#I wasn’t sure about Friedrich when I saw the promo picture

[ailendolin]

Cristina's newest Instagram post features a few behind the scene glimpses, including this moment between Sina Tkotsch (Svenni) and Alexander Khuon (Friedrich Dorn) that ends with Sina running off to the left and Alexander following her.

There's also this shot of Jan van Weyde as Urs that shows more details of his costume.

[walkerstormfanworks-blog]

Happy Valentines to My Collaborator

@aidennestorm because we’re all jealous of that soap. 

This was the worst part of his job, Alexander thought to himself. He’d never worked for someone who put in just as many hours as he did at the office before. No, before he started working as George Washington’s assistant he was always the first to arrive and the last to leave and his work ethic was never in doubt. 

Then he’d taken the job as personal assistant to the CEO of Mount Vernon Technologies and that had changed. Alexander still did his regularly scheduled eighteen hour days and some nights it was Washington shooing him out of the office while Alexander knew the man would just end up sleeping on his office couch. 

It was always on the tip of his tongue to suggest that he could stay and work. Help out if Washington needed it. No matter how Washington needed it. Then, when the other man was finally done working, they could share the narrow couch— Alexander draped over Washington like a blanket. Or under him if that was what his boss preferred. Either was fine with him really.

He shook his head and tried to push that thought away. George Washington was his boss. The CEO of the company and he’d never treated Alexander with anything but professional courtesy. He was polite. He was friendly. A little online snooping before he’d taken the job had twigged him to the fact that his boss was out. Had been out for years. Had married his long-time boyfriend as soon as it was legal and they were divorced less than two years later. Whatever had happened— and no one would ever say— George was generous with Friedrich’s alimony checks— and Alexander was in the position to know since he was the one writing them out each month.

He was the one who wrote out all the checks. Who paid George’s bills and reconciled his accounts. Made sure Virginia Power was paid and ordered the groceries that George’s housekeeper emailed him about each week. He saw the charges for Louie’s— a low key gay club— where George went once a month. More if they landed a good deal and he felt the need to treat himself. A little more snooping and Alexander realized his boss’s bar tabs was for three drinks at most and then a second charge for a private dance with a stripper named Ben (that had taken a little more, slightly less legal snooping, not that Alexander had been troubled about that). Once he’d seen a picture of the boy it was all Alexander could do to keep from driving down to that bar and punching pretty, perfect, porcelain skinned Ben dead center of his pouty pink lips.

“Stalker much?” His roommate Hercules had laughed when he saw Alexander fuming the Sunday that he’d finally given in to his natural inclination to snoop.

“He’s just—” Alexander ran his fingers through his hair and groaned.

“Getting paid to grind his ass on a dick you’d be happy to grind on for free?” Hercules suggested.

“Shut up.” Alexander glared at him. “It’s not—”

Hercules raised an eyebrow at him.

“He’s just…” Alexander pointed at the strippers promo picture on the club’s website. Pretty and smiling and muscular. He looked mischievious and playful and like he didn’t obsess over the tiny details of reports. He could probably contort himself into two dozen weird sex positions and liked to be tied up. He probably didn’t snore or toss and turn when his lovers spooned him. He was always this close to turned on and no one had ever broken up with him because he was too vanilla in bed. “Well look at him.”

“Meh.” Hercules shrugged. “He’s all right.”

“Well George thinks he’s gorgeous obviously.”

“George thinks he’s figured out the right combination of wiggle, grind and moan,” Hercules retorted. “You see any other date charges? Any diner purchases after that club closes? Fancy clothes at shops marketed to young and spending a sugar daddy’s money.”

“No but—”

“But nothing,” Hercules answered. “You know as well as I do ‘don’t fuck the patrons’ doesn’t apply when it comes to a whale like George Washington. That man walks into the club and a sign that says Available Sugar Daddy appears over his head in blinking rainbow colored neon.”

Alexander had growled at the thought of some slut taking advantage of his George like that. His boss, he’d reminded himself. His boss, George. Not his George. George wasn’t his. Because Alexander knew George was gay. And George knew Alexander knew that George was gay. 

And George knew that Alexander was gay. He’d been silently supportive in a low key way when John had decided that John and Alexander and Alexander’s job wasn’t the type of threesome John was looking for and decided to tell him that over text— while he was at work. He’d taken Alexander’s phone from him as he’d sat there, staring at John’s text rant about how selfish he was, and how he was a workaholic. He’d shut the phone off and put it in his own pocket as texts about how Alexander didn’t appreciate John and didn’t meet his needs and how he was boring in bed and their sex life sucked and—

His stomach squirmed at the thought of George reading those texts. Some part of him knew that his boss hadn’t. Wouldn’t invade his privacy that way. But the idea of George Washington seeing John discuss all his failures in bed? Jesus, no wonder the man didn’t want to fuck him.

George had just put a hand on his shoulder and given it a squeeze. Had ordered from Alexander’s favorite deli for lunch and gotten curry from his favorite takeout place. He’d even ordered a double order of samosas and only taken one— leaving nine for Alexander because George knew they were his favorite. So he was gay and George was gay and they both knew they were gay and single. But somehow that didn’t seem to link up in the way that Alexander wanted— which was him, spread out across George’s bed, stark naked and freshly fucked, his boss laying beside him.

Which brought him back to the worst part of his job. George had slept at the office the night before and Alexander had stopped to pick up his dry cleaning and come in to find his boss in his shower. And a client in Japan was on the phone and he was not going to talk to anyone but Mr. Washington and he was going to do that now. He was not leaving a message for Mr. Washington to call him back.  And yes, he’d hold.

He knocked on the bathroom door. “Mr. Washington?”

He knocked again. No answer.

He took a deep breath and closed his eyes before reaching for the knob. The last thing he needed was to see the boss he had a massive crush on naked and dripping wet in the shower. Not today. Not with the way his libido was going.

He turned the knob and opened the door, staying on the other side. “Mr. Washington? Sir?” His voice cracked on the last word. 

“Mmmm.” His boss let out a groan and Alexander felt himself stiffening. 

He peeked his head around the door and glanced in. There was Washington, eyes closed, head tilted back under the spray as he ran a bar of soap across his heavily muscled chest.

Alexander licked his lips as he saw soap suds slipping down George’s abs, following the bar of soap. God what he wouldn’t give to chase those bubbles with his tongue.

George continued to scrub lower and for the first time in his life Alexander found that he was very much jealous of his boss’s soap.

George put the soap aside and reached down to palm himself and Alexander swallowed. This is definitely where he should speak up. He should let his boss know that he was there. He should clear his throat or say George’s name. He should not watch his boss—

The other man started to stroke his length and all rational thought left his brain. He should definitely say something. Anything. Or just get the hell out. Run. Pretend he was never here. He should do anything other than stand here and watch as his boss jerked off in the shower.

“Alexander,” his boss moaned and the words landed like quick dry concrete around his feet, rooting him in place.

George continued to stroke and his other hand slid up the length of his body to play with his nipples.

Alexander’s licked his lips and tried to ignore the fact that he was harder than he’d ever been in his life — including the time he was fourteen and discovered gay porn and the fact that he didn’t get hot and bothered around cheerleaders like all the other guys in his group home suddenly made a lot more sense.

“Oh yes,” George moaned. “Alexander.”

He whimpered low in his throat.

“Are you going to keep watching or are you going to come and help?” George’s voice washed over him and the man didn’t even bother to turn his head or open his eyes.

Was his boss actually talking to him or was he talking to some fantasy Alexander in his head?

“Want you on your knees,” George crooned. “Want to watch you suck me.”

Yeah, Alexander reached for his tie. It didn’t matter if George thought he was talking to a fantasy in his head or not. Alexander wasn’t going to let that invitation go to waste.

He pulled himself out of his clothes as quickly as he could, dropping them just outside the bathroom door and hurried toward the shower.

Do or die time.

He pulled open the shower door and stepped inside.

George opened his eyes and gave Alexander a lazy smile. “Took you long enough.”

“I…”

His boss’s arms wrapped around him and pulled him in for a sweet kiss, tongues tangling, their erections trapped between them. “God you’re beautiful,” George murmured.

“I… um…” Alexander let his hands trail up George’s muscular chest as the other man kissed along the length of his neck. “I mean… Me… You… You’re not interested in me that way.”

“Says who?” George lifted his head so they were eye to eye and raised an eyebrow before grinding his body against Alexander’s.

“You haven’t even flirted. Not once.”

“Not in the beginning,” George answered. “You had a boyfriend. And I am a firm believer in monogamy. I don’t fuck other men’s boyfriends.”

“We’ve been broken up three months.”

“I was giving you time to get over it,” George answered, nibbling his earlobe. “I was trying to be sensitive. Besides, I very much do not want to be your retaliation fuck.”

“Not my style,” Alexander whimpered as the other man brought his hands up to start teasing Alexander’s nipples and making him squirm. “I’m more of an eat chocolate ice cream and watch Hallmark movies kind of dumpee.”

“I’ll remember that,” George murmured as he let one of his hands trail down to wrap around Alexander’s length and began to stroke. “But let’s not talk about your ex. Let’s talk about how distracting your ass is every time you lean over my desk.”

“I…” Alexander shuddered as pleasure skittered along his spine and he could feel his balls tightening as George’s fingers brought him to the edge. He whimpered as George’s grip tightened and he began to stroke faster.

“Or how many times I’ve fantasized about sitting at my desk and letting you kneel at my feet and suck my cock. How many times I’ve sat there, you just outside my office at your desk, and got myself off imagining what it would be like to fuck you in this shower. To let you ride me on that couch. Spread you out over your desk and wreck you all over those contracts you worry so much about.

White lights flashed at the sides of his eyes and every muscle in his body clenched as every cell in his body simultaneously tried to force itself from his cock.

“Good boy,” George crooned as he held Alexander up on weakened knees. 

“You’re even prettier than I thought you’d be when you come.”

He squirmed out of his boss’s grip and slid to his knees, nosing along George’s length. He wrapped his lips around the other man’s cock and started to suck, swirling his tongue and bobbing his head. He wrapped one hand around his boss’s shaft to control just how far the other man could go because he’d suspected his boss was big but he was pretty sure he was going to earn some sort of merit badge for not getting ripped in half the first time they had sex.

“So good.” George panted as Alexander worked his length.

Fingers combed through his hair— not pulling, not holding him in place, just caressing him— and Alexander hummed in approval.

He felt a soft tap on his shoulder, George’s courtesy signal that he was about to come, and Alexander began to suck harder, moving his hand along the shaft and trying to coax the other man into coming.

George’s hips twitched once and Alexander tasted the first salty spill along his tongue. He swallowed and let George empty himself as Alexander drank him down.

“Mmmm.” He licked his boss clean and then tilted his head up to stare at George.

“I have a feeling you,” George ran his thumb across Alexander’s lower lip. “Are a very wicked boy. And you’re going to make it very hard to remember that I’m here to work and not spend my days seeing how sweet I can make you moan.” George reached behind him and flipped off the now cooling shower.

“It’s not technically work hours,” Alexander said as he pulled himself upright.

“Never the less,” George said as he pressed a quick kiss to Alexander’s lips and opened the shower door to retrieve two towels from the rack. “This can’t happen again.”

Alexander felt his heart drop into his toes. “Oh.”

George wrapped a towel around his own waist and then handed one to Alexander. “Which means we’re both going to have to start being very productive so we can get out of here at a reasonable hour each night.”

“I…” Alexander stared at him, failing to see the connection.

“Because if I can’t fuck you here,” George said. “I’m going to need to make sure we both have plenty of time in my bed for me to do the job thoroughly.”

“Oh.” His eyes widened. George didn’t want to not do this again. He just didn’t want to do it at work. That… That actually made sense.

“Now.” George said as he finished drying himself off and reached for the suit bag hanging on a hook on the door. “Did you come into my bathroom for a reason or was it just ‘make all your horny boss’s fantasies come true day’ and no one wrote it on my calendar.”

Come in here… Oh shit. Alexander’s eyes widened. He’d actually come in here for a reason. And it wasn’t mind blowing orgasms.

“You have a phone call. Mr. Abe from Japan. He refused to leave a message. He’s on hold.”

George snorted and Alexander could see his lips curling as he hastily pulled on his clothes. “Well, I’ll just have to tell Mr. Abe that I was unavoidably detained.”