Info - argument, teasing, mention of blow jobs
"Come on, don't be so stuck up," I scoffed.
"I'm not, I just don't think it's funny. It's so dumb," Timothée said. He was leaning back in his seat. He loved play arguing with me. Neither of us usually took it that seriously, but this time I did.
The office was my favorite show. I loved the humor. This meant Timothée was going to put it down. He was just too much of a tease.
"What's funny then?" I demanded of him.
"What We Do In the Shadows, Ted Lasso, oh, Seinfeld," he listed.
"I like all those too!" I exclaimed.
"Nope, my taste is better," he said and folded his hands behind his head.
"Friends?" I asked. He made a face.
"No thanks," he shook his head.
"Is it the laugh track? Seinfeld has a laugh track," I said desperately.
"Yeah, but it's not about the laugh track," he shrugged.
There was a long silence where I glared and he smirked. I didn't know why I cared so much.
"The Simpsons?" I asked.
"Maybe when I was a kid," he scoffed.
Another long silence as I boiled.
"You gotta watch at least five episodes with me, and I get to pick them. If you don't like it then we can stop," I demanded.
"No, I'm not wasting my time," he shook his head.
"Yes you will," I snapped and folded my arms poutily.
"No I -"
"If you keep up the attitude, no more blow jobs," I said quickly. The immediacy with which he shut up was astounding. I felt good to have the upper hand.
"Oh, did I just win the argument?" I purred.
He made a pouty noise but he didn't open his mouth. I got out of my seat and sauntered to him. I bent over him and gave him a light kiss on the lips.
"That's what I thought," I whispered.
