[J a c k] Pleasures Of Stress [CorruptedHatred]

[>< Not my best. But hopefully it's not too confusing.]

"Oh! Yes..yes!" Cried out a voice with ecstasy, belonging to a young man who was being pinned to a wall tightly and shagged by his co-worker from behind. Of course, these two men were locked inside a supply room so their noises were only slightly muffled for others to hear. This kind of behavior at a well-known company was common for the man who was being fucked roughly, he was usually known at the stress-relief guy around work, but only rarely a few of the co-workers knew what exactly Alex, the young man, really did to release stress for these men.

After a few thrusts and moans, both the men had finally released themselves and pull away from each other. The only rule Alex had with these men during a sexual intercourse was that no one was to give or receive a kiss. He chose that because in his mind, kissing would mean a lot more than just a fuck buddy. And only a few men he had been with had received them because he actually loved them. "Thanks, Alex." The co-worker breathed, grinning to Alex appreciatively before zipping his jeans back up and leaving the poor, sore boy alone within the room.

Alex nodded to the other as he watched him leave and sat back onto an old desk that was never used and he too dressed once more. With a sigh and a lonely gaze to the floor, Alex began to realize that he wasn't enjoy pleasing other for their stress anymore. He wanted to go further in this, be with someone for once and not just go from one to another with no feelings shared. He missed having the comfort of a man's arms around him, and lips caressing his skin. But he knew around this Hairstyling Product company, he wasn't going to find that special man.

The blonde, green-eyed male had stood up from the desk and fixed his appearance, making sure his white, cotton sweater wasn't winkled and remained clinging to his build torso. Then fixed the black, leather belt on his blue jeans and also left the room to continue his work left at his desk. The work including papers that showed which product worked the way it should on hair and which didn't, which explained those that worked were ready to be shipped off to stylists all over the country and few on the other side of the world. "Great...another paper that's filled with working products." Alex muttered, knowing this would take a while to gather the boxes of the appropriate products, seeing as there were over thousands of them to find in a specific room.

"Jake, I need these products A.S.A.P." The blonde ordered from a man in charge of that said room. "Sure thing, Alex." Jake replied, leaving to another room as he read through the list. Alex stood outside the room on a chair, waiting as patient as he could for the 20 different products to be ordered and shipped to the trucks with their appropriate addresses.

[J a c k] Pleasures Of Stress [CorruptedHatred] Untitled-76

He was the boss. Well he was one of them, not exactly the head of the organization, but he was one of the head boys in the league of the business itself. He had worked himself up the ladder until he had become what he was. Crossing his arms, he watched as the manager under him talked to a few other employees. It looked like they where just talking about sales at this point, their words not even shocking him out of his slight daydream. As for the company, each here had to have their hair styled in a manner that shocked others to the point that they where following them around like lap dogs. That didn't go without saying that the heads, had their hair done in a fancy yet stylish manner- no matter what time it was. As for him, he kept himself somewhat casual despite all the other's around.

His long black hair with a gray sheen about it at best tied on an angel towards the back, today he just let it hang. Styling it so that he had a few curls on the front that caught the attention of his superiors and some of the underlings. He didn't seem much like the business type as he started to fixate himself with his paper simply so his mind could drift off, letting a few curls bounce in front of his view. His skin was something others noticed rather easily- an ill yet mesmerizing snow white that seemed to hold no flaws in visible sight. It was indeed a sickly color and with it, the man held no tinge of pink- even at his cheeks, which seemed rather bizzare. None who worked here had ever seen the man blush, let alone anything else as he shuffled his papers, hearing the conversation drone in the back like music to him.

At this point, all he really wanted to do was sleep. It seemed he hadn't taken well to bed last night, not that he liked being with others or alone- he had simply crawled in and curled up, but had been forced awake with the issues that floated in his mind. That along with something he could have sworn was a disorder. Schizophrenia was something he hadn't even had in mind as he let his mind simply travel. Indeed he heard voices in his head, but didn't others? He created them right? He had never voiced his opinion on the thought an seemed erieely(is that the right spelling?) silent at times as he listened to the others voices simply drone on. He had even frozen before in a few meetings as he was about to express a thought. They didn't think anything of it, since most at this point understood that he was one to pull all-nighters for the job. So they let him off.

Producing a soft yawn, he listened as his manager addressed another man. The little Alex as some put him up as- he didn't really think so much of the boy, but then again. He never really talked to him either, he'd listen if Alexander wanted to. Zechariah had even been given a few other names he'd respond to like Zacharie and Zech- not that he cared if others called him that. He never really thought much more about it.

[I got a bit confused in this intro. xD Hopefully it makes sense. Lol.]

Alex green gaze lifted from the floor as he awaited for his "Okay." for the boxes being a success on being delivered immediately. Although, once he had, he noticed the manager standing there. Quickly, the young man stood up from his chair and listened to what the man had to say. With a few nods and a smile, the manager left and Alex remained to have his smile on. Surprisingly, he had been promoted to being head of the floor he worked on. He deserved it for being here for three years, the oldest employee on his floor that worked here. Well, he was the son of the owner of the company, but that word wasn't really rumored around here, nor did anyone really know about it. In fact the father and son had agreed to not mention anything about each other's relationship so that one could focus more and treat each other just like an employee and boss should.

"Alex! Boxes sent off!" Jake called from the room minutes later, Alex turning to him and grinning. "Thanks." He replied before heading back to his desk to continue working. Although, as he arrived, he noticed a note being set there and read through it. Apparently, he needed to visit his boss named, Zechariah. With a raise of his eyebrow, he realized he didn't know that name, but knew where the floor of his boss's were. Alexander obviously needed to visit him about his promotion and what the rules were and so on.

With a slow sigh, and a calm set of nerves, Alexander headed off to the elevator and took it to the correct floor he needed to be on. "Excuse me, do you know where Zechariah's office is?" He asked, his voice soft and soothing as he spoke to the young lady at the front desk. Receiving a smile and the correct direction of where Zechariah's office was, Alexander thanked the lady and headed to the said door and knocked lightly upon it. He waited outside of it and carefully listened for any sounds from inside the room to see if this boss was inside.

He had been lost inside his own mind, just like usual as the other knocked on his door. Snapping up, he stared at the door before he spoke. "Come in" he hadn't really been thinking about briefing or telling the other how to do his job. Instead he had simply been thinking about other things as he lost himself inside himself, his fingers shuffling the papers before him again before he finally placed them down in a neat pile. So what was he supposed to do exactly? He wasn't even sure frankly, he hadn't had this sort of thing happen in quite a while. So he'd probably just see if the other had any questions.

Looking over at the door as it was open, he suggested that the other took a seat, waiting for him to do so. "So you've been promoted... any questions about your job yet?" he asked with a cheek smile. He had been so spacey lately that he hadn't even prepared for this. So he was simply going to wing it as he took in the other's form. He was fairly handsome in his own right, just like Zechariah. As for his 'special title' he knew nothing of it, what he mainly did was manage from his office and occasionally saw a few other inferiors like Alex when he needed to. Personally he just wanted to go to sleep right now, but there was no time for that.

As much as he wanted to not show it, within a few minutes he was yawning- knitting his brow seconds later angrily. He didn't want the other to think that he thought he was boring, he was just tired. It could be seen from the expression on his face that lacked any luster to it. Ah if only he had slept a little longer this morning...

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