It had been several months and Rhys was still surprised he’d gotten
away with his party crashing at Handsome Jack’s ball. And even if he’d
gotten caught, he highly doubted Handsome Jack would have punished him.
Or if he did, it would have been pleasurable.
It still brought a
flushed smile to his face knowing that they’d had sex in front of
everybody. Rhys hadn’t been sure at first about the dress, but it had
been handy to keep them a little covered. And his escape had been
successful. Too successful. Jack did not recognize him in the least at
work, which made Rhys bittersweet. He was gitty that he had a secret
with Handsome Jack only he knew about, but that also meant Jack treated
him like any other employee.
Meetings were the same scary hours,
even if Rhys would get shy and bashful, Jack only took it for fear. It
was starting to get boring.
There was always something different about Rhys. Jack was proud of
his boyfriend, but he always felt like he hadn’t won Rhys over, that
Rhys had let him win. Rhys always seemed to drip honey
wherever he went, flashing a smile that turned everyone to mush. It was a
gorgeous smile, a smile Jack would look back on and realize how strange
it had actually been. How his heart rate kicked up and how his thought
process fogged and he began to think with his baser instincts.
But
tonight, at the dinner party, with Rhys all dolled up, Jack couldn’t
take his attention off his boyfriend. Rhys wore a slim, black dress with
a diamond halter that wound down his back elegantly. His makeup was
expertly done and only made Jack more distracted. At the dinner table on
the stage, where he could flaunt his importance over everyone, he had
hiked Rhys’ dress up to grope the man’s thigh. They hadn’t been dating
long and hadn’t had sex yet, but Jack knew it would happen tonight. He
was finally not too busy and Rhys was way too gorgeous.
This labeled as All Sales Final. Thanks @thirtysixsavefiles for the title AHAHA Also on my ao3 here 🙂 My masterlist archive of bullshit i write can be found linked at the top of the blog or here.
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Jack sighed in annoyance as he gazed upon what should be the solution to his ever-present problems.
He’d thought “crate” had been an exaggeration, but there it was, right smack dab in his office where he’d had it delivered. The offending item was not what he’d pictured for the money he’d spent.
It stood upright- quite a bit taller than himself- old sticker labels that had been peeled off and reapplied identifying the contents as ‘generic biological samples’ to be handled with care. It didn’t stand out like something fancy and shiny might, thus it didn’t draw unwanted attention. It was an eyesore compared to the general grandeur of his office, but he supposed the real prize was what was inside.
Vengence is Key 