When Your Boss Sucks (bxb)

01

Tristan flinched when a stack of papers landed on his desk with a loud thud.

He looked up to see his boss staring at him blankly, his round glasses sitting low on the bridge of his nose as he supported himself with the hand that rested on the stack of papers.

Tristan's eyes roamed the man in front of him. His suit was very neat and tidy, the blazed unbuttoned, causing the red tie to linger about.

"Yes?" Tristan asked, his demeanor quite challenging, unmoving from his current position.

"Here's your work, bring them to me once you've finished." The brunet straightened up and began to turn to leave before he spoke once more, his eyes fixed in a side glare.

"You know what to do." He muttered before walking away, the sway of his hips not failing to catch Tristan's eye.

Lhancell was a great business man, not necessarily a CEO, but certainly one of the higher ups of their company.

Tristan sensed how organized he was the second he walked in for his interview, the man seemingly never faltering from his uniform behavior.

He always wondered if there was a way to break him, to make him lose his tight facade.

Like maybe... what would've happened if i grabbed his tie that was dangling right in front of me, and pulled him into me?

Tristan couldn't help but smirk at the thought.

He so desperately wanted the man all fucked up, destroyed, wrecked, and messily begging for his cock.

Ah, how pretty he would look...

Tristan shook the thoughts off before he got overly aroused in a work enviornment, and began his assignments for the day.

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It was around midnight by the time Tristan finished his work.

He slammed down the last sheet of paper with a groan, rubbing the bridge of his nose with exhaustion.

Finally, it's overwith.

Everyone else had already clocked out, leaving Tristan cursing his boss that he was given all the work again.

He stood up and gathered the papers, organizing them just how Lhancell likes, and making his way to the office at the end of the long hallway.

With a gentle knock, the door creaked open and Tristan let himself in, realizing that Lhancell hadn't noticed his presence.

The man seemed to be looking down at his phone, his earbuds in as he... touched himself?

Tristan took a few more steps in, realizing that was he was seeing was for real, and that this wasn't some fantasy he conjured up in that perverted brain of his.

He smirked when Lhancell bit his lip, his eyes beginning to roll back in the pleasure of palming himself, when they stopped in the figure in front of him.

Tristan raised his eyebrows, eyeing the man mischievously who frantically took his earbuds out with a blushing face.

"T- Tr- Tristan-" Lhancell cleared his throat. "What are you doing h-here?"

Tristan chuckled seeing how flustered the man was.

"I came to give you the paperwork just like you asked me to do."

Lhancell gave a sigh of relief, smiling slightly. "Well, bring them over here."

Tristan complied, delivering the stack to his boss, who looked over them as something caught the older's eye.