Thread by @glymrs

@rinaaaagurl @alyson_trash BY's so tired. Exhausted after the long, overseas conference, worn out from thinking in a language not his own, and so, so tired of fighting his feelings. ZYL is the best personal assistant anyone could ask for, smart, sensitive to his boss's needs, independent.

He's also hot.

@rinaaaagurl @alyson_trash He shouldn't be thinking that, he reminds himself. He leans back in the folding chair and closes his eyes for a moment, grasping for control. Letting himself show even the smallest hint of his hunger would be more than wrong. And even if it weren't, he can't risk losing ZYL.

@rinaaaagurl @alyson_trash Speak of the devil. ZYL steps into the empty conference room and lounges against the wall across from BY. He looks as tired as BY feels. BY longs to cross the room and press his face into ZYL's neck, to wrap his arms around him and *ravage* him. Instead he says, "Good job today."

@rinaaaagurl @alyson_trash ZYL drops his eyes for a moment, looking pensive and lickable. BY rubs a hand over his eyes and tells his lizard brain to shut the fuck up.

"Thank you." The words are soft and respectful. "You, too."

BY manages a small smile. "Thanks. But it couldn't have happened without you."

@rinaaaagurl @alyson_trash ZYL lifts his eyes, a startled look passing though them, as though he's not used to people appreciating his talents or complimenting him on them.

God, he looks so vulnerable and disheveled, his hair mussed, his jacket gone, his sleeves rolled up, his tie tucked into his shirt.

@rinaaaagurl @alyson_trash No one should be that fucking gorgeous after the day...week...MONTH they've had. But now it's done. Tomorrow they'll be on a plane back.

"Looking forward to going home?" BY asks, trying to inject some levity into his tone. It's not like they won't see each other again. But...

@rinaaaagurl @alyson_trash He's going to miss the enforced intimacy of the past week. Separate beds in the same hotel room. Dodging around each other while shaving in the morning. Silently sitting next to each other as they eat noodles at the place across the street. He's gotten used to it, somehow.

@rinaaaagurl @alyson_trash "Not really," comes the soft reply, and it takes BY a moment to realize that ZYL just said that he isn't looking forward to going home.

"Why not?" he says, too startled and brain fried to be polite.

ZYL just shrugs. "There's no one waiting for me there. No girlfriend. No one."

@rinaaaagurl @alyson_trash He knows this, of course. Just as ZYL knows that there's no one waiting for him, either. But somehow the words feel significant. BY frowns. ZYL doesn't move, letting his gaze hold BY's until a shiver goes up the back of BY's neck. He sucks in a startled breath. "Really?" he says.

@rinaaaagurl @alyson_trash "A handsome guy like you? I would have figured you'd have /someone/, even if it wasn't, ah, official."

"No." ZYL pushes off the wall and takes a step forward. "There's no one. Else."

BY blinks. "Else?"

ZYL's eyes widen and dart away. "I - I mean. It's just me. I live alone."

@rinaaaagurl @alyson_trash BY gives a nervous laugh. "Right, right." The silence hangs awkwardly between them. As BY watches, ZYL's gaze drags back to him, pinning him. ZYL wets his lips, a quick, unconscious flicker of tongue. BY shivers.

ZYL's eyes sharpen. Slowly, he licks his lips again. BY swallows.

@rinaaaagurl @alyson_trash ZYL takes another step, and another. BY looks up at him, his heart racing. It feels like they're on the edge of something, tipping precariously. He should make a joke and break the mood. He should stand up and say good night. But he can't move, or speak, or do anything but watch.

@rinaaaagurl @alyson_trash A trembling fingertip skates against his cheek, the touch brief but electric. BY draws a shaking breath. He doesn't know what his expression looks like, but he's afraid that it's showing his awe, his desire, his hope, all too clearly.

ZYL sinks to his knees between BY's legs.

@rinaaaagurl @alyson_trash "Let me take care of you just a little bit longer," ZYL whispers.

BY bites his lip. "I shouldn't," he says, voice low and rough. "We shouldn't."

"Shouldn't?"

"You're my subordinate." The words are breathless.

@rinaaaagurl @alyson_trash ZYL tilts his head to the side as he does when he's working through a problem. BY sees the moment when he finds a solution, the click behind his eyes and the slight smile tugging at his lips.

"Close your eyes," ZYL says.

BY searches his face for a moment, then closes his eyes.

@rinaaaagurl @alyson_trash (Where should they go next?)

(Porn wins! Smut incoming!)

It takes him a moment to understand, but once he does, he can't help but snort out a breath of quiet laughter. With his eyes closed, it could be anyone touching him. Long fingers wrap around his knees and slide up his legs, then trace down his inseams. He can't suppress a shiver.

There's a slight hitch in the movement. The hands lift away, and BY nearly opens his eyes. But then he can feel them again, deftly working open his pants.

They shouldn't be doing this. Especially not here, where a security guard or cleaning person could walk in at any moment.

BY should put a stop to it immediately.

Instead he keeps his eyes shut and holds himself as still as he can. He's rewarded when one of those those warm, clever hands draws out his erection and gives it a stroke.

He wants to SEE. He doesn't dare. He's Euridice. He's Lot's wife.

If he opens his eyes now, he could lose everything. He could ruin everything.

He clings to the thought as a hot, slick mouth descends upon him. He can't quite choke back his cry, and it comes out as a strangled gasp. "You don't have to," he says. "You don't have to do this."

He regrets it the next second when the mouth slides off, leaving him cold and bereft. But he hears the whispered words, "I want to. I want to do this," and then it's sliding back down again, tight and hot and perfect.

There's no sound but the distant hum of the air conditioner.

Well, no sound but that and the minute slurping, interspersed with quick-drawn breaths and the sound of swallowing. BY braces one hand against the wall and grips the bottom of his chair with the other, determined not to take anything that isn't offered. "You're so.." he whispers.

A tiny but noticeable pause. BY squeezes his eyes tighter. "You're so amazing. I don't know what I'd do without you." A sound, barely more than a shift in the throat around him. The hands braced on his legs grip harder. "I've wanted you for so long." It's easier to say like this.

Another sound. Oh, he wants to see. He can imagine it, ZYL's dark head, his cheeks flushed, his lips stretched, his throat working.

A hand tugs on his wrist. He hesitates. It tugs again. He releases the chair and lets himself be guided to rest his fingers on ZYL's soft hair.

He doesn't pull or grip. Just letting his hand rest on ZYL's head already feels like too much. He cards it into the messy strands as that wicked, wonderful mouth finds the right rhythm to make BY completely come undone.

He can't look, he reminds himself. He can't ask for more.

It's too good. He give the hair a little pull at last. "I'm- I'm-" he stammers out, but the mouth on him is relentless. Far from pulling back, ZYL seems to double down on his effort. BY comes with a groan. He can feel ZYL swallowing him down, keeping him from spattering his suit.

Taking care of him, like he always does. BY takes a moment to catch his breath and feels a ZYL lay his head on his thigh.

Despite himself, BY opens his eyes.

ZYL's eyes are closed. His cheeks /are/ flushed, his lips slick. He looks...content, beautiful, against the dark fabric.

BY closes his eyes again. After a few moments, he feels ZYL lift his head. He feels himself being carefully tucked away, feels his pants being done up.

"This shirt is ridiculous," murmurs ZYL. "Why is it covered with button holes?"

"It's stylish," BY says, feigning offense.

In truth, he'd thought it ridiculous as well, which was why he'd bought it. That line between the ridiculous and the stylish is his favorite place to live. He grins and opens his eyes.

ZYL is rising to his feet. BY catches his hand. "What about you?" he says.

"What about me?"

"Don't you want a turn?" BY says, and gives his hand a squeeze.

"A turn?" ZYL looks down at him, feigning puzzlement, but there's an element of gravity there, too. "A turn at what?" He gives BY a tight little smile. "Are we playing a game?"

"I don't know," BY says. "Are we?"

"I'm not very good at games," ZYL says, and that's a lie. He's great at figuring things out, solving puzzles, logistics. He's eminently practical but with just enough imagination to think outside the box.

But maybe that's not the kind of games ZYL is talking about, BY realizes.

"Yeah," BY says, his voice so hoarse that it sounds like he was the one on his knees instead of the other way around. "Me neither." He stands up abruptly and ZYL shies away like a startled cat. "I get," BY searches for the right word, "invested," he decides. He holds out a hand.

ZYL looks at the outstretched hand, then back up at BY's face, reinforcing the impression of being a wary feline. BY gives him a small smile and waits.

ZYL searches his face for awhile longer. Finally, slowly, he reaches out and lets BY take his hand once more. BY stays still.

His patience is rewarded. ZYL slips closer, allowing BY to gently slide his arms around ZYL's waist. BY can feel the tension in him. It seems like ZYL is more nervous about this quiet show of affection than he had been about giving BY a blowjob. BY cuddles him more. ZYL lets him.

Until he doesn't, suddenly squirming away and dodging out of BY's grasp. BY lets his arm fall to the side again.

"It's late," ZYL says. "I should...we should go."

"Yes," BY says. "I hope we can get a taxi."

ZYL already has his phone out, his fingers dancing over the screen.

BY watches him and can't keep the smile off his face.

They're going back to the same hotel room. Even if ZYL doesn't want to be touched again, they'll get to spend one last night together. And after that...

BY's befriended cats before. Proud and elegant, skittish and nervous.

He shouldn't be doing this, but he can't find it in his heart to feel guilty about it, not when ZYL so clearly wants it, too.

"Our ride will be here in less than ten minutes," says ZYL, and BY grins.

"You really are amazing."

ZYL ducks his head and turns away, hiding a smile.

Moving slowly, BY puts a hand on ZYL's shoulder, then strokes it down his back. ZYL presses subtly into the touch, much to BY's delight.

"Let's go," BY says. ZYL nods, but waits for him to go first, pausing in the doorway for a moment before following him out of the room.

~Fin~

Bonus: ZYL the next morning:

https://mobile.twitter.com/Wayzyl1/status/1211139520273321985