Bruce finds his blazer draped over the back of an armchair in the den, nearly trips over his shoes in the middle of the hallway. When he goes to the kitchen for a glass of water and a couple of pills for his back he finds Terry's tie on the counter, the one Bruce insisted he wear if he wanted to attend the board meeting with him, even if Bruce had to re-tie the thing for him after Terry did such a terrible job with it.
Fine, Terry had said, you do it, then.
It'd been a trap, of course, and they'd almost been late to the board meeting, Terry's collar hardly hiding the marks Bruce left all up and down his neck.
Bruce heads upstairs after putting his glass in the sink, finds Terry's shirt hanging off the banister railing, his pants puddled in the floor in the middle of Bruce's bedroom. Bruce kicks them out of the way and makes his way over to the bed where Terry's sprawled out on his stomach, scribbling notes in one of his textbooks.
"You seem to have lost a few things," Bruce says, running his hands up the back of Terry's thighs. Terry makes a soft, pleased noise in the back of his throat when Bruce mouths at the small of his back, drags his tongue up his spine and tastes the salt on his skin.
"Hot in here," Terry mumbles. "Too hot for clothes."
"Mm," Bruce hums, hooking his fingers into Terry's boxers, tugging them off of his hips. "I agree."
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Date: 2015-09-22 01:32 am (UTC)Fine, Terry had said, you do it, then.
It'd been a trap, of course, and they'd almost been late to the board meeting, Terry's collar hardly hiding the marks Bruce left all up and down his neck.
Bruce heads upstairs after putting his glass in the sink, finds Terry's shirt hanging off the banister railing, his pants puddled in the floor in the middle of Bruce's bedroom. Bruce kicks them out of the way and makes his way over to the bed where Terry's sprawled out on his stomach, scribbling notes in one of his textbooks.
"You seem to have lost a few things," Bruce says, running his hands up the back of Terry's thighs. Terry makes a soft, pleased noise in the back of his throat when Bruce mouths at the small of his back, drags his tongue up his spine and tastes the salt on his skin.
"Hot in here," Terry mumbles. "Too hot for clothes."
"Mm," Bruce hums, hooking his fingers into Terry's boxers, tugging them off of his hips. "I agree."