Secrets and Things (MxM)

Chapter 43 - Is the word canoodling weird?

"Shouldn't you be like, not doing that? Surely your image would be tarnished. Slightly since people can overlook it due to your looks but tarnished nonetheless."

A snort came out of the other man and he inquired back, still looking out, "are you going to tell on me?" He noticed the subtle compliment in Nero's words but decided to not make fun of him. Yet.

Nero scoffed as a response. "And throw myself under the bus? Not a chance."

"Then the only people who know is me, you and the spit exchanging couple over there." He finished off by staring into Nero's soul and smirking. Nero had a hard time screaming, STOP BEING SEXY. He managed to keep it under bay when he diverged the conversation.

"Are those two still at it?"

"Yep."

"Jesus fucking Christ. They probably taste like each other don't they?"

"And probably exchanged half their body fluids to each other."

"Ok Leo, you're seriously making the act of canoodling disgusting. When it's not. It's actually really hot."

"Pfft. Who the bloody hell says canoodling?"

Nero was frowning at this point and feels deeply offended by the question. When it wasn't even worth being pissed over. "Well, who the fuck says spit exchanging?"

"Oi, I'm just stating facts."

"Saying that they're canoodling is also stating facts."

"Well yes but my point is, canoodling was such an odd word that I haven't heard anyone use recently. Except now. That's weird."

Nero's outward pout made him look adorable in Leo's eyes and he was about to close the gap and connect their lips, but Nero stopped the action by refusing to stop retaliating back. Even high, the employee just would not give up.

"Well you uh taking a drag from my joint at your company party is fucking weird."

Leo's left eyebrow rose in slight disbelief. "you're doing the same thing. In fact, you started it."

"See you say that but the difference is, you're the president of the company and therefore, the organiser of said party. You're the big important dude who's currently meant to be downstairs either pampering all the important people or finding someone to fuck for tonight. But you're here. Up on the balcony. With me. Smoking weed. Which could possibly destroy your career. Even though marijuana is legal."

Even though the shorter man had said a lot, there was only one thing that had captured the CEO's attention and he couldn't help but comment on it. "Why do you have this perception of me?"

Confusion passed through the shorter man's face. "What perception?"

"That I'm some sort of fuck boy."

"Because you are." Nero's deadpan face was very off-putting.

"Since when?! Who said?"

"*Shrug* I don't know. People talk."

"So you believe in every rumour you hear."

"No, but when 80% of the building is saying the same thing, it's kind of hard to just ignore it."

"Seriously? 80% of the company?"

"Give or take, yeah."

"Well, I'm here to confirm that I'm not, in fact, a fuck boy."

"... Guilty until proven innocent." I'm going to regret this entire exchange in a couple of hours.

"... I don't think that's how it works."