Oral Presentation

Title: Oral Presentation
Author: hannah_chapter
Summary: AU. Sequel to .... ah, to hell with it, I'm just going to call this the office series. Two office workers, a shower and a desk.
Pairing: Belldom
Rating: 18/NC-17
Feedback: When you hit me, hit me hard.
Disclaimer: I own nothing, this is fiction.


I'm trying to get my breath back. That's the third time he's had me tonight. Good God, the man's insatiable. Dom rolls onto his back.

"How did your week go?"

"It was fine."

"Anybody giving you shit?"

"Sort of - I've been getting funny looks, hearing whispers, that kind of thing."

"Same here. Does it bother you?"

"Not really. I think it'll stop after what happened today."

"What happened?"


I'm sitting at my desk and talking to Dawn, the girl who works beside me. She's sitting on my desk and bitching about a well known fast food chain.

"And you can't get off with Ronald McDonald no matter how hard you try." She sighs. "And God knows I tried."

"You might have better luck with the Burger King."

She shudders. "Thanks, but no thanks."

"What's wrong with the King? Royalty not good enough for you?"

"Matt, if I want to have sex with a man who has only one facial expression, I'll go back to my ex."

Our banter is interrupted by June and Alison, the girls from Friday night. They've been hovering for the last ten minutes, reminding me of vultures - if vultures shopped at M&S. Now June comes up to me and smirks.

"Hi Matt, doing anything this weekend?"

"Maybe, I'm not sure yet."

She raises her voice and, as I look around, I see other people leaning in, trying to hear, hoping for more juicy gossip. "What about last weekend? Do anything nice then?"

Right, I've had enough of this. "As a matter of fact, I did. I went out with my boyfriend. He was promoted a few months back and we never got a chance to celebrate. Friday was my birthday, so we had a big night out. We went for a meal, had a few drinks, then we went back to my place and he shagged the arse off me."

Dawn cackles wildly and June blushes, mumbles something, then legs it back to her desk with Alison hot on her heels. Dawn squeezes my shoulder.

"Good on you, Matt. Ignore those bitches, they're just jealous. I'm a bit jealous myself. Why do the two hottest men in this company have to be gay?"


Dom finally stops laughing.

"Nice work. Tell you what, I'll take you to lunch on Monday. I'll walk right up to your desk and we'll go out together. When people see us acting like we've nothing to hide they'll forget us and move onto something else."

"Sounds good."

Dom hugs me to him and closes his eyes. I hear his breathing slow and I know he's asleep. I could pass out right now, but I know I'll feel better if I have a shower first. I pull out of Dom's embrace and sniff my armpit. Eww. Definitely shower time. I go into Dom's bathroom, turn on the shower and step under the spray. The water runs over my face and I try and wipe it out of my eyes. I feel a blast of cool air - did the door open? I reach out to check and my hand hits something solid, something warm. I turn, surprised. Blinded by the water and the steam, I still know it's Dom.

Wait - I know it's Dom? Oh, that's just brilliant. It's his bathroom, you idiot. Who else is it going to be? The milkman? A really horny burglar? My vision clears and I see him standing there.

"Mind if I join you?"

"It's your shower."

"So it is. That means I can be in here if I want to be, doesn't it?"

"Yes, Dom, I suppose it does."

"Good." He smiles. "Because I have no intention of leaving."

I stand here, watching him wash himself, looking at him like I'm not quite sure what to do with him. Then his hands are on me and he doesn't mess around, spreading coconut-scented body wash on me and rinsing it off. When I'm clean he pulls me to him and kisses me. I whimper as he pins me to the cold tile, his lips leaving mine and blazing a hot trail down my neck. We kiss again and again and thrust against each other. We come together and I watch our combined bodily fluids swirling down the drain. I can't believe we've never done it in the shower before. No mess to clean up, it all just washes away. Ingenious. We dry off, go to bed and fall asleep in each other's arms.


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True to his word, Dom appears at my desk on Monday and asks me to join him for lunch. He places his hand on the small of my back and we walk out with our heads held high. We go to the restaurant down the street. I often meet Tom here. Thinking of Tom, I feel a bit guilty. I haven't seen him much lately, too wrapped up in Dom. Halfway through the meal I look up and see the man in question, walking past the window. I leave the table, go outside and call him.

"Tom! Hey, Tommy!"

Tom turns and walks back to me.

"Come and have lunch with us. I want you to meet Dom."

I bring him inside and make the introductions. The waitress comes by and Tom orders a coffee, he says he's not hungry. He seems a bit, well, off today. He's fumbling with a sugar sachet when I jokingly refer to Dom as "big boy." Tom's sugar goes all over his trousers. The lunch limps along awkwardly, with Tom keeping his head down and responding to questions with mumbles. I make one last effort to include him in the conversation, telling Dom about the neighbour, the mad trampoline man.

"Is he still at it?"

Tom sips his coffee. "Yeah, it's getting so I'm afraid to go into my kitchen."

I nudge him playfully. "Liar. I bet you're in there every day, filming him through the window."

Dom raises an eyebrow. "How about it, Tom? Are you a bit of a voyeur?"

At the word "voyeur" Tom spills his coffee all over the table. He swears and mops it up with a napkin. Dom watches all this and then excuses himself and goes off to the bathroom.

Tom gets up. "I have to go."

"Why? What's wrong with you today? Is it me? Did I do something to piss you off?"

"No, it's just me. I've got a lot on my mind."

"Like what?"

"Things, stuff. Look, I have to be somewhere. Say goodbye to Dom for me."

"Are you sure you're okay?"

"Fine." He smiles and I see the old Tom shining through. "I really do have to go, though. We'll get together soon, yeah?"

"Absolutely."

"Bye, sweetcheeks."

"Later, sugar tits."

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"He hates me."

We're on my couch and I'm lying sideways with my head on Dom's lap as we watch old episodes of Blackadder. I lie on my back and look up at him.

"Who hates you?"

"Your friend. That Tom guy. He hates me."

"He does not."

"He wouldn't even look at me."

"He wouldn't look at me, either. He was in a weird mood today."

"I still say he hates me."

"He just doesn't know you, all he knows is what he's heard from me. And you did mess me around at the start."

"Have I or have I not apologised? Haven't I made it up to you since?"

"You have."

"There you go, then. Look, I know it was a bit arseways to begin with, but we're together now. At least I made a move. If it was up to you, we'd still be in the lift with you mooning over me. You're not what I'd call spontaneous, Matt."

"Oh, really? Bumming you in a toilet cubicle, what would you call that?"

"An amazing shag. But I'd also call it a case of you finishing something I started."

"I can be spontaneous."

"Can you? Or are you all talk? Would you actually have the nerve to give me head in my office?"

I don't know what to say to that, so I turn my attention back to the television. Dom runs his hand through my hair.

"Don't sulk, baby. I didn't say it was a bad thing."

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I'll show him, I'll show him spontaneous. I roll my neck, trying to work the kinks out of it. Being a small man can have advantages - if, let's just say, you decide to hide under your boyfriend's desk and surprise him when he comes back from lunch, being small does make it easier to fit into that cramped space. Still not too comfortable, though. I hear Dom come in and it's better than I hoped; he's not alone. There's another man in the office, someone higher up, if the way Dom is talking to him and calling him "sir" is anything to go by. Dom sits and his foot hits me. He looks down, his eyes widen and he looks away quickly, turning his attention back to his guest.

"Forgive me if I'm getting too personal, Dominic, but I heard a rumour about you."

"What rumour would that be, sir?"

"I heard you were involved with another employee, a male employee in your division."

"Is that a problem? Do you have something against homosexuals, sir?"

"Of couse not. But do you think it's acceptable behaviour, being involved with someone when you're their manager?"

"We were together before I was promoted. And I am quite capable of keeping my personal and professional lives seperate."

I bite my lip to stop myself giggling. I can't help it: such a nice speech, you'd never guess the man giving it tossed me off on this very desk.

The bossman lets the matter drop, they get down to business and so do I. I start with light touches, stroking Dom through his trousers. His cock stirs beneath my fingers and Dom slides down in his chair, giving me better access. Hmm, I think he likes this. My fingers undo the button on his trousers, then I pull down his zipper - slowly, so very slowly, taking my time, torturing him. Hot pink boxers today. Not quite as nice as the leopard print ones, but still nice.

I draw him out of his boxers but I don't suck him, not right away. I move my head so my mouth is almost, but not quite, touching his cock, close enough for him to feel my breath on his skin. I stay like this for a couple of  minutes, teasing him. Then I flick my tongue over the head of his cock, his whole body spasms and he whimpers.

"Dominic? Are you alright?"

"Fine, I just had a cramp. Please, continue. I'd like to hear more."

That sounds innocent enough, but I hear and understand the hidden message. More? Oh, I'll give him more, all he could ever want. I lick him again and again, running my tongue along his length, savouring the taste of him. Somehow, he keeps control, keeps talking to the other man. I take him into my mouth and suck him slowly, just the way he likes it. This is dangerous, I know it, but I can't stop. I know it's going to happen: Dom will come, he'll scream and then we'll really be in the shit. But then we're saved by the bell. Just as I feel Dom's control slipping, I hear a mobile ringing.

"I'm sorry, Dominic, I have to take this. We'll have to pick this up later."

Dom grunts something noncommital as I hear the other man get up and leave, answering his phone as he goes. As soon as the door shuts I go for broke, sucking Dom hard and fast. I've had him on the edge for so long and he soon tumbles over, cursing and pulling my hair violently as he comes in my mouth. I take all he has to give, then let him go. Wiping my mouth, I smile up at him.

"How was that? Spontaneous enough for you?"