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"You're very welcome, Aleks," His words were only a slight hiccup as he continued to hold the other in a ginger embrace, his arms loosely wrapped around the other's shoulders. He inconspicuously reeled the other closer, his beryl eyes gazing down at the short brunette within his supporting hold. Such a beautiful human being... The words dragged through his mind with sluggish flings. He's a regular person, but-- he glows in my eyes. It's so alluring...
An amiable sentiment looming over his now hazy vision, Jordan blinked down at the flawless man in his arms, momentarily severing his desires towards him, and mentally wished he could do this more often. If only Aleks were afraid of more things, so that I would have an excuse to hold him constantly. A nuzzling at his chest made his softened eyes blink slowly.
"Can we go into the streaming room, Jordan?" A soft voice found its way to Jordan's ears whilst he'd peered down at the man in his arms, and made him smile softly unintentionally; the appearance of the happier facial expression causing his mouth to slowly curl upwards.
"Sure, Aleks." The taller brunette had agreed quietly in a voice with jolly strewn over his couple of words, his arms gingerly unwrapping from around his shorter employee. Straightening up and gazing down at the Russian, "You lead the way and I'll make sure nothing gets you, okay?"
This caused a slight smidgen of a huff to escape the younger one's lips, and urged his arms to move and cross over his inflated chest, making him appear as if he were a little kid preparing to have an explosive temper tantrum.
"You don't need to speak to me like I'm a little kid," He'd said with an upturned nose, "I'm a man, you know."
"Yes, yes, you are a man." A certain someone's smile widened, "So go drive home, will yah, since you're a man?" With perfect timing did a lightning bolt flash and grumble with disdain right outside the building at this, causing Aleks' chest to deflate gradually as he slowly looked off to his right and at the window that belonged to a room with its door open. He seemed to cringe as he took on a new flight of mind that the storm outside was just waiting to get its harsh hands on him, and soon turned back to Jordan, who was still smiling in an encouraging way.
Aleks dreaded that smile now, now that it correlated with that storm outside.
"...Frick you, Jordan." Aleks had mumbled with defeat on his breath, his body turning on his heels. He began to navigate through the hallway, with a softly chuckling Jordan following after him.
"You know I'm just playing."
"Yeah, yeah, shut up." The Russian said as he hunched his shoulders after stuffing his hands in his pockets; his eyes watching his feet as they moved one by one, one after the other, further and further.
"Haha," Jordan chuckled some more, and waited until the boy- oh - man, had reached the door of the streaming room, to come a little closer to the other's precense and squeeze his sides quickly, all the while saying near his ear, "Boo."
Which, this earned Aleks to squeak and jumped away from his boss, his heart already racing. Subsequently Jordan laughed some more at this; the scene making him imagine that Aleks was a cat when he'd jumped up and away.
When he'd caught his breath, the shorter brunette scoffed under his panting and bowed his head, the fear that once surged through him now leaving his body. "Fuck you, Jordan, like goddamnit." He'd murmured in an exhausted way, and walked into the streaming room without any further hesitation; the older male following him inside as he held his side to ease the pain of his excessive laughing.
