The Funtom Company

9: The |Awkward| Company

"I thought I told you not to fuck my dad," Ciel stood by the edge of the bed. Adrian's eyes opened but he groaned at the pain he was in. He rolled over to face Ciel. The boy looked like as much of an angsty teen as the first time the two met.

"What are you doing in my house?" Adrian yawned. He curled up into his blanket more. Was he late for work or something? Why was the son of his boss breathing down his neck? Adrian's eyes focused more on the scenery. This blanket wasn't familiar. He squinted at Ciel, more specifically the wall behind Ciel. What the flying fuck? This was the bedroom on the top floor of The Funtom Company's building! The emergency spare!

"What the fuck?!" Adrian yelled and fell off the edge of the bed. The blankets came with him. Ciel knelt down to stare at the poor soul.

"Looks like you're finally back on planet earth. Now, explain to me why the fuck you fucked my dad," Ciel said. He wanted details and he wanted them now.

"What are you talking about?"

"Do you think I'm an idiot? You wouldn't be sleeping in this room if you hadn't fucked him. You wouldn't be naked if you hadn't fucked him. And, there sure as hell wouldn't be disgusting ass sheets in that corner with trash condoms if you hadn't fucked him. Damn. Are you some kind of wild beast? Who the hell goes through that many in one sitting?" Ciel had to admit that he was a bit impressed. But, that still didn't change the fact that this man here had fucked his dad.

"I'm not sure I can tell you why," Adrian replied. He wasn't sure what Ciel knew and he didn't want to be the one to tell him about his mother.

"Oh?" Ciel sat on the floor. "I suppose you aren't that bad after all. Okay, I'll let it slide this time. I still don't trust you fully though." Was this some sort of test to see if Adrian would blab Vincent's life story under pressure? Adrian wasn't sure but he was glad he passed it if it was.

"I knew that woman was going to leave eventually. I'm glad it was you and not some stranger, even if you are still a bit of a stranger. Thanks for looking out for him," Ciel said. "But don't think I'll be so forgiving the next time," Ciel warned before getting up and leaving. He couldn't stay here too long or Vincent would realize that he'd entered this room. That would be awkward to explain.

Adrian stood up wrapped in sheets and blankets and such. He wanted to sleep some more but felt the need to take a shower. Wait. He didn't seem as gross as he thought he would be. Adrian looked down. There wasn't any residue of any kind on him. Had Vincent washed him in his sleep? Damnit! Adrian mentally scolded himself. Why did he have to be asleep for that?! He would've loved to be awake. Yes, call him a pervert, but being cleaned by someone else was on Adrian's list of things he wanted to happen in his life. Too bad he couldn't cross it off the list yet. He had to be conscious for it to count.

Adrian grabbed one of the spare outfits in the closet, one of the bigger ones, and put it on. He sighed. It was time to face the music. What kind of scolding would Vincent give him? Adrian sat in his chair. He was on edge the entire day wondering when Vincent would send him hate messages. Would they be about how terrible the sex was? The fact that he'd accepted to have sex even though he knew how hurt Vincent was at the time? Maybe he was going to get fired and replaced like all of the other secretaries.

He watched the hours pass one by one. Still nothing. He couldn't take this pressure anymore. He had to talk to Vincent. Then, all of the sudden, there was a call. Adrian picked up the phone immediately. "Yes?"

"Can you come in here for a second?" Vincent asked.

"Yeah," Adrian hung up and hated himself. Why did he have to think about Vincent's words in such a perverted manner? Adrian wasn't going to cum in anywhere. It was a one time thing. He knew that. He couldn't be getting feelings now. It was all physical. Nothing more. No office romance. No romance at all. Adrian worked for Vincent. That was that. End of story.

Adrian opened the door and walked in. Vincent smiled and held out a folder. "Can you file these for me. The cabinet is over there," Vincent pointed. Was that it? Nothing else? Not even the slightest bit of a conversation about what had happened between them? Adrian wasn't sure if he should be relieved or even more terrified. What the hell was going on? Were they just going to pretend the whole thing never happened and move on? That was going to be difficult. But, perhaps it was better that way.

He opened the drawer and attempted to file things away. The burning gaze of Vincent's eyes on his back. Was he imagining it? Or was Vincent really looking at him? It was hard to tell. Adrian tried to sneak a peek at Vincent just to check on if he was actually being watched. He wasn't. It was all in his mind. Adrian mentally cursed. Why was he being such an idiot? He wasn't a teenager back in high school. Adrian pushed the thought to the side. High school was a nightmare.

"Uny," Vincent spoke up. Adrian tensed. Would he finally be scolded? "Do I know you from somewhere?" he asked. Adrian shook his head. He didn't remember knowing Vincent. Surely he would remember someone like Vincent. Adrian searched the depths of his mind. There was this one memory down there that he'd forgotten about. He'd locked it away carefully...hoping never to reexamine it.

Until this moment.