You seemed to like it," Gray pointed out.
"You were the one obviously enjoying it. Do you have some weird office kink?"
"Who knows! Never done anything like that at a job before."
"Ever done something like this in a car?"
"Do you really want to know?"
"I'm curious. I won't be jealous. After all, it's in the past."
"Fine. My dad's Chevy Silverado, I was seventeen, claimed I was going on a camping trip with classmates, actually took a girlfriend out to the middle of nowhere, banged her in the back of that pickup truck. Probably the worst sex of my life, to be honest. It was cold, I only had a blanket to lay out, not a mattress, and she wanted up top, so my back was killing me from lying on the grooves of that pickup. Probably why she wanted to go cowgirl, to save her spine. Then I ended up getting a mosquito bite on my dick. She obviously didn't like it either. We broke up a week later."
"Bad sex, huh?"
"Ugh! Story of my life."
Natsu leaned over and licked Gray's cock to make it wet again as his hand began to make too much rough friction on the skin. "Is it your partners, or is it you?"
"Fuck you!" he panted. "You certainly seemed to like it just now."
"I did," he answered honestly. "A lot." Natsu slipped down to the floor of the limousine and scooted to be between Gray's legs. "I really liked it," he said softly, and he licked over the head of Gray's cock. "Never done it, though, so maybe it was actually horrible and I just don't know."
"Screw you. Guys have said I give good head."
"Yeah? Well, you do. I don't think I can give back as good as that. Maybe this will be yet another bad-sex-in-a-car story for you."
Gray stroked through Natsu's hair. "It won't be bad, because I already know I'm your first. That alone makes this special. Just don't scrape your teeth on my dick."
Natsu licked up again, and he made a face. It was a strong, musky smell, overpowering, yet not unpleasant. He tried to thrust his mouth down like Gray had done, but he pulled back choking as soon as the cock hit the back of his throat.
"Easy," Gray said, gently caressing his hair. "For now, just suck the head. Let your hand take care of the rest. The head's the most sensitive part, anyway."
Natsu felt annoyed at himself, but he followed Gray's advice. Just bobbing on the top part was simple. As saliva dripped down, his hand could stroke easier up and down the shaft.
"God, yes!" Gray moaned, leaning his head back against the car seat and threading his fingers through Natsu's hair. "Damn, your mouth is so hot."
Maybe it wasn't the best blow job in his life, it was timid and awkward with a bad rhythm, but Gray loved simply knowing Natsu was doing this for the first time, just for him. This rich, powerful CEO was on his knees, sucking his cock. He had to confess, that was intensely erotic when he thought about it.
Then the elevator dinged and a group of executives stepped out, heading to their cars for lunch. Gray gasped in horror and Natsu held still with the cock still plunged between his lips. They could hear chatting about which restaurant they should go to as the group walked through the echoing, cavernous parking garage.
"I thought you said this car is soundproof," Gray whispered.
Natsu pulled off. "Nearly soundproof. You can barely hear them, right?"
Gray listened again. Although his heart was pounding and all senses were on alert, he realized that they could barely hear what the people were saying. In a normal car, they would have heard the clicking of high heels and patent leather shoes in such a small, echoing parking garage. Instead, they barely heard muffled voices, although the group was right beside the limousine.
Then Natsu smirked. He suddenly thrust down onto Gray's cock, taking it much deeper this time.
"Natsu!" Gray hissed. Shit, those people were right outside! He could hear them arguing over a few places to eat. If he made a loud noise, they would definitely hear.
Natsu's eyes gleamed devilishly. He sucked harder, thrusting in even when it made his throat spasm.
"Shit, stop," Gray warned, trying to pull him off.
This time, Natsu grabbed Gray's hands and pinned them to the car bench. He held him down and continued to suck.
"Dammit … no," he gasped.
Natsu sucked relentlessly, faster as they heard what sounded like a consensus on where these executives should eat this time.
"Na- … fuck … Natsu," Gray warned. "I'm gonna … sh-shit!"
"Do you hear something?" a lady asked her colleagues.
Gray slammed his mouth shut, but he felt his body exploding. He shivered, unable to stop anymore. He could only give in, lost in bliss, coming in Natsu's mouth.
As he floated on the orgasmic high, he heard the group leave, cars start up, drive away, and then all was silent in the parking garage once more. Finally, Natsu pulled back, as if he had worried that any motion might have made Gray scream. He gulped down and made another face, not sure if he liked the taste. Still, seeing the flush spread over Gray's naked body was what he truly wanted.
"You … fucking … bastard," Gray whispered, trying to catch his breath.
"I figured that'd do it," Natsu said, getting off his knees only to realize they had mud stains now. "Dammit, Freed will need to get me some new slacks before lunch ends."
"It'd do what?" asked Gray.
"Hmm? Oh! It was just a hunch, but I figured you were a bit of an exhibitionist."
"What?" he screamed. "No I'm not!"
"Obviously, you are."
"That was horrible!"
"No, it was overwhelming to you. You actually really liked it, didn't you?"
"You held me down when I said no."
"Payback."
"Bastard!"
"Did you hate it?"
Gray pouted and folded his arms. "Obviously, I didn't hate it."
"You know, your dick got a lot harder as soon as you realized we weren't alone." Natsu slid up beside Gray and wrapped his arms around him. "I could … plan things. They'd be safe. If you like this sort of thing."
Gray kept quiet, still pouting. After a long silence, he confessed, "Maybe I have a … a thing … knowing someone could find me."
"You're an exhibitionist."
"Shut up! I'm not!"
"I want to see you react that way again."
Gray glared over at him, but Natsu was not teasing him now. He was serious.
"I want … any of this … again."
Gray's mouth dropped. "It was okay?"
"It was incredible."
"Even in the office?"
"Especially that."
"But I … I held you down. That was a really crappy thing to do."
"Trust me, I could have broken out of a weak hold like that. I didn't hold you down all that tightly, either."
"I thought you were just weak."
"Screw you!" He laughed at their easy bantering. "Hungry?"
"Famished!"
"Freed should have sandwiches for us. You'll need a new shirt. Let me text him."
While Natsu sent Freed a message, Gray pulled on his underwear, trousers, shoes, and draped the torn shirt around him as best as he could.
"Okay, Freed messaged back. He said to stay here and he'll bring the meal to the car. The clothes should be here by the time we finish eating."
"Seriously, don't rip my shirt again. Not at work."
"Promise. And I'll try not to overreact if I hear you lying to your workmates. I … guess I get it. It still hurt, though."
Gray reached over to Natsu's chin and eased his pouty face up. "I thought I showed you, I didn't mean any of it."
"It still hurts."
Gray leaned in and kissed him. "Then I'll have to make up for it even more … later … maybe after work? Are you busy?"
Natsu sighed. "Today, yes. Friday I leave for another trip. Germany, this time. I wish I could take you."
"What about Thursday?" Gray asked, pushing aside that he also wished he could go on all these trips around the world, but it would take a while longer to get his passport and visa.
"Um … I think I'm free." Natsu yanked out his phone to check his calendar. "Yeah, nothing planned." He put the phone away with a wily smile. "What did you have in mind?"
"Something simple but romantic. A home-cooked meal, cuddling on the couch, some stupid rom-com movie, and maybe … maybe a bubble bath together, if you want … and … and you can stay the night."
Natsu's eyes gleamed like stars. "Can I, really?"
"If you don't mind my small bed. I'm sure yours would be better for two people."
"Ehhh…" Natsu pulled back and an uncertain face. "I don't want you to go over there and feel weird, out of place. I want you to be yourself. That's why I like to go to your place instead."
"Don't you feel weird, coming to that loft? It's probably no bigger than your frigging dining room."
"My place isn't like that. And I don't feel weird at all. Gray, I lived in an orphanage. Your place is pretty awesome."
"Well," he chuckled, "you're welcome to it." He leaned over and gave Natsu a kiss. "Anytime."
"Any?" Natsu asked pulling him in closer. "As often as I want? Because, you know," he said, letting his hand drift down Gray's bare chest toward his trousers, "I can be a really selfish man."
"I like that about you," Gray whispered, leaning in closer, staring at his lips, that mouth that had pleasured him so wonderfully.
Natsu's lips softened and parted, and he could feel Gray's breath on his face now. "I'd love to hear you when you're not holding back."
"Same here," he sighed, his lips just touching Natsu's. "I wanna hear you moan my name as I suck you off."
"Oh God, yes…"
Knuckles suddenly rapped on the car window. "Mr. Dragneel?"
They yanked apart at Freed's voice, and Gray turned aside, putting his fist to his mouth in frustration. Natsu laughed softly at his reaction. He straightened his hair, then opened the door and stepped out. The car door shut behind him as he walked over to Freed. Gray tried to listen in, but the car really did have a good ability to block outside sounds. He could barely make out Natsu's loud voice and could not at all hear Freed's soft-spoken words.
"Ah, thanks. Yes, this will be just fine. Try to match the color of the shirt. I doubt which brand matters, so long as it looks similar. Should I get new … yes, the trousers. I know, they're filthy. Just buy those when you buy the shirt. Yes, Freed. Oh, those tapes? Yes, yes, I know, it was dangerous. Sheesh, you don't have to snap at me. Oh, I see. Yes. I understand. It's fine. No, no need to go that far. Hah! Nope, not promising that. Yeah, and thanks, really. That's all for now. We'll stay in the car and wait for you. Just make sure you're back before lunch ends. Awesome, see ya."
The door opened, and Natsu brought in a tray of food. "Lunch is served," he announced regally.
"What was all that about?" Gray asked as he took the tray and set it up inside the limousine.
"Freed's a stickler for rules. Obviously, we both broke those rules."
"Will I be fired?"
"Hell no! Although he asked if Laxus would get fired. Apparently in retrieving the tapes, he saw part of it."
"He saw? Us? Doing that?"
"Obviously he didn't watch the whole thing. Anyway, I trust those two. The tapes are confiscated." Natsu climbed in and shut the car door. Then he beamed a rascally grin at Gray. "Wanna watch it together on Thursday? Maybe after the rom-com?"
Gray let out a flustered scoff. "You do realize, I'm gonna see it and wanna do it again."
"That's what I'm hoping," Natsu admitted slyly.
"Bastard. You just want me to suck your dick."
"Yeah. You were good. I wouldn't mind it again right now."
"Oh?" Gray ran his hand up Natsu's thigh. "I suppose, these slacks are ruined. Freed's off to buy you new ones. So if I get a little messy…" His fingers grazed over the lump inside. "… it won't really matter."
Natsu groaned, and his hips thrust up into those teasing fingers.
Gray pulled back his hand. "After we eat."
Natsu glared. "Bastard."
"What can I say? I like getting you riled up. Besides, I'd rather you have time to recover, that way I can taste your cum again."
"Shit," Natsu hissed, shifting around in his seat as the idea got him turned on again.
Gray chuckled and handed him the soda. "Eat. That way I can eat you."
Lyon walked into the office, stomach full and feeling energized for more work. He saw Gray already sitting at his computer.
"Hey, hey!" Lyon slapped his back. "How was the date with the boss?"
"It was not a date. I told you, we talked and sorted things out."
He slid into his cubicle but rolled his chair over to Gray's side. "So, did he actually have a thing for you?"
"I didn't ask. He was well-composed about it, though."
"Damn. I kinda feel sorry for the guy, getting turned down by his own subordinate. But you talked over lunch, right? About the security for the software?"
Gray held back a smirk. "Yeah, we discussed various forms of protection to use for future developments."
"Awesome. You know, we'll probably be done with this in two weeks. It's going by so fast. I wonder though, what's going to happen to you after we're done?"
"Well, I'll need a new job," Gray answered. "I was only hired for ICEMAKE."
Lyon's mouth dropped. "Oh man, seriously?"
"Yep. It was just a short-term contract job."
"That stinks. There's gotta be some other program you can work on here."
"Dunno. Maybe something will come up again."
"I hope so. I'd hate to lose you. Hey, did you change shirts?" Lyon asked, tugging on Gray's sleeve. "This one is silk. The shirts you normal wear are all cotton."
Gray clenched his throat to keep from cursing. "Oh, well … I snagged my shirt during lunch, ripped out some buttons, nothing I couldn't fix at home, but the CEO decided to buy me a new one."
"Hah! Same color and everything. I bet he's still trying to hit on you, even after you turned him down."
Gray rolled his eyes and looked over at Lyon. "Really? Why do you insist on this?"
"Office gossip is too much fun," Lyon admitted. "Oh, but hey, have you seen the new lady in the Crime Sorcière development group? Meredy, I didn't catch her last name. Hot damn, I am in love."
"Idiot," Gray laughed, going back to his computer.
In his office, Natsu stared at the screen with a horror-struck face.
"Short-term?" he repeated. He touched the screen showing the overhead view of the office and caressed over the image of Gray working on his computer. "A new job? N-No … FREED!"
A few seconds later, the office door opened. "Sir?"
"You only hired Gray for a short-term contract?"
"Yes, sir. Security is his specialty. ICEMAKE happened to be a program in which he excels. His expertise got the team back on track and ahead of schedule."
"And when it's done?"
Freed spared a look of sympathy. "He knew his contract with us was short-term."
Natsu looked hurt. "He never said anything about it."
"If I may guess, Mr. Dragneel, he probably thought you already knew. It's in his employee profile, after all. This was only a contract job."
Natsu slumped back in his chair, staring ahead in shock.
He had only a limited time being Gray's boss.
What would happen after the contract was fulfilled? Gray would leave. Things would change. Gray liked him—Natsu firmly believed that now—but he would move on to another job, maybe in another city, even another part of the country.
Natsu had liked the idea of sneaking Gray into this office again some day. He thought he would have years of happy lunch dates together. Maybe one day, when Gray was more comfortable and the office accepting, the two of them could be open about this, leaving the office together holding hands and sharing a happy hour pint with other workers, laughing and giving one another discreet kisses in the pub.
Now, he realized Gray would not be around for much longer.
"Find him a job," he growled softly.
Freed shook his head. "Sir—"
"Find him a job!" he screamed. "I don't care if we have to develop a whole new product just for him; find a reason for him to stay in this company."
"Sir, that's unreasonable."
"I don't care," he bellowed. Natsu swirled his chair around, facing the window so Freed did not see the tear that slipped down his cheek. Quieter, forcefully calmer, he ordered, "Find something."
Freed gave a slight bow. "I'll try, but no promises. You have a company to run. You can't destroy it for one employee. Mr. Fullbuster would never want you to do that just for him."
Then Freed turned and strode out, closing the door securely behind him. Natsu stared at the window, feeling his heart shatter at the thought of Gray leaving him one day. Then he looked over to a portrait hanging on the wall of Igneel, looking dignified, powerful, regal as the Flame Dragon King the media had nicknamed him.
"What should I do, Dad?" he asked unsteadily. "I don't want to let him slip away from me."
He closed his eyes as tears burned and stung down his cheek.
"I can't lose him!"
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