the mark

the boss from hell

Type woke up shifting about sorely, he was thirsty. Tharn of course was on top of type refusing to let go. Signing, he took his arms down to his slowly moving them then shifting tharns body to the side.
He groaned but didnt wake. Type rolled to his side looking at a peaceful tharn. He was on his stomach with his Hands underneath his head.
Type unknowly took his hand up rubbing his fingers across his forhead lightly.
Smiling types eyes went wide. He rolled quickly to his other side his back to tharn, clutching his heart, shuttering.
Don't you fucking dare feel for him again!
He closed his eyes has an anxiety attack rolled through him.
Tharn squeezed his eyes from the sudden shaking.
Opening them he saw type shaking.
Shifting.to him he put his arms Around putting one.hand to his over his heart.
"Type you okay?"
He opened his eyes to breathe fully in.
Composing himself quickly he leaned his head slightly to tharn.
"You used me too much." He shakily laughed.
Tharn smiled putting his head to his shoulder closing his eyes hugging him tight. He knew that wasent it.
Type kept breathing in to calm himself.
"Mmm tharn get off im thirsty."
Tharn opened his eyes.
Putting his lips to his neck then he moved up to licked his ear.
"Ill get it."
Unwrapping himself tharn went to the floor putting on his boxers.
Type then laid on his back arms over his eyes, letting the quivering roll through him.
Tharn came back with two glasses to eye type. He didn't move.
Tharn sat his head to the head board laying down, putting his ankles on one another.
Drinking his water he let type keep breathing.
Finishing he put the glass on his chest.
Type smiled.
"Prick"
Tharn gave a low laugh.
Type pulled himself up to then sit next to tharn. His back to the head board he put his head on tharns shoulder drinking.
Tharn looked down confused.
Type was confused too. He's trying not to feel for tharn yet he didn't want to be without him. He closed his eyes, i make no sense.
Tharn then shifted his arm from his stomach to put it across types shoulder, leaning his head on types.
"Do.... You want to talk about it?"
Types eyes widen, then he gave tharn his empty glass with his free hand.
Type breathed in placing his arm across tharns chest.
"Not really."
Tharn took his head back leaning his head to the board, breathing in and out while his one hand stroked types arm up and down with his fingers.
"Are you trying to leave me?"
Type rolled his eyes.
"No"
"Did you have a bad dream?"
"Tharn stop trying to guess."
"I want to help you."
Type pushed himself off. They both glared at each other.
"Just don't."
Tharn looked down with a sullen expression.
Type signed.
He brought his hands up making tharn look at him.
They both breathed in and out.
Then type tried to kiss tharn but he moved his head to the side.
Types lips parted.
He let go of his face.
Sighing in frustration he shook his head.
He sat there for a moment then he got up. Grabbing his boxers he left slamming the door.
Tharn watched him go.
Being alone tharn hit his head on the head board.
"Fuck!"
Type went to his room.locking the door not caring if tharn was a lock Picker.
Laying down on his stomach he was mentally cursing himself.
This wasent fair to tharn but he couldn't let himself fall for him again.
He made a sour face clutching his heart again.
"Not again! Never again!"
Type woke up in a bad mood.
Getting dressed quick he had to go he was running late for his job.
Opening the door tharn was at his closing it.
They looked to each other then type looked down gritting his teeth.
Walking past tharn he quickly grabbed types hand holding it. They stood there for a moment.
Type looked up.
"Type I'm...."
His sentance hung in the air.
Type shook his head grabbing back his hand he paced away. Tharn leaned his back to his door, hitting his head.
"I'm sorry type."
At the office his boss gave him a look but they went straight into business.
Type was happy the day went by quick but he also didn't want to go home.
The rejection he felt stung but he deserved nothing less. He knew he was hurting tharn but he would not fall for him again.
By the end type watched has his boss left breathing out in relief. He didn't want to be alone with him.
Looking down at the paper work it was inevitable, he needed him to sign off on a few things before he could go.
Sitting down type did what he had to do. His eyes went up for a moment while he heard the door close. Breathing in he had only 2 more papers to fill out.Then he just needed him to sign.
His boss was unrelenting. He pushed himself on types back eyeing what he was writing.
"Um mr. Xiea? Can you get off?"
He shook his head.
"I need to see what your writing."
Type pushed his chair back making him lean a few steps away, then he pulled another chair to him.
He motioned with his eyes for him to sit down.
Rolling his eyes he did just that.
He pulled the chair close eyeing types face.
"Mr. Xiea please stop."
He smiled.
Then his head cocked to the side looking down to types legs.
He then placed his hand on his leg looking to the side at the papers.
Type stopped writing to glare at him.
"Mr. Xiea get your hand off my leg before i break it!" Type said sternly.
He smiled.
Taking his hand off he quickly brought his hand up to his chin trying to lean into a kiss.
Type leaned back pushing him off.
Getting up he breathed in and out heavily. His boss leaned away with a smile.
"You've lost your fucking mind."
He pushed the papers to him.
"You can finish these."
Then he paced away. He froze at the door.
"This weekend is the retreat and via your contract you have to be there with me."
Types eyes darted.
He spun Around taking his gun out to point it at him. A reflex reaction to his mercenary days.
"If you lay another unprofessional hand on me i will shoot your fucking pecker off!"
Then he turned around putting his gun back in his holster, slamming the door.
He hurried away. All he wanted was tharn he couldn't think of anything else.