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Gideon was pretty sure he was reasonably good at hiding his feelings. The sunglasses he always wore helped some, of course, but he also felt like he could conceal his emotions when he needed to. He wasn't the most closed-off guy, and in fact did tend to be open with those around him, but there were certain things he kept close to his chest.
How he felt about Kremy, for example.
Kremy. His long-time friend and boss. A super inconvenient person to have a deep-seated adoration of crush on, and also someone who absolutely did not return his feelings. So, Gideon just…admired him, gently nursing the flame he held for him. Sure, he might have done a few things for him that were generally outside the bounds of an employee (refusing to ever let him carry anything heavier than his messenger bag or open any door for himself, for example), but overall he thought he'd been subtle enough.
As it turned out, he had not. There had been one person, silently observing his actions, and biding his time to talk to him about them.
It had started with a single text message from Torbek.
No words, just a blurry picture of a solari man wearing a baseball cap with one hand outstretched with the text "we should fuck him together" superimposed over the top.
Gideon: who
Gideon: ?
Torbek: you know who
And yeah, Gideon did know who.
Kremy.
Gideon wasn't exactly sure how Torbek had worked out that he was in love with attracted to their mutual boss, but he had. And, as it turned out, Torbek was too.
When he'd first read the message, he'd wanted to fight Torbek about it. He'd wanted to threaten him with violence so he'd back off, but Gideon had seen the way Torbek fought any drunks that got rowdy when it came to closing time. There was no way he would beat him.
He also knew that he only wanted to fight Torbek for suggesting he actually do something about his feelings, rather than hiding them and pining forever. And he was pretty sure it was just his idea of a joke, anyway.
So, Gideon ignored the text message, thinking that would be the end of it. It was not.
His quiet acceptance of The Meme had apparently signalled to Torbek that he and Gideon were part of the same club, where the only requirement was to be hopelessly infatuated with their boss. He had an apparently endless supply of strangely specific memes, and he wanted to share them all with Gideon.
Gideon had to admit that some of them were pretty funny, and he found himself responding to some of them when Torbek sent them. Despite the how annoying he found The Meme itself, in a weird way he kind of enjoyed the inside joke they had together. He could have done without the reminder that there was at least one other person that knew how much he wanted Kremy, but he also appreciated the strange sort of camaraderie he and Torbek had, being equally obsessed with their boss together.
Gideon found himself falling into a kind of easy banter with Torbek, where they gently ribbed each other for their doomed pining. He watched as Torbek wagged his tail a mile a minute as Kremy brushed some dirt off his jacket, and sent him a quick, teasing text about it.
Gideon: might wanna be careful with that
Gideon: kremys gonna think ur more puppy than man
Gideon: or should i say a bitch lol
Gideon watched as the message bubbles popped up, then receded a few times. Then, Torbek finally answered with one simple word.
Torbek: good
This was then followed by an image of an incredibly ripped Laika man tearing the shirt off his body with the caption "a true alpha knows submission is strength not weakness".
Gideon snorted, and typed a reply.
Gideon: u got me there lol
Torbek: might wanna be careful next time u check him out
Torbek: sunglasses dont matter if ur staring that hard at his ass
Among their ribbing (and occasional actual conversations about work or plans outside of it) Torbek would re-send The Meme on a semi-frequent basis. For example, if they happened to both be in the same room as Kremy when he'd done something particularly attractive. The bar for this was incredibly low, and Gideon found himself purposefully never looking at Torbek whenever he was in a room with him with Kremy otherwise he'd be on the receiving end of significant eye contact, and then The Meme again.
One day, when the AC had broken and Kremy had taken off his jacket and rolled his shirtsleeves up to his elbows while it was being fixed, he had received the meme from Torbek so many times that his phone had heated up so much that he'd had to put it into one of the club's fridges to cool down. Torbek had, at least, sent a brief apology for that. And then The Meme again, as Kremy had taken off his cravat and unbuttoned his shirt a little.
In all fairness, Gideon couldn't blame him for it. Seeing Kremy with his shirt unbuttoned and a sheen of sweat across him languishing across the chaise lounge in his office had inspired more fantasies in Gideon than he was willing to admit. So, he'd given a little grace for it.
Not enough for him to not get annoyed with him the next time Torbek sent him The Meme, however.
It wasn't only when they were together that Torbek sent The Meme, either. Sometimes, if Gideon found himself in Kremy's office, he would receive The Meme after he left. Once, Torbek sent it to Gideon in the middle of the night on his day off, and Gideon tried very hard to not think about what he must have been up to to inspire thoughts of The Meme at that time of day.
One evening, Gideon was sitting in bed when his phone buzzed with a text message from Torbek. He'd not sent Gideon a meme like he'd expected, but a recommendation.
Torbek: rockhardstare
Gideon: ???
Torbek: look him up
Torbek: u won't regret it
Gideon did not think that Torbek had a great idea of what he would and wouldn't regret, but despite the trepidation he felt, Gideon looked up the name. Rockhardstare, as it turned out, was a gorgonite OnlyStars model who bore a striking resemblance to Kremy. He also, Gideon quickly found out, enjoyed fucking himself on a variety of the largest dildos Gideon had ever seen while making noises that made him blush. He scrolled through his page, eyes wide and jaws slack, and tapped on a video. He was met not with the titillating view of rockhardstare riding a dildo thicker than his own forearm, but with a pop-up telling him that this, and all of rockhardstare's full-length videos, were for paying subscribers only.
He briefly debated the ethics of subscribing to a pornstar who looked like his boss, but then somehow his payment information had been entered and he suddenly had access to all of rockhardstate's content. Whoops.
Well, it was better than watching "Gorgonite twink gets fucked by Razio bear" for the umpteenth night in a row, he supposed.
He scrolled for a little while, before selecting a video he liked the look of. He pulled on the VR headset he'd built himself and settled back in bed to watch a POV video of rockhardstare fucking himself on a dildo that was very clearly his brand partner's Razio model. It wasn’t the most accurate, Gideon thought, but it looked to be as thick as he was, and that counted for something. Gideon watched as rockhardstare bent over in front of the camera, rubbing at his slit and dipping his fingers in and out of himself a couple of times before sliding back onto the silicone toy. He reached into his boxers and pulled his cock out, ghosting a hand down it, cupping his balls and tugging them lightly.
How did Kremy get off, he wondered. Did he have toys he liked to use, or did he just use his hands? Was he loud enough that he had to muffle himself with his hands or a pillow? Rockhardstare was, predictably, loud. He was filming a video to be watched, after all. As he moaned and whimpered, Gideon wondered about what Kremy would sound like if he pounded into him from behind.
He started stroking his cock, matching his strokes to rockhardstare's movements. He let out a quiet half-moan-half-sigh, watching his ass bounce as he slammed his hips back over and over, gazing half-lidded over his shoulder as he did so. Kremy always wore pretty loose slacks, but Gideon was willing to bet there was a tight little ass beneath them. He bet he could span one cheek with his hand, that he could grab and squeeze it so easily. Smack it, too. Maybe startle a cute little moan out of him when he did it.
As rockhardstare moved back and forth faster, Gideon could see his slick glistening around his slit, strings of it between his body and the dildo catching the soft lighting of wherever he was filming. He wondered how wet Kremy would get for him, if he fucked him. Whether there'd be slick connecting the front of his body to Kremy's thighs. He wondered what it would taste like, if he could stick his tongue inside him. Gods, he wanted that so badly. Wanted to make Kremy make the kind of sighs and squeals and moans he was hearing right now.
He sped his hand up, feeling the familiar pooling of desire in his spine that meant he was close. He gazed down at the curve of rockhardstare's spine, the swell of his ass, the shine of his slit being split open by the toy he was fucking himself on. The gorgonite moaned, murmuring praise towards the camera. He wondered if Kremy would do the same. Would he tell Gideon how good it felt, how good he was? Fuck, he hoped so. He was almost there, he just needed a little more…
Next to him on the bed, his phone buzzed. The text message displayed in an overlay on his screen.
It was Torbek.
He'd sent The Meme again.
Groaning in annoyance, orgasm thoroughly ruined, Gideon ripped his headset off and tossed it to the side of his bed. He could hear rockhardstare's moans very faintly through the speakers. At least he sounded like he was having a good time.
That settled it. Camaraderie and banter be damned, he was going to have to talk to Torbek about this.