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 ok, got my shít together. i hope this is chap's better than the last couple ones.

     Noah tsked, working on getting food out of his braces. No one was in the lobby room, as usual, and so he shamelessly picked away. Nails, longer than hygienic, traced the tiny black squares bracing his rat-like front teeth.

     After flicking away the stuff, he took another lazy bite.

     He could've waited for Morris before beginning his lunch, but that'd mean having the man come and clap at every bite of sandwich he took.

     ... Did a slice of cheese between two slices of bread even count as a sandwich?

      Noah sighed, turning his head to look out the window while leaning a shoulder on the glass. The clouds blocked the sun, letting him admire the scenery for more than just a few moments, for which he was somewhat thankful but at the same time bitter.

     He kept switching his focus between the tiny people roaming the streets and his white, close-up reflection. With that, whatever appetite he's had was gone entirely.

     There they were, carrying umbrellas because of the dark clouds that promised rain, whereas Noah longed for such weather so that he wouldn't carry the stupid stick of shame, like those tall flags midgets wear around.

     He turned away from the view, planting his back on the glass with a soft tap.

     "Holy shit!" he clutched at his chest with the impulse to halt, if only he had the space. "Aren't you past the age of sneaking up on people, Chester?"

     The man didn't smirk. Only after he glanced at Noah's... sandwich, did the corner of his mouth perk up. The movement did nothing to affect his hollow eyes.

     "Look at that." he slid an arm around Noah's tiny waist, only to grip at his belly. The long, rough fingers were the size of Noah's lower torso. "Fattening up like a tiny pig for Christmas. Hgru hgru."

     He made pig noises. Noah was literally scared.

     "At the hospital you looked about ready to shovel food down my throat and now you're picking on me for it?"

     The man took Noah's... sandwich. "Not even your rat would consider this food."

     He darted it towards a trash can nearby. It hit the wall instead, not that Chester was looking there to notice. His eyes were constantly glued on Noah.

     "Not cool." Noah murmured.

     "You know what's not cool? Healthy." Chester laughed creakily. "You're in IT for fffuck's sake. Our bodies are mere vehicles for our brain, which is just the utensil to fix shit up in this company."

     The hand kept clenching the skin stretched over Noah's sucked in stomach. His shoulders were at an uncomfortable angle as he tried to pry away from the arms around him, and his nose was flared despite wishing to stop inhaling the man's smoke-stained breath.

     "Nap time..." Noah sighed. A certain vein would pop under Chester's left eye if he hadn't slept for more than three days. It was just about to burst now, so God knew when he last had a good rest.

     "You know what else is not cool? Crushes." he laughed high-pitched, only tightening the grip on his friend.

     Noah stopped his struggles, lines appearing under his gawking eyes. "I don't... I don't have a crush."

     Chester laughed until he started coughing. How much more villain could he get? "I can feel your heart beat, you loony. Wow, you're such a dork."

     Noah pushed him away at last, only for Chester to tug him back by the hood of his large white sweater.

     "Let's go smoke and maybe talk some sense into you. Remember your last little crush?" he pinched Noah's cheek. "Remember?"

     Noah felt a knot rise up in his throat. "Kent isn't a crush. Now let's go smoke with the others before I punch you in the throat."

     Chester chuckled. "Cool."

     He kept his grip on the hood to tug him along towards the hallway. It was then that they rounded the corner only to bump into Morris.

     The man's clear green eyes nearly glinted despite the shadow of his low brows. His pitch black hair didn't reflect any hint of light and countless thin, rebel threads of hair stood out of place attractively.

     "I'm seriously starting to consider you're not that good of an entourage on Vin." the man said, head cocked a little to the side. It made his jaw stand out just the way Noah liked.

     "You're pissing me off." Chester snapped. By then, the material of Noah's hood was crumpled in his fist, and the neck of the pullover was just about to choke its wearer.

     "HR, Chester." Noah hissed. Chester could not lose his job, who else would hire an unstable insomniac? "Let's just go-" he coughed and hooked his fingers around the collar of the pullover.

     Morris's hand sliced the air and then he was gripping Chester's wrist. That left Noah sandwiched between the men. Did not mind one bit, if it wasn't for his shrinking lungs.

     "Let go or you're fired. Amended, even."

     Chester did, head tilted back so that he could watch him from beneath his heavy curls.

     "Cunt. Coming, Noah?"

     "Yes." Noah wheezed and rounded Morris, walking away. Chester flashed his teeth, white against his dark gums and followed suit, not without bumping Morris's shoulder.

     Having heard their conversation, Morris knew well that Noah was canceling their lunch plan just to prove himself to his creepy friends.

     Therefore, he himself would do just that.

     He placed the lunch bag on a coffee table nearby and ruffled his hair, undid his cuffs to roll the sleeves up, let one of the suspenders dangle down, took half of his shirt out of his pants and redid the knot of his tie into a simpler one. As a final touch, he let the top of his pants zipper open.

     No he wasn't an HR generalist whose social experience concerning the approach of certain environments was based on cartoons.

 

     Noah let his eyes follow the rubbish sneaking about the abandoned parking lot, much like tumbleweeds in an awkward scenery. He couldn't raise his eyes in fear of meeting Chester's. The dude was not being chill at all.

     Morris had strolled into their group and taken over the conversation, just like that. Chester was not pleased in the least.

     "He's such a fake. Bet he's the same with you." he murmured.

     "Didn't take you for the jealous type, buddy." Noah replied just as low, the corner of his lips perked up.

     It's just, Morris was being... attractive, really. A literal goof, but attractive with that messy look and those easy words he was using instead of the usual fancy terms.

     "That sounds doable enough!" Morris commented, hand in pocket and cigarette in mouth. The entire group that consisted of people on Noah's floor was trying to explain Minesweeper to Morris.

     "Yes well we're having a tournament and the current record is-"

     "36 seconds, bitch." Chester finished.

     Morris straightened his shoulders for just one second, as though he hiccuped. "Kudos. It'd be a shame if someone... beat it."

     Chester sucked in his lips and flared his nostrils. Noah snickered, taking another bite of the chocolate croissant Morris had forced on him. In his other hand was a plastic cup of coffee, and the two went so well together he was actually enjoying it.

     "Ugh. I'm going at the bridge. Coming?"

     Noah looked his friend in the tired, crusty eyes. "You should really try to nap-"

     "Fucking faggot."

      And then he did his characteristic exit by bumping into his shoulder. Noah rubbed the spot and dully glanced his way, listening to his boots scrape the cement dust as he dragged his feet.

     If only that were the worst of Chester. Noah never stopped to question jut why he was putting up with his shit, merely because everyone in IT behaved that way and he himself was no kinder.

     "Sup nerd."

     Morris had approached him at last, no longer pretending to know what his friends were blabbering about.

     "Was the zipper necessary." Noah deadpanned.

     Morris made non-lexical noises.

     "Ok quit the IT attitude already." Noah laughed. "Keep the look though."

     Morris raised his eyebrows nonchalantly. "Can't promise anything."

     Oh but Noah marked it as his goal to be the one to make Morris so disheveled, messy and ready to fu-

     "What're you doing here anyway?" he nearly yelled as though that'd drown out his thoughts.

     Morris snapped his head up, having been focused on watching a fly. "We said we'd meet for lunch literal moments ago. Ok you were planning to ditch me but I wasn't part of that particular plan."

     Noah sketched a smile, inching closer to Morris. "Um..." he glanced at the nearly finished croissant, and instead downed the rest of his coffee. He kept the cup around his mouth, to maybe hide half his face from view. "Never mind."

     "What?" Morris hunched his back to catch Noah's eyes. Still, he was a step away from him, not enough to make them look like more than they were.

     Noah shook his head, remembering Chester's words. He really wanted to keep his cool and stop being a sentimental little bitch.

     "The kwasã? Your welcome!"

     "What the fuck was that accent, dude." Noah snapped.

     "Uh, French?" Morris raised a hand and bent his neck in a 'duh' manner.

     "Uh, Mentally Disabled?" Noah mimicked him. "Croissant."

     "No, you see... khhw-"

     "I'll slap you across the face."

     "You hold your lips like this-"

     Noah softly slapped his cheek. Best excuse to feel up his jaw. Really, if he were to have a crush on anything at the moment, it'd have to be that jaw alone.

     "I know how to give a blowjob thank you very much."

     "Riiight." Morris gawked at him. "Haha... Hey I was thinking..."

     "'Hey' as in 'speaking of blowjobs I was thinking'?"

     "No, as in 'speaking of Minesweeper I was thinking'... Show me how it's done so that I can beat Chester."

     "Winner gets my soft and well hydrated bottom?"

     "Really now..."

     "Sunscreen protection has its perks."

     "Strictly necessary to behold that in my general knowledge."

     "Your welcome. Meet me in my office after work and we'll see about your training." he finished up his 'kwasã'. "Wow don't you have better things to do? Like HR homework?" he spoke with a mouthful, crumples flying out.

     "You wouldn't believe how crucial intellectually stimulating occupations are for my job."

     "How about a life instead?"

     Morris scrunched up his nose and mimicked him. But then, on the scrunched up nose, fell a droplet. He crossed his eyes and then glanced up.

     Noah giggled. Morris squinted with a smirk at his cute ways and nodded at the building.

     "I don't mind rain." Noah shook his head. His words barely went heard under the sound of departing steps and intensifying rain.

     Morris smiled largely. "Well let's go under that tree at least."

     Noah nodded and, in the spur of the moment, held Morris's wrist to lead the way.

 

     Morris was wearing his top hat! He'd found it in a box in Noah's office, looking good as new. It had been like falling in love with it all over again, the way he had when stumbling across it on his favorite shopping site. They were just meant to be.

     And he believed Noah understood him, judging by the fact he didn't comment when Morris pretty much hugged the top hat to his chest and apologized for the way he'd treated it.

     Now, he was happily clicking away, trying to solve Minesweeper. Lacking a second chair, Noah sat on the floor, next to him, leaning on the desk and working on changing the head of an ethernet cable. Its locking clip had broken, and so the entire head had to be replaced. (img of this up there, sims 2 yes)

     "Ooh, there's a seven!"

     A click later and an explosion went heard.

     "Aw."

     Noah snorted, cutting away the tip of the green plastic wrapped around a wire. "That's cute that you lost like that."

     "Stop patronizing me, I forgot about that one nearby."

     He also forgot to do his zipper back up after playing the IT, and it's been a few hours since then. Morris sure was forgetful.

 Of course Noah wouldn't point it out, he could now clearly see the boxers underneath. 'Fuçking brown, to mach the striped shirt, 'cause why not, Morris.'

     When Noah got to sorting the thin wires so that the colors were in the right order, Morris made a pleased noise.

     "I won!"

     Noah turned his head, eyes barely peeking from above the desk. "Good for youuu, good for youuu..." he drew out the words, reaching up to pinch his cheek.

     Morris laughed, his perfect teeth managing to reflect the screen. It was evening outside and the curtain was shut, and so they found themselves in the tiny sphere of light originating from the monitor, while from the darkness around leds winked at them continuously.

     The further Noah got into his work, the more Morris progressed. His clicking increased in speed and his nose was nearly bumping the screen.

     Just when Noah managed to put on the plastic head, Morris laughed lightly and leaned on the backrest with a creak.

     "32 seconds!"

     Noah dropped the cable and cutting pliers.

     "Real funny." he murmured, getting on his knees to turn around and lean on the desk.

     Morris looked at him expectantly. Since it was taking so long for him to react, he let his eyes slip to the floor, where Noah's utensils were thrown about randomly. He was being cute in his tiny, messy work environment.

     Noah's hand blended with the whiteness of his hair as he ruffled it dumbfounded. Morris was feeling frisky, so he let his own hand join the maze.

     It was just as soft as it looked, but far thicker! There was a ton of it, his fingers were sort of getting tangled, but he just scratched away. Noah didn't seem to even notice.

     He had captured the screen and was now on some program with a weird, plain, poorly designed chat thing that must've included the IT staff. He posted the image of Morris's score and was now typing away.

     With that out of the way, he placed his palms flat on the desk and turned his head to look at Morris. "You're... smart?"

     Morris tugged at his hair to shake his head. "What's that supposed to mean."

     Noah slapped his arm away. "You are a man child and forget to even zip up."

     Morris gawked at his pants. It was very much awkward to zip up while Noah knelt just next to him.

     "Are you one of those weirdos that act dumb just to offer a sense of comfort to the average minded?"

     Morris moved the chair a little backwards only to spin around. That should've been enough of an answer to Noah. "I like the sound of that. Yeah I'll stick with that."

     Noah put a stop to the chair by gripping an armrest. Then, he gripped the other one, white fingers clenched around the black material tightly. He arched his back, continuously gawking at the man.

     A sound went heard from the computer.

     He turned away and checked the screen while Morris discreetly touched his cheeks to maybe cool them down.

     "People are freaking out and... Chester is not pleased. Oh he's gonna screw up your work computer."

     Morris rolled closer, peeking at the chat. "Oh wow those are... not nice words."

     Noah chuckled and turned to look at him. His hair looked like an aura because of the contre-jour.

     "Want me to teach you Conway's Game of Life? I bet you'll pull some crazy shit on there."

     Morris smiled lightly, feeling at peace for whatever reason. "Another day."

     Noah looked at him with no particular expression, but then a faint smile escaped. He turned around and leaned his back on the desktop, sinking to the ground. Once settled, his transparent eyes jumped from Morris's face to his jaw and then to the hat.

     "Kiss me."

     Morris burst into laughter, enough for his hat to fall off. Noah clumsily caught it and grinned a sly grin while he put it on. Morris leaned frontwards, elbows on knees, and squinted his eyes.

     "That nonsense again?"

     Noah tried to wink. He couldn't wink! He closed both eyes by mistake. Morris offered a breathless laughter and let his head dangle to Noah's level. He breathed in through his nose and pulled back in realization.

     "No no."

     "You're so smart and handsome." Noah mewled, pulling the top hat over his eyes and cocking his head. "I'm so... albino or whatever."

     Morris tapped the hat back with the heel of his palm and gripped Noah's chin, tilting his head up. "You're just... extraterrestrial, Vin. Out of this world. Don't- ever compare yourself to anyone else, you are... something else entirely."

     Noah gulped, his eyes shaking like they often did because of his condition. He blinked heavily and then his eyelids slowly slid up to let his eyes aim... Morris's lap.

     He placed his palms to Morris's shoulders. The man felt their coolth seep through his shirt, which got clenched in fists like snowballs.

     Instead of being pulled forwards like he expected, his back found itself pressed to the chair. Noah just wouldn't rise from his kneel and it was becoming concerning.

     "No no no no no." Morris said lowly. Noah took hold of his thighs and parted them. "No, Noah!"

     The guy flashed his braces, the exact shade of black as the top hat and the background. Everything white about him was now almost a light blue because of the screen, and really, the whole extraterrestrial deal was turning out to be more legit than Morris believed.

     No he didn't trust aliens existed ever since the age of 9 when his pet cat disappeared randomly.

     "I'm not- I'm so not ready for this sort of shenanigans!"

     "Yes, talk vintage to me."

     Morris clenched the armrests and gawked at the ceiling when he felt his zipper lower. "We're not good to go! We're not! What the fuck!"

     His helpless whines barely went heard over the clings of his belt being undone.

     "You're deranged." he murmured, leaking down his seat until his head was halfway down the backrest. He put his elbow on the armrest and hid his eyes, shoulders raised to the level of his jawline.

     Nothing was happening. He tilted his head a little and then parted two fingers to peek down. Noah seemed pleased with his mischief, as he then placed his chin on Morris's private bits and slid it upwards.

     Morris halted with a frail sound. "Too soon Vin!" he whispered. "Stop- ssslap my face and call me Nancy!" he gasped.

     Noah gawked at him from where he'd left off, his tongue's tip on Morris's tip.

     "I don't know!" Morris whined, reaching down to slap away the hat and try to move Noah's head away. "I- I don't- oh."

     Long, black lines traced Noah's sucked in cheeks, ending in plum, pale pink lips, round and wet. His hair covered the rest of his features, swaying with every pant he took. It was then that Morris noticed Noah was touching himself as well.

     Morris hid his eyes once again, head snapped completely to the right. He puffed through his nose and jerked his hips forwards involuntarily. As involuntary, he raised a foot on the desk only to have a better rolling motion.

     "Now that, that's tip-top. Fkin... convenient-" he yelped, for Noah had suddenly slid his throat away.

     "You're a talker, then." he deadpanned in that pretty voice of his, all croaky and faint.

     Morris blushed, lowering the hand from his eyes to his mouth. It made his moan muffled the moment Noah continued his thing.

     The chair was creaking with Morris's modest thrusts and his shoulders kept rolling as though he was trying to stretch. It was sort of too much pleasure for one body to handle.

     "Fuçk, fuçk, make me done, I jusssssstice..." he finally let himself clench Noah's hair and lower him even more. He rolled his neck up to the point in which it popped, jaw clenched.

     Noah rubbed his length with his tongue, bobbing his head and jacking off both their shafts in unison. He sometimes tilted his head so that the tip rubbed on his warm, wet cheek or his palate.

     "Mommyyyy!" Morris groaned and impulsively stretched the leg on the desk. Instead of moving the thing, his chair tilted back, just in time for his climax.

     He coughed, mouth agape and eyes crossed. Noah had slid him out and was jacking him off, letting himself get splattered like no big deal.

     Morris panted, glancing downwards to see Noah squint his eyes close and come as well with tiny noises and his two rat-teeth displayed. Morris could barely tell the semen apart from his skin.

     He slumped down entirely, still balancing on the chair's back legs. He closed his eyes and took deep breaths, raking a hand through his hair to keep it away from his sweaty forehead.

     When he let his eyelids part ways, he saw Noah stare at him blankly, hand on the chair, that space between Morris's thighs.

     "N...no..." Morris whispered.

     Noah pushed, and all the contrasting colors before Morris's eyes blurred into long lines as he fell backwards. With a loud thud, the chair met the ground.

     Morris moaned in pain, legs dangling randomly and arms sprawled. A shadow leaked over him and he looked up to see Noah's black silhouette contoured by the screen's light.

     He rounded the chair and straddled Morris, bending down and taking hold of half his head to move it aside. Morris glanced at the devices that way, eyes distant and watery.

     His chest arched when he felt teeth nip at his jaw and hair tickle his skin. Now he was just being a literal rat.

     "Ow- ow- ow..."

     He gripped Noah's tiny shoulders and got his hands pinned to the floor in turn.

     Only when the hickey was done, Noah let go of him and sat up. Morris closed his eyes, and Noah took hold of both sides of his jaw, moving his head frontwards.

     "Now this is what a mess looks like."

whaat happened? i don't know! do you know? no one knows!

let me know if this'sss all god. 'ssss all right. 'sss coo, 'sss cool.

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