Beyond The Fine Line

Chapter XLIII - Unavoidable 'Conversations'

The city outside was awash in a soft, silvery drizzle, with droplets tracing lazy paths down the expansive windows, blurring the flickering lights of Bangkok's skyline. The soft glow of the desk lamp cast gentle shadows, creating a warm, intimate atmosphere – an intimacy mirrored in the unwavering gaze directed at the person by the desk.

Sean, dressed only in pyjama trousers, had been leaning on the doorway for a while now, unable to look away from him. He loved seeing Jay in a suit with a tie, but this time, the desire in his eyes was tinged with worry. Recently, Jay worked more and longer, making it truly sink in that he would be gone in a couple of weeks and Sean wasn't sure how he would deal with it.

Lost in thoughts, he didn't realise that the call with the client had ended, and Jay's voice turned lighter, tinged with casual familiarity.

"Sorry for keeping you in for so long," Jay said apologetically. "Yeah, I know... Cédric Grolet's afternoon tea? Wow, you upped your game... No, no... Anything you wish... Yes, that would be perfect."

Sean couldn't hear what the other side said since Jay was using earbuds, but it didn't matter. It was the way Jay smiled – elegant and charming – that caught his attention. It was a smile Sean hadn't seen before, and he found it incredibly endearing. It made him wonder how many different sides Jay had...

Suddenly, Jay looked at him, and his expression shifted – just for a moment, the usual indifference softened. His lips curved into the faintest smile, one that was more genuine and intimate, full of unspoken feelings. It was subtle, almost imperceptible, but in that fleeting glance, Sean saw a side of him that felt deeply personal and undeniably real... his favourite.

He walked over, his bare feet soundlessly moving on the polished wooden floor, and leaned against the desk, just out of the camera's view, patiently waiting for Jay to finish his call with Rebecca.

"Sorry, I still have some paperwork to deal with. You should go to sleep," Jay said, leaning back in the chair and rubbing his nose bridge to chase away tiredness.

Sean glanced at the time displayed in the screen corner. It was already past four in the morning, and his eyebrows furrowed worriedly at another long night. "I don't mind keeping you company," he said, removing Jay's suit jacket and gently massaging his shoulder.

"It's late."

"Exactly, your sleeping schedule is all over the place," Sean stated, watching him type a document. "I'm amazed you can focus enough to still work."

The room settled into a comfortable silence, broken only by the subtle sound of the keyboard as Jay continued working, with Sean leaning over his shoulder. Halfway through his task, he felt Sean's breath brush against his ear, followed by a playful nip at his earlobe. Jay tilted his head a bit and looked at him questioningly, but Sean only smiled innocently and urged him to carry on.

"Behave."

Sean had heard that tone before – a warning wrapped in dangerously dominant notes, a subtle reminder not to push too far. Jay's voice seemed to hold a promise that the consequences might be more than Sean could handle. Yet, after months of being with Jay, learning just how attuned he was to his needs, Sean wanted to push him over the edge to see what would happen if carefully controlled restraint disappeared.

So, he behaved... but not for long. His fingers ghosted over the exposed skin of Jay's neck, followed by a series of heated kisses below the ear, letting his teeth graze just enough to send a shiver down Jay's spine. Despite this, Jay maintained his usual composure and continued working as if he were unbothered by his actions. But Sean wasn't one to relent. Finally, Jay's breath hitched as Sean's hand slid lower, applying a gentle yet insistent pressure against his crotch.