-There's something I can't quite explain
I'm so in love with you
You'll never take that away
And if I've said it a hundred times before
Expect a thousand more
You'll never take that away-
"So Demyx, what had you so preoccupied that you became late?"
Zexion looked at me over the rim of his coffee cup waiting for me to answer. I could have sat there all day just staring at him. His fringe was now sitting slightly to the side of his eye and I had a clear view of them both.
"Work. You know how much of a slave driver the Superior is."
Zexion froze at my comment and put the cup down on the table.
"That I do." Maybe it was my overly active imagination but I could have sworn that there was a double agenda to that sentence.
I sipped at my juice and slouched back in the chair I was sitting in. It squeaked as the plastic lifted up my shirt and rubbed against my skin. I winced, okay so not the coolest thing I could have done. Zexion did not seem to be bothered though, so I suppose that was a good thing. He just sat there and stared out the window at the people walking past. I could have sat there for a long time just staring at him and watch him stare out the window. But yeah I suppose that could be considered kind of voyeuristic of me. Good thing I didn't care.
"Do you enjoy your work Demyx?"
I raised my eyebrows at his question. It was asked very seriously and it nearly killed me to not make fun of it. 'Aw widdle Zexy pooh. Of course I do woo-woo' Yeah, I don't think it would go down that well. He would probably decide it wasn't worth his time to date someone who had a maturity the level of Barney the Dinosaur.
I tried to think of all the positives of my job. Okay, there was the company which I had to endure every day i.e. Axel. But he and I were good friends even if there was a higher chance of burning down the photocopy room than getting one of our projects completed by the deadline. Did I happen to mention that the copy room is made from steel?
I wouldn't want to give that up for anything. Then there was where we worked, in the middle of the CBD where parking was more horrendous than Posh spice's singing, the modern and old business centres styles clashed more than possible and everyone almost always knew everyone else's business. The only exception to the rule was some of the higher ups, and no one talked about them because you could get fired and yeah they were scary.
I loved my work, and I loved what I worked for so yeah I guess I could be one of those few in a million who actually enjoy their job.
"Yeah I do. Why do you ask?"
Zexion finished his coffee and looked at me. His eye's oh god his eyes, I just wanted to sit there for however long I could just watching him before DVT kicked in. Even then, I still probably wouldn't care. By now you must have an idea of how infatuated this guy has me. Infatuated doesn't cut it, I could know everything or nothing at all and I still think I would feel this way. I do believe in a thing called love, and boy does it feel good.
"You just seem to be very dedicated, working over time and all that. Is there some sort of new project going on?"
Zexion titled his head to the side and it took me a moment to realise that it required me to use some sort of speech function. I licked my lips and told myself to snap out of it, I couldn't go all mushy on him because well he was him. If there was even a small chance that he wouldn't be freaked out if I jumped over the table, dipped him and confessed my love to him like in some trashy romance novel, then I would have gone for it already. And we would be having hot steamy sex by now, whether or not we had made the journey back to our place or if we just went for it right here and now, well that was up to Zexion.
"You would know more about it that I would surely." I swallowed as he leaned back in his chair and gave me that quizzical once over.
"Actually, I'm not too entirely sure." Zexion sighed and looked out the window again.
"What do you mean? Aren't you the next in line for the Superior's job? N-not that anyone expects o-or wants him to retire soon."
I bit the inside of my lip for my carelessness and lack of tact when dealing with this. A lot of people admired and respected the Superior for his work and his involvement in charities. Some had even suggested he campaign for the leader of the state. He'd always laugh and say some comment about how he wouldn't even consider for a moment leaving his job. People would 'aww' for his modesty; they were all hypnotised by him. I liked the guy sure; he wasn't overly pushy nor was he one of those bosses who sold out all his friends for the sake of promotion. He was a good and honest person and I guess I had to admire him. But the way Zexion reacts to him, well the company in particular is certainly not as I would have expected. He knew almost as much about the company as the Superior did. They were close, Zexion was his adviser and once I'd heard someone say that Zexion was the son that the superior never had.
But Zexion always seemed to be tense when it came to the company. Actually I suppose tense isn't the exact word more like uneasy. He was never on edge, he never snapped at me or anything, but he would always look away or stare off into space like he was deep in thought. I wondered if the Superior was harder on him than he was the rest of us. More often than not I would come to the conclusion that probably he was just stressed because he had a larger workload than I could comprehend and that was all.
"What are you working on now?" Zexion had snapped out of his daze and was now looking back at me.
"I'm working on the advertising project for some of the international shareholders, increase the support and what not."
I smiled at this. The company had more than enough support worldwide, I couldn't understand why on Earth we would need more support. Unless that was of course we were going intergalactic, transport people to and from Earth into outer space, give NASA a run for their money. God knows they don't actually do anything when they aren't on television. I think Zexion understood my smile, finally the corner of his mouth twitched up and he nearly made it a full blown smile. Oh well I guess I will just have to wait.
"So what does the project entail?"
"Basically we tell them about what we do. We are a travel agency and we facilitate for any type of delivery. We can do anything that is required of us; we can ship large amounts of cargo by any means of transportation. If you require some place to stay we organise that, we do anything and almost everything that is asked of us."
"Almost everything?" Zexion leant forwards his face came closer to me. Act cool Demyx act cool. Don't freak him out.
"Yeah well no one can do everything that people require. I mean we are bound by legal regulations and what not. We only get a small amount of people who ask the impossible and the Superior turns them away immediately."
Zexion laced his hands under his chin and rested his head there. He sat leaning across the table and he obviously didn't realise how this was affecting me.
I swore I was sweating but he obviously didn't notice or didn't care. Either way it was in my favour so I continued talking. So the guy is a freak for work, well I suppose it's consume it all or be consumed by it. I didn't care either way, there was still that prospect if I kept talking about work he'd lean even closer and my dream of Hot Steamy Sex wouldn't be so far away after all.
"What have they asked?"
I may have let out a little shaky high pitched gasp at the way he said that. It was like the serpent to Eve, 'here eat this apple, trust me'. God I think I may have just gotten a hard on. Ignore the urge, must ignore the urge. He dropped it low, it was so inviting I would have almost said 'anything you wanted them to ask' but that would be creepy and wouldn't answer his question.
"Some were into Black Market trading and they had requested that we do some shipping for that. It was obviously not acceptable, the whole pay under the table deal and the Superior usually deals with them and we don't see them again."
Zexion sat up straight tilted his head to the side, smiled and sat up straight.
"So you've met these 'shady' people before?" He did the comma marks in the air with his fingers and I resisted the urge to cuddle him to death. Okay so I was immature but that was just so cute and out of place on someone well past their adolescent stage.
"Yeah, the Superior usually asks me to be present whenever we close a deal just so that they know exactly what was advertised and what we put out to market. Just incase there were some miscommunications and if there was, then a way to fix that up."
"I didn't think it was necessary for you to be present at all client meetings. Don't the agents usually handle those kinds of things?"
"Well yeah they handle the small cases, the one on one type things. But I am usually present for company meetings. I don't think I would be required to speak to a newly wed couple looking to holiday in Fiji."
I smiled again and Zexion nodded a small nod. It was more like a twitch of the head and we continued out for the rest of the afternoon talking about anything. Useless things, like his hobbies and his family. I told him about me, actually I felt like I did most of the talking. I normally do talk more than necessary when I get nervous, sometimes I even annoy myself and end up yelling "someone gag me please!" before I get myself killed.
"So you're an only child?"
I paused when Zexion asked me that question. I don't ever recall telling him about my only childness, if that is even a word. I blinked at him and cleared my throat.
"When did I tell you that?"
Zexion blinked and sat up straight like I was accusing him of something, actually is was more like he was realising a mistake. But again that's probably just me being silly.
"Oh so you're not?"
"No I am I just don't remember telling you that. I guess I must have lost track of my rambling."
Zexion still looked uneasy and I couldn't have that could I?
"No actually I'm almost a hundred percent sure I mentioned it to you earlier when I told you about my parents."
Zexion smiled and looked at the clock on the wall. I followed suit and my mouth fell open when I realised that we'd been here for a little over four hours. It was coming onto six thirty and the sky outside was dark. I guess I must have spaced out. But I can't be blamed for that considering who was sitting in front of me. On our date. I smiled inwardly at the thought and snapped back to reality when I saw Zexion standing up.
"I should get you home."
"Did you drive here?"
"Yeah, why?"
"I've never seen your car before." Okay that was partially a lie. By partially I meant I had never seen the inside of his car. Yeah so I used to stand in the cement staircase and watch him pull out of his car park ignoring the claustrophobic feeling of hiding behind the rather heavy door and breathing in through the crack. Yeah so, I'd assumed I'd been inside his car when he brought me back to his house after I passed out. I still hadn't been privileged to see the inside of his car. God Dammit I wanted to. Is that such a crime? Well if you excuse my stalker-ish comment then no, it isn't.
He pulled the keys out of his pocket and clicked the button, the lights of a black car flashed and I raised my eyebrows. I'm not one to know about the horsepower or cylinder capacity of cars. Hell I only heard those words listening to ads on TV. But what I can say is that this car was not what I'd expect him to be driving. For one, it was a sedan. Not that I didn't like it, but I'd just assumed since he was on the second largest pay in the company-the Superior being the first-he'd have bought a better car. This car was nice and all I s'pose I just expected something more…Zexion. My impression of him was not at all sedan-ish. I would have guessed him to own a motorcycle before I would say that he owned a sedan. I opened the door and slid in, the white leather interior and black and wooden furnishings completed the inside. I breathed in the smell of Zexion's cologne. Okay so this was more Zexion. A soft male voice echoed through the confines as the car sprang to life and so too did the radio. The voice sang of loneliness and wanting to be held. I turned to look at Zexion; his hair hiding the side of his face. His black sweater covered chest was strong and straight, he didn't look to me like the type to be listening to this music. He held onto the wheel with two hands, he was cautious that much I knew but I couldn't describe him as being lonely.
"Have I got something on my face?"
I jumped in my seat and I swear I could feel my stomach stumble around as I realised Zexion had realised that I was staring. Okay, so maybe it was more like drooling but it's not like I can help it.
"N-no I was just thinking."
"Thinking about what?"
The street lights continued to flow in through the windows and bathe Zexion in an occasional yellow glow, his face turned to me. It was calm and there was a dash of a smile floating along his straight face. It made my breathing hitch just by looking at him. To be honest or to not be, now isn't that always the question?
"Well actually I was thinking about…you"
"Me? What about me?"
I started breathing again, mustn't suffocate on the poor man, and mustn't pass out on the man yet again. I swallowed we'd pulled into the parking lot outside of my apartment complex. I'd decided to spring for this particular building not just because it was a twenty minute bus ride to work, but because the tenants received a whole level of space not just a half or a third division like most complexes. It was good, it was open, sure I could see a lot of grey polished cement but hell it was mine and that's all I really cared about.
"I was thinking about your car preference."
"You have a problem with my car?"
I waved my hands in front of my face "No! No, it's just not what I'd have first thought of you driving."
Zexion raised an eyebrow, and stared at me unmoving for a moment. After three seconds I'd wanted to lean over and knock on his forehead just to make sure he was still alive and not comatose. Yeah that would be great incentive for future date prospects.
"Have I met any of your other first thoughts of me?" Zexion turned off the engine and swivelled around to meet me. "Let me guess what you assumed I'd be like. The quiet, shy, work-a-holic, whose main focus in life is his career."
I started to shake my head but he cut me off, "the stuck up rich boy then? Demyx I thought perhaps… I don't know what I'd expected of you. I supposed that was unfair of me."
I sat there in silence my first thought was oh no, my second was; the hell you did! My last and final thought was I have never wanted you more in my life.
Zexion turned back around, and reached for the ignition. I unbuckled my seat faster than I ever thought possible of the muscles in my body and I put my knee against the divide. Using my fist like grip on Zexion's shirt I pulled him to face me.
"You met all of my first thoughts, my dreams, my hopes, hell even some of my day dreams. You met all of them and then surpassed them, Zexion you are more than I could have ever…I never once thought of you as any of those things but you obviously do. To me Zexion you are suave, intelligent, dedicated and devoted, and much, much more. Everyday I learn more of you, and because I am learning of you, I no longer have first thoughts or assumptions of you. Everything you do surprises me Zexion and I like it very much." I hadn't realised how close I'd been pulling him when his hand came up to cup the side of my face.
Zexion stared at me half-dazed, his eyes searched my face, my eyes and then he leant forward and pressed his lips to mine. I reached up and held his hand and after he broke for a moment he whispered to me, my eyes still closed.
"Thank-you Demyx for surprising me everyday with what you do. I like it quite a bit." He smiled then, a real smile and I smiled with him. We kissed again and I couldn't help continue to smile and I felt him smile with me. This was turning out to be one of my most memorable and by far my favourite dates.
Zexion's hands wrapped around my waist and pulled me to him. I felt my legs give out when they no longer rested on the divide, but thankfully Zexion's hands moved to guide me. I closed my eyes as I rested on his lap, my arms draped across his chest, my forehead resting against his. I opened my eyes and stared into the half lidded ones of Zexion. He tilted his chin up and kissed my bottom lip. I met his lips and sucked on the top one opening his mouth. I turned my head and let Zexion's tongue meld with mine. Unconsciously I rocked my hips and Zexion lifted his mouth away to inhale a sharp breath. I rested my face against his, cheek to cheek and tried to slow my heart. Its painful thudding was almost enough for me to forget about the other thing. Obviously Zexion hadn't, he grabbed my waist and squeezed us together. I think I whimpered. It was of course something completely romantic and awe inspiring that Shakespeare would have been put to shame. Yeah right. All disillusions aside, my delirious and incomprehensible babble of vowels must have made Zexion take pity on me because he stopped and opened his door.
It took him a few steadying breaths before he produced a completely unaffected sentence. "You should probably head off to bed. You're working tomorrow after all."
I reached down and unbuckled Zexion's seatbelt "The only way I'm going to bed right now, is with you." Zexion froze for a moment and then sighed in humour.
"Have it your way." Zexion nibbled on my ear as I climbed out of the car. Damn him and his persuasive mannerisms, but all in all, as long as he's not using those persuasive tactics to sue me in court, then I am more than happy to endure it.
He walked behind me towards the stairs; I'd purposely by passed the elevator. It'd broken down three times in the past two days and was ready to be declared derelict. Luckily I was only on the fourth level and by the time we reached my door I knew every part of him standing behind me like my nerves were standing on end trying to touch him.
I reached into the back pocket of my jeans and I could feel his eyes follow my hand. Zexion had walked slowly, lazily up the stairs possibly thinking over things. I could feel his hesitance and honestly I wasn't going to push him into my house and molest him to a pile of mush. No I would wait for him to come willingly first…and then I would maul him.
I finally managed to get my key in the lock when I felt Zexion's arms slide around me. I hugged him back and he relaxed, this was another one of my favourite things about my apartment. No neighbours so you can cuddle for as long as you want in the hallway and not worry about homophobic neighbours. We walked into my bedroom in a type of daze, our hands always connecting with one another's skin. I touched his arms he touched my back and somehow we ended up underneath the sheets and only they separated us now. I grabbed him and kissed him, he rolled on top of me and his legs tangled with mine. I ran my fingers along his spine and he let his body relax and lay down with his chest to mine. I pushed my hips against him and I could feel him harden in response. I grabbed his hand and kissed his wrist, his palm and then I slowly slid his index finger into my mouth. Zexion's breathing increased coming out in hot pants on my chest, he rested his head there and bit down on my skin when a tingle of pleasure made his nerves jump. I let his hand fall from my mouth so I could hiss a response; Zexion slowly made his way onto his knees and trailed his warm palms down my sides. I felt him lift my leg and then there was an intruding feeling, I grunted and wriggled against him. He held my hips down with his free hand and shushed me. I was concentrating on his voice and didn't realise he used that moment to push his finger slowly further in. I let out a cry and Zexion kissed my lower stomach, his wet, hot tongue traced over the hard surface of my usual pants line. He then pushed two fingers inside and instead of wriggling against him I forced myself still and panted for air. My hands pulled against the edges of my pillow when I felt Zexion lean down and lick me. His mouth engulfed me for a moment, distracting me and then I felt him enter.
I let out a wanton moan and he moved against me, our sweaty skin melding us together. We moved like that for I don't know how long and eventually I cried out and tightened my legs around his waist. Zexion continued moving and shuddered moments later falling in a heap half on top of me, with his head to the side of mine on the pillow. Zexion and I breathed heavily letting our eyes close and flutter open in random motions. I felt my body cool and Zexion must have too because he grabbed my doona cover and pulled it up to our necks. When we were separated, I rolled over and missed the warmth of his body on mine; sliding backwards I felt his skin and immediately regained that warmth. His arms encircled me and I fell asleep with a happy sigh.
The next morning I was wakened by an annoying buzz. Zexion was still fast asleep my back as his pillow. I looked at the cabinet across my room where a little black machine vibrated against the wood. 'Hmph' ing I slid out of Zexion's arms and pulled on some boxers before I grabbed his phone. I let out a yawn before sliding open the phone.
"Hello?" I whispered.
"Uh hi is Zexion there?" I paused at the young female voice on the phone, don't jump to conclusions, don't jump to conclusions.
"He's actually asleep right now, can I take a message"
"Can you please just tell him to come home, I need to talk to him and tell him I send my love."
"S-sure"
I swallowed as the girl hung up on me and I turned to hear Zexion move against the sheets. Who was this girl and why was she sending Zexion love? She said home, she said "come home", this girl was obviously important enough to him to make a home with, then why didn't I know about her? Was she a wife, was I just an affair? I placed his phone down on the top and turned to stare at the man who I'd watched from afar for so long. He let out a long breath and opened his eyes, he saw me standing and the smile that was working its way onto his face disappeared like it'd never even been there.
"What's wrong Demyx?" I didn't feel like smiling, I didn't feel like talking, what I wanted was for him to explain and then possibly curl up into a little ball.
"Your phone rang."
"Oh did I miss it? That's not a big problem, nothing for you to look like you've seen someone be hit by a car." Zexion sat up worry etched onto his face and gathered the sheet around his waist.
"I answered it." Zexion froze and his brows tensed.
"Oh?"
"It was a girl." Zexion's eyes traced back and forth across my face and then in realisation he loosened the muscles in his shoulders.
"What did she want?" His voice was calm, testing similar to that of a psychologist. For some reason this upset me even more.
"She wanted you to come home." Even to me my voice sounded pathetic, like a kicked dog.
"I wish I could have told you about Ashleigh some other way." Zexion ran his hand through his hair.
"What is she to you?" I stared at him, his eyes catching mine and as if he sense how my worrying and havoc my mind was running he leant back on his arms, totally unimposing and with a low voice he answered.
"She's my daughter."
I blinked at him and he smiled sorrowfully, I let out a half laugh half sob, because if I didn't at least try and laugh I would definitely break down in tears of relief. I walked over to him and wrapped my arms around him pushing him against the bed. Zexion wrapped one arm around my shoulders and ran his other hand through my hair.
"I though she was …someone else."
"My wife or girlfriend perhaps?" I nodded against his chest. "Demyx, you are the only one I am interested in right now." He paused "you are the only one I think I will be interested in for a long time."
-So expect me to be
Calling you to see
If you're okay when I'm not around
Asking "if you love me"
I love the way you make it sound
Calling you to see
Do I try too hard to make you smile?
To make us smile
I will keep calling you to see
If you're sleeping, are you dreaming
If you're dreaming, are you dreaming of me
I can't believe you actually picked me-
A:N// Well hello there mes lecteurs!
Yes that is correct I have updated another chapter during term work. Pause for applause. Yes I know should have been sooner but again been busy. I will not get to update again until the holidays which is only four weeks away but I should have another chapter of 'playing doctor' up by then. Yes I did change the title slightly just because I downloaded a heap of songs and well for where I am taking this story 'five seconds' wasn't enough. I have finalised my plot and there will only be two-three more chapters of this. I will give it to a vote of my readers if I should write a sequel at the end of this one. I'm not sure.
The song is from Blue October, I adore them! If you would like a list of songs from which I have written my fic/s to give me a shout out. Please review it is muchly appreciated and I love any kind even if they are flames because it's always fun to burn them back. Anyway, I hope you like this and don't kill me for the crappy 'love' scene at the end. I hope it wasn't too shit I kinda hard to write it when my mother keeps invading the study. I hope its long enough and I hope y'all review lots and lots and lots and lots and lots and lots and lots...etc;