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[Carlos/Gael] Office Hours

Ty had run off to fight dinosaurs at the edge of the Deck - or check on odd reports at the Outposts, one or the other - and Carlos was, as usual, half-convinced it was all a ploy to avoid paperwork. He didn't understand that, really; paperwork was just a matter of reading, signing and foisting it off on Krista, the Four who was trying to be a guard but right now was mostly an assistant in a uniform. The real challenge when sitting in for Ty Kagan, he always thought, was dealing with the other Suits. The Hearts were fine; the Diamonds just required patience, but the Spades?

Maybe it was because Esteban was old enough to be his father, really, he thought as he propped his boots up on Ty's desk and aimed a bland stare at the wall in front of him as the the Spade captain muttered a stream of Spanish in his ear.

"You know, I can speak that too," Carlos said it the same language, affecting a bore tone even as he aimed darts at the board in front of him with what was probably unwarranted force. "It doesn't really change that I need you to send me the report. I'm not asking for blood, here." Might be easier to get, though, he thought as flung a dart towards the target and the door opened to the right. He glanced up, expecting Krista, and blinked when it was...not.

"Hasta Luego, Esteban," he said before he hung up the phone and smirked a bit at Gael. "What, are you here to report a crime?"

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The look in Carlos' eyes wasn't quite surprise, though there was an element of that there. There was interest, and heat, though there was more than that as well. And there was a certain challenge in the sharp curve of his lip. Of course he remembered when Gael was a Spade. His sister was friends with Gael's, and there were hardly any Spades sharper than Noelle Prochazka-Shaw. But then the Clubs Carlos had been born into had never really been a soft Suit, no matter what people said, and Carlos himself had grown to be quite sharp. It was unavoidable, really, when you grew up as Ty Kagan's shadow.

"You know," he said as Gael's hands fisted in the black fabric of his shirt. "Actually, cariño, I think I do want to test you." Often this was easy for him. Often when he ventured into a relationship built on power games, it was clear that he would be the one on top - that was part of the contract between him and his lovers. And he didn't dislike that, but he was too much a Club not to sometimes want to go looking for a fight.

"A bet," he murmured, his eyes sharp and light and almost exactly the shade of new blades of grass on Gael's darker eyes. "Mm. Alright. If I win, I get you - on a night of my choosing." Almost like a date. "If you win...well, you already said you want me at your mercy, right?"

"And how shall we decide the winner?" He asked, purring as his free hand let go of the fabric of Carlos' uniform and traced a path downward. "Shall it be the first one to bind the other? Or do we go with a simple pin?" The second would certainly pose a greater challenge for Gael, if only because he was much leaner than Carlos. But it wasn't impossible.

"I vote for no rules- rules just make things messy, I think." He hissed a little, his hand finding what it was searching for as it slipped beneath the hem of Carlos' jacket and pressed against the warm flesh hidden beneath the fabric.

"Though, I hate to tell you- you've probably already lost." He murmured as he started to push Carlos back against the wall behind them. "I have a habit of getting my way."

"Why make it complicated, love?" Carlos asked. "A simple pin, and then the fun can come later." It wouldn't be impossible for Gael to pin him - difficult, sure - but not impossible. The heat in his eyes intensified as Gael found his skin, and at the challenging look in his eye. Oh, he didn't doubt that Gael was very good at getting his way. He'd said as much the first time they'd been together.

"Careful, azucar," he said with something of a sensual laugh as his back nearly hit the wall. Then he was free, moving, and behind Gael as he grabbed his arm. He tugged, and Gael turned. Maybe the playfulness in Carlos' face was a surprise. It was good-natured, and it didn't underestimate Gael. He loved a fight, almost as much as Gael loved getting his own way. "Getting cocky is dangerous."

"Merde," Gael muttered, his face going a little harder before he shifted into a more playful facade. He needed, he thought, a way to get his own frustrations out of his system in a way that Ollie couldn't give him.

Gael kicked back and planted a foot against the wall, and in a rather graceful motion (despite the lack of clothing), twisted both his captured arm and body around until he could forcefully push Carlos back and pivot himself up. He might not have Carlos' strength, but being a dancer allowed for his limber body to contort easily.

His face came up even with Carlos', though it was upside down in comparison. His eyes, blue with flecks of green and golden brown, glittered with an unspoken emotion that Gael felt no need to explain or acknowledge as he suddenly pushed off the wall again. His free arm came down only Carlos' shoulder, his supporting him as his body pushed up...and then over Carlos.

If he was lucky, he would force Carlos to let him go. If he was unlucky...well, they'd both probably end up on the floor in a tangled mess.

Carlos had heard about the sparring match Ollie and Ty had had. It was, really, the reason Ty had gotten really interested in the Diamond - but from what Ty had said about it, it also made fighting with Ollie dangerous. The man sounded like he was on an edge. Carlos wasn't. Carlos had his own issues, but all in all his problems in life were easily pushed aside and ignored, frankly. They rarely confronted him.

He fell back a step, his brows raising slightly. His job was half assessing the abilities of guards and wannabe guards, after all, and Gael...well, he wasn't a fighter. But he easily could be with more training. Of course, he'd been born a Spade; if he'd wanted to be a fighter, he'd be one now. It was the expression in his eyes that almost had Carlos releasing him, though. This was fun for him. This was somehow about proving himself to Gael, and there wasn't any reason for him to need to prove himself to Carlos.

But he didn't have time to really analyze that, not with Gael contorting himself in a way that almost had Carlos' grip breaking. His eyes narrowed a bit, though, and his hand tightened instead, even though he knew what Gael knew.

They were ending up in a heap on top of the gray skin rug Victoria had deemed stylish enough and he'd deemed not entirely annoying. Carlos only barely managed to twist them so he landed on top, panting a little bit as he pinned Gael's arms to the floor.

"Well, corazón, remind me not to piss you off in a dark alley."

Gael's fight wasn't gone, even pinned against the floor and trapped between the rug and Carlos. It took a moment to push the frustrations back as he looked at Carlos evenly. Well, this was not what he had planned, not at all.

"Well, it seems you win." Gael said after a moment, turning his head just slightly as he did. He pushed his hips up against the body above him, though, his naked flesh brushing against the rough fabric of the uniform. "You know, I'm really starting to believe you are a little over dressed love. All things considered. Not that I'm shy, or anything."

He wanted to ask, Carlos thought, what was wrong. Something clearly was. But then, they knew each other very little so far for all that Gael had promised he was a wonderful friend, and Gael naked under him wasn't exactly the time for a heart to heart. "I don't think shy has ever applied to you, corazón," he said as his hands loosened slightly and slid further down Gael's arms. "Maybe when you were four." Maybe.

He laughed, though, as he leaned back. "Well, help me with that," he said as he reached up to unbutton his shirt. "Unless you're expecting the same striptease you gave me. I'm not nearly as flexible."

As soon as Carlos gave him the space, Gael was up- hands going to the clothing that covered the other man's body as he leaned in and pressed his lips against the warm flesh of Carlos' neck. "You could entertain me with a striptease, it wouldn't be remiss." He said softly, his fingers finding the shirt beneath the jacket of the Club uniform.

"You don't have to be flexible when you have a toned, muscle defined body. I'm pretty sure that was written in a rule book for stripteases, somewhere." He said, biting at his bottom lip just a little as he looked up at Carlos. "I mean, really..."

Carlos laughed a little as he stood up. "Well, I'm not as good a dancer, either," he said. "But it's not exactly fair to make you do all the seducing, is it?" He wondered, though, how many people seduced Gael rather than it being the other way around.

He stepped out of Gael's reach and cycled through his music until he found the song he was looking for, giving Gael a smirk as it began to play over the speakers and he started to slip out of his clothing. First the jacket, then the sword and knives at his waist before he finished the work Gael had started on his shirt as he moved to the music. For his words about not being a good dancer, Carlos was graceful - he had to be, to train as he did - and he went to the dance club in town a few times a month. There was no better way to let off steam, after all.

Of course, he didn't generally dance in front of single-minded attention, with someone watching him the way Gael was.

He danced his way back over as he shed his black pants and tossed his uniform over the arm of his couch, crouching back down to where Gael had leaned against one of his chairs as the song ended, and he raised his eyebrows. "I draw the line at lap dances, because we'd never make it off the living room floor, love."

"What's wrong with the living room floor?" Gael asked, an amused expression on his face as he leaned back against the chair behind him. He reached out to the crouched guardsman and ran his fingers over the now exposed skin on the man's leg. "I mean, it does have a very nice rug....a nice couch. Chairs. You might not want to let guest sit on them after we were done. Not without a good steam cleaning first, at least."

Still, Gael shifted up to his knees, arms slipping up and around Carlos' neck as he pressed his lips up against the other man's. He kissed him deep, fingers sliding into Carlos' hair as he tried to push as much of his body against the other man's as he could. "Take me to bed, soldier. I might run away if you don't."

Carlos chuckled against Gael's mouth before he deepened the kiss, his hands sliding over Gael's sides. "I might chase you," he said as he tugged Gael to his feet and walked him backwards around the chairs and down the hall, pressing nipping little bites to his jawline as he walked. "Which would be a fun game for another time," he added as he pushed the door to his bedroom open and nudged Gael inside.

It was decorated even more simply than the living room, Carlos having not let his sister have her way in here, and the simple metal bed frame was covered in a navy and gray bedspread. A few framed pen and ink drawings hung on the wall, and a sword and a few knives were on the desk across from the bed. A pair of restraints and a coiled whip were on the nightstand, though he ignored them for now in favor of giving Gael a sharp kiss as he pressed him against the cool metal of the footboard. "Any regrets about your actions today, cariño?"

"Darling, I might not be stronger than you- but I promise I can run quick enough to stay out of reach." He purred, even as Carlos lifted him up and started walking them back toward the bedroom. He trailed his arms down Carlos' shoulders and over his back as they came to a stop. The cold medal of the footboard sent a bit of a shiver down his spine, too, as he looked up at Carlos.

"Regrets?" He asked, reaching up to cup Carlos' face in a gentle manner as he leaned in toward Carlos, pushing his body up against Carlos' all together. "Darling, I don't regret anything I've done in life. Today or otherwise. Trust me in that." Gael smirked, turning his head to draw Carlos into another kiss.

"My job is to make sure you don't want to stay out of reach," Carlos said as they kissed. There was something nearly romantic about it for a moment as they stood at the end of his bed, Gael's hands framing his face and his fingertips slipping into Carlos' hair.

But then Carlos turned Gael swiftly so that his front was pressed against the footboard. "If nothing else," he said as he pressed a light kiss to the nape of his neck, "because we have fun when we catch each other, don't we?" One hand slid down Gael's spine, slowly gliding downwards towards his ass. At least so far they've had fun, he thinks. There's always a point where it stops being fun for one party or the other, but it's early days yet.

He reached under the bed to pull out a box full of the kind of toys that Gael had kept in a drawer, flipping it open with his foot as he pressed another kiss to Gael's neck. "If you don't have any regrets," he said. "Maybe I should let you pick what we do to you tonight."

"If I pick, are you planning to really listen?" Gael asked from where he was pinned against the foot of the bed. It was the first time he really got to look at the rest of the room, spotting the items on the bed side table.

Pushing back, he turned just a little to look down at the box Carlos had pulled out from under the bed. It was quite the box of things, and Gael's eyes shot upward for a moment. He swallowed a little, "I think you might be well rewarded to give over that cock ring, and maybe a dildo- and I can finish putting on that show I started earlier."

He turned a little more, challenging Carlos a little with his show of disobedience. "I mean, unless you got bored of it."

"I'm not actually your master, Gael," Carlos said, one hand resting at the other man's waist as he pressed against him. It was true, though, that it was quite the box. He wasn't that new at these particular games - just quiet about it. "Yes, of course, I'll listen."

He eyed Gael's choices, though, before bending down to pick out the cock ring and a dildo and extending them to Gael with raised brows. "I might try to change your mind at some point, cariño, but that's only your own fault."

Of course he'd listen. Carlos had no idea how....not obvious that answer was. He wasn't sure he could ever explain it to him either, though he had that same distant look in his eyes that he had had earlier that day. "You might, I suppose, try. But sometimes a man just has to find ways to please himself. Come on, darling.....Lets see how long you can with restrain yourself."

He grinned, banishing the look of earlier away as he climbed up on the bed. Turning he found the tube of lube in the drawer of the nightstand and dropped it next to him as he put the cockring. He turned and situated himself on the bed, looking up at Carlos as he started to once again play with himself. Eventually he added the dildo, spreading his knees far apart as he licked his lips and pleased himself for the sake of his lover.

Carlos' eyes narrowed almost imperceptibly as he filed away that distant look. He didn't know that Gael wouldn't consider it obvious that their games were just games - to Carlos too - but he knew that Gael had secrets, and sometimes he could almost see them under the surface. Still, he smiled, gently biting Gael's earlobe before he released him, moving to sit on the bed, leaning back against the footboard as Gael slipped onto the bed

He tilted his head as he watched Gael work himself. "You are trying to test me now," he said as he watched Gael's head fall back against the headboard and his eyelashes veil his bright eyes. "How much do you want me right now, cariño? Do you want me to take hold of that dildo and fuck you with it until you beg me to fuck you instead? Or would you rather I just stay here and watch?"

"Do you really have to ask that?" Gael asked, looking at Carlos with heated eyes as he pulled the dildo back and let it fall to the side and out of the way. He moved slowly toward Carlos, straddling the man's hips as he reached out to slide his arms around Carlos' shoulders. "Or you can just sit there, and I'll keep myself going all on my own. I'm quite good at keeping myself happy, you know."

Gael leaning in and kissed him deeply, fingers laving into Carlos' hair as he took what he felt was his to take in that moment. When they broke away, he grinned against Carlos' lips before he reached out found the bottle of lube and slicked Carlos' cock and then seated himself slowly down on the other man's thick, stiff cock. "I wouldn't want you to exhaust yourself."

"As good a show as you put on, querido, I think I'd rather participate if you don't mind." He leaned back against the footboard as Gael straddled his lap, slipping his fingers into Gael's hair to deepen the kiss. "Not that you aren't gorgeous when pleasing yourself, but I might feel a little left out." Or more likely, he would have continued putting on his own show.

But this was more fun, he thought, and his eyes went hot and dark as Gael lowered himself onto his cock. This was better. "Don't worry," he said as he leaned forward to press a nipping kiss to Gael's lips again. "I'm not tired yet, corazón."

"I wouldn't want you to feel left out, love." Gael said softly, his hips slowly moving up and down against Carlos as he breathed in the other man's scent. "You know, my darling Club, you're so very addictive, you know that?" He kissed Carlos again, pulling the cockring off with a gasp against the man's lips as his hand gripped his overly sensitive organ.

"Fuck," he murmured, pumping himself until he was at the brink of release. He picked up his rhythm, going as fast and as deep as he could while in Carlos' lap. He pumped his hand harder, and harder....faster. And then his release came- sudden and quickly. Gael pushed himself back, catching himself on his arm as his back arched up and the cum shot up and over his lean stomach and across his chest.

Carlos laughed a little breathlessly against Gael's lips as he pushed up in rhythm with his lover. "Darling, I'm not taking that as anything but a compliment."

His eyes narrowed as Gael rode him faster, and when Gael fell back, he pushed him flat onto the mattress, pushing in harder and faster as he pressed Gael's wrists to the mattress. It didn't take him much longer, either - the entire afternoon since Gael had arrived in Ty's office had been foreplay - and after a couple of hard, deep thrusts he felt the pleasure build to its peak, and then crash over him. "God," he muttered as he collapsed on top of Gael, shuddering as he released the other man's wrists. "You're going to kill me one of these days, caro."

He reached around to slide his hand up and into Carlos' hair as the other man collapsed on top of him. Licking his lips a little he laughed when Carlos suggested he'd be the death of the man. Well, maybe he would be- maybe he wouldn't be. It was hard to tell, at times.

"Chéri," He said, smirking as he slipped his arm around the other man's shoulders. "I hope that is something you would like to avoid, your death will greatly vex me. Not to mention you are quite large, and would likely crush me if you were to die right now."

"Would you miss me?" Carlos asked as he rolled to one side and propped himself up on his elbow, his eyes heavy-lidded as he looked over at Gael. "I mean, I'm not planning to expire in the near future, you know. But I've always responded well to motivation."

And Gael could be very motivating, he thought. "I could be inspired to keep going with the right impetus," he murmured as he leaned in to brush his lips against Gael's in a feather-light kiss.

"Yes," he said, rolling up to his side to look at Carlos as he smiled- smiled, not smirk. Carlos was so terribly easy to be around, he thought as he looked at the other man. Tender and kind when needed, hard and strong when he wanted it. "I would miss you, chéri. You make my day a little better." Not that he wanted anyone to read into.

He reached out though, and pulled Carlos back toward him, rolling them both back to the bed. He pulled Carlos back down, half on top of him. "I really would like you to keep going. Even if it is very, very dangerous to let you do so."

Dangerous, he thought, because he was growing to be very fond of Carlos.

Carlos kissed Gaël again as he rolled back on top of him, deeper and slow in contrast to the urgent demand that had defined the first time. "You make my day better too, cariño," he murmured. Gaël might not want to read into that, and Carlos was certainly trying not to read anything into Gaël's words - but he knew he was getting more than just fond, and that the crush he'd had as a teenager was probably not helping things any.

"And thanks to your show we've got all afternoon," he said as he pulled back, skimming his hand down Gaël's side to curve around his hip. His lips twitched up into a mischievous smile. "Unless you've got other places to be."

"I'm not planning to go anywhere any time soon." Gael said with a smile and a laugh against Carlos' lips as he wrapped his arms around Carlos' shoulders again. He certainly wasn't going to object to Carlos monopolizing his time for the rest of the afternoon and night as it were- he'd come to the man with that express intention in the first place.

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