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From: (Anonymous)

Sasha would like to think she's a little bit more subtle than Tim and Martin. Everybody would be more subtle than Tim and Martin, right now. Tim has clearly decided that the skirt was too much; he sat next to Jon in the booth, and threw his arm back around Jon's chair, casually charming about it. Jon scowled, but Jon always scowls -- it makes him unbearably adorable, and makes Sasha want to grab his proper little collar and kiss the frown away. Martin's sitting in front of Tim, but he keeps staring at Jon and flushing and hiding in his food.

Sasha really hopes she's more subtle than this, but also when she feels her foot meet Jon's ankle under the table, she can't help but spit a little bit of water out of her glass. Jon looks a little bit embarrassed, legs retracting fast under the table and, damn it. Unfair.

Tim shouldn't be the only one trying to play at seducing their pretty, pretty boss.

She leans her foot again, and brushes her ankle against Jon's; he's so soft. It's ridiculous. How is he softer than her? She imagine shaking her shoe off, and dragging her foot against Jon's leg; Tim could hold him there nice in his chair, and she could see how he reacted if she brushed it against whatever he had under that skirt of his --

"You're okay there, Sasha?" Tim grins widely. "Looking a little flushed."

"It's hot , Tim," she spits, and Tim laughs.

"Guess it is, huh? It's very very hot. Isn't it Martin?"

"I - uh- ugh," Martin stares hard at his pad Thai, stabbing it angrily.

Jon looks baffled by all of them. God. Sasha wants to wreck the innocence out of him so bad. She takes another glass of water, and gently slides her foot up. Jon's eyes widen, like caught in an odd trap, and they, too, are so insanely pretty but he reaches for his glass of water, and says nothing either.

Sasha bites her tongue, and lets her foot linger for the rest of the meal.

Sasha raises her eyebrows at Tim when they get up to pay, and he knows exactly what it means. Oh well, game on. He likes her so much. Jon tries to frown at him again when he lets his hand rest over his hip again, but he doesn't protest as much as he could, so Tim's arm stays right there; he goes even as far as playing a bit with Jon's blouse, keeping Jon very close to him.

"Mmh, doesn't feel like we should go back to work, huh?" he tries out, leaning down to breath the suggestion against Jon's ear.

"You're not getting out of the three hours we've got left, Tim," Jon says dryly, but there's a low flush creeping down his neck, and Tim has to fight every instinct to lick it up.

Jon's way too delicious, it's patently unfair. If someone had told him one day he'd been wanting to devour serious, stuffy Jonathan Sims from Research, he might have snorted at the thought, but these days --

"Oh, come on Boss," he keeps going, light and easy, "I've got so many more productive, pleasant ideas of what we could do --"

"Tim," says Jon, slowly. "Are you flirting with me?"

Next to them, Martin stumbles over nothing and yelps, barely keeping his balance. Behind them, Sasha coughs up something that might be a laugh or an exclamation of surprise. Tim beams at Jon, delighted.

" Yes," he says. "Yes, yes I am!"

"Well, you're not doing a very good job at it," Jon says, raising his eyebrows. "And you're officially on the clock, anyway."

And then he's slipping off Tim's arms and climbing up the stairs of the Institute, and Sasha's properly laughing, and the breeze makes Jon's skirt hitch up high again, showing beautiful thighs Tim wants to push his cock between.

"Harsh," Sasha says, patting his shoulders. "Poor Tim."

"Are you kidding me?" Tim says. "He said it was office hours. Means as soon as we're clocked out, I've got the right to try again."

"What?" Martin protests. "That is not what he said --"

"That's what I heard," Tim sings, and moves towards Jon.

"Are you, um, are you okay?" Martin asks Jon as soon as he can, Tim and Sasha laughing at Sasha's desk after Jon sent them away "in time out, until they learnt how to behave what has made you both act like children today?"

"If my employees could do their work diligently, I'm sure I'd be even better," Jon says dryly. "Can't say it would come to the day I'd rely on you for good behaviour."

"Ouch," Martin says, and Jon winces. "Sorry," he says. "I didn't -- that wasn't very kind."

"Nah, it wasn't," Martin says. "Especially when I'm your last standing employee and all," he adds, and Jon grins, eyes softing.

"Guess you are. Come on. I could use your arms for moving the boxes there --"

"Sure," Martin says bravely, and sends a triumphant look at Sasha and Tim; Sasha winks and Tim raises his thumbs. Martin flushes and turns back to Jon, and promptly forgets all the confidence that had filled him thirty seconds ago, as Jon is bent down again. His heart races in his chest. God, he thinks, it's unfair. If he could just -- grab Jon's hips, raise the skirts, maybe, maybe rut his cock a little against those white panties he can see the shape of underneath, have Jon wrapped in his arms, pulling him against the shelves....

"Martin? Martin," Jon snaps. "Are you helping or not?"

"I -- right," Martin says, wide eyed and flushed. "Yeah I just -- let me --"

He has no idea how it happens. He never knows how it happens. One instant he's trying to take the box off Jon's arms, the next he's tripping over, and they're both falling --

Jon falls into the boxes with a yelp; Martin falls on his knees next to him, his hand landing on Jon's thigh, Jon's -- fuck, Jon's naked thigh, because the skirt is up now, it's really up, and Martin's nose is right there and--

He scrambles up fast, breathing fast and hard. Jon is flushed as well, tugging his skirt down with his mouth slightly parted.

"I need -- I should -- I'm gonna go," Martin says weakly, and promptly hits a shelf.

"You owe me five," says Sasha, as she watches Martin babble that he'll just go home early, probably for the best, while Jon snaps at him to stay still as he holds cold ice over Martin's forehead.

"Martin's not gone yet," Tim says. "D'you think we can convince Jon he just needs a healing kiss?"

"Yeah, I'm sure Jon believes in the power of the healing kiss," she snorts. She eyes them both, and leans against Tim. "Hey," she whispers. "I know Martin's not into girls and all. But do you think he'd mind much that I really want him to grab Jon right now and get him to straddle his lap properly?"

"Sasha " Tim says in a mock offended whisper. "That is highly inappropriate office talk."

"Uh-huh," she says, and brushes her hand over Tim's thigh. "So, I shouldn't talk with you about how nice it'd be, once he's got Jon on his lap, if you went there and took that blouse off him, maybe not entirely, just so we could get Martin's mouth on Jon's tits --"

"Oh, you're wicked," Tim says, but he's staring at Jon and Martin too, now, eyes darker. Sasha smiles, pleased.

"Might be a bit of a hassle," she says, "but I bet we could hitch up that skirt, maybe ask Jon to keep it up for us. You'd be able to push the panties away, so you can finger him a little, prepare him for me --"

"You?" Tim cuts off, offended.

"C'mon, Timothy, we know who's in charge here, and it's my fantasy. I'd have my strap ready for him." She hesitates, glances at Jon and Martin, still babbling at each other, and rocks ever so slightly against her chair, hand landing over Tim's crotch. "If you're really good," she adds with her best tempting voice, "you could eat him out once I'm done having fun."

"Of fuck off," Tim breathes. "Boss? I need to get home. Feeling a bit sick."

Jon turns around, surprised; the ice pack falls over Martin's cheek, and Martin waves his hand around, brushing it against Jon's skirt. Sasha kisses Tim’s cheek.

"You owe me five," she repeats, laughter in her voice. and, louder. "He is hot, Jon."

From: (Anonymous)

(op) oh my gosh!!!!!!!!!!!! that was wonderful, i loved it so much!!!!!

From: (Anonymous)

Oh, this is so good! I love how everyone in the Institute is getting very excited about Jon in short skirts.
Elias is probably Watching the entire show from his office.