Sage and Whiskey

Sage and Whiskey

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"Well hey there handsome, what can I get you?" I asked the boy in front of me, plastering on that oh-so-fake smile I had carefully crafted. He turned his gaze on me and for a split second I forgot how to breathe. He was gorgeous, like 'straight out of a magazine cover' gorgeous. His gaze trailed lazily to the drinks behind me and then snapped back to my eyes. "Whiskey," he replied in voice as smooth as honey. "Also, drop the compliments. You don't mean them, so don't waste your breath." I stood for a second in shocked silence then slowly started to smile a real smile. "Alright then, just whiskey? Shot or glass?" "Glass, and fill it to the top." ------- Matt Anders (more commonly known as Dionysus, or Dio, his stage name) works at Olympus, Sage Daniels works nowhere. Matt eats breakfast at 3 in the afternoon, Sage doesn't eat. Matt grew up with two parents, Sage grew up running the system. Matt has a house, Sage has a couch. Matt has everything, Sage has nothing. *Warning: sexual scenes as well as mentions of abuse and the occasional strong language will be present*
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"Good, you're early. Perfect. Come with me." From the tour Don gave me yesterday I knew he was taking me to the kitchen. I guess I'm about to find out why. "Make me that wicked cup of coffee you spoke about." God, his accent. "As you wish, sir," I said with a mock British accent. "And what flavor do you prefer?" I asked, looking at the variety of International Delight creamers. "Pick the one you like." His voice was smooth and soft as he said that. I couldn't stop myself from smiling or turning around to look at him. He had his butt resting against the counter. He had his arms crossed over his chest and one foot over the other as he watched me. I felt my breathing pick up at how sexy he looked. My God. He wore high water pants, this time green, and boat shoes instead of loafers. Someway somehow he managed to pull off a leather jacket with that outfit. I don't know much about fashion but I would not even dare to put those two together. I could tell he had really broad shoulders. An image flashed through my mind. I had my hands underneath his arms and my fingernails digging into his shoulder as he backed me up against a wall and wrap my legs around his waist, fucking me hard against the wall. Jesus Christ, I hope Tommy doesn't ask me about him again because he's going to be very pissed if I tell him I imagined my boss banging me against the wall.

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