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The last thing Rhys expected was for his CEO to enjoy Jazz-Funk.
The tall and lanky man stood stiff in the office doorway, eyes and mouth wide open, eyebrows knit together in confusion. Handsome Jack sat in his smooth leather chair, relaxing into its comfort, shoulders wriggling to the groove as his socked feet padded and tapped on the polished wood floor, keeping in time to the funky drum beat. His eyes were shut and eyebrows raised, an expression of pure bliss on his face as he drummed the air with his slender fingers, all the while, humming along.
The grin on the younger man's face grew larger and larger, and he knew if he didn't say anything soon, he would burst into a fit of giggles.
"Sir?" He chuckled, trying to get the CEO's attention. The music was loud, almost too much so. "Sir!" He chimed, a little louder this time.
"Jack!" He bellowed, his laughter more audible this time.
Handsome Jack's eyes flicked open as he greeted Rhys with his beautiful pearly smile. "RHYSIE!" He cooed, clicking his fingers, and pointing at the younger man.
"Morning, sir." Rhys replied, as Jack quickly fiddled with the volume controls beside him, the music fading away. "Ive come with the documents you wanted."
Jack chuckled loudly as he shook his head. He'd come up for that?! God, he sure was into his work. The older man smirked, as he brought the music back to life, restoring it to its previous volume. This was all much to Rhys' confusion, his eyebrows furrowed as he stared.
Jack rolled backwards from his desk, stood slowly from the chair, all the while shimmying his shoulders and hips. He took three light steps forward, and switched it up a bit with two steps backwards. Jack strutted across the office, moving his body in ways Rhys had never seen, and never knew he wanted to see. It made him smile. Seeing Jack so... goofy and playful. It wasn't normal.
But, he chose not to question it, and met Jack's interesting gaze. He tapped his feet to the beat, and found his hips sway a little. The song was actually pretty good...
Soon, he was grooving his body, slowly bending his knees, and raising himself back up again. As Jack got closer he flicked his eyes to the papers in the younger man's hands, then back up to face. He was giving a signal. Rhys understood perfectly well, and dropped the file to the ground, the sheets scattering every-which-way.
"Ahhhh! That's the spirit, kiddo!" He chuckled loudly as he arrived at his destination, looking Rhys in the eyes, smiling playfully.
"What's got into you, huh?" The latter smirked back, continuing to dance to the song. Jack slowly closed the space between their bodies, wriggling his hips against Rhys' thigh and nuzzling into his neck. The warm puffs of air tickled, his skin becoming hot and sensitive. "Jack...?" He whined-part-whispered into his dancing partner's ear. Jack only responded by moving his hips harder into Rhys, and breathing heavily. Jack wrapped his arms around the younger's neck, tousling the longer locks of auburn hair and massaging his scalp. The funky track continued to play... the contrasting melody lines merging into a cluster of sound. A confused symphony of bass, drums and brass.
Rhys could feel himself getting harder, pressing against his boxers, the organ swelling as Jack rubbed his aroused dick into his thigh.
"I-I...I asked, what's got into you..." Rhys sighed into the panting male's ear.
"I like music, kid..." he admitted, moving his head to look Rhys in the eye, placing one hand on his cheek, stroking it gently. Jack looked... happy. Absolutely euphoric. He wasn't wrong...he did like music, and perhaps a little too much. His face was a bright shade of red, a few beads of sweat speckled his forehead. Jack looked incredibly hot, In both senses. His eyes needy, staring into Rhys'...
"Pumpkin...?" He asked confusedly, cocking his head sideways. Rhys shook his head, he'd zoned out for a little too long, staring at the ever handsome Jack. The older chuckled lightly, moving his hands to Rhys' ass, squeezing it teasingly through his clothes and giving his thigh a forceful grind. "Sound is like a drug to me, Rhys... this music has my brain in knots, but there is one sound that I like even more..." he smirked, tightening a grip on Rhys' buttocks and moving his face closer and closer to the nervous auburn-haired male. He closed his eyes, their lips meeting.
The kiss was light, and soft. Jack had always loved kissing his little Rhysie, who always made extra effort to keep his plump and warm lips soft and tender. A low hum escaped Rhys' throat, the small vibration like a drug to Jack. He wanted more. Jack broke the kiss, and started pecking the younger's lips softly and teasingly.
Once.
Twice.
Thrice...
Rhys couldn't take it anymore, a high pitched whine escaping his open and wanting lips as he panted. As Jack came in for a fourth peck, his partner put his hands between them, much to the older's confusion. He whimpered a low pitched sigh which made Rhys's head spin.
"Rhys... babe, what are you doing?... I just wanna kiss you..." he whined lightly, his blush becoming more evident. Jack rightened his grip on Rhys' ass once again in an attempt to pull him closer and back into the kiss. Rhys only held back a moan, and remained where he was, stubbornly. Jack, raised an eyebrow, then looked to the side in embarrassment as he continued to rub his throbbing cock on the young man's leg. He began to pant heavily, his eyebrows furrowing suddenly. He stared Rhys in the eyes once again, an angry look plastered on his face.
"Kid! Kiss me!... just... just fucking touch me!!" He yelled, the shouting reducing to a moaning tone by the end of it. Rhys noticed the man becoming increasingly impatient and overly worked up.
Rhys often enjoyed Jack's dominating personality, but not tonight. The CEO seemed sensitive and over aroused. Rhys wanted to take advantage of this rare opportunity. He wanted to switch their relationship around a bit...quite literally.