29. Rage

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{WARNING: Inappropriate content and language, including strong suggestive themes. Ages 14+ recommended, but not enforced.}

The Rage Quit went pretty smoothly, except for all of Michael's raging.

When we finished, the guys were still out at lunch.

"You thinking what I'm thinking?" Michael asked, smirking.

"Are you thinking we should make out? Because yes." I replied, pulling him toward me and kissing him hard.

I let my tongue slip into his mouth and dance on his lips.

He reached up under my shirt and felt my chest.

'God, I love him.'

I reached my hand into his pants, searching for the waistband of his boxers.

Once I had found his boxers, I gently wedged my hand into them and felt his crotch.

He moaned gently as he took a breath between kisses.

Just then, I heard the front door close and a small 'click' as the office door opened.

Michael and I scrambled to look presentable, but we were a bit too late.

Geoff saw. I don't know how much he saw, but he definitely saw.

"Geoff!" Michael shouted.

"Uh..." he looked utterly speechless. His jaw hung open and his eyes were wide. (Well, as wide as Geoff's eyes can open.)

"Uh..." he said again.

"S-sorry to interrupt." he said, finally letting words slip out of his mouth.

"You should know." I said.

"I live with you." I added, giving a reason so Michael wouldn't get pissed and maul me to death.

"Don't tell anyone!" Michael added.

"I won't." Geoff replied.

"But Gav?" he added.

"Yeah?" I said.

"Next time you're in the office, don't let Michael take your shirt off."

I looked down at my bare chest, then scrambled to pull my shirt on.

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