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BarnWhal

Ross' POV-

My office smelled of cold, dusty air as Max leaned over and plugged in a fan, the ginger straining to reach behind my desk as he did so. The room was lit up by the sunlight outside and it reflected off of my monitor. Hastily, I pushed off of my chair and pulled the blinds closed enough to block the sun off of my monitors. Max switched on the fan and the room came to life with smells. Sweat, musky and damp smells.
"Crap... it's fucking hot today..." Max sighed loudly, stretching and leaning against the door, sweat stains showing on his shirt. His red hair was dripping and his face was glossy with perspiration.

"Uh huh..." I uttered, switching off my pc and standing up, stretching my tired muscles. Max was leaning against the door frame with crossed arms when John strolled in, shirtless. "John?" I said shocked as I finished yawning and opened my eyes.

"Heys dirts." He replied casually, a cup of water in his right hand. "Its hots today." I pushed my chair under and began walking towards the door, Max sighed and walked passed John and disappeared around the corner. I stepped in front of John and looked at him, offering a tired smile before stepping forward. "Nots so fast." He said sternly, gripping the collar of my t shirt and pulling back into the office, closing the door behind me.

"John? What are you doing? C'mon it's time for lunch." I chuckled uneasily, attempting to step passed and walk out. John placed his arm on the door and leaned against it, shaking a finger against his cup of water.

"Is it is." He said to himself, placing the cup on the desk beside me, his body intimidating at this close range. His chest hair sparkled with sweat, as little droplets crawled down his hair covered stomach and to the waistband of his pants. He looked at me carefully before smirking.

"John..?" I said quietly, fear striking me. "What're'ya doing?" I asked, putting my hands up as I backed up slowly. I felt him creep closer as I bashed against the wall, the sound proofing silencing my gasp. John loomed over me, slowly stepping closer to me, smiling widely. His steps were heavy and loud as his boots squashed the threads of my carpet, the fan blocking out my heavy breathing.

"Everyones wills be at lunchs. We haves all thes times." Barney explained quietly, slowly placing his hands on the wall beside my head. His voice was thick and deep, sending shivers through me.

"Your... point... being?" I managed a whispered response, avoiding his eyes as I looked down at the ground. His body was inches from mine. His hand slowly slid down from the wall and landed to rest on my shoulder, gripping it firmly before moving it towards my face. "John..." I tried.

"Shhhh."

"What do you..." I stuttered over my words, crumbling down into silence.

"Yous wants this. Let its happen." He whispered, his hand pushing my face to look at him. It was then that I truly saw him, John. His beard was thick but neatly shaved and styled, spreading across his face and reaching up to his head, a small dusting on his head. His eyebrows were thick as well, like the wires of a vending machine. His eyes were looking at me, switching from my lips to my eyes, licking his lips quickly.

"John..." I breathed as he leaned in, his breath hot on my face as his beard slowly scrapped my mouth, his lips barely touching mine. He grazed his lips against mine gently, his hand firmly rubbing my cheek, his other hand still on the wall beside me. I slowly closed my eyes and breathed out my nose, my arms resting at my sides, confused as to where to go.

John pushed his lips to mine, harder this time, his lips were cracked and somewhat dry, sweat beads falling from his head and barely meeting the edges of my lips before falling down to his chest. I felt John's mouth open as his thick tongue slid along my upper lip, pushing it slightly.