Our initials side by side.

Avoid. A void.

🚩 MENTIONS OF SEXUAL BEHAVIOUR 🚩

The next day was pretty rough, they particulary ignored each other by hiding and nearly running away.
But Peter needed the phone, so he took a breath and entered Mark's office.
Mark lift his face to watch him walk in and close the door.
''Have you ever heard about knocking ?"
Mark asked, raising his eyebrows and looking at the man before him.
''What's that ?"
Peter asked back, pointing Mark's hands.
''A book, i'm on my lunch break. What do you want, Strahm ?"
Mark answered, pushing back his hair.
Oh, what Peter really wanted wasn't to use the phone actually.
He wanted to raise this strong body, lay his back on this desk and spread those pretty plump thighs.
But Peter threw that in a corner of his brain.
''The phone.''
He just answered, tilting his head to show the office phone beside Mark.
Hoffman only nodded, moving a little on his chair to give access to the man behind his desk.
Peter walked through him, passing his body behind the chair and took the phone.

During the phone call, his eyes remained on Mark's face and the book he was reading attentively.
''Yeah. Bye.''
Peter said, hanging up.
Mark turned his face to look at the man as he stayed exactly where he was.
''You know that a lunch break is supposed to eat lunch, right ?"
Strahm asked, hands on his hips.
Mark nodded slowly, closing his book on his finger to fully listen to the man's point of view.
''Then why are you reading ?"
Peter asked again, pointing the book.
The man before him shrugged his shoulders quickly.
''Because i want to. I think that, when you want to do something you just have to do it.''
Hoffman said, opening the book again.
He offered a false and mocking smile to the man above him and went back to his reading.
Peter remained silent, watching the man read.

''You're right.''
Peter confessed lowly.
He slowly turned the chair for Mark to face him.
''Yesterday, you wanted something.''
He continued, waiting for Mark to agree with a nodd.
''I see you're free on this kind of subjects. It's not my strenght.''
Again, a nodd offered Peter to continue his monolog.
Mark was listening to him, face up, eyes wide, like he waited for a benediction.
A shiver ran down Peter's spine.
''I stopped this. Not because i don't want this kind of intercourse. But mainly because you were not mentally stable, and because of the place too.''
Peter confessed lowly, pushing his body on the desk.
Mark's brows frowned, asking Peter a silent question.
''Come on, you were having a panick attack.''
Peter said, tapping Mark's shoulder with the back of his fingers.
Mark cleared his voice.
''It's anxiety, not panick attacks.''
He corrected slowly.
''But i can see, Strahm, that you can be soft too by explaining things and i appreciate that.''
Mark said, forcing a smile on his lips and tapping Peter's knee back.
Peter sighed through his nostrils.

''I'm reading a book about want and frustration by the way.''
Mark said, lowering his eyes back on the pages to read under Peter's pissed off eyes.
''It says that, sometimes, you need to tell out loud your desires. How educationnal.''
Hoffman added, turning a page.
The man against the desk grabbed Mark's wrist to approach their faces.
They shared a look.
''I want to bend you over and fuck you until you cry and ask me to apologize for your nasty behaviour.''
Peter said slowly, watching how Mark's eyes widened and his pupils blow up quickly.
His lips parted, letting a breath escape.
''And ?"
He whispered, wanting Peter to go further.
''I want you to fall on your knees before me and open your filthy mouth for me to satisfy your demanding throat.''
Peter added, moving a hand on the seat's back rest.
Mark closed his book and threw it on his desk, pushing his hands against his knees to fully listen to Peter's thoughts.
''You would like that, uh ? Feeling me on you. Feeling me crawling inside, force on your jaw, eat those pretty lips...''
Peter continued, tilting his face to watch the nearly all black eyes.
Mark approached his face slowly.
''If you keep telling me what you want, i could make nice dreams about that...''
Mark whispered, closing his eyes for a second, feeling his thighs shake.

"Dreams ?"
Strahm asked lowly, wanting to taste the lips.
''Yeah, how could you fuck someone you hate, Peter ?"
Mark answered with a smirk.
It was the first time he called the man by his name. It made Peter's heart skip a beat.
''You bet i will.''
Peter said before walking quickly out the office, leaving a shaking and wanting man behind him.