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Spliced Interlude: Once More, With Feeling
TITLE: Spliced Interlude: Once More, With Feeling
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Alex was desperate for something to do.
Since Matt had left for work early that morning, he’d eaten, flipped through the vid channels, wasted time on the Web, read, and exercised. It was barely lunchtime, and he was out of things to do. At least the things he could get away with doing.
It didn’t help any that it was a beautiful day, increasing his itch to go outside. The thought of how freeing it would be to take a joyride in Matt’s hovercar only made his restlessness worse. No, he shouldn’t risk doing that, but damn would it ever feel amazing.
Why had he signed up for this again? It was during moments like these that he really questioned himself.
Pushing darker thoughts aside, he went looking for Tara. She didn’t have class until later that afternoon; maybe he could convince her to go out somewhere with him beforehand. She’d agreed to it before—after asking Matt first if it was all right.
His day looked brighter already when he ran into her in the hallway, saving him from enduring Sadie’s presence to speak to her, but his hopes died quickly.
“Sorry, Min,” she said, regret in her gaze. “I’m actually leaving soon. I have a few errands to run, and I’m going to painting class directly afterwards.”
Doing his best impression of harmless and pitiful, Alex said, “I wouldn’t mind… waiting for your class to finish. I could sit in the back, not bother anyone.”
He cursed himself for the slip of the tongue—he should’ve said ‘kneel’ instead of ‘sit,’ but she didn’t notice, too busy shaking her head. “This professor’s kind of unpredictable. I can’t afford to piss him off by bringing you in unannounced.” She patted his arm. “We can go out tomorrow. I’ll be free after lunch.”
He choked down his disappointment, leaving it out of his voice as he thanked her. Keeping him entertained wasn’t in Tara’s job description. He should’ve pestered Matt earlier to drop him off at Hollis’, or vice versa, to spend time with Nuit.
At least he could go out to the garden. That was outside, although tainted by the fact that it was Sadie’s domain. Deciding not to let that bother him, he entered it. He wandered around, noting the neat rows of flowers that reminded him of the garden so carefully tended by Sharra on Festun. Ifira had a tropical climate, allowing his sister to grow interesting things that couldn’t be found here in the suburbs of Alister.
There were still some pretty arrangements here though. Sadie might be a shrew, but she knew her way around a garden, and how to show off her plants at their best. It was more creativity than he would’ve expected from her.
Done looking around, he settled down in the shade of one of the trees. He stared up at the canopy above, too awake to nap. For once he wasn’t sore from Matt’s latest attentions; closing on a deal had kept Matt working long hours the past two days. Not arriving home until near midnight, Matt had been too exhausted to be interested in much more than sleep.
He understood putting in overtime when needed, so it wasn’t that he was resentful. He was just extremely bored. His relationship with Matt certainly had its ups and downs, but it was never boring. He didn’t like his days being so empty.
After a while spent lying there, he stood up, heading around the side of the house. Moving to the keypad by the garage door, he entered the access code. The Spectra was inside; Matt had taken the ‘sensible’ car today. He admired its smooth lines for a few moments, turning away before temptation could get the better of him.
The left side of the garage contained racks and an array of tools hanging on hooks. It was one of the latter he reached for as approaching footsteps made him look over at the door.
Flame all, of course it was Sadie.
“What are you doing?” she demanded.
He picked up the clippers he’d come for. “I saw some branches that needed to be cut, Madame. I thought I’d take care of those for you.”
If he’d told her he wasn’t a clone, she couldn’t have been more surprised. “What?” she said, staring at him for a few moments before recovering. “You’re trying to be helpful?”
The disbelief in her voice was irritating but not undeserved. He’d never volunteered to assist with anything before, but that was because he avoided her presence as much as possible. Sometimes he helped Tara, but why make an effort for a woman who thought him scum?
“Yes,” was all he said. He certainly wouldn’t tell her he was bored; no doubt she’d come up with a lengthy list of tedious tasks for him to complete.
“No need. The gardeners are coming in a few days to do the yard work,” she said.
“I could take care of it instead, Madame, instead of paying someone to do it,” he offered, wondering if he’d gone insane. What happened to avoiding her?
“All of it?” Her brows rose. “Have you even worked in a garden before?”
The doubt in her voice stiffened his spine. “Yes, I have.”
Somewhere Sharra was laughing at him. She usually had to bribe him with one of his favorite meals to get him to help her in the garden. Only Kret hated gardening more than he did. Wires and tech his brother loved; why anyone would derive joy from digging in the dirt he couldn’t fathom.
Sadie grunted, the scowl on her face not looking good for him. He was surprised when she said, “Come on then,” and walked away, clearly expecting him to follow her.
She watched him work for the next three hours, annoyingly directing him to branches that needed trimming, as if he couldn’t see them for himself. She also had a few potted plants she wanted put into the ground, and had him place them where ordered. At times she disappeared back into the house—probably to make and eat lunch—but she always left him with a task to finish in the meantime.
If it had been Tara ordering him around he wouldn’t have minded much, but Sadie’s imperious attitude grated.
Well, you wanted something to do. He told that smug inner voice to shut up.
At least the garden did look a lot better when he was finished. Even Sadie couldn’t find anything to complain about, though of course she didn’t compliment or thank him. A black hole swallowing Monlea before nightfall would be more likely.
She did pause on their way inside though and ask, “Hungry?”
“Yes, Madame,” he said, ducking his head to hide his surprise. She always made him ask her for food, no matter that she had orders from Matt to include him in her meal preparations. A petty way of showing her power.
“Clean up and come back to the kitchen.”
He washed his hands and face quickly. It was far past lunchtime now, and he was starving. When he returned to her the bowl of soup was already waiting for him on the floor. Of course, just in case he got any wrong ideas about his place. She’d already eaten and Tara was gone; it wasn’t as if he’d have to share the table with anyone.
Stifling a sigh, he knelt. At least she hadn’t forced him to ask for a spoon this time. Sometimes she did that as well.
“Here,” she said, holding out a glass of water. He took it, glad he’d been spared that indignity too.
The vegetable soup was good, as was all her food. He couldn’t complain about that. As he ate, she sat down at the table, telling him other changes she wanted to make out in the garden.
“Tomorrow we’ll go out to a nursery and buy a few plants. And some bags of fertilizer.”
What have I gotten myself into? Alex wondered, realizing she planned to use him to carry all this for her.
Making some murmur of acquiescence which she took as encouragement to describe exactly which plants she wanted, he also wondered why she was even telling him this. It was more in character for her to keep it all to herself and then just announce to him tomorrow that they were going out.
No one else in the house has shown any interest in gardening, he realized. She did have at least one crony into it though; he’d heard her talking on the vid to someone about it several times before.
“Wash those dishes when you’re done.” She rose to her feet and left the kitchen.
He restrained another burst of irritation. She gave that order every day, as if he were too stupid to remember.
Well fed and sore, he returned to the bedroom after clearing the sink. It was a pleasant kind of soreness though; he’d done something productive today. The shower that followed still felt just as good though.
Refreshed and dry, he slid under the covers. He relaxed for a while, just enjoying the feeling of being in bed in the middle of the afternoon. For all that the work had tired him though, he still wasn't sleepy.
Lying on his back, he slid a lotion-slicked hand between his legs. He'd already exhausted this entertainment option earlier, but it seemed about time for another round. He started with lazy strokes, knowing there was no need to rush. Even if he didn't work late, Matt wouldn't be home for at least a couple hours.
Matt. He pictured him naked, leaning over Alex, firm hands on his cock, knowing exactly how to touch him. Then a questing mouth, sucking and licking his way down his stomach before wrapping his lips around the head of him. He pumped his hand harder, imagining it was an enthusiastic tongue.
Matt would tease him, taking him in deep and yet drawing it all out, until he was ready to beg—for more or for release, it would be hard to tell. Perhaps his fingers would be clenched in Matt's hair, urging him on, or perhaps they were restrained, jerking eagerly against the-
The PC Matt had bought him rang, startling him. Recognizing the ring, he cursed, his hand groping along the nightstand. The screen displayed three options: Vid, Voice or Ignore. After a moment of decision he chose Vid.
“Hello.” The growl to his voice hadn't been intentional.
Matt blinked, some of the stress in his face easing as he gave Alex a long look. “Did I interrupt something?”
Alex sent him a lazy, wicked smile. “Yes.”
Matt's harsh intake of breath was audible even over the pitiful PC speaker. “Were you thinking of anyone in particular?”
“Well,” Alex drawled, “there was this movie on earlier, and Sam Joffer is so-”
“Liar.”
The gravelly tone shot straight to Alex's groin. One hand holding the PC, the other rubbed his shaft again, finding a spot that made his eyes flutter closed. As he opened them once more, he licked his lips and said, “Maybe I was thinking of someone else.”
“Show me,” Matt demanded, heat flaring in his eyes.
“Mmm,” Alex said, stroking himself as he pretended to think it over. He was holding the PC near his waist, meaning Matt couldn't see anything below it. “The full show is only available in person.”
“Fucking tease.”
Alex smiled. This was fun. He put the PC down on his stomach, freeing up his other hand. “Were you calling for a particular reason? Don't mind me,” he said, closing his eyes. He didn't care what Matt wanted to talk about, as long as he used that growly tone. Just Matt's voice would add something delightful to this.
A string of curses left Matt's mouth, and Alex groaned, his thumb stroking the head of his cock. The rustle of clothes had him opening his eyes, watching as Matt untucked his shirt and opened the front of his pants, a hand sliding inside. Just the look in Matt's eyes told Alex he was already hard, and he grinned.
“Smug bastard,” Matt said, though the insult lacked true anger. “Slide one hand down, cup your balls.”
Curious as to where he was going with this, Alex did as he said. The twitch of his cock told him it was more than happy to follow Matt's directions.
“Now move behind them. Stroke there.”
Alex shuddered as he obeyed more of his commands. Technically he could’ve done whatever he wanted—Matt couldn’t actually see what he was doing—but Matt’s participation certainly added to this experience.
Meanwhile Matt was touching himself too, his gaze fastened on Alex, watching everything he did. They were both getting close—he knew the signs well—when the sound of the voice comms made them both jump.
“Mr. Tirvan is here for your meeting, sir,” Matt’s assistant said.
Alex would’ve laughed at Matt’s dismayed expression if he hadn’t felt the same way. Frustration—and lust—darkening his eyes, Matt pressed the comms button and growled, “He can wait. I’ll tell you when I’m ready for him.”
“Yes, sir,” she said, cutting off the comms.
Alex did laugh then, the PC sliding off his stomach and landing face down on the bed. Whoops, there went Matt’s view. “I’ll let you get back to work. I can finish up here.”
“What? Wait.” If Alex didn’t know better, he would’ve said Matt sounded desperate. Then his voice firmed. “No, you don’t.”
Alex stroked himself again. He could always get off on tormenting Matt. “But I see you’re busy…”
“Move that camera back and stop being such a fucking tease.”
“Only one of those things is possible,” Alex said, not quite keeping the amusement out of his voice.
The exasperated sigh that followed was wonderfully loud. Grinning, Alex moved the PC back onto his stomach. Matt’s expression was every bit as entertaining as he’d pictured.
“Where were we?” Alex asked brightly, delighted when Matt’s face tightened.
“Somewhere between strangling and fucking you.”
“Nah, neither of those is possible over vid,” Alex pointed out, before adding in a rougher tone, “but I can think of something else that is.”
“So can I.” Matt’s voice was just as arousingly rough. “Fist yourself, thumb on the head and pull down, hard and quick. Yeah, like that. Again, but don’t go as low this time.”
That Matt could guide his hands without even seeing his cock, knowing his body so well, was nearly enough to make him come on its own. With the added visual of Matt pleasuring himself, he quickly regained any arousal he’d lost to laughter.
When he finally came, his shudders knocked the PC off of him again. It had been positioned precariously for a while now. Still recovering, he missed seeing Matt’s climax seconds later, but he heard every gasp and hitch of it.
“Min,” Matt said, sighing. Then a moment later: “Fuck.”
“What is it?” Curious, he propped up the PC against a pillow, glancing at it as he cleaned himself off. Matt had done the same, grabbing a tissue from his desk to wipe his hands.
“I’m going to have to shake hands with this man.”
Alex chuckled. “If only he knew what you’d just been doing.”
Matt glared at him, not appreciating his humor.
Smiling to himself, Alex shifted onto his stomach, propping his chin on one hand as he faced the PC. He’d learned early on that Matt enjoyed this position. “Working late again tonight?”
Matt stilled, his glare intensifying for a second before it transformed into a smug, teasing smile. “I think someone’s been missing me.”
Alex shrugged. “Tara did mention it’s been quiet around here lately….”
“Min.” Matt’s gaze pinned his.
“Fine. Maybe I have,” Alex said, relenting.
Matt’s face softened. “I’ll be home early today.”
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aurila for feedback. Alex was desperate for something to do.
Since Matt had left for work early that morning, he’d eaten, flipped through the vid channels, wasted time on the Web, read, and exercised. It was barely lunchtime, and he was out of things to do. At least the things he could get away with doing.
It didn’t help any that it was a beautiful day, increasing his itch to go outside. The thought of how freeing it would be to take a joyride in Matt’s hovercar only made his restlessness worse. No, he shouldn’t risk doing that, but damn would it ever feel amazing.
Why had he signed up for this again? It was during moments like these that he really questioned himself.
Pushing darker thoughts aside, he went looking for Tara. She didn’t have class until later that afternoon; maybe he could convince her to go out somewhere with him beforehand. She’d agreed to it before—after asking Matt first if it was all right.
His day looked brighter already when he ran into her in the hallway, saving him from enduring Sadie’s presence to speak to her, but his hopes died quickly.
“Sorry, Min,” she said, regret in her gaze. “I’m actually leaving soon. I have a few errands to run, and I’m going to painting class directly afterwards.”
Doing his best impression of harmless and pitiful, Alex said, “I wouldn’t mind… waiting for your class to finish. I could sit in the back, not bother anyone.”
He cursed himself for the slip of the tongue—he should’ve said ‘kneel’ instead of ‘sit,’ but she didn’t notice, too busy shaking her head. “This professor’s kind of unpredictable. I can’t afford to piss him off by bringing you in unannounced.” She patted his arm. “We can go out tomorrow. I’ll be free after lunch.”
He choked down his disappointment, leaving it out of his voice as he thanked her. Keeping him entertained wasn’t in Tara’s job description. He should’ve pestered Matt earlier to drop him off at Hollis’, or vice versa, to spend time with Nuit.
At least he could go out to the garden. That was outside, although tainted by the fact that it was Sadie’s domain. Deciding not to let that bother him, he entered it. He wandered around, noting the neat rows of flowers that reminded him of the garden so carefully tended by Sharra on Festun. Ifira had a tropical climate, allowing his sister to grow interesting things that couldn’t be found here in the suburbs of Alister.
There were still some pretty arrangements here though. Sadie might be a shrew, but she knew her way around a garden, and how to show off her plants at their best. It was more creativity than he would’ve expected from her.
Done looking around, he settled down in the shade of one of the trees. He stared up at the canopy above, too awake to nap. For once he wasn’t sore from Matt’s latest attentions; closing on a deal had kept Matt working long hours the past two days. Not arriving home until near midnight, Matt had been too exhausted to be interested in much more than sleep.
He understood putting in overtime when needed, so it wasn’t that he was resentful. He was just extremely bored. His relationship with Matt certainly had its ups and downs, but it was never boring. He didn’t like his days being so empty.
After a while spent lying there, he stood up, heading around the side of the house. Moving to the keypad by the garage door, he entered the access code. The Spectra was inside; Matt had taken the ‘sensible’ car today. He admired its smooth lines for a few moments, turning away before temptation could get the better of him.
The left side of the garage contained racks and an array of tools hanging on hooks. It was one of the latter he reached for as approaching footsteps made him look over at the door.
Flame all, of course it was Sadie.
“What are you doing?” she demanded.
He picked up the clippers he’d come for. “I saw some branches that needed to be cut, Madame. I thought I’d take care of those for you.”
If he’d told her he wasn’t a clone, she couldn’t have been more surprised. “What?” she said, staring at him for a few moments before recovering. “You’re trying to be helpful?”
The disbelief in her voice was irritating but not undeserved. He’d never volunteered to assist with anything before, but that was because he avoided her presence as much as possible. Sometimes he helped Tara, but why make an effort for a woman who thought him scum?
“Yes,” was all he said. He certainly wouldn’t tell her he was bored; no doubt she’d come up with a lengthy list of tedious tasks for him to complete.
“No need. The gardeners are coming in a few days to do the yard work,” she said.
“I could take care of it instead, Madame, instead of paying someone to do it,” he offered, wondering if he’d gone insane. What happened to avoiding her?
“All of it?” Her brows rose. “Have you even worked in a garden before?”
The doubt in her voice stiffened his spine. “Yes, I have.”
Somewhere Sharra was laughing at him. She usually had to bribe him with one of his favorite meals to get him to help her in the garden. Only Kret hated gardening more than he did. Wires and tech his brother loved; why anyone would derive joy from digging in the dirt he couldn’t fathom.
Sadie grunted, the scowl on her face not looking good for him. He was surprised when she said, “Come on then,” and walked away, clearly expecting him to follow her.
She watched him work for the next three hours, annoyingly directing him to branches that needed trimming, as if he couldn’t see them for himself. She also had a few potted plants she wanted put into the ground, and had him place them where ordered. At times she disappeared back into the house—probably to make and eat lunch—but she always left him with a task to finish in the meantime.
If it had been Tara ordering him around he wouldn’t have minded much, but Sadie’s imperious attitude grated.
Well, you wanted something to do. He told that smug inner voice to shut up.
At least the garden did look a lot better when he was finished. Even Sadie couldn’t find anything to complain about, though of course she didn’t compliment or thank him. A black hole swallowing Monlea before nightfall would be more likely.
She did pause on their way inside though and ask, “Hungry?”
“Yes, Madame,” he said, ducking his head to hide his surprise. She always made him ask her for food, no matter that she had orders from Matt to include him in her meal preparations. A petty way of showing her power.
“Clean up and come back to the kitchen.”
He washed his hands and face quickly. It was far past lunchtime now, and he was starving. When he returned to her the bowl of soup was already waiting for him on the floor. Of course, just in case he got any wrong ideas about his place. She’d already eaten and Tara was gone; it wasn’t as if he’d have to share the table with anyone.
Stifling a sigh, he knelt. At least she hadn’t forced him to ask for a spoon this time. Sometimes she did that as well.
“Here,” she said, holding out a glass of water. He took it, glad he’d been spared that indignity too.
The vegetable soup was good, as was all her food. He couldn’t complain about that. As he ate, she sat down at the table, telling him other changes she wanted to make out in the garden.
“Tomorrow we’ll go out to a nursery and buy a few plants. And some bags of fertilizer.”
What have I gotten myself into? Alex wondered, realizing she planned to use him to carry all this for her.
Making some murmur of acquiescence which she took as encouragement to describe exactly which plants she wanted, he also wondered why she was even telling him this. It was more in character for her to keep it all to herself and then just announce to him tomorrow that they were going out.
No one else in the house has shown any interest in gardening, he realized. She did have at least one crony into it though; he’d heard her talking on the vid to someone about it several times before.
“Wash those dishes when you’re done.” She rose to her feet and left the kitchen.
He restrained another burst of irritation. She gave that order every day, as if he were too stupid to remember.
Well fed and sore, he returned to the bedroom after clearing the sink. It was a pleasant kind of soreness though; he’d done something productive today. The shower that followed still felt just as good though.
Refreshed and dry, he slid under the covers. He relaxed for a while, just enjoying the feeling of being in bed in the middle of the afternoon. For all that the work had tired him though, he still wasn't sleepy.
Lying on his back, he slid a lotion-slicked hand between his legs. He'd already exhausted this entertainment option earlier, but it seemed about time for another round. He started with lazy strokes, knowing there was no need to rush. Even if he didn't work late, Matt wouldn't be home for at least a couple hours.
Matt. He pictured him naked, leaning over Alex, firm hands on his cock, knowing exactly how to touch him. Then a questing mouth, sucking and licking his way down his stomach before wrapping his lips around the head of him. He pumped his hand harder, imagining it was an enthusiastic tongue.
Matt would tease him, taking him in deep and yet drawing it all out, until he was ready to beg—for more or for release, it would be hard to tell. Perhaps his fingers would be clenched in Matt's hair, urging him on, or perhaps they were restrained, jerking eagerly against the-
The PC Matt had bought him rang, startling him. Recognizing the ring, he cursed, his hand groping along the nightstand. The screen displayed three options: Vid, Voice or Ignore. After a moment of decision he chose Vid.
“Hello.” The growl to his voice hadn't been intentional.
Matt blinked, some of the stress in his face easing as he gave Alex a long look. “Did I interrupt something?”
Alex sent him a lazy, wicked smile. “Yes.”
Matt's harsh intake of breath was audible even over the pitiful PC speaker. “Were you thinking of anyone in particular?”
“Well,” Alex drawled, “there was this movie on earlier, and Sam Joffer is so-”
“Liar.”
The gravelly tone shot straight to Alex's groin. One hand holding the PC, the other rubbed his shaft again, finding a spot that made his eyes flutter closed. As he opened them once more, he licked his lips and said, “Maybe I was thinking of someone else.”
“Show me,” Matt demanded, heat flaring in his eyes.
“Mmm,” Alex said, stroking himself as he pretended to think it over. He was holding the PC near his waist, meaning Matt couldn't see anything below it. “The full show is only available in person.”
“Fucking tease.”
Alex smiled. This was fun. He put the PC down on his stomach, freeing up his other hand. “Were you calling for a particular reason? Don't mind me,” he said, closing his eyes. He didn't care what Matt wanted to talk about, as long as he used that growly tone. Just Matt's voice would add something delightful to this.
A string of curses left Matt's mouth, and Alex groaned, his thumb stroking the head of his cock. The rustle of clothes had him opening his eyes, watching as Matt untucked his shirt and opened the front of his pants, a hand sliding inside. Just the look in Matt's eyes told Alex he was already hard, and he grinned.
“Smug bastard,” Matt said, though the insult lacked true anger. “Slide one hand down, cup your balls.”
Curious as to where he was going with this, Alex did as he said. The twitch of his cock told him it was more than happy to follow Matt's directions.
“Now move behind them. Stroke there.”
Alex shuddered as he obeyed more of his commands. Technically he could’ve done whatever he wanted—Matt couldn’t actually see what he was doing—but Matt’s participation certainly added to this experience.
Meanwhile Matt was touching himself too, his gaze fastened on Alex, watching everything he did. They were both getting close—he knew the signs well—when the sound of the voice comms made them both jump.
“Mr. Tirvan is here for your meeting, sir,” Matt’s assistant said.
Alex would’ve laughed at Matt’s dismayed expression if he hadn’t felt the same way. Frustration—and lust—darkening his eyes, Matt pressed the comms button and growled, “He can wait. I’ll tell you when I’m ready for him.”
“Yes, sir,” she said, cutting off the comms.
Alex did laugh then, the PC sliding off his stomach and landing face down on the bed. Whoops, there went Matt’s view. “I’ll let you get back to work. I can finish up here.”
“What? Wait.” If Alex didn’t know better, he would’ve said Matt sounded desperate. Then his voice firmed. “No, you don’t.”
Alex stroked himself again. He could always get off on tormenting Matt. “But I see you’re busy…”
“Move that camera back and stop being such a fucking tease.”
“Only one of those things is possible,” Alex said, not quite keeping the amusement out of his voice.
The exasperated sigh that followed was wonderfully loud. Grinning, Alex moved the PC back onto his stomach. Matt’s expression was every bit as entertaining as he’d pictured.
“Where were we?” Alex asked brightly, delighted when Matt’s face tightened.
“Somewhere between strangling and fucking you.”
“Nah, neither of those is possible over vid,” Alex pointed out, before adding in a rougher tone, “but I can think of something else that is.”
“So can I.” Matt’s voice was just as arousingly rough. “Fist yourself, thumb on the head and pull down, hard and quick. Yeah, like that. Again, but don’t go as low this time.”
That Matt could guide his hands without even seeing his cock, knowing his body so well, was nearly enough to make him come on its own. With the added visual of Matt pleasuring himself, he quickly regained any arousal he’d lost to laughter.
When he finally came, his shudders knocked the PC off of him again. It had been positioned precariously for a while now. Still recovering, he missed seeing Matt’s climax seconds later, but he heard every gasp and hitch of it.
“Min,” Matt said, sighing. Then a moment later: “Fuck.”
“What is it?” Curious, he propped up the PC against a pillow, glancing at it as he cleaned himself off. Matt had done the same, grabbing a tissue from his desk to wipe his hands.
“I’m going to have to shake hands with this man.”
Alex chuckled. “If only he knew what you’d just been doing.”
Matt glared at him, not appreciating his humor.
Smiling to himself, Alex shifted onto his stomach, propping his chin on one hand as he faced the PC. He’d learned early on that Matt enjoyed this position. “Working late again tonight?”
Matt stilled, his glare intensifying for a second before it transformed into a smug, teasing smile. “I think someone’s been missing me.”
Alex shrugged. “Tara did mention it’s been quiet around here lately….”
“Min.” Matt’s gaze pinned his.
“Fine. Maybe I have,” Alex said, relenting.
Matt’s face softened. “I’ll be home early today.”
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So, part five is on its way? :-)
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Not very soon, but I may be able to see a light at the end of the tunnel...
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Well stupid Matt for not giving Min something to do! Ass!
But wow, camera sex...wow :D
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Glad you enjoyed it. :D
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and smutty ones = YAYWhen he returned to her the bowl of soup was already waiting for him on the floor. Of course, just in case he got any wrong ideas about his place.
I say sensible woman!! And with Alex you have to extra-reinforce the reminding him of his place, very good!!! >;)
Lying on his back, he slid a lotion-slicked hand between his legs.
How dare he touch what is his Masters property!!! >;P
Alex shuddered as he obeyed more of his commands.
When is he going to finally accept it that he feels the best when obeying like a proper slave? It will be liberating when he finally accepts and BEHAVES PROPERLY!!! >;D
And as Fran said: So, part five is on its way? :-)??!!??!! Or at least the NEXT CHAPTER FOR SCOTCH!!!! >:) This is me saying thanks for the Interlude!! ;)
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Sigh. I had almost forgotten your Sadie-approving ways.
If you're going by the strict legal sense of it, then he can't touch *any* part of his body, and that would get a little difficult, now wouldn't it? :P
......... I believe you are defining the word 'liberating' much differently than I am. Ahem.
Lol, trust you not to forget the other things I need to update. Sigh! Although I'll admit that was a bad cliffhanger for Scotch... Part 5 maybe I can get off to beta before the end of the month? Something like that, no promises! (They have a way of backfiring on me...)
Anyways, glad you enjoyed Alex's ahem boredom.
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lovely . i definitely won't think of vid calls in the same way now . have you read the manga called okane ga nai ? there is one chapter with something like this . XD
an awwwwww for matt's softening of face . on the other hand , lets see what happens when he comes home !!!!!!!!!!!!
i can't wait for PART 5 , YES ! XD * dances around happily *
* cookies and hugs *
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Lol, I don't think I will either. No, I started to read okane ga nai, but I couldn't get past the whole 'let me rape the poor helpless boy that looks 12 just because he dared not remember meeting me before.' And that was just chapter 1! Sigh. I read a little bit further, and while he does have some Matt-like qualities (extreme possessiveness *cough*), I just couldn't get past his treatment of the boy. So no, I didn't reach a scene like that.
LOL. You want the smut that follows after he gets home? I'm sure you're imagination can supply some possible answers for what they did next. :P
Aww, I will try to get Part 5 posted soon. Within a couple of weeks, hopefully.
Thanks for commenting. :-)
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Camera phone sex= HOT!!
Great interlude. :)
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Haha thanks, glad I could spice up your day!
Thanks for reading. :-)
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Min / Alex is really a fascinating character. I like his way to obey orders... when they please him !
“I’m going to have to shake hands with this man.”
That's crack me up !
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Of course, like a cat! >:D Isn't that the best way to follow orders?
Hehe. Aww Matt, he needs Alex around to make life more interesting. *grin*
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It was good to see some interaction between Sadie and Alex. Anyway, the woman still manages to annoy me to no end!*sigh*
I totally share Alex’s feelings as regards gardening. :)
I liked the mention of Sharra and Kret.
Wow, the scene with Matt and Alex was hot!
But unlike Matt, I appreciate Alex’s humor. :)
Thank you very much for this Interlude! It made my day!
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Yay, nothing like some vid sex to spice up the day. :D Oh I think deep down Matt appreciates the teasing too...
You're welcome. Glad to hear it! Thanks for commenting.
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So apparently even Sadie has an approachable side. Well, somewhat approachable. I loved that bit especially. Heh, I have a feeling Alex just signed up as a permanent gardening help. :P
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Oh yes, I remember. Glad you are getting Matt a little more... I think the AU story creates some extra sympathy for him.
Happy to hear you're still reading. Thanks for commenting. :-)
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Nice to read about things not being totally screwed up between them for a change 8D
Waiting anxiosly for part five ♥ ^^
(not meaning to pressure you in any way, just letting you know ^^;;)
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No, I don't mind. Glad to hear it. Soon! Thanks for commenting.
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LOVE!
Re: LOVE!
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I have to admit I can't find fault with Alex in this part. I don't like him anymore than I did before but I don't hate him any more.
I did like that he seems to have learned how to tease without being cruel.
Waiting for more on baited breath.
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Working on it!! Thanks for reading.
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But yeah..great I enjoyed it
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Seren