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"Buck, can you come to my office for a moment?"
The words carried across the open floor plan, cutting through the ambient office hum. Eddie didn't raise his voice– authority lived in both his tone and how he stood framed in his office doorway.
He always loved this part.
He watched as heads snapped up from monitors and conversations died mid-sentence. The entire floor seemed to collectively hold its breath, a particular tension that only came when the CEO emerged from his glass sanctuary.
Eddie noticed that people always became very busy when he was around. Fingers flying across keyboards with urgency, phone calls answered with crisp professionalism. He made it a point to navigate through the maze of desks and cubicles, nodding occasionally to staff who were senior enough to acknowledge him.
He stopped at the cluster of desks where the interns worked, his gaze landing on Buck with laser precision. "Now, please," Eddie added, his tone pleasant but leaving no room for negotiation.
Buck sat frozen at his desk, headphones on, eyes locked on his monitor. His fingers hovered over his keyboard, suspended mid-keystroke. Eddie watched his chest rise and fall in shallow breaths– he was in fight or flight, like a poor little zebra caught under the gaze of a vicious lion.
Eddie felt a smile tug at the corner of his mouth. Poor kid.
He didn't understand how he'd gotten such a harsh reputation. Really, he didn't. If people just talked to him– instead of treating him like some kind of corporate boogeyman– they'd realize he wasn't nearly as scary as they all imagined. He rewarded hard work and talent. Yes, he had high standards, but that wasn't the same as being a tyrant.
Buck still hadn't moved, and the silence was starting to stretch awkwardly. The other interns had noticed, their eyes darting between Eddie and Buck with barely concealed fear. Well. If the Buck didn't come to him, he'd just have to go to Buck.
Eddie began walking toward Buck's desk, his unhurried footsteps echoing through the floor. He watched with quiet amusement as the interns around Buck started to notice his approach, their expressions shifting from curiosity to alarm. One of them– was his name Ravi?– made a small sound in an attempt to warn him, but Buck still didn't react.
Eddie stopped directly beside Buck's desk, close enough that his presence became impossible to ignore. He could see the exact moment awareness crashed over the intern like a wave; Buck's entire body went rigid, his eyes wide like saucers as they tracked upward from his monitor to find Eddie standing right there, less than two feet away.
The headphones came off in a fumbling rush. Buck's face drained of color, then flushed a bright red.
"Mr. Diaz, I–" Buck's voice cracked. He shot to his feet so fast his chair rolled backward and hit the desk behind him with a dull thud. "I'm so sorry, I didn't– I was just– "
"That's alright, Buck. Come see me in my office," Eddie cut Buck off with a small wave of his hand. He started walking away and looked back to see Buck still sitting there, watching him expectantly. "Now, if you don't mind," he added.
"Oh! Yes, Mr. Diaz. Of course." Buck scrambled out of his cubicle, nearly knocking over his coffee mug in his haste. His hands fumbled with his mouse, clicking frantically to save whatever he'd been working on– whatever it was, it would have to wait. Buck was already dangerously close to breaking an unspoken office rule; never keep Mr. Diaz waiting.
The reaction from the other interns was near instantaneous. A clique of three most senior interns exchanged loaded glances. Sarah's hand flew to her mouth, eyes going wide with barely suppressed glee. Marcus leaned over to whisper something to Jennifer, who let out a small, sharp gasp that she tried to disguise as a cough.
Eddie paid them no mind. They clearly thought Buck was getting fired. Or worse.
Everyone was familiar with the hierarchy; HR handled the small stuff– the write-ups for tardiness, the policy violations, tiny things that kept the office running smoothly. A summons to HR was annoying, embarrassing at most. But a personal summons from Eddie Diaz himself? This was the kind of meeting that ended careers– and not just at Diaz Enterprises. Eddie's influence went deep, the fruit of all of his labours; if he really wanted, he could have almost anyone blacklisted from all of the big companies in Los Angeles.
Unless you were a board member or a senior executive– the kind of people Eddie actually socialized with on a day-to-day basis– a one-on-one with the CEO meant something catastrophic. Something serious enough that Mr. Diaz had decided to handle it himself rather than delegate it down the chain. The interns all understood this implicitly. It was part of the office lore, whispered about in break rooms and bathrooms: Didn't Jenkins get called into Eddie's office last year? I heard he had to move all the way to Canada to get another job!
Which made this moment absolutely delicious. Buck was the golden boy; he'd been fast-tracked since day one, given the best projects. He was the intern who actually had a shot at making it to junior analyst and staying on after his internship ended.
He was such a catch that Eddie had even personally fought his partner firm, Grant & Nash, to be the one to get him. In the end, Athena and Bobby had managed to get Eddie to forfeit a guaranteed contract position for both Harry and May once they graduated. Eddie already had those contracts prepped and filled away before this little agreement, but it's not like they knew anything about that.
Eddie knew it was all about playing the game.
The same game that Buck was currently dominating. All interns knew it, and even some of the junior analysts; he was the one they were all competing against, the one who raised the bar for them all.
And now he was walking to his execution. Finally, The golden boy is going down.
Eddie had to restrain himself from huffing out in annoyance; he had no time for office politics or petty jealousies. He'd wasted plenty of time on that kind of interpersonal drama as an ambitious twenty-something year old competing for limited positions. Now, at the top of the food chain, he could save his time for more personal matters. While Eddie wasn't rushed for time, he also didn't appreciate it going to waste. Buck was currently comparable to a marble statue dropped off in the middle of the office; his face had gone from pale to flushed, a mottled red creeping up his neck. He glanced at his fellow interns, clearly registering their reactions, and the terror in his expression deepened. His hands trembled slightly as he smoothed down his shirt, checked that his tie was straight– small, nervous gestures to compose himself before facing judgment.
Eddie didn't wait; he turned and walked back toward his office, knowing Buck would follow. Buck's footsteps behind him were quick and uneven, clearly struggling in his haste to keep up. The entire floor watched them go– Buck trailing after Eddie like a puppy waiting to be reprimanded.
They crossed the threshold into Eddie's office, and Eddie gestured for Buck to close the door. He obeyed immediately, his hand shaking slightly as he pulled it shut. Eddie moved behind his desk and settled into his leather chair. He took his time, adjusting his position, letting the silence stretch and grow heavy. Buck stood on the other side of the desk, hands clasped in front of him.
Finally, Eddie looked up, meeting Buck's gaze. He adjusted his expression to something professionally neutral– pleasant, even, with just a hint of warmth.
"Have a seat," Eddie said, gesturing to one of the chairs across from his desk. "Relax."
"Of course, Mr. Diaz." Buck flew into the seat, perching on the edge of the chair, knee bouncing, like he was ready to spring into action at any moment. "Is, uh, everything okay? Did I do something wrong? Was it my report on the Texas branch?"
"Just Eddie is fine," Eddie said smoothly, watching Buck's eyes widen slightly at the casual correction. "And no, it's nothing like that."
Eddie leaned back in his chair, steepling his fingers. He let a moment of silence settle between them before continuing. "Actually, I wanted to talk to you about your performance first. The Henderson report you submitted last week– that was exceptional work. Very clean analysis and thorough research, you even caught some details that made it past administration." Eddie looked straight into Buck's eyes before adding, "I was very impressed, Mr Buckley."
Buck's face flushed immediately, a deep pink spreading across his cheeks. His birthmark bloomed a deep shade of crimson. He looked genuinely stunned, his mouth opening slightly as if he wasn't sure how to respond.
"I– thank you. I didn't expect– I mean, I just wanted to do a good job, so–"
"You did more than a good job," Eddie said, and he watched with fascination as Buck seemed to physically melt under the praise, shoulders relaxing, anxious energy drifting away.
It was remarkable how quickly a little praise could undo all those nerves. Eddie filed that observation away carefully.
"Now," Eddie continued, pivoting smoothly, "We're here now because I actually wanted to talk to you about promotions."
The change in Buck was near instantaneous. His whole face lit up, eyes going wide and bright, that gorgeous smile breaking across his features. He took a moment to compose himself before leaning forward, hands gripping his knees. "Promotions?"
"We're looking to move one of our interns into a junior analyst position," Eddie kept going, watching Buck's reaction very carefully. "It comes with a significant salary increase, benefits, and most notably, a real path upwards within the company."
"That's– that's amazing," Buck breathed. His knee was bouncing faster now, but he seemed to catch himself, forcing himself to appear more measured. "I mean, that's incredible. I've been working really hard, and I know I can–" He stopped himself, clearly trying to rein in his enthusiasm. While the situation was nowhere near normal, Buck still wanted to appear humble rather than desperate.
Eddie could see right through it. The barely contained sparkle of excitement in his eyes, his fingers drumming against his knees despite his attempt at composure. It was unheard of for someone Buck's age and lack of tenure to get this position, and Buck knew that.
Eddie also knew that, so he chose his next move very carefully.
"Unfortunately, it's a bit of a competition between you and Kinard," Eddie said, watching as the smile Buck's face faltered. "You're both talented. I've heard Kinard's very diligent. Always the first one in, last one out. Very detail-oriented. He's also been with us for a few years-"
"I finished the Henderson report two days early," Buck blurted out, cutting Eddie off mid-sentence. His words tumbled over each other in his desperation. "And I've been helping with the new client presentations, and I've been putting in extra hours too. I'm detail-oriented, I'm really detail-oriented, and I–," He leaned forward so far he was nearly out of his chair. "I've been working my ass off for three months. I'm good at this job, I'm really good at it. I can do more projects, work weekends, whatever you need. I just– I really need this promotion."
"I know." Eddie let the silence stretch, enjoying watching Buck squirm. "Like I said, it's close."
Buck's hands clenched into fists on his knees. "Mr. Diaz– Eddie– this promotion would change my life, and I promise I'll work twice as hard as anybody else as anybody else–"
"I don't doubt that."
"Then what do I need to do?" Buck's voice was shaky now, and he leaned so far forward he was nearly out of his chair. "What can I do to prove I deserve this more than Kinard? I'll do anything."
Eddie felt something dark and hot unfurl in his chest. He leaned forward, elbows on his desk, and let his eyes drag slowly down Buck's body– the stretched shirt, the flushed face, the eagerness in every line of his posture.
"Anything?" Eddie asked softly, his voice dropping an octave.
Buck nodded frantically. "Yes. Anything. I'll take on extra projects, work weekends, whatever you need. I can't–" He swallowed hard. "I can't lose this promotion to Kinard. I won't."
Eddie rose from his chair slowly, movements calculated to draw Buck's attention. He circled the desk, and when he reached the front, he settled himself on the edge. He was close, far too close– positioning himself directly in Buck's line of sight. He had no choice but to crane his neck back, tilting his face upward to maintain any semblance of appropriate eye contact.
His reaction was utterly delicious.
Buck's face flooded with color– not the soft pink of earlier embarrassment, but a deep, vivid ruby-red that spread from his collar up to his hairline. His eyes went wide and frantic, pupils dilating as they skittered away from Eddie's face. They darted to the window, to the filing cabinet, to the corner of the desk, to his own trembling hands– anywhere, everywhere except the man looming directly in front of him. Buck's gaze would start to drift back toward Eddie's face, then veer away sharply as if burned, only to be magnetically drawn back again in an endless, tortured cycle.
"Relax, Mr. Buckley" Eddie murmured, though his tone suggested anything but relaxation.
"Just– Just Buck's fine," Buck stammered out, trying his absolute hardest to not lock eyes with Eddie.
Eddie couldn't suppress the low chuckle that rumbled from his chest. The sound made Buck flinch, his flush deepening impossibly further. The truth was, he found Buck's transparent little crush absolutely hilarious– endearing, even, in its earnest desperation.
He'd known about it for months, of course. While Eddie didn't particularly invest himself in the social elements of work, he made it his business to know everything that happened in his company. That being said, the intern gossip mill was particularly easy to tap into. He'd overheard Ravi and Albert in the break room about six weeks into Buck's hiring, their voices carrying through the partially open door.
"Oh my god, Buck, you're so obvious," Albert had teased. "Every time Mr. Diaz walks by, you practically drool on your keyboard."
"I do not– shut up, Albert-- that's not–" Buck's voice had been high and strangled with mortification.
"You totally do," Ravi had chimed in, laughing. "Last week during the quarterly meeting? You stared at him for like ten straight minutes. I thought you were going to pass out when he loosened his tie."
"Fuck off, both of you," Buck had hissed, but Eddie could hear the embarrassment crackling in his voice. "It's not– I don't– just shut up."
Eddie had smiled to himself and shook his head while walking away, never announcing his presence. These stupid interns, just talking about anything without making sure they were alone.
After that, he'd started paying attention. And once he started looking, he couldn't stop noticing. Buck in the conference room during presentations, his eyes tracking Eddie's movements across the floor with a little too much intensity to just be about quarterly projections. One morning, he and Buck were in the elevator with his back pressed against the wall. Buck was failing miserably at hiding the fact that his gaze was fixed on Eddie's reflection in the polished steel doors that Eddie would turn just to catch him staring– at which point Buck would flush scarlet and suddenly find the floor buttons fascinating.
And then there were the shirts. Buck wore them just a little too tight– whether intentionally or because the kid was built like a goddamn underwear model and couldn't help it, Eddie wasn't sure. But the effect was the same: fabric stretching across broad shoulders, pulling against both his chest and the last of Eddie's patience.
And then there was that ass. That perfect, perky little ass that Buck seemed determined to display at every possible opportunity. At first, Eddie had thought it was coincidental. Buck was young, enthusiastic, always volunteering for tasks that required bending, reaching, stretching. But after the third time Eddie toured the lower offices and found Buck conveniently bent over a filing cabinet, ass prominently displayed in those criminally tight slacks, Eddie began to suspect it was perhaps a bit more deliberate.
The fourth time, Buck had been "organizing" the supply closet, bent at the waist, reaching for something on a low shelf. He'd stayed like that, ass out, back arched, for the entire duration of Eddie's conversation with the department supervisor standing right next to him. By the end of that conversation, Eddie's resolve was hanging on by the smallest of threads.
It had been cute at first, flattering. The eager young intern with a harmless crush, trying to catch his boss's attention. But cute had rapidly evolved into something far more consuming.
Eddie had started noticing Buck everywhere. In every meeting, every hallway, every goddamn corner of the building. Those tight shirts and jaunty little ass had begun infiltrating his thoughts at inappropriate times– during conference calls, during contract negotiations, during dinner with colleagues. He'd find his mind wandering, imagining what Buck would look like bent over his desk instead of a filing cabinet. What sounds he'd make, or how that ass would look littered with Eddie's handprints on it.
The fantasies had followed him home as well. Eddie wasn't proud to admit that he'd jerked off in the shower more times than he could count over the past month, hot water streaming over his shoulders while he fisted his cock and imagined Buck on his knees. Buck bent over, back arched and looking back at him. Buck spread out on his desk, mouth parted open while he let out tiny little pants. Buck's mouth, Buck's ass, Buck's desperate blue eyes looking up at him while he–
Afterward, standing in the cooling spray, Eddie would tell himself it was wrong. Very unethical. It was morally reprehensible for someone in his position to even think about an intern that way, let alone act on it. The power imbalance alone made it indefensible, and he was sure the hyenas he’d hired at HR would love to tear him to shreds.
Add in the age difference, the professional relationship, the fact that Buck's entire career existed at Eddie's whim– it was a litany of reasons why Eddie should keep his distance and be the responsible one in the situation.
But Eddie had never claimed to be ethical. He'd built his empire by taking what he wanted and finding convenient justifications later. Morality was a luxury for people who couldn't afford to be pragmatic; Eddie was thrown into a dog-eat-dog world and came out on top.
And when a hot piece of ass like Buck was essentially offering himself up on a silver platter– bending over at every opportunity, staring with those hungry eyes, wearing those fuck-me shirts– well. Eddie was only human. He could only restrain himself for so long before the pros and cons shifted in favor of taking what was being so generously offered.
Besides, Buck had said anything.
One of the key pillars listed on the company's mission was honesty. If Buck truly wanted this promotion, Eddie was going to need to test that honesty.
"You know, Buck," Eddie said casually, "there are a lot of ways to prove your... dedication to this company."
Buck's brow furrowed slightly, confusion flickering across his features. "I don't– what do you mean?"
Eddie looked down with the ghost of a smile on his lips "Come on, Buck. Don't be coy."
He let his gaze drag down Buck's body, taking in the subtle rise and fall of his chest, the white-knuckled grip on his knees. His eyes lingered lower, catching the slight press of a bulge forming in Buck's slacks– a visible testament to exactly how much the poor man's body was betraying him. The poor guy was already hard.
Buck's awareness of it was palpable; he shifted uncomfortably, crossing one leg over the other in a transparent attempt at concealment, then uncrossing them just as quickly when that proved painfully ineffective. His posture twisted and contorted as he tried to angle himself away, to hide the evidence of his arousal, but there was nowhere to hide in this office. The blush that had painted his cheeks earlier refused to fade; instead, it deepened, spreading down his neck and disappearing beneath the collar of his shirt, intensifying with each passing second as Buck became increasingly aware of Eddie's scrutiny.
Eddie savored every moment of it. This was confirmation of everything he'd suspected, everything he'd fantasized about. He could see it all written across his flushed skin: the want, the shame, all behind those wide blue eyes. Buck was caught between his ambition and his arousal, between his need for the promotion and his need to maintain some shred of dignity.
Eddie was going to strip away both.
Eddie reached out, fingers brushing along Buck's jaw. The intern froze, eyes flicking up Eddie's as he held his breath. "I mean," Eddie continued, his voice low and dark, "You've been here for three months. You really don't think I don't check up on the new-hires?"
"Mr. Diaz–" Buck's voice was strangled.
“Eddie’s fine” Eddie cut him off, keeping the ghost of his fingers on Buck’s jaw. The words died in Buck's throat. Something shifted in his expression– a crumbling, like watching a dam finally give way after holding back floodwaters for too long. His breathing grew ragged, chest heaving beneath that tight shirt, and then he was moving.
Buck sank from the chair with an almost dreamlike quality, as though gravity itself had conspired to pull him downward. His knees hit the plush carpet of Eddie's office without hesitation, eagerly. The position placed him squarely between Eddie's spread thighs, and when Buck lifted his gaze, those blue eyes were molten with need.
Eddie's hand still hovered near Buck's face from where he'd been touching his jaw. Buck reached up, fingers trembling as they wrapped around Eddie's wrist– not to push away, but to pull closer. He guided Eddie's palm against his flushed cheek, pressing into the touch in a way that made Eddie's cock throb. Buck held Eddie's hand there, cradling it against his face while maintaining eye contact, and the vulnerability in that gesture was staggering. Then Buck turned his head, lips brushing against Eddie's palm in something almost too tender to be called a kiss. His eyes fluttered closed for a heartbeat before opening again, darker now, pupils blown wide with arousal.
Buck's other hand came to rest on Eddie's thigh, steadying himself as he leaned forward. His face dipped lower, nuzzling against the now impressive bulge straining against Eddie's slacks. Buck's cheek pressing against the hard length of Eddie's erection through the fabric, his breath hot even through the layers. He turned his face, letting his nose trace along the outline of Eddie's cock, and it sent a line of electricity crackling down Eddie's spine.
"I think..." Buck's voice emerged rough and uncertain, muffled slightly against Eddie's crotch. He pulled back just enough to look up again, eyes flickering between Eddie's eyes and the massive bulge pressing against his face. Eddie found the conflict across his features exquisite– shame and hunger, ambition and need, all tangled together. "I think we have a deal, Mr. Diaz."
The words hung in the air between them, heavy with implication. Buck's hands tightened on Eddie's thigh and wrist, anchoring himself as though afraid he might float away if he let go. His tongue darted out to wet his lips, and Eddie tracked the movement with predatory focus. As he leaned in to nuzzle Eddie's cock through his slacks again, he paused. His expression changed, jaw set with determination, and when he spoke again, his voice carried an edge of nervousness that only made him more endearing.
"But I want it in writing."
The statement was so unexpected, so audacious in the midst of this charged moment, that Eddie couldn't contain his reaction. A bark of laughter burst from his chest, echoing through the office. Here was Buck, on his knees between Eddie's legs, face flushed and a ragingly hard cock between his legs, having just nuzzled Eddie's dick like a cat seeking affection– and he was negotiating terms. What a driven business man.
"You want it in writing," Eddie repeated, his grin widening as he looked down at the intern. His fingers flexed against Buck's cheek, thumb stroking along his cheekbone. "You're on your knees in my office, about to suck my cock, and you're asking for a contract?"
Buck's blush intensified, spreading down his neck, but he didn't look away. Didn't back down. "I– I want the promotion guaranteed," he said, voice steadier now despite the tremor underneath. "I'm not losing it to Kinard."
What a feisty little intern. Eddie's amusement mixed with arousal, creating a heady cocktail that made his cock pulse against Buck's cheek. He'd never really given it much thought, but he assumed that most people in Buck's position would be too overwhelmed to make any demands. He was clever, and that somehow made Eddie want him even more. The position itself wasn’t of any concern; Kinard was one complaint away from being fired, and Eddie could pay the salary out of pocket and wouldn’t even notice. Maybe Buck should’ve paid more attention during his lectures at school. He was falling for a classic “pump-and-dump” scheme, in both senses of the saying.
"You've got balls, Buckley," Eddie said, his tone rich with approval and promise. "I'll give you that. It's in writing, if I'm a happy customer."
Eddie's response seemed to unlock something in Buck. His uncertainty evaporated, replaced with a blazing determination. Those trembling hands steadied as they rose to Eddie's belt, fingers working with newfound purpose. The metal buckle clinked softly as Buck unfastened it, he pulled the leather free from its loops with a whisper of friction, letting it hang open.
Eddie kept his constant gaze on Buck. He could feel Buck's breathing, each exhale warm against Eddie's clothed erection. His fingers found the button of Eddie's slacks next, fumbling only briefly before popping it free. The zipper followed– each tooth separating with a quiet rasp. Buck's knuckles brushed against the hard length straining beneath Eddie's boxer briefs, and the contact– however accidental– drew a sharp intake of breath from both of them.
"Keep going," Eddie murmured, threading his fingers through Buck's hair. The strands were soft, silky between his fingers, and he used his grip to guide Buck's attention downward. "Don't stop now."
Buck hooked his fingers into the waistband of Eddie's slacks and boxer briefs together, hesitating for just a heartbeat before beginning to pull them down. The fabric dragged over Eddie's hips, catching briefly on his erection before Buck worked it lower. Eddie lifted his hips slightly, allowing Buck to tug the clothing down his thighs, and then his cock sprang free.
Buck's eyes went huge, pupils blown wide as they fixed on Eddie's length. His mouth fell open in a small 'o' of shock, and Eddie watched his throat work as he swallowed. Buck actually jerked back slightly, hands freezing mid-motion with Eddie's clothing bunched around his thighs.
"Holy shit," Buck breathed, the words barely audible. His gaze tracked along Eddie's cock– from the thick base to the flushed, leaking head– with something approaching disbelief. "You're– that's– I didn't think–"
Eddie couldn't help the smirk that had formed his lips. He'd seen this reaction before. Hell, he'd seen it from everyone he'd ever been with– that moment of stunned realization when they finally saw what they were dealing with. His dick was impressive, he knew that without false modesty: thick enough that fingers could just barely meet around it, long enough to be intimidating, with prominent veins running along the shaft and a thick head that was already darkening with arousal, precum beading at the slit.
"Big?" Eddie supplied, his voice rich with amusement. He watched Buck's face, savoring every feature of shock– those ocean eyes transfixed on his cock, the shine of his saliva-sheen lips, "It's okay, Buck. You're not the first person to have that reaction."
Eddie didn't sleep around much, if at all, anymore. But when he was younger... that was a whole different story. What could he say? He was breaking into a stressful industry, and sleeping around was a pretty tried and true method of stress relief. Some of his partners had been excited, some nervous, and a few just outright intimidated. But they all had that initial moment of shock; that split second where they questioned whether they could handle it. Eddie found it endearing every time– people's confidence would falter, replaced by a mixture of desire and trepidation. It never got old.
And Buck was no different. Another pretty little thing struck speechless by a face-full of Eddie's cock. Except Buck was his intern, his to corrupt, and that made this particular reaction all the sweeter.
"Problem?" Eddie asked, letting his amusement show. His fingers tightened in Buck's hair, not quite pulling but applying enough pressure to remind Buck of his position. He grabbed his cock by the base, giving it a few slow strokes. "You said anything. So tell me, Buck, is this going to be too much for you to handle?"
"No, It's just I've never–" Buck cut himself off, jaw clenching. "No. No problem."
But he was still staring at Eddie's cock like it might bite him, making no move to actually touch it. Eddie tightened his grip again in Buck's hair, fishing for his attention.
"Don't tell me you're going to chicken out now."
That sparked something in Buck's eyes– defiance, determination. He wrapped one hand around the base of Eddie's cock, his palm warm and slightly rough. Eddie hissed at the contact, his cock twitching in Buck's grip.
"I don't really know what I'm doing," Buck admitted, his voice dropping to barely above a whisper. His cheeks were burning crimson. His eyes darted away from Eddie's face, focusing somewhere around Eddie's shoulder. "I've never– this is my first time. Doing this. I've never… given a blowjob before.
Eddie's cock jerked violently in Buck's grip at the confession, an involuntary spasm of that caught them both off guard. A thick bead of pre-cum welled at the slit, and as Eddie's length twitched again, it smeared across Buck's cheek– a wet streak marking his flushed skin.
"Ah, fuck," Eddie breathed, his voice strangled. Heat flooded through him, his pulse hammering in his ears. A virgin mouth. Buck had never done this before, nobody else had ever had those pretty plump lips wrapped around their cock. And Eddie was going to be his first. He was going to teach Buck exactly how to pleasure a cock with his mouth. The sheer thought of that made Eddie's cock throb again, another pearl of pre-cum leaking from the tip.
Buck looked confused, his brow furrowing as he stared at the wet streak on his cheek. He reached up tentatively, touching the moisture with his fingertips, then looking at them with a dawning realization. His blush deepened impossibly further, spreading across his entire face. "I– sorry, I didn't mean to– is that bad? That I haven't–"
"Bad?" Eddie's laugh was rough, almost breathless. He cupped Buck's jaw, thumb brushing over the pre-cum on his cheek and smearing it further. "No, Buck. That's fucking perfect." He watched Buck's confusion deepen, clearly not understanding why his inexperience would be arousing. He had no idea how endearing it made him, how much hotter it was that Eddie would be the one to teach him.
Buck swallowed hard, his throat working. "I just– I don't want to mess this–"
"You've surely gotten a blowjob before…?" Eddie interrupted, his voice equally mocking and reassuring. He threads his fingers through Buck's hair again to serve as a guiding pressure, never forceful. "Just do what you remember made you feel good.”
Eddie watched as Buck processed what he just said, before quickly following up with: “...better yet, I'll just tell you what to do. All you have to do is listen to me. Understand?"
"Yeah," Buck thought for a moment before nodding, more tension bleeding from his shoulders. "Okay. Yeah. Just– tell me what to do."
"Good boy," Eddie murmured, and felt Buck shiver at the praise. "First, I want you to get comfortable. This is going to take a while, and I don't want you cramping up."
Buck shifted, adjusting his position until he was kneeling more steadily between Eddie's spread thighs. His hands rested on Eddie's knees, fingers flexing nervously.
"Now," Eddie continued, his voice taking on an edge similar to the instructional tone he used in board meetings, "Start by getting familiar with it. Put your hand on it, stroke it, get used to touching it."
Buck's hand wrapped around Eddie's shaft again, his grip tentative at first. He stroked slowly, his palm dragging along the length from base to tip. Eddie's cock was hot and heavy in his grip, the skin silky-smooth over the rigid hardness beneath. Buck's thumb brushed over a prominent vein, following its path upward. He gathered some of the pre-come from the tip and used it to lube his fist.
"That's it," Eddie encouraged. "Just like that. Now lean in closer, get your face right up against my cock."
Buck hesitated for a moment before obeying, leaning forward until his nose was nearly touching Eddie's shaft. Eddie watched his nostrils flare as he inhaled, taking in the musky scent. Buck's pupils dilated, his breathing quickening slightly as Eddie groaned out. The sight of Buck’s face pressed up against his cock everything he’d been fantasizing about for weeks.
"Now stick out your tongue," Eddie said. "You can start by licking it, just to get it wet."
Buck moaned in affirmation before a tongue emerged from between his lips, all pink and soft. He leaned in, pressing the flat of his tongue against the base of Eddie's cock where it met his balls. Then he dragged upward in one long, slow lick, following the underside of the shaft all the way to the tip. The wet heat of his tongue left a glistening trail in its wake.
"Fuck," Eddie groaned, his hips jerking forward slightly. "Do that again."
Buck repeated the motion, his tongue pressing more firmly against Eddie's skin. He traced the prominent vein he'd felt earlier, following its path with the tip of his tongue. When he reached the head, he paused, his breath ghosting over the sensitive glans.
"Keep going," Eddie instructed, his voice roughening up. "Give the head some attention."
Buck obeyed, his tongue swirling around the flared head of Eddie's cock. He found the frenulum and lingered there, lapping at it with quick little licks that made Eddie clench his jaw. Pre-cum was leaking steadily now, and Buck's tongue caught it all, the salty taste making him pause for just a second before continuing.
"Good," Eddie praised, his fingers tightening in Buck's hair. "You're doing so good, Buck. Wrap your lips around it and suck. And watch those teeth."
Buck's mouth opened, his lips stretching around the thick head of Eddie's cock. The sight was obscene– those pretty pink lips wrapped around him, Buck's eyes fluttering closed as he concentrated on keeping his teeth out of the way. The wet heat of his mouth enveloped just the tip, and Eddie had to fight the urge to thrust forward, to push deeper into that warm mouth.
"Start sucking," Eddie ordered, and Buck did, cheeks hollowing as he created suction around the head. Eddie shivered at the pressure around his cock. "Harder."
Buck increased the pressure, his cheeks hollowing more dramatically. He kept his eyes on Eddie’s as he worked his tongue against the underside of the head, instinctively seeking out the most sensitive spots. Eddie's cock throbbed in reaction, more pre-cum leaking onto Buck's tongue.
"Fuck, that's good," Eddie groaned out. "When you’re ready, start moving. Try to take a little more, and keep sucking while you move."
After another minute of worshiping the head, Buck began to move, his head bobbing in shallow movements. He took another inch, then pulled back up to the tip. Then another inch, his lips sliding taut along Eddie's girth. Some spit was already starting to gather at the corners of his mouth and leak out, making every pass even more slick and sloppy. Every time Buck went as deep as he could, he pulled another deep groan out of Eddie that went directly to his own cock. But regardless of how enthusiastic Buck was with this blowjob, there was a bit of Eddie’s cock that he just couldn’t manage to fit into his mouth.
But Eddie was ready for a change in scenery; he wanted to be seated in his chair while he got to appreciate the look of Buck's face stuffed with cock. Eddie's fingers tightened in Buck's hair, just enough to command attention before drawing him off his cock. A moment later, Eddie rose from the edge of his desk and walked towards his chair. He guided Buck back with the same hold in his hair, steering him toward the space between his legs.
Buck followed on his knees, eager and compliant, until Eddie was firmly settled into his leather chair with a satisfied exhale. The chair creaked beneath his weight as he reclined slightly, spreading his thighs in clear invitation. Buck looked up at him, eyes wide and expectant, as if waiting for the next round of instructions. All the while, Eddie's hand remained tangled in Buck's hair.
"You can keep going now?" he asked, the question framed more as permission rather than inquiry. "Use your hand on what you can't fit," Eddie supplied, as if reading Buck’s mind. "Use your spit to stroke the base while you suck."
"Yes, Mr. Diaz," Buck's hand wrapped around the lower half of Eddie's cock, stroking in time with the movement of his mouth. The dual sensation– wet heat of Buck’s mouth and firm pressure of his fist–made Eddie's head fall back against his chair.
"Fuck, Buck. You're a natural at this. Look at you, sucking your boss's cock like you were made for it." Buck didn’t have to see Eddie’s face to hear the smile in his voice. "I want you to try taking more. But go slow– you're going to gag when it hits the back of your throat. Just breathe through your nose and try to relax."
Buck nodded before wordlessly pushing himself forward on Eddie’s cock, taking another inch. Then another. Eddie's cock was thick, stretching out Buck’s lips and pushing his jaw to the limit. When the head finally hit the back of Buck's throat, his body reacted instinctively. He gagged, his throat convulsing around Eddie's cock, and pulled off with a wet cough. Countless glistening strands of spit connected his lips to Eddie's dick as he heaved to catch his breath. Eddie just watched, stroking his thumb along Buck’s temple.
"Easy," Eddie soothed, though his voice was strained with pleasure. "You're just not used to it yet."
Buck gasped, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand while continuing to stroke Eddie’s cock with the other. His eyes were watering, tears gathering at the corners. "Sorry, I–"
"Don't apologize," Eddie cut him off. "You're doing exactly what you should be doing. Now try again. This time, when you feel the gag coming, swallow. It'll help open your throat."
Buck took a deep breath and dove back in, his lips wrapping around the head of Eddie's cock again. He stroked the shaft while licking around the head as he psyched himself up to try again; Eddie didn’t mind, he’d never complain about those lips anywhere near his cock. As Buck worked his way down again, slower this time, he hit that point again and Eddie felt him swallow. The convulsion of his throat around the tip of Eddie's cock was exquisite, and Eddie couldn’t stop himself from grinding forward into that tightness.
"Fuck, yes," Eddie hissed. "Just like that. Hold it there for a second."
Buck held still, keeping Eddie's cock lodged firmly in his throat, while his nose nearly touched Eddie's pelvis. His eyes were streaming now, tears rolling down his flushed cheeks. After a few seconds, he pulled back gasping for air.
"Good boy," Eddie praised. "You took it so deep. You're such a fast learner." He stroked Buck's hair and temple tenderly. "Just keep going now, use your hand and your mouth together. And keep your tongue moving– I want to feel it."
Buck settled into a rhythm, his head bobbing steadily. He'd take Eddie deep, his throat convulsing around the head, then pull back to the tip where he'd swirl his tongue before diving back down. His hand stroked the base, twisting slightly on each upstroke. Spit was dripping down his chin now, making obscene wet sounds with each movement.
"That's it," Eddie groaned. "Fuck, your mouth feels incredible. Are you sure this is your first time? You suck cock like a fuckin’ pro."
That made Buck moan loudly around Eddie's length, the vibration sending pleasure shooting up Eddie's spine. Buck’s efforts doubled, sucking harder, moving faster. His free hand came up to cup Eddie's balls, rolling them gently in his palm. Through all the wet gags around his cock, Eddie couldn't help but notice how Buck's hips were helplessly twitching forward, trying to get any semblance of friction on his poor neglected cock.
"Fuck, that's good," Eddie groaned. "Such a good little cocksucker. You just love having your mouth stuffed full of your boss's dick."
"yeph, lough ee" Buck moaned, the sound muffled by Eddie's dick in his throat. His eyes were glazed now, a combination of tears and spit making a mess of his face. His nose was running, mixing with the drool on his chin. He looked absolutely debauched– and Eddie had never seen anything hotter.
"Faster," Eddie ordered, his hips starting to thrust up, meeting Buck's downward movements. "Come on, Buck. Earn it. Show me you deserve it more than Kinard."
Buck's pace increased, his head bobbing frantically now. The wet sounds of his mouth on Eddie's cock filled the office– slurping, gagging, choking. His jaw had to be aching, stretched wide around Eddie's girth, but he didn't slow down. He was chasing it now, not just the promotion, but also the weight of Eddie's cock on his tongue. He needed it.
In his cock-drunk state, he let his guard down– he forgot to cover his teeth for just a moment, but that's all it took. Eddie's hand clamped down hard in Buck's hair, yanking him off with brutal efficiency. Buck gasped, sputtering, his eyes wide with confusion and alarm as he was wrenched backward.
"Teeth," Eddie spat out. His eyes were laser focused on Buck's face, his jaw clenched tight. "Told you to watch the teeth."
"I– I'm sorry, I'm so sorry Mr. Diaz, I didn't mean–" Buck stammered, his face draining of color as he knelt.
"It's okay," Eddie said, watching Buck's eyes fall back down to his spit-covered cock. "You were bound to make a mistake at some point. One scrape and I'm giving that promotion to Kinard. Y'understand?"
"Yes." Buck nodded rapidly, his whole body shaking. "Yes, I understand. I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. I'll be more careful. I promise."
"You better be," Eddie said sharply. He settled back into his chair, spreading his thighs in clear expectation. "This time, keep your teeth to yourself."
And then Buck was back on his cock with a renewed vigor. Thank God Eddie had the foresight of soundproofing his office when it was built; he'd assumed it would be convenient for confidential client meetings. Now, not traumatizing his secretary was just an added bonus.
"That's it," Eddie praised, almost slurring his words from feeling the silky stroke of Buck’s throat. "Take my cock. All the way down. Fuck, you're such a good boy. Such a perfect little slut for me."
Buck whimpered at mixed degradation and praise, his whole body shuddering. He pushed himself deeper, his nose pressing against Eddie's pelvis, holding there even as his throat convulsed violently around the head. Eddie let his head fall back, eyes closed, as he just felt Buck's throat work against his cock.
God, this was incredible. For the first time in weeks– months, maybe– his mind wasn't spinning with quarterly reports, board meetings, or the endless cascade of never-ending decisions that came with running a company this size. No shareholders demanding answers. No PR crisis management. Just the wet heat of Buck's mouth wrapped around his cock, alongside the obscene slurping sound, all accentuated by the sheer desperate eagerness radiating off his intern on his knees. Buck was drooling now, spit running down his chin and dripping onto his shirt, but he didn't seem to care. He was completely focused, servicing Eddie's cock like a fuckin' pro.
Eddie found himself appreciating it– the way Buck threw himself into this with such fervent need, especially how his eyes kept darting up to Eddie's face seeking approval. He was such a great employee; an ounce of this determination to his real work and Eddie could probably let go half of the other interns. Buck was just that good.
Eddie let him work for a few more minutes, just savoring Buck's mouth alongside the slurping sounds from his throat. He was getting kind of close, so he lightly pulled back on Buck's hair. Buck didn't seem to notice, seemingly too lost in the sensation of sucking cock. Eddie chuckled to himself before giving a firmer pull, and that's when Buck snapped back to reality. He finally pulled back, gasping with spit and pre-cum dripping from his swollen lips.
"You know," Eddie said casually, even as he took the liberty of laying his cock, shiny with Buck's spit, along the length of Buck's face. Buck accepted it eagerly, tongue darting out to give little kitten licks at the base, then open-mouthed tongue kisses on his balls. What a pretty picture. "Kinard just completed that draft proposal that wasn't due until next–"
Before Eddie could even finish speaking, Buck lifted back from worshipping Eddie’s balls and dove forward like a man starving. He swallowed Eddie's cock down in one smooth motion, gagging slightly but not pulling off.
"Holy shit," Eddie groaned, his hips snapping forward involuntarily. He wanted to rile Buck up just a little more, but it seemed like Buck had already learned how to shut him up. He was sloppy now, the little technique he'd just learned abandoned in favor of sheer enthusiasm. He sucked and licked and swallowed, his hand working the base in quick, tight strokes. Drool ran down his chin, soaking into his collar. His eyes were watering, tears tracking down his flushed cheeks, but he didn't stop.
"Christ, such a good cocksucker," Eddie panted, taking the liberty of fucking into Buck's mouth in shallow thrusts; Eddie just loved feeling Buck's throat click around every push. Buck's other hand had managed to slithered into his own pants, stripping his cock in desperate little strokes. "Didn't know we were in the business of hiring such eager little sluts."
Eddie was getting close, balls drawing up and pleasure coiling tight in his gut. He’d love to dump his load right down Buck's throat– but he wasn't ready to come yet. He had other plans.
He pulled Buck off his cock again, this time more forcefully. Buck fully whined at the loss, lurching forward in an attempt to fit that cock between his lips again.
Time for Eddie to play his trump-card.
"This morning," Eddie said, "The floor manager sent me a very compelling letter of recommendation for Kinard." He watched as Buck's face crumpled through a rapid series of emotions– despair, panic. He was still on his knees, looking up at Eddie with wild eyes. "Case in point, I'm not sure a blowjob will be enough to beat him out anymore."
Buck's eyes went wide, his mouth falling open. "Wait– no, I haven't even– you haven't come yet," he protested, his voice cracking with desperation. He reached for Eddie's cock, tongue already lolling out, but Eddie moved his chair back. "I can make you come, I promise. I'll make you come so hard, Eddie, just let me–"
"Like I said," Eddie interrupted, his tone cutting through Buck's pleading like a blade, "a blowjob's not going to cut it."
A small, nervous smile tugged at the corner of Buck's lips as it clicked into place. His whole body flushed deeper, a mixture of fear and anticipation flooding through him.
"I could, uh–" Buck's voice wavered as he forced himself to meet Eddie's eyes. "I mean, if you wanted... I could offer you something else...?" He swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing visibly. The words tumbled out in a rush, and Buck's entire face flushed crimson. He bit his lower lip nervously while his eyes searched Eddie's face, silently begging for some sign of approval.
"What are you thinking exactly, Mr. Buckley?" Eddie gave him another smile. The comedy of the situation wasn't lost on him; he had an intern on his knees, face-to-face with his stiff cock, and they were negotiating terms as if this was some corporate meeting.
"You could, um, you could have my ass, Mr. Diaz." Buck's voice cracked. He took a shaky breath, his hands fidgeting. "It's never been... I mean, no one's ever..." He trailed off, shame and hope warring across his features. "But I want you to be first. I really do. I want to please you, Mr. Diaz. I want to show you that I'm worth it"
"That's… quite a compelling offer," Eddie leaned back in his chair, stroking his cock slowly as he considered Buck with an expression of theatrical doubt. "Are you sure you can handle that? I don't want you biting off more than you can chew."
Buck's eyes were wide and pleading, his entire body tense. He was completely at Eddie's mercy, and they both knew it.
"I won't," Buck said, his voice taking on a sultry edge. "I can take it. I want to take it." He reached out, running his fingers along Eddie's thigh. "I want to feel you inside me, Mr. Diaz. I want to ride you until you come so hard you forget Kinard's name."
Eddie's cock jerked visibly at that, and he had to bite back a groan, and Buck couldn't help to hide a small grin at Eddie's visceral reaction. Eddie cleared his throat, forcing his expression back into one of skeptical consideration. "That's very bold talk from someone who's never done this before."
"Then let me prove it," Buck said, his eyes burning with a mixture of recklessness and genuine desire. He leaned forward, his voice dropping to a whisper. "Please. I'll be so good for you. You'll be my first, Mr. Diaz. You don't want to feel my virgin ass around your dick? Don't want to pop my cherry?"
Eddie felt his control slip for just a moment– Buck was way too good at dirty talk, far better than he could’ve ever expected. The kid had a natural talent for seduction when he wasn't panicking. Eddie stroked his cock once more, watching Buck's pupils dilate as he tracked the movement.
"You really want this that badly?" Eddie asked, studying Buck’s face.
Buck's mind was racing. Would he really give up his anal virginity just for a promotion at some company? He'd fooled around with guys before– handjobs in college dorm rooms, gotten blown a few times at some parties– but he'd never gone down south like this.
That being said, this whole situation was straight out of his very newly established fantasies. The ones he'd been having for months now, ever since he'd first laid eyes on Mr. Diaz his first day at Diaz Enterprises. He'd never given his attraction to guys much thought before, but the horniness Buck had been experiencing lately was unprecedented. Eddie's cock alone had already exceeded every fantasy Buck had conjured up alone in his apartment. The weight of it on his tongue, the taste of precome and salt and musk. He'd never have thought the way it had made his jaw ache and his eyes water would have his own dick leaking like a faucet. He'd never felt anything like it. Never been so completely captivated by pleasuring another person's body.
He was hypnotized by it now, the image of Eddie's thick length glistening with his spit, by how Eddie stroked himself with such casual confidence. Buck's resolve had evaporated the moment Eddie's cock had touched his lips. The truth was he'd probably beg Eddie to fuck him right now, even without the promotion dangling over his head. He just wanted to feel Eddie split him open.
But Eddie could never know that; Buck needed the leverage. If Eddie knew how desperately Buck actually wanted this, Buck would lose what little power he had left in this dynamic. So Buck kept his expression carefully desperate, kept his voice pleading, and prayed Eddie couldn't see the truth written all over his face.
"More than anything," Buck whispered.
Eddie smiled then, slow and predatory. He'd already made up his mind the moment the word left Buck's mouth, but watching Buck squirm and beg and seduce him had been the cherry on top. "Alright then, Mr. Buckley. You've sold me." He gestured to his lap. "Come here."
Eddie leaned back in his chair, stroking his cock slowly as he studied Buck with dark, hungry eyes. "Strip first," he commanded. "And give me a show. I want to see what I'm getting."
Buck scrambled to his feet, his fingers trembling as they worked the buttons of his shirt. He fumbled with them, his nervousness evident, but eventually got the shirt open and shrugged it off his shoulders. The fabric pooled at his feet.
"Slower," Eddie ordered, his voice dropping an octave. "Turn around. Let me see all of you."
Buck obeyed, turning in a slow circle. His chest was exactly as Eddie had imagined– defined pecs, smooth skin, small pink nipples that were already hard in the cool office air. His stomach was toned, abs visible beneath his skin.
"Touch yourself," Eddie said. "Run your hands over that body. This is Business 101, Mr. Buckley. Keep the customer satisfied."
Buck's face flushed deeper, but his hands came up to his chest. He ran his palms over his pecs, fingers ghosting over his nipples, and Eddie watched them stiffen even further. Buck's hands traveled down his stomach, tracing the faint lines of his abs, then to his thighs where they stroked over the fabric of his slacks.
"Fuck," Eddie breathed, his cock throbbing in his hand as he loosely twisted his wrist. "Gorgeous. Keep going, and lose the pants."
Buck kicked off his shoes and hooked his thumbs into his waistband, shoving his slacks and underwear down in one motion. His cock sprang free, hard and leaking, curving up toward his stomach. It was impressive– thick and flushed, the head already sheen with precome.
Eddie found it charming that such a big cock was reduced to just a useless, drooling mess under his authority.
"Mierda," Eddie muttered, drinking in the sight. Buck was perfect; all lean muscle and smooth skin, standing naked in his office like an offering. "Come here."
Buck crossed to him on shaky legs. Eddie reached past him to pull open his desk drawer, retrieving the bottle of lube he kept there for extenuating circumstances. Circumstances exactly like this one.
"You seriously never done this before?" Eddie asked, popping the cap and slicking up his fingers. "Never had a cock in your ass?"
Buck shook his head, his eyes wide as he watched Eddie's fingers. "No. I mean, I've– fingers, but never–"
"Never had a cock," Eddie finished, his voice rough with arousal. The thought made his dick throb, made fresh precome ooze from the tip. Fuck. Eddie had already been the first to take Buck's mouth, and now he was going to claim his ass. It couldn’t get much better than this. "Turn around and bend over my desk."
Buck obeyed, turning and bracing his hands on the polished wood surface. Eddie stood, moving behind him, and placed a hand on Buck's lower back.
"Spread your legs wider," Eddie directed, and Buck did, thighs trembling.
Eddie gripped one of Buck's ass cheeks and pulled, spreading him open, and the sight that greeted him made his breath catch in his throat.
Fuck. Buck's hole was perfect. Pink and tight, the furl of muscle clenching reflexively under Eddie's gaze. It was so small, and Eddie found himself completely captivated. He'd seen plenty of asses in his time– had fucked his way through enough to lose count– but something about this one, about Buck's virgin hole, made his mouth water. He was probably the only one to ever see it, which made it all the more precious.
The pink rim was flawless, and Eddie could see it flutter with each of Buck's nervous breaths. It looked so fucking tight that Eddie wasn't even sure how he was going to fit inside.
"Mr. Diaz?" Buck's voice was small, uncertain, and Eddie realized he'd been staring for a little too long.
"It’s perfect," Eddie murmured, almost to himself. His thumb traced the crease of Buck's ass, getting closer to his hole but not quite touching it yet. Before Eddie could second-guess it, he dropped to his knees behind Buck.
"Mr. Diaz?" Buck asked again, voice pitched up in confusion. "What’re you–"
Eddie didn't answer. In one fluid motion, he spread Buck's cheeks even wider, leaned in, and dragged his tongue right over Buck's hole.
The taste exploded across his tongue– clean and slightly salty, with an edge of musk that made Eddie's head spin. Buck's hole clenched against his tongue, and Eddie groaned, the sound vibrating against Buck's skin. Eddie licked again, slower this time, circling the tight rim with the tip of his tongue. Buck's entire body went rigid, a choked moan escaping his throat.
"Fuck!" Buck shouted, his hands scrabbling at the desk. "What– oh my god–"
"Quiet," Eddie pulled back just enough to speak, breath hot against Buck's now wet skin. He pressed his teeth into the swell of Buck’s ass, lightly biting at the supple flesh. "Or else someone's going to hear you. Just relax and enjoy it."
He dove back in before Buck could respond, his tongue pressing more insistently against that tight ring of muscle. He'd never in his life expected Buck to taste so fucking good. Eddie found himself getting lost in Buck's hole fluttered against his tongue and his desperate keens. His own cock was leaking steadily now, throbbing between his legs, but he ignored it. He'd have plenty of time to get off inside this sweet ass once he's loosened Buck up a little.
Eddie's tongue circled Buck's rim again, getting it wet and relaxed, before he tried to press inside. The resistance was immediate– Buck was so fucking tight– but Eddie worked up the pressure from his tongue deeper, feeling Buck's body slowly yield to the intrusion.
"Oh god, oh god, oh god–" Buck was chanting, his voice breaking on each word. His whole body was shaking now, trembling so hard that Eddie had to grip his hips to hold him steady.
Eddie pulled back, admiring his work. Buck's hole was glistening now, wet with spit, and the pink rim slightly swollen. It clenched rhythmically, and Eddie watched, mesmerized, as it fluttered open and closed.
"You taste really fucking good," Eddie murmured, his voice rough. He brought his lubed finger to Buck's hole, circling the wet rim. "I could eat this sweet little ass all day."
"Please," Buck whimpered, and Eddie wasn't sure what he was begging for.
"I'll take care of you," Eddie promised, and he meant it. "Make you remember this for the rest of your life"
Right as he said that, he pressed the tip of his finger inside. Buck's hole, barely loosened by his tongue, clenched tight around the intrusion. Eddie kept the pressure steady, not forcing it, but rather just letting Buck's body adjust. Buck was a mess of moans, canting his hips back in aborted motions, whining against Eddie's one finger.
"Breathe, Buck," Eddie instructed. "Push out against my finger."
Buck took a shaky breath, and Eddie felt him try to relax. His finger slid in to the first knuckle, and Buck gasped, his back arching.
"That's it," Eddie praised, working his finger deeper, before pumping slowly, letting Buck adjust to the sensation. . "You're doing so good. Taking my finger so well."
"But God, you're tight," Eddie continued. He couldn't help himself– he leaned in and licked around where his finger was buried in Buck's ass, tasting the mix of lube and Buck's skin. "You're gonna squeeze me so fucking good."
Buck moaned, his hips shifting back slightly, trying to take Eddie's finger deeper. Eddie obliged, working his finger into the knuckle, then crooking it to search for Buck's prostate.
When he found it, Buck cried out, whole body jerking against the desk. His hand flailed, knocking over a stack of papers that scattered across the floor. Eddie didn't care. There was only one thing going through Eddie’s mind right now; if Buck was so worked up over just one finger, he’d be the picture of sin hanging off his cock.
"Thereeeee it is," Eddie whispered with satisfaction. He stroked insistently over that spot again, watching Buck's thighs tremble, watching his hole clench around Eddie's finger. "That feels good, doesn't it?"
"Holy fuck, yes," Buck gasped. "Yes, fuck, yes– please–"
Eddie didn't respond verbally, instead choosing to add his tongue back into the mix. He started licking around his finger as he pumped it slowly in and out of Buck's ass. The combination seemed to drive Buck wild– he was making these broken, desperate sounds. All without a single hand on his cock.
Eddie glanced up to see Buck melting against the desk, his earlier shock dissolving into pure pleasure. His forehead pressed against the polished wood, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps. Eddie worked him open slowly, his tongue and finger moving in tandem, and he could feel Buck's body gradually relaxing more and more.
"Such a good boy," Eddie murmured against Buck's skin. "Taking it so well. It's like you were made for this, weren't you? Made to be opened up on my fingers."
When he decided Buck was loose enough, Eddie added a second finger. The additional stretch made Buck yelp, hole squeezing tight, but Eddie kept his tongue working, kept the pleasure flowing, and slowly Buck's body surrendered.
"That's it," Eddie encouraged, scissoring his fingers to stretch Buck wider. "Look at you– taking two fingers already. You're going to be able to take my cock like a champ, aren't you?"
"Yes," Buck whimpered. "Please, Mr. Diaz– I want it bad–"
Eddie pumped his fingers slowly, curling them to stroke Buck's prostate with each thrust. Buck was panting now, and Eddie could see a puddle of precome forming on the floor beneath Buck's cock. Eddie added more lube and worked a third finger in, feeling Buck's body give in. The stretch was significant now, and Buck was moaning like he was getting plowed.
"You're incredible," Eddie praised. "Taking three fingers now. Opened up so nice for me, think you're ready for my cock?"
"Yes, yes" Buck chanted. "Please– I'm ready– need your dick."
Eddie withdrew his fingers slowly, watching Buck's rim flutter around the absence. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, tasting Buck's musk on his lips, then stood and walked back to his leather chair. The chair creaked as he settled into it, his cock jutting upward, flushed dark and glistening with even more precum.
Buck remained bent over the desk, breathing hard, his hole now slick and open, clenching on nothing. After a moment, he glanced over his shoulder, confusion flickering across his flushed face.
"Mr. Diaz?" Buck's voice was uncertain. "I thought, weren’t you were going to–"
Eddie laughed, low and rich with amusement. "What, you thought I was just going to bend you over and fuck you like that?" He leaned back in his chair, one hand wrapping around his cock to stroke it lazily. "I seem to remember you saying something about riding me till I forgot Kinard's name?"
Buck's eyes widened, his face going that signature shade of crimson. "I– that was just– I didn't think–"
"Oh, you meant it." Eddie patted his thighs, spreading his legs wider. "Time to pay up, Buck. Come here."
For a moment, Buck just stared, his chest heaving, his cock bobbing with each breath. Then he straightened on trembling legs and crossed the short distance to Eddie's chair. His movements were hesitant, uncertain, as if he couldn't quite believe this was happening.
"That's it," Eddie encouraged, his voice dropping to a purr. "Come sit on my lap."
Buck positioned himself carefully, one knee on either side of Eddie's thighs, straddling him. Their cocks aligned between them, both hard and leaking, and the contact made them both hiss. Buck's hands came to rest on Eddie's shoulders for balance, his fingers digging into the fabric of Eddie's expensive shirt.
Eddie looked up at Buck's face– flushed and beautiful, blue eyes dark with arousal and nervousness– and felt a surge of possessive satisfaction. His very own intern slut.
"Look at you," Eddie murmured, wrapping one hand around both their cocks. Buck gasped, his hips jerking forward involuntarily. "Such a big dick too"
Eddie stroked them together, his grip firm, watching Buck's face contort with pleasure. Their cocks slid against each other, slick with precum and lube, and the friction was utterly delicious. Buck's length disappeared almost entirely beneath his own– Eddie nearly came just from watching Buck's undeniable length dwarfed by his own. Buck didn't seem to notice, breaths coming up in short pants and eyes fluttering closed.
"Eyes on me," Eddie commanded, and Buck's eyes snapped open, glazed over. "Gooood. I want to see your face when you sit on my dick."
Eddie stroked them a few more times, savoring the weight of both their cocks in his hand, especially when Buck trembled above him with every twist of his wrist. He released them, reaching for Buck's hips instead. He lifted Buck easily, positioning him while he used his other hand to guide his cock right against Buck's entrance.
The head of his cock pressed against Buck's loosened rim, and Eddie could feel Buck's breath hitch.
"You can control the pace," Eddie said, his voice strained with the effort of holding still. "I don't want you hurting yourself. Take it as slow as you need."
Buck nodded, biting his lip, and began to lower himself. The head of Eddie's cock breached his rim, and they both groaned. Buck's body yielded more easily now after all the preparation, but three fingers was nothing compared to Eddie's cock Buck sank down inch by inch, his thighs trembling with the effort of controlling his descent. He made it about halfway before he stopped, his whole body going taut. His breathing turned from shallow to ragged, desperate little pants escaping his lips.
"I can't–" Buck whimpered, his voice breaking. "Mr. Diaz, it’s too big, I can't– it's too much– there's no way I can fit all of–"
"You can," Eddie assured him, but Buck was shaking his head back and forth, unable to look him in the eyes.
"It's too big," Buck repeated, almost crying. "I can't–"
Eddie cupped the back of Buck's neck and pulled him down into a kiss. It wasn't exactly gentle– far from it, actually. Eddie's mouth crashed against Buck's with a bruising force. His tongue pushed past Buck's lips before he could react, invading Buck's mouth like he owned it. Because he did. He owned all of Buck right now– his body, his mouth, his desperate little hole stretched around him.
Buck made a startled sound, something between a gasp and a whimper, his lips parting in shock. The surprise gave Eddie exactly what he needed– complete access. Eddie's tongue swept inside, licking along Buck's teeth, the roof of his mouth, tangling with Buck's tongue in a battle Buck had absolutely no hope of winning.
The taste was intoxicating– he could still taste the phantom of Buck’s ass on his tongue. And he made sure Buck tasted it too. He pushed his tongue deeper, forcing Buck to accept the taste of his own body. He moved his tongue with purpose, licking into every corner of his mouth, even pushing deep enough to make Buck gag slightly. He needed to distract Buck, but also wanted him to taste himself, to feel owned from the inside out. The kiss was filthy, perhaps more intimate than the cock currently splitting Buck open.
Buck's lips were soft and yielding under Eddie's assault, growing slick with saliva as the kiss deepened. Eddie could feel the heat radiating from Buck's flushed face, could taste the desperation in how Buck's tongue cautiously responded, trying to keep up with Eddie's demanding jabs, while the wet sounds of their mouths moving together filled the office.
Eddie's hand tightened on the back of Buck's neck, fingers digging into the tender skin, holding Buck exactly where he wanted him. His other hand gripped Buck's hip hard enough to bruise, anchoring Buck in place.
And Buck melted. Eddie felt the exact moment Buck's resistance crumbled, body going pliant and soft in Eddie's grip. Buck's hands, which had been braced against Eddie's shoulders, relaxed, fingers curling into Eddie's shirt instead of pushing away. A small, desperate sound escaped Buck's throat, muffled by Eddie's mouth, and Eddie swallowed it greedily.
Buck's thighs, which were already trembling with effort, gave way at that exact moment. His body sank down another two inches onto Eddie's cock, causing Eddie's grip on his hips to tighten. Buck's eyes flew open, wide and startled, as he tried to lift himself back up. But there was Eddie's hand on his hip, holding him firm, keeping him right where he was.
Eddie pulled away from the kiss just enough to speak, his lips still brushing against Buck's with every word. "Told you," he murmured, his voice rough and approving. "You can take it, my good boy."
Buck was panting, his chest heaving against Eddie's, his eyes glazed and unfocused. "I– I didn't–"
"Shh." Eddie pressed a softer kiss to Buck's swollen lips, then another to the corner of his mouth. "You're doing so well, Buck. You can take the rest, I know you can."
"I don't know if–"
"I do." Eddie's hand moved from Buck's hip to his face. "You're already more than halfway there. I wouldn’t lie to you, just a little more, baby. Just a little more and you'll have all of me."
The endearment– baby– sent a palpable shudder through Buck's body. His eyes searched Eddie's face before something shifted in his expression. The fear didn't disappear entirely, but it was joined by determination. It was the same ambition that had brought him to his knees in the first place.
Buck's hands slowly moved back up from Eddie's shirt to his shoulders, gripping tight for leverage. He took a deep breath, his eyes locked on Eddie's, and began to lower himself again. Buck let himself fall down slowly, face contorting with the effort and the stretch, but he didn't stop again.
"That's my good boy," Eddie praised, watching Buck's face intently. Buck whimpered into Eddie's shoulder, but he kept going
"Almost there," Eddie encouraged, his hands back on Buck's hips, now pushing down just a little to encourage him. "Just a little more. You're almost there, Buck. Almost–"
Buck's ass finally met Eddie's thighs with a soft thud of skin on skin. Eddie's cock was now fully sheathed inside him, buried to the absolute hilt in Buck's tight, virgin heat. Buck had done it. His rim was stretched obscenely around Eddie's dick, contracting sporadically around the girth that had bullied it's way into him.
"Fuck," Buck gasped, voice barely above a whisper. "Oh fuck, oh god, I–"
"You did," Eddie confirmed. "You fit it all in, just like I said you could."
Eddie pulled back so he could get a good look at Buck's face. Buck's eyes were wide, dazed, his lips swollen and wet. Buck's mouth opened, but no words came out. He kept trying, mouth opening and closing, like the beginning of his sentence kept running away from him.
"It's amazing," Buck finally managed, voice barely above a whisper. "I've never– I can feel you everywhere, Mr. Diaz. It's like– like you're in my chest, in my throat, I can't–"
Eddie held still, letting Buck adjust to the fullness of him. He could feel Buck's body trembling, the sweltering heat of his ass clenching then unclenching around Eddie's cock endlessly as he acclimated. Eddie's hands remained steady on Buck's hips, giving him space to breathe. It was difficult enough for someone to take his whole dick, nevertheless for his first time, so Eddie let him rest for a moment.
But Eddie was never the patient type. Buck was just sitting there, existing on Eddie's cock like he had all the time in the world. As if Eddie wasn't fighting every nerve in his body not to thrust up into that tightness and just pound away. Eddie didn't want to be pushy for Buck's first time, but this wasn't a spa day.
"C'mon Buck," Eddie grunted, his hand coming down lightly on Buck's ass– a teasing slap that echoed through the office while pulling a beautiful moan from Buck. "Show me what you've got."
Buck, seemingly adjusted, lifted himself experimentally an inch or two, then sank back down. They both groaned at the sensation. Buck did it again, slow and careful at first. His thighs flexed as he worked himself on Eddie's length, rising and falling in a steady cadence. Buck's own cock was drooling pre-come all over Eddie's shirt in vain. How cute.
"That's it," Eddie encouraged, his hands sliding from Buck's hips to his ass, soothing his flank. "Just like that. Ride my cock."
Buck's movements gradually became more confident. He rose higher, letting Eddie's cock slide until just the head was nestled between his rim before dropping back down, taking it deep. The angle was perfect, with Eddie's cock dragging against Buck's prostate with each stroke. Buck's moans grew louder, more desperate. All the while, Eddie kept running his hands over the globes of Buck's ass, appreciating the soft give of the flesh beneath his palms. He kneaded the muscle, watching how it bounced with each of Buck's movements. He squeezed hard, leaving a series of hand prints across the smooth skin, watching them fade and reappear as Buck continued to move.
"Fuck," Buck gasped, his head falling back. "Oh fuck, Eddie, it feels– I can't believe–"
"Can't believe what?" Eddie prompted, watching Buck's face with rapt attention. He was pumping his hips up now, meeting Buck halfway.
"Can't-- can't believe I've never, unghh, done this before," Buck whined out, his voice wrecked. "Never more than my fingers– and now I can't– fuck, I can't imagine not having this–"
Eddie groaned, the confession sending a bolt of heat through his stomach. "You like it that much?"
"Yes," Buck sobbed, his pace increasing as he ground down on Eddie's hips. "Yes, I love it, I love your cock, I love it so–"
He was riding Eddie in earnest now, bouncing on his lap with increasing desperation. The sounds were obscene– the slap of skin on skin, the wet squelch of lube, Buck's broken moans and Eddie's restrained grunts of pleasure.
Eddie was mesmerized. Buck was beautiful like this– head thrown back, mouth open, just completely lost in the sensation of being fucked. His body moved with fluid grace despite his inexperience, taking Eddie's cock like he was made for it. Just the sight of his dick disappearing into Buck's stretched rim over and over again was almost enough to make Eddie come right then and there.
"Look at you," Eddie breathed. "Fucking yourself on my cock like a desperate whore."
"Yes," Buck gasped, his movements becoming frantic, erratic. One of his hands snaked down and wrapped around his cock, stroking himself in time with his movements. "Eddie," Buck whimpered, voice high and strained. He was barely lifting himself up anymore, instead opting to just grind down on Eddie's cock. "Eddie, I think I'm close, it feels so–"
"Yeah?" Eddie's voice was mocking. "You going to come, Buck? Gonna come from my cock?"
"Yes," Buck sobbed into Eddie's shoulder, stripping his cock impossibly faster. "Yes, please, I'm going to–"
"Then come," Eddie whispered right into Buck's ear before licking into it.
That was all it took. Buck's whole body seized, back arching, his hole clamping down on Eddie's cock like a fist. His cock jerked in his hand, spurting endless ropes of thick cum across both their shirts, their stomachs, one even reaching Eddie's chin. Buck was shaking violently in Eddie’s lap as his orgasm tore through him; if Eddie didn’t know any better, he’d be worried he was epileptic or something.
After a few moments he collapsed forward, letting his full weight fall against Eddie's chest like a rag-doll. He was still trembling, gasping for air while he milked out his dick with his fist. His body wracked with the aftershocks, which Eddie could feel through every squeeze of his hole.
Eddie wrapped his arms around Buck, holding him close, feeling Buck's racing heartbeat against his chest. He pressed a chaste kiss to Buck's temple, tasting sweat and satisfaction.
"Good boy," Eddie murmured. "Did so well for me."
Buck whimpered, keeping his face buried in Eddie's neck. They stayed like that for a long moment, before Eddie started shifting his hips, grinding up into Buck's oversensitive hole
"Eddie–" Buck's gasped, he was basically pleading. "I can't–"
"Shh," Eddie soothed, but his hands were already moving, gripping Buck's hips, lifting him off Eddie's cock. Buck whimpered at the loss, his thoroughly fucked hole clenching on nothing. Eddie stood, bringing Buck with him, then turned him around and bent him over the desk.
"Wait, wait" Buck said, confusion in his voice. He looked over his shoulder at Eddie, his eyes glazed and satisfied. "I thought– aren't we done?"
"Done?" Eddie let out a laugh, dark and humorless. He pointed at his dick, still hard between his legs. "I haven't come yet, Buck. No, we're not done."
Buck's eyes widened in realization, panic flickering across his face. "But– Eddie, it’s so sensitive, I can't–"
"Maybe you should've thought about that before blowing your load too early," Eddie retorted. He gripped his still-hard cock, slapping it against Buck's ass with a wet smack. Once. Twice. Three times. "Promotion isn't yours unless I'm happy with the deal, Buck. So what's it going to be?"
Buck's breath hitched, his body trembling. Eddie could see the war playing out on his face, until finally, Buck's shoulders sagged in surrender.
"Okay," Buck whispered, his voice breaking. "Okay, whatever you need."
"Smart boy," Eddie praised, satisfaction curling through him. “Hold yourself open for me."
Buck hesitated for only a moment before reaching back with both hands, gripping his ass cheeks and pulling them apart. He was exposing his used hole completely to Eddie's gaze. Eddie stepped closer, his eyes fixed on Buck's rim.
It was a mess. Swollen angry and red, glistening with both lube and spit, still clenching weakly from Buck's recent orgasm. Eddie could see just how thoroughly he'd opened Buck up, how the rim was still slightly gaped, struggling to close. It was sloppy, debauched, absolutely perfect.
"Look at that," Eddie murmured, running his thumb around the rim, feeling it twitch pitifully under his touch. "You're so stretched out and sloppy."
Buck whimpered, his fingers digging into his own flesh as he struggled to hold himself open. His cock was flaring back to life, starting to leak onto Eddie's desk.
"But that's fine," Eddie continued, lining himself up so that the head was nestled firmly against the ring of Buck's entrance. "I actually prefer it that way."
He pushed in with one smooth thrust, burying himself balls-deep. Buck’s hole yielded easily, swallowing Eddie's cock like it was made for it. The heat was still there, the rough drag still perfect against his dick, but now there was a pliant, almost liquid quality Buck's body. Like he was fucking a warm, molten fleshlight.
"Fuck," Eddie groaned, his head falling back. "That’s just perfect."
Buck cried out, his back arching and his grip faltering. "Eddie– mnggghhh– my god–"
"You’re okay," Eddie said, pulling out and slamming back in. The slide was effortless, Buck's hole offering no resistance, and Eddie could feel every inch of his ass quivering around his dick. "You said you'd do anything for this promotion. So just let me use you now."
Eddie set a brutal pace, burying himself into Buck with abandon. There was no finesse now, no careful preparation or gentle guidance. He was chasing his own pleasure, using Buck's body like a toy, and Buck took it, taking everything Eddie gave him. The desk was shaking with the force of Eddie's thrusts, even more papers and pens scattering to the floor. Buck’s spent cock was rapidly hardening again, trapped between his body and the desk.
"Such a good little slut," Eddie panted, his fingers digging bruises into Buck's hips. "This is what you wanted, isn't it? To be fucked like a whore in my office."
"Yes," Buck sobbed, his voice muffled against the desk. "Yes, ah ah ah fuck, yes–"
Buck's body responded different now; every time Eddie pulled back, Buck's rim was practically kissing his tip. Eddie knew that Buck was probably skirting the edge of overstimulation, that this was definitely pushing his limits for his first time. But Buck's ass felt too fucking good to stop.
"You're so responsive now," Eddie groaned, angling his hips to hit Buck's prostate dead-on. Buck wailed, his body convulsing on the desk. Nonetheless, he kept holding himself open, eager to please Eddie. It gave Eddie the freedom to use one his hands to press down on Buck’s shoulder blades, accentuating his arch. "Your ass just swallows me up now, doesn't it? Learned its place."
"Eddie–" Buck's words were slurred, barely coherent. His eyes were rolling back, a moan punched out of him with every snap of Eddie's hips "I’m gonna– uh uh uh– I'm gonna–"
"Yeah?" Eddie fucked into him harder, faster, relishing in the plap plap plap of lube squelching with every impact of hips. "You gonna come again? You like getting fucked dumb on my dick?"
Buck could only sob. Eddie was keenly aware of his own orgasm building, pleasure coiling tight at the base of his spine, but he was determined to make Buck fall apart first. He stopped pushing down on Buck’s back and reached around, wrapping his hand around Buck's half-hard cock, and Buck screamed. His whole body seized without warning; one moment he was sobbing on Eddie’s dick, and the next he was coming, cock jerking in Eddie's hand as he squirted– actually squirted– all over Eddie's desk. Thin rivulets of cum painted the polished wood, dripping unceremoniously onto the floor. It was far more than Eddie was expecting for a second orgasm, but he definitely wasn’t complaining. He kept the firm pressure of his palm stroking against Buck’s dick. It was almost amusing; every time Eddie would squeeze around the tip, Buck’s hole would clamp down harder, essentially trying to suck the come straight out of Eddie’s cock.
"Shit–" Eddie slammed in deep one final time and came with a roar, his cock jerking inside Buck as he emptied himself. The pleasure crashed through him in unimaginable waves, and he ground his hips against Buck's ass to make sure every drop was buried deep inside. Buck was still shaking, still coming from the looks of it, body struggling to overcome the high of his second orgasm. His hole was milking Eddie's dick, pulling every last drop of Eddie’s come deep into his guts.
Eddie collapsed forward, letting his torso blanket Buck's back while bracing his hands on the desk on either side of Buck's body. His cock was still buried inside, but they stayed like that for a long moment, both too wrung out to move.
After a long few minutes, Eddie straightened, letting his softening cock slip out of Buck. He would've preferred to stay there forever, but this performance evaluation meeting had already gone on for far too long to seem reasonable. Eddie opted instead to watch, enamoured, as his cum began to leak out of Buck's well-used hole, trickling down his thighs in thick runnels. He grabbed some tissues and wiped Buck down, actively fighting the urge to finger his load back in. As much as Eddie wanted Buck to stay with a load stuffed nice and safe in his ass, he could tell Buck was riding a Cloud-9 of overstimulation right now. He didn’t want to risk prodding Buck’s prostate and ruining his high while working his load back in. A shame. Instead, he soothingly ran his thumb over Buck’s puffy hole one last time, just to feel it’s weak attempt at a pucker.
Eddie tucked himself back into his pants then helped Buck stand back up. He'd barely recovered from his two soul-shattering orgasms; his legs were shaking so badly he could barely support his own weight, and Eddie had to steady him. Their eyes caught, and they spent a moment just staring at each other in silence.
It was Eddie who spoke first.
"Well, the promotion's yours, Mr. Buckley" Eddie said slowly. "You've definitely proven yourself as a… dedicated employee"
It took Buck a few seconds to lift his head up, but he still managed to give a small grin despite his exhaustion. His eyes were half-lidded, the faint remains of his tears streaked all over his face. "Thank you, thank you, Mr. Diaz, thank you.” He said it kind of dumbly, and Eddie had to hold back a chuckle.
Eddie nodded, expecting Buck to gather his clothes and leave. But Buck lingered, shifting his weight from foot to foot, his face flushing deeper. He’d composed himself now, obviously more recovered from the two orgasms Eddie had fucked out of him, but he was still nervously fiddling his fingers while half-naked in the middle of his office.
"Mr, Buckley?" Eddie asked, one eyebrow raised. “Was there something else you needed?
"I was just thinking–" Buck bit his lip, his fingers twisting together nervously. "I was wondering if maybe I could, um, put in some more overtime? With you?"
"What are you implying, Mr. Buckley?" Eddie's eyebrow climbed higher, surprise flickering across his face. He'd half expected this to be a one-time transaction, a quid pro quo that ended with both of them getting what they wanted. Eddie getting to fuck his hot intern, Buck getting an unexampled promotion.
But here Buck was, asking for more. What a perfect little employee.
Eddie started to grin, and Buck's face turned a deep, mortified red. "I just think, um, there's a lot I can learn from you, Mr. Diaz," he stammered, his eyes darting away. "About the business. And, you know, professional development. Stuff like that. If you’d be willing, of course."
The grin spread into a devilish smile across Eddie's face. "I'll do you one better," he said, his voice dropping as he stared right into Buck's eyes. "I think I'll be personally handling your performance reviews from now on." He punctuated the statement with a wink. "We'll schedule regular one-on-ones. Make sure you're meeting all my expectations."
“"Yes, sir.” Buck's breath caught, and Eddie could see the mixture of relief and anticipation in his eyes. “Thank you, sir."
"Now get dressed and get back to work." Eddie said, letting himself survey Buck’s naked form one last time before turning back to his desk. "I'll have your new contract sent down by end of today”
-
A week later, the intern pool was buzzing with speculation.
"Have you seen Buck's new office?" Sarah whispered to Marcus and Jennifer, huddled around the coffee machine. "It's right next to Mr. Diaz's. Like, sharing a wall."
"That's weird, right?" Marcus frowned. "Junior analysts usually get the cubicles on the third floor."
"He got promoted to be Mr. Diaz' personal assistant after a week of junior analyst" Ravi butted in to grab a coffee. "Buck told me it was about Mr. Diaz really appreciating his work ethic or something."
"I wish Mr. Diaz would appreciate my ethic like that" Jennifer grumbled while pouring herself a cup.
Meanwhile in his office, Eddie smiled to himself as he heard Buck's knock on the connecting door between their rooms. Right on schedule.
This was going to be a very productive working relationship indeed.