A Turn for the Unexpected (FatPanda and firebird)

[firebird]

Chin length jet black hair stuck to slightly flushed cheeks as water droplets cascaded off his body in slow drips. He dried his hair as he made his way to his closet. Hyacinth blue eyes looked over everything that was in there. From denim jeans to cotton shirts to elegant-ware. He frowned; they were all boring and for this particular night he needed something dashing ,daring and bold. He smirked as he glimpsed a black leather-looking pair of pants in the back of the furniture. That will do just nicely.

 

As ready as he could ever be, he checked himself over in the mirror. The normally shy-looking psychologist had made a total transformation. His large, round hyacinth eyes were accentuated by black eyeliner and his long lashes made even longer by mascara-manscara if you will-, his upper body was held quite tightly in a hidden black leather tank and a faux leather zip quilt motorcycle jacket and finally resting dangerously low on his hips was a pair of ass-hugging leather pants. Smacking his slightly glossed lips, he tousled his hair ensuring that the bangs on either sides of his face looked messy, winked at himself and left the house-motorcycle keys in hand.

 

Stepping off his motor cycle, he stood at his full height of 5"11, insured that his vehicle was secured before making his way towards the club entrance. Carefully calculated steps were all he took(due to his slightly heeled boots), as he went straight past the bouncer and into the club with only a mere look exchanged between them. Spotting his usual spot immediately to his right, he sat down and enjoyed the show Péchés De Mes was putting on.

 

The name of the club literally meant sins of mine and it was such a fitting name too seeing as it was a gay BDSM club. Both services ,or rather, known specialties were not openly excepted by society as such he had given it that name, mocking society's definition of what was moral from what wasn't. He chuckled to himself as he was brought his first drink of night of many by none other than his star bartender himself. "Pierre, sir how are you tonight?" the bartender said addressing the man in leather. "Never better Stephan"

[FatPanda]

Ryhn got out of his beat up old car. He didn't even know what to call it anymore; it had so many different scrap parts attached to it that it wasn't really of one brand and one model. With the car keys in hand, he made his way into the building. He opened the back door and the club music filled his ears. Walking past the blaring music and the dancing people grinding against one another, he found his way to the janitorial room. Inside, he slowly got changed into his uniform. The dark grey coveralls hung on his toned body. He wasn't very muscular as he didn't really work out but his body kept itself in shape from all the hard work he did. He worked as a janitor in a BDSM gay club at night and on a construction site during the day.

 

He wasn't gay necessarily; he'd thought about it before but he wasn't really interested in anyone at the moment, not that he was ever interested in anyone. Neither men nor women turned him on. He didn't dislike anyone but he was just never sexually attracted to others. Spending time with them as friends was always welcome but anything beyond that didn't excite him the way. So working in a gay club didn't bother him at all; in fact, he enjoyed talking to some of the people there. Though they were into sadism and masochism and all the other odd kinks in between, he found that they were surprisingly normal around him. Sometimes he even looked forward to the different people he would meet at work.

 

Ryhn looked at himself in the mirror. He had dark brown eyes, tanned skin, black hair, and high cheek bones. His sharp features made him look tough and like not-to-be-messed-with material. It didn't help that his hands were big and he was 6'2" in height. He often got mistaken for extorting someone's money when he picked up dropped wallets. In actuality, he was a nice guy with a big heart. He loved people and giving them his attention. He was smart and could've gone into medicine but he didn't like watching the people suffer, then suffer more with medication, and then suffer more with medical bills. He preferred to make people's day by spending time with them.

 

The janitor rolled his cart of cleaning supplies out of the little room. His first destination was the washroom; it was always the washroom. Whenever he got to work, someone had already thrown up or was in the process of throwing up on the washroom floor. They usually drunk so much that they couldn't hold their vomiting until they reached the toilet or the sink. He rolled up to the door and knocked a hard loud knock, waiting a long while before asking, "Caretaking, anyone in there?" He'd walked in on men having sex multiple times; somewhere along the way, he learned to announce his presence and give them time to clean themselves up into a slightly more presentable manner.

 

With no answer, he opened the door and not to his surprise, there was puke on the floor. He set to cleaning the mess with a light sigh. It was his job and he liked to make people happy but it was still hard work. Still, he did it so no one else would have to. He mopped up the vomit and propped up a caution sign, hoping no one was too drunk to not notice it.

[firebird]

Nursing his second drink in his hand he decided that it was time to go to his office and immerse himself in the necessary paperwork that kept his club up, running and out of question for demolition by none other than the government. He sighed. There wasn't anything interesting going on any way and his plan to acquire a new sub was starting to not look so good. No one caught his eye. There were all too bland: too short, not muscular enough, too slutty. The criteria to be his sub seemed rather strange because come on who didn't want a short, lithe little slut for a sub? Evidently, he didn't. He wanted someone strong enough to handle what he would dish out, big enough to shadow his form so that dominating them would feel sweeter and getting taken wouldn't be hard.

 

What? Surprised? He was probably the only dom out there who wanted a sub that would take him. It was rather peculiar but it happens. But because it was so strange it was hard to find a partner. So hard the he hadn't had sex in a little over a year. His last sub gave up around that time. He just couldn't handle a master that needed and demanded a good screwing every five hours. He pouted at the memory. It wasn't his fault that the little wuss didn't have the stamina of a rabbit. He sighed for the nth time and got up.

 

Lustful eyes of doms and subs alike watched him. Subs thought he was hot and would probably deliver the greatest sex ever and doms watched 'cause they liked his beauty and poise not to mention his nice ass. They would more than love to cut the proud little submissive dominant down to size but knew better than to try. The last guy that did, had something of his cut down to a much smaller size instead. He smirked. Ah, it was good to be king.

 

A leather covered butt plopped down in a equally leather chair as hyacinth eyes glared into the drunk blue ones of one of his club's subs. Said sub was supposed to be working tonight, servicing whichever dom came in and ordered him from the catalog book but no, the little punk had to get himself wasted and practically useless for the rest of his shift. He shook his head in disappointment, it was no use even trying to talk to the other in the state he was in.

 

His club was supposed to be top class (as top class as a BDSM club could be) when it came to their workers.From the bartenders to the subs and doms to the cleaners. 'Bullshit' was in his working staff's vocabulary because it was something he didn't take...at all. At Peches de Mes he made sure to handpick his staff (except the cleaning staff- he didn't have time to see how well you could mop a floor) so as to maintain the high quality but noo, the floozy standing in front of him had to go and put a dent in his pride in his club's reputation.

 

Suddenly there was the sound of painful hacking and coughing, drawing him out of his musings. He walked around his big desk just to see his current problem vomiting on his carpet...his white carpet. His left eye twitched without his permission. If he wasn't thinking of firing his drunk ass then...he was gonna do it now. He returned to his seat and held his head in his hand while the other held his office phone up to his ear.

"Hello?"

"Stephan, get someone to clean up...something in my office, NOW."

"Uh...right away, sir"

He hung up and looked at the now wobbly standing sub. "Get the fuck out of my office." the man still stood there seemingly not understanding a word he was saying. "NOW!" That seemed to register and soon his former worker was tripping over himself and slamming into his door before he went out and scrambled down the hall. Another sigh left him. It was going to be a lonnggg night.

[FatPanda]

Ryhn would've considered cleaning the rest of the washroom then, since he was already there, but it was his first and his last stop everyday because it was always a mess at the end of the night. He preferred to clean it when there were less people to come and go as they pleased - leaving his freshly cleaned washroom as messy as it would be if he didn't clean it at all. Packing up his mop, he rolled his cart away to clean other areas in need of attention.

 

As he rolled down the hallway to his next destination, the bartender Stephan called out to him. "The boss needs you or someone to clean the office immediately."

 

"And what would that be? I don't suppose I'll need all these supplies with me." Ryhn would rather leave the cart behind and bring only the necessary tools but the bartender didn't know exactly what it was that needed cleaning. Nodding at the point, he decided he would have to bring the entire cart and go up to the office by elevator. He preferred not to use the elevator if he could walk the stairs but he couldn't with a cart full of cleaning supplies.

 

He smiled at the request and replied, "right away, sir," but couldn't help frowning to himself as he walked away. It was a frown of curiosity more than displeasure: rarely did the boss ever need his office cleaned during the night. The cleaning staff took their turns doing the office when everyone had left so it felt odd he would be going there while the boss was still in. A colleague of his only entered while the boss was around once because something had spilled. With confusion in mind but curious to see what kind of mess it would be as well, he ventured to the elevator.

 

With a ping, the elevator arrived and a couple flirting with one another stepped out. He smiled at them, making them do a slight double take but he took no offense. In the elevator, he thought about why he didn't mind the odd looks he got sometimes. Was it because he enjoyed the extra attention or was it the look of positive surprise instead of the usual negative ones associated with shock? He couldn't quite put his tongue on it but he didn't have much time to think as he arrived on the upper level. He rolled out and went down the hall to the office.

 

Leaving the cart outside the door, parked to one side, he knocked on the door.

[firebird]

By the time the janitor's knock was heard on his door, Pierre was already in favor of abandoning his office for a new one. Not only did it just stink...It STUNK! Whatever that guy threw up on his carpet wasn't anything human. If he didn't know better he would say that he smelled like the rotting carcass of cow rather than the proper alternative, beef. Not willing to walk over o the door to greet whoever was going to clean up the mess, he remained seated.

"Come in," his he said in a soft yet firm tone.

 

At the sound of the door opening, he looked up from the intimidating stack of papers he was absently looking at. The sight the met him upon his head's rising was one that made his inner lion purr. The man that Stephan sent up to clean his floor was the person he would like to engage in 'various' activities on said floor. With dark features... tall and strong, the man was the epitome of his type.

 

He stood and walked from around his desk just to go stand before the janitor. Looking up at him with not just commanding eyes but a commanding presence, he scrutinized him from head to toe. My he was fine. As much as he wanted to sit on his stick right then and there, he withheld himself. There was no way that he would lower himself to being a needy, desperate little sub. No, he would remain calm around his divinely sent gift.

 

Stepping back, he turned his eyes to the puddle of bile and other various fluids, motioning to the cleaner that that was what he was supposed to be cleaning, just in case it wasn't clear enough. While he was sure about how compatible they were physically, there was still the chance of him lacking in the intelligence department. He would see soon enough.

"Well then, get to it Mr....?"

[FatPanda]

Ryhn opened the door and entered the office. Immediately he smelt the culprit awaiting his attention; it definitely did not smell appetizing. He knew without needing instructions that he had some work to do. Looking around for the source, he laid eyes on the boss he hardly knew. With a smile plastered over his face, he watched the man walk over. He seemed interesting to meet, as was everybody else. There wasn't much different about him that any other person but Ryhn couldn't help being mesmerized. The presence of the man before him was partially daunting but mostly attention-worthy. The way he held himself was amazing; even the way he looked him over - which would usually come off as rude - was attractive. There was some unspoken desire to be around this man stirring inside the janitor.

 

He turned his head slowly to face the direction his boss pointed before reluctantly blinking his gaze to follow. Setting his eyes on the problem that brought him to meet this man, he silently thanked it. Though it was "gross" it wasn't the worst he'd seen before. Grinning, he replied, "Ryhn, just call me Ryhn. How should I address you, sir? Or do employers and employees not get to be friends?" He chuckled the last bit, hoping his boss had some sense of humour. It wouldn't be right to overstep the employer-employee boundary but he wanted to get to know this man on a personal level. His presence intrigued Ryhn.

 

Ryhn stepped back outside to pick up a few supplies for cleaning. He rummage around for the right things before returning with them to the office. He thought perhaps he should forget a supply outside so would have an excuse to take longer but decided that would probably not work to his benefit. He set to work removing the regurgitate, wondering how Pierre hadn't run out of the room the moment it came up. It stunk horridly. Thankfully though, the smell quickly diffused across the room, desensitizing his olfactory receptors. Focus removed from the disturbing smell, he was curious about the man so asked, "So, are you a sadist, a masochist, or a combination of both? I don't suppose you're none when you run this club." He wanted to know more; interested in this man, a lot more so than any other person he'd encountered before.

[firebird]

"You..", he said stressing that small impersonal word, "..may call me Pierre" He licked his lips and walked around his desk resuming his former position. "And as for what position I hold Ryhn....", here he allowed his sinful tongue to peek out and linger longer on his lips than necessary before it swiped his bottom lip and retreated to his mouth. "...in a sense I am both. I hold the position of a dominant..." He placed his thumb against his bottom lip and bit ob the tip lightly"...but let's just say that I rather being on the receiving end of things" A soft chuckle escaped his lips.

 

"How about you Ryhn? What position do you prefer, that is, if you're even gay?" Even though he asked, he had not missed the strange light of interest in the janitor's eyes. But there was still the chance that he had misinterpreted that and he was actually straight. He tilted his head back and put his feet up on his desk. It went without saying that Pierre was attractive. Oh he knew he was but he wasn't deluded into thinking that he was irresistible. After all, no human being was.

 

His mind blocked out the putrid smell of bile combined with other various substances staining his carpet as he took in the sight of his stud janitor. Which brought him to the thought: Why was a seemingly humble man like Ryhn working in such an exciting place?. He just looked so relaxed and calm, he simply had to wonder.

[FatPanda]

Pierre. Ryhn smiled at the name, delighted that Pierre didn't mind the probing questions. He watched the way Pierre walked around the desk, his hips moving with each lift of a leg. It was the first action that formed an inkling of lust in the unaffected man. Ryhn found himself paying more attention to the hips than to his job he subconsciously performed. If he was any less experienced dealing with the substance, he might've made a mistake but thankfully his hands could work on their own without his attention. As the boss called his name with a brief show of his tongue, he noticed the way he stared at the man. A smirk formed on his mouth. That was the first time his interest in a person went beyond just listening to what they had to say. He realized he wanted to note the answer to the question. Dominant, but a catcher anyway. Interesting indeed. "Dominant" really explained why Pierre's presence was so prominent with just a light laugh.

 

A grin appeared as he took in the curious words. "Position? I don't know, to be honest. I'm neither gay nor not. I'm not sure what I am. Haven't found out what I am or like yet." He shrugged as he stood up, finished with his work. There was patch of colour left on the carpet. He was about to tell the boss that it would disappear as the chemicals dried and even had his hand motioned toward the spot but he lost his words. As he looked at the man, all that came out was a puff of air as he tried to find the words. He stared at the man with his feet on the desk, showing off the black clothed legs. The way the pants clung to his legs made Ryhn lose his thoughts. It was the first time he was experiencing something like this. He just couldn't think about what he'd been thinking about earlier. He snapped out of his stare and looked away, closing his eyes. He shut the jaw that'd been hanging open speechless.

 

He stayed silent for a while before trying to open his mouth again, but once more he couldn't think. He gave a light nervous laugh before once again trying. This time he managed to get some words out, "The gunk - " he motioned towards it, "... it's gone... and... um, gosh, you're attractive." He laughed to himself at how lame he sounded and added while rubbing a hand over his face to steady his thoughts, "yeah, the stain will be gone after the shit dries up. Sorry for the swearing, I'm just a little speechless." He ran a the hand through his hair and shook his head. "Yeah, that's all I have. You make it hard to think about anything but you, you know that?" Ryhn laughed again in his deep voice to the compliment. He meant it but it came out sounding cheesier than anything he'd ever said before.

 

Embarrassed for himself, he picked up his supplies and decided to leave the office. It wasn't quite the situation he enjoyed being in. He always avoided awkward situations like this as it made his body feel uncomfortable. His heart strained to pump enough blood through his body and he could feel his calm shaking. Something told him he didn't like it, that things would get bad if he stuck around awkwardness. Yet every time he walked away, his thoughts kept playing over and over what he thought he would've done in the moment. He didn't actually know what he would do because he always left but it bothered him slightly. He was almost out the door when he stopped and thought maybe he shouldn't leave it like that.

[firebird]

He hummed lightly as he took in the details of Ryhn's sexuality or rather, the lack thereof. It wasn't everyday that one would meet someone like Ryhn. The man seemed neutral to sex on a whole. Well, that's what Pierre thought for a while before he caught those dark eyes watching him. 'Perhaps he's not neutral..just..open..'

 

He almost lost his train of thought as he heard the compliment leave the janitor's lips. He blinked once..twice...he did it a third time to be sure, then he smiled. It was nice to have someone tell him that every once in a while. Because it wasn't very often to begin with that men had the guts to speak their minds, especially when it came to one such as himself.

"Ryhn..wait-" He pulled out a piece of scrap paper and scribbled seven digits on it in his neatest script before getting up from around his desk and making his way to the man standing at his door way. "Thank you"

 

He leaned up slightly -considering the obvious height difference- and placed a kiss on the corner of the dark-haired man's mouth. Leaning further in, so that his mouth was now placed against said man's ear, he slipped the piece of paper into the breast pocket of the man's uniform. "Hmm..I think I may be able to help you decide what you are and... what you like. Give me a call if you think that you're ready to find out", he whispered into Ryhn's ear.

 

He pulled back and looked at him in what one would call 'naughty bedroom eyes'. The look Pierre sent the other was surely one which spoke of the most sinfully delicious pleasures. What he was offering the man went unspoken but enough hints were there for him to realise that: one- Pierre wanted him and two- he wanted Pierre too, whether he was aware of it or not.

 

He couldn't help but think about how whimsical his actions were. He was usually a man who thought about what he wanted and what he had to do to obtain it. But right in that very moment, he had done the childish thing and gave Ryhn the option of turning down his offer. Not that he thought that he would. An arrogant thing to think, yes. But perhaps it was just wishful thinking on Pierre's behalf.

[FatPanda]

Ryhn turned toward Pierre and was greeted with a "thank you", a kiss to the corner of his mouth, and what seemed like an invitation for something he wasn't ready to find out about. He didn't think he was ready, especially with the way it made him more uncomfortable. He stepped back as well and declined as properly as he could put it, "I... think I don't know. I'm just going to stick with being undecided. And let's just be friends." He looked away nervously and stepped out the door. He thought to himself, maybe I shouldn't have stopped there. He was running away again.

 

The janitor spent the rest of the night doing his regular duties but often he caught himself spacing out. Every time he looked at a couple walking by, his mind went back to those eyes that looked at him with invitation and that kiss to his mouth. Ryhn couldn't help but think about Pierre. The man was definitely attractive so he couldn't see why such a beauty would be interested in him. It made no sense. He was sure someone like that was already taken. Yet, it seemed like he wasn't. That thought made it all the more tempting to look at the paper in his pocket. If I call him, will I regret it? Thinking about the possibilities, he started to feel uncomfortable again.

 

Just as he almost put a word to the feeling, a tap on the shoulder got him out of his reverie. It'd been a while since his mind was too preoccupied thinking about one thing that he couldn't hear what was going on around him. The last thing was not a human; this time was his first one. He looked to see the bartender calling out to him. Something broke again. A sigh almost took place for the first time in a long while. He was surprised at it himself but he understood why his body was doing it. He had been disturbed from coming upon the answer to his question.

 

Feeling slightly irritated, he cleaned up the broken glass and resumed his cleaning elsewhere. But all the while, his mind went back and forth between the answer he almost came upon and Pierre. It was clear to him that he wanted to know. And he could find the answer with Pierre. Feeling unsettled that he was going toward the source of his discomfort, he had an internal debate arguing for reasons not to go. Everything that came up though was simply that he was scared. A guy his size, scared of a smaller man like Pierre: weird. He had a feeling Pierre might know the answer to that as well.

 

Packing up his supplies, he decided he'd ask when the other was free. Yes, just ask for now. And depending on the answer, he'll make his choice whether he wanted to know more or he was afraid more. He got changed out of his coveralls and into his normal attire. The jeans jingled with his keys as he pulled them on and rang as he walked. They clanged together all the way to his car, only silenced by Ryhn's hand fumbling to start the engine. He turned the key but nothing happened. The old junk was refusing to start. "Stupid piece of metal!" He shouted at his car angrily.

 

As far as he was concerned, he was last to leave work as well. There wasn't even anyone to give him a lift. Pissed, he took out his phone and began to dial a number when he remembered he had another number he could try. Taking out the little piece of paper, he stared at the numbers. Wondering if he should dial, he subconsciously pressed the numbers first. All that was left was to decide to click call. Beep. He'd done it. It was ringing. He didn't even know what he would say but he was making the call already, he'd have to come up with something to say.

[firebird]

He rose his eyebrows questioning Ryhn's decision at first. Then he allowed a small smile to grace his features. "I see. That would be nice," he said with as much pride as he could muster after being turned down when he finally put effort into finding someone. The other's discomfort was very much evident. It didn't take a rocket scientist to see the nervousness the raven displayed around him or perhaps it was just that that particular topic wasn't up for discussion. He waved as Ryhn turned to leave. No use trying to persuade him, he'd done all he was permitted to do the rest was up to the other man. "Good Night, Ryhn"

 

He returned to his seat as the door closed behind the object of his attention. He twirled the ball point pen between his fingers rather than using it to sign and go over the various sheets of paper on his desk. It was a habit of his, whenever he was in deep thought. But it was a first for that mind space to be taken up by a someone he saw in more than just a platonic view. Innocent little Ryhn. He'd captured his attention and now turned all his thoughts to himself. Pierre chuckled, it would almost appear as if the charming man was a virgin.

 

The pen stopped mid-twirl and fell from his hand. No. Impossible. A gorgeous man such as himself couldn't have been a virgin. No man in this day and age stayed a virgin beyond sixteen. It was such an unlikely occurrence but he wasn't the type of man who wrote something off as impossible just because of its rarity. Perhaps little Ryhn was a virgin. That would explain why he was afraid of big bad Pierre. He chuckled. Well that was an interesting development. `

 

Sighing, he turned away from his desk making sure that the back of his chair was facing it. There was no point in him sitting over all that paper work, it's not as if any of it was being done anyway. He allowed his mind to continue drifting....Ryhn...

 

~

 

Groaning from his uncomfortable position on the chair, he rose his head from its neck breaking angle. Well that was odd. He'd fallen asleep on the job when he quite literally didn't do a thing to permit him sleep. He turned his head -painfully so- towards the vibrating object on his desk -the reason why he was awake. Unable to identify the number flashing across his phone screen, he furrowed his eyebrows in wonder. His brain wasn't quite awake as yet.

"Hello?" he answered in a scratchy voice made husky by sleep.

[FatPanda]

Ryhn grew anxious at the second ring of the phone. He wasn't really sure what he was doing or what he'd say at all but he just knew his body felt the need to make the call. And it connected. He heard the hello on the other end and started to stammer, "Hey, I just - you told me to give you a call if I wanted to find out and since my shit-of-a-car didn't start up I thought 'what the heck, I might as well'. So I, uh, know it's probably too soon to be making this call and all but yeah, maybe if you're still at work I could wait for you. Well, that's if you're still here. I just figured you'd be one of the late people to leave. The other guys left already so I tried you." He lied. Actually, he'd thought of calling Pierre first: his boss.

 

He managed to get out the whole slur of words before he realized what kind of voice had answered the phone. "Oh man, sorry. Were you asleep? I didn't mean to wake you. I guess you went home early? Sorry 'bout that. I guess I really should bother you then." Ryhn fiddled with his useless steering wheel, adjusting its position over and over but not quite getting it to be perfectly straight. He felt stupid that he'd disturbed the man at that hour. Of course he was asleep, who else would stay up this late at work? The only benefit he'd gained so far was hearing that husky, sleep-driven voice.

 

"Um, if now isn't a good time, when are you free?" He'd been thinking of asking and here he was now talking with Pierre on the phone so he might as well ask too. Though he was just babbling on and rambling to himself the whole conversation, he managed to pause for the first time. Taking in a breath, he awaited a disappointing answer; perhaps his boss changed his mind and didn't have time for him anymore. That was okay of course since people get busy but it was a little - maybe just a little more than little - disappointing. He tapped his fingers to a non-existent beat against the steering wheel.

[firebird]

He shot up in his seat, straightened his posture and wiped the non-existent drool from the corner of his mouth. A bit too giddy for someone like him, he reminded himself. But he couldn't help but feel more than just a bit happy that he'd call. It meant that there was potential for something more and he intended to fully expend the opportunity.

"Slow down, handsome", he drawled sexily fully intent on seducing the dark haired man. "I'm still at work actually and as embarrassing as it is, I fell asleep soo... If you need a lift I don't mind giving you one," he paused momentarily, a wide grin plastered on his face. "And as for that date you offered, how 'bout we discuss that in person, hm?"

Grabbing his keys, he turned off the light in his office and made his way out the door. "Meet me by the Suzuki AEM Carbon Fiber Hayabusa." He chuckled slightly as he realised that not everyone was a motorcycle-freak like he was and might not know what the hell he was talking about. "Just look for the sexy black motor cycle in one of the reserved spaces" After all it should be the only one there.

 

Passing Stephan on his way through the door the threw the club keys at him -which he caught- wordlessly telling him to lock up. "Good night, Stephan" he gave him a rare smile-smirk thingy of his as he went through the door leaving a stunned bartender behind.

 

He bit his lip as the bite of the cold night air washed against his leather clad body. A smile on the slightly redder lips -the effect of the biting- he walked towards his motorcycle hoping to see the gorgeous man there.

[FatPanda]

Handsome? Ryhn liked the sound of that coming from the voice over the phone. Being as modest as he was, he'd never considered himself handsome, especially not the way he thought Pierre looked. That was his definition of handsome. Hearing his boss say he was still at work, he couldn't help but feel ecstatic. He'd hoped but hadn't really thought it was possible the man, who'd sounded like he was sleeping, was actually still around. With a grin, he mused that Pierre would tell him about the embarrassing act of him falling asleep. Ryhn found it to be rather cute. The grin only got wider as his boss called their meeting a date, usually associated with more intimate interactions.

 

"Sure, the black motorcycle. Got it." He turned around in his car to take a look at the parking lot. Surveying the empty lot, he spotted the only other vehicle there and sure enough it was a sleek, nice, black motorcycle. Ryhn got out of his car, locked the door even though no one could take it anywhere since it wasn't running, and stalked over to the two-wheeled vehicle. He circled it twice, taking in its beauty: the same air of beauty his boss seemed to carry. It wasn't hard to imagine how the motorcycle and his boss complimented one another.

 

The janitor squat down beside the motorcycle, sitting on the white division line between parking spaces. He waited for Pierre only a while before he saw the man walking toward him in that confident gait. It was hard not to scan the body up and down when it was so... sexy. Ryhn decided that was the right word to use. His eyes landed on the hips several times and each time it made him feel a little more nervous. It wasn't a bad kind of nervous but his heart did speed up uncontrollably.

 

Ryhn got up from his squat and held out his hand, "Thanks for this." He gestured to the air, unsure what to call the situation. Pierre's presence always made him speechless. "I didn't think you'd still be around or that you'd want to meet me again after I kind of blew you off earlier." Ryhn did feel guilty about that since he had practically run away from this man. Nervously gritting his teeth together, he shyly asked, "You're not angry about that, are you? I didn't mean to come off as rude. You just... well, made me kind of nervous." He shrugged at the slight pause he made and averted his eyes. Pushing his hands in his pockets, he awkwardly apologized and stared at the ground.

[firebird]

Despite the biting cold, his mood lightened at the sight of his sexy janitor. Putting a little extra sway to his hips he made his way over to where aforementioned man was standing. He could easily recognize the look in Ryhn's eyes as suppressed lust. The lust part he got a lot but the usual spectators had no qualms about making it obvious.

He smirked sexily as he approached the shy man. "No problem, love," he said taking the offered hand. He didn't fail to notice the callousness of those big strong hands. Biting his lips, he held back the purr threatening to rumble from his chest. He watched keenly , grinning slightly as the gorgeous man before him babbled nervously. God...he was just so...CUTE!

As his hand retreated, he rose a slender finger to the man's lips. His intention was to stop him from trying to explain himself further but he couldn't stop himself from taking note of those thin sexy lips. He unconsciously licked his in response to the...stimuli.

"Shh..it's okay, love. Your not the first man I've made forget himself" He grinned mischievously as he took a step forward. "But I must say...you're the only one that's ever made me proud to do it." He leaned over to whisper in his ear," But I won't forgive you so easily", he delivered a light kiss - more of a peck- to the hot raven's cheek.

 

Placing a hand on his chest, he grinned at him like the cat that caught the canary. "Now how bout a drink for now, hotstuff?"

Swinging a leg over to straddle the bike gracefully, he held onto the handle arching his back to make sure that-with the help of the slightly raised seat- his plump, toned ass was on display.

"Well then?...get on mon cherIe"

 

Smirking to himself, decided that to prevent the shy janitor from running from him, he'd have to kill him with the sexual tension, torture him with what he could have and what could be.