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manhattanprincesmythe · 6 years ago

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At The Stroke Of Midnight || ST. SMYTHE

Sebastian didn't recall a night in which he had to keep smiling for so long. His jaw already hurt from having to smile and pretend he even cared about what all the people at the Club said that night. Leave it to him to give into the idea of actually having the place open on New Year's Eve of all dates, but as it turned out, there were a lot of lonely people that night, looking for something to drink, maybe eat and most likely a good visual distraction. From his table, located just a bit higher than any others he had a good eye on the place, especially the man who now haunted his mind, day and night. When it was announced that it was ten minutes to midnight he stood up and went up the stairs to his office, where he could spare himself from the loud burst of cheers that was about to happen.

Jesse hated New Years Eve. Always had, even when he was younger. His parents never let him stay up until midnight and then when he was old enough, it was just boring. He tried the party thing when he went to UCLA but he just ended up doing nothing, as always. And then when he got to New York he was working in clubs and he always worked New Years Eve. And it was a night that brought out all the crazies. Nobody goes to a club - especially not a gay strip club - on NYE unless they're single and have no better prospects. No friends with parties, no family. The tips were always shit, the customers were usually drunk and handsy and he just wanted to get home and shower.As the new year drew closer, he watched Sebastian out of the corner of his eye. Once again he'd practically ignored him since their last encounter, though there had been actual conversations this time. It was like each time Sebastian seemed to insist that it wouldn't happen again, but he was hardly convincing anybody because it kept happening. And damned if Jesse was going to stop it. So when he saw Sebastian quietly slip out of the room and up the stairs towards his office, he couldn't help but follow. He slipped away from the man who had been talking to him without him even realising (he was drunk enough for that) and took the steps two at a time, walking into Sebastian's office and shutting the door behind him before his boss could speak."You clearly hate New Years as much as I do," Jesse said in lieu of a greeting, stepping up to Sebastian. What was the worst that could happen? He told him to go back downstairs? "So why don't we ring in the new year doing something enjoyable?" In a brazen move, he slipped his thumbs under the waistband of the tight shorts he was wearing (the only piece of clothing he was wearing) and started to push them down. "You can act like it'll never happen again every time but we both know you'd bend me over this desk and fuck me in a heartbeat. You can even tie me up again. What better way to ring in the new year, right?" He smirked at him, "clock's ticking, boss."

@notyourbroadwaybabe

Faithful to his own stash of alcohol, Sebastian had only stick to club soda the whole night, leaving the good stuff for that exact moment, the moment when he would be in his office, alone, away from all the noise and thumping music downstairs. It was undoubtedly a good night, but he couldn't wait for it to be over. His back was to the door when all the sudden the noise coming from downstairs was audible again, then shut down, meaning the door had been opened and closed almost immediately. He turned on the spot and, of course, Jesse was there. "It appears so. And it's also clear that me hinting that I want to be alone up here wasn't that much obvious" he said with a bitter tone. "What'd you want, St. James?" he begun to ask, when the man's words, and moves made that clear. He chuckled and poured himself a glass of bourbon. "Someone can't really can't enough, huh? Not that I can blame. No one can ever get enough of me. It's both a gift and a curse." He gulped a whole shot down. "What, none of your clients appealed to you enough for a New Year's Eve fuck, St. James?"

Jesse shrugged, undeterred by Sebastian's words, though he did pause in taking off his shorts. "What better way to celebrate the new year than being balls deep in somebody... beats being alone." God, Sebastian could be an ass sometimes, it made him wonder occasionally how the hell he was so attracted to him. But it didn't change the fact that he was, and that the times between their fucks felt longer and longer each time... even if they were generally shorter. "I don't fuck my clients," he replied sharply, "I dance for them, that's it. Which makes you money. You of all people know what happened at Dante's and why I left. I'm not a fucking hooker."

Sebastian poured himself another drink, his eyes never stopping to see every movement Jesse did. "You're pretty touchy for someone who likes to have balls deep... whatever, so much." He chuckled, then took a sip of his scotch, a smaller one this time, then he turned to face Jesse and tugged him by the loop of his shorts. "But I suppose it'd be a damn shame to let all that eagerness go to waste, wouldn't it?"

Jesse rolled his eyes, "yeah, on my terms. I like getting fucked and I'm not ashamed at that, but that doesn't mean I sleep with people for money. I dance for my clients - your clients, that's it. The closest they get to me is a lap dance, if they want to pay for one. And if that's what you're jealous about, I'll give you one for free one day," he smirked at him, just as Sebastian tugged him closer, "mmm, it would. If you'd prefer me to go back downstairs and let your clients get handsy for New Years just say the word, otherwise," he raised an eyebrow at him, "do something about it."

Sebastian chuckled. "You keep saying I'm jealous. Is that what you like to tell yourself? That I want you all to myself? That's heart warming, St. James. And don't worry... I'll pay you. It's your job after all, right?" He gave the hem of his shorts another tug and pulled him closer, their bodies barely an inch apart. "Something like what? Got any ideas?"

Jesse ignored everything said prior, and put his hand on Sebastian's chest to stop him from moving any closer and shook his head, "you're not paying me for anything other than my normal wages... if I dance for you it's because I want to. If you pay me it becomes an obligation and - as you've said before - you're not that kind of boss." When Sebastian pulled him closer he lost all resolve anyway. Being mostly naked around a clothed Sebastian wasn't exactly a new experience for him, but it certainly never made him feel any less exposed because of that. "Well, if you don't shut me up I'm just going to keep talking and saying things you don't like so you should probably start with that. We've only got a few minutes until midnight... bet you're not fast enough to be fucking me by then." He looked at Sebastian, clearly challenging him.

Sebastian tilted his head to the side a bit, an almost amused expression on his face. "You'd think that after having my cock up your ass you'd knew me better than that, St. James" he said with a low voice, almost like a growl, then with a swift move he grabbed him by the wrist and turned him around, his hands then holding both his wrists as he slammed him face first against the wall, the roaring sound downstairs muffling the thud. "Care to calculate that again?" he said in his ear, his hand then reaching down and ripping the small piece of clothing in two.

Jesse did know better than that, but he'd figured what better way to move on from the conversation was to challenge Sebastian... if there was one thing he knew about his boss it was that he couldn't resist a challenge. He grunted when he hit the wall - hard. It hurt, but it was basically what he'd begg- no, he never begged. "You make a compelling argument," he said thickly, swallowing to clear his throat just as Sebastian ripped his shorts off, leaving him nothing to wear. "Guess that's one way to make sure I can't leave your office," he said, having to squirm a bit from the way Sebastian was holding him hard against the wall, just to turn his head to the side.

Sebastian smirked, his nose sniffing up Jesse's neck, like a predator savoring the smell of its prey. "And who's to say I'm not having you walking back downstairs, naked, and limping from me having fucked your brains out, hmm?" He spat on one of his hands and rubbed some of it on his cock, and some on Jesse's hole, then he pushed his hips on him hard, not yet penetrating him, but making him feel he was there. "Five minutes! the voices said from outside the door and he grinned. "Maybe I want everyone to see how hot you look after I'm done with you, St. James."

Jesse sucked in a deep breath when he felt Sebastian's cock press against him. He imagined the spectacle, if Sebastian did just that... and he knew Sebastian was right. He'd be limping after his boss was done with him tonight, because something told him - with the crowds outside - they wouldn't be leaving his office for awhile yet. And his body (and cock) thrummed at the thought. "I'm always hot," he retorted, "and who says I'd be limping ... you talk big game." He tried to reach out and touch anywhere he could, but it was hard from the way he was bent over on his stomach, so he settled for resting his arms by his side, breathing steadily as he waited for Sebastian to continue.

Sebastian chuckled, his hips grinding harder on Jesse, his cock rubbing his entrance again and again. "You, always hot? Now who's talking a big game, hmm?" he said in quiet voice. "Three minutes!" The roar from downstairs got louder all the sudden, and he looked down at him, all bent and willing, and he grinned. "Better get this thing going then, don't you think?" he said, and before Jesse could ask he held himself and pushed the blunt tip past the muscle ring, slowly sinking all the way in until his hips rested against Jesse's ass. The sound of music and cheering drowned the grunts and moans that were now filling the room.

"Not big game if it's true," he replied, with a slight laugh but it was cut off by Sebastian starting to press forward, sinking into him. It burned from the lack of preparation and lube, his hole resisting and clenching around Sebastian. It was too much, too soon yet god he wanted all of it, wanted more. Wanted this to be how the new year started. His hands clenched into fists as he willed himself to relax, "fuck..." He groaned, his head thudding down against the desk, "keep going... please don't stop."

Sebastian groaned when he feel his muscle clamping hard around him, and before Jesse could have any time to adjust, and also encouraged by the male's go ahead, he pulled back a bit and slammed right back into him. "ONE MINUTE!" Sebastian held onto Jesse's shoulders and steadied his body enough so his own shaking wouldn't make him fall on top of Jesse. Shifting his position a bit he bent over Jesse, his lips brushing his ear, as the final countdown begun. 5... 4... 3... 2... 1" Sebastian grinned. "Happy New Year, St. James" he whispered in his ear, then he snapped his hips forward and started to fully slam his cock into him, their bodies smacking hard as he fucked the other man hard.

Jesse's body was pushed forward against the desk every time Sebastian slammed into him from the force alone, even still when Sebastian held onto his shoulders so he could thrust forward even harder. When Sebastian spoke in his ear, all he could do was groan in reply, his body (and brain) practically turned to jelly from the way Sebastian was fucking him that he couldn't even begin to form an intelligent reply. But he knew already that this would be one New Years he wouldn't be forgetting any time soon. "Fuck," he moaned, his cock already hard and leaking from the friction from the way his body was rubbing against the desk below, and the way Sebastian was slamming into him, knowing it wouldn't be long before his body was pushed over the edge.

Sebastian had one hand grabbing onto Jesse's shoulder, the other fisting the short dark golden locks of hair as he kept on drilling the male's ass, the desk squeaking dangerously every time he did so. He moaned loudly when he felt the way his hole was clamping around him, and he knew the way his body reacted well by now. He pulled him harder by the hair, making his head to lean almost all the way back. "I feel you... You're about to cum aren't you..." He grinned, then slipped his hand between Jesse's legs and squeezed the base of his cock. "Hold it in, St. James. Not yet..." He pulled out of him and tugged him around the desk, then he sat down himself and pulled him on his lap. "RIde my cock.. and then you can cum, understood?"

Jesse grunted when Sebastian tugged hair on his hair, forcing his neck to stretch out and his head to lift up. When Sebastian said he was about to come he moaned in reply, an obvious yes, and he could feel his boss' hand making his way around his waist. So when he squeezed it the way he did, instead of stroking it like Jesse had been expecting, he tried to look around at him in surprise even if he couldn't really move his head that way, but his next words explained it. When he pulled out though, he made a noise of displeasure, confused, but it wasn't long before he got it. With his legs straddled on either side of Sebastian, he nodded, slowly sinking down onto him. "Yes... I understand, sir... fuck." He moaned once Sebastian's cock was deep inside of him again, and then started bouncing on him, lifting himself up and down as he rode him, fucking himself on Sebastian's cock. He could feel the familiar pull in his stomach, but tried to hold back, even though it seemed impossible. "Fuck... I'm not gonna... do I have to wait ..." He couldn't stop himself any longer, spilling his load over himself, his muscles clenching around Sebastian as he continued to ride him.

Sebastian moaned when he felt Jesse's heat engulphing him, his hips jerking a bit before he let him have the pace he wanted, and he sank his fingernails on his hips as the man bounced on his lap, every movement impalling him fully. Sebastian could barely have the chance to thrust back up, Jesse now having all the control in a way now. He looked up at him when he told him he couldn't last much longer, and he closed his hand around his neck and squeezed it lightly as he came between them, then pulled him down for a rough, wet kiss, just as he came too, his body shaking as the high ran through him. "Ahhh... fuckfuck.. mmm..."

Jesse was pushed over the edge when Sebastian's hands wrapped around his neck and he gasped, his back arching as he reached his high. He could feel Sebastian's load filling him up, another stark reminder they hadn't used a condom again. But both of them were well past that now. He continued to move his hips slowly on top of Sebastian until they were both coming down, their lips moving against one another.

Sebastian's hips jutted upwards hard with every jerk of his own body shooting his cum inside of Jesse, their lips enraptured together in the hottest and roughest kiss, tongues and teeth sucking and bitting one another, until they finally started moving slow, and then none. He pulled back and looked up at Jesse, his chest rising up and down as he tried to get his breath back, while they could still hear the loud roar from downstairs.

Jesse swallowed when Sebastian pulled back, looking down at him and quirked his lips slightly. "You can't tell me that wasn't a better way to spend New Years than downstairs with that lot." He shifted, slowly climbing off Sebastian with a slight wince.

Sebastian sat up straight when Jesse climbed off him, then chuckled and reached for the tissue box. "Obviously. A good fuck is always preferible to some kiss-ass people." He stood up and tucked himself back in. "There's some spare clothes in the closet if you want some."

Jesse couldn't help but smirk at that, "boss, if you wanted me to kiss your ass, you only had to ask." He looked down at where his shorts had ended up on the floor, ripped from how Sebastian had tore them off him. He walked over to the closet Sebastian was talking about - wondering if Sebastian could notice the slight limp in his walk - and opened it. "I don't think I can go back to work wearing this though, so I hope that's okay." He looked over at him, as he stepped into a pair of trousers and pulled a shirt on. They didn't fit perfectly, but the pants stayed up, and the shirt buttoned up so he supposed that was good enough.

Sebastian washed his hands the best he could and looked back at him. "It's okay. You don't need to go back to work tonight. In fact-" He walked up to him and cupped his chin. "How about we go home, asked for some takeout and have some more fun, hmm?" He winked and let go of his face.

Jesse looked at Sebastian, trying to hide his mild surprise at the other man's statement. They'd - for lack of a better phrase - fell into bed with each other several times now but after each time, Sebastian always acted so adamant it wouldn't happen again. By now Jesse had learnt to just assume it wouldn't happen again... and so far, it held true. So when Sebastian suggested they continue, he couldn't deny he was a little surprised... and also one hundred percent for it. "Can't get enough of me, can you boss?" He smirked at him, straightening up the shirt he'd put on. He felt so out of place wearing trousers and a button up at a place where he usually wore next to nothing, "but that sounds great. I'm starving. And thank you for not making me go back out there and deal with that crowd." He jabbed his thumb in the direction of the door, "it would be such a bad way to end an evening after all the fun we just had."

Sebastian shrugged. "I don't know. But there's something about such a willing ass that brings that out on me. I wonder why" he said, then chuckled and put his jacket back on. "You're not dealing with them tonight. You'll be dealing with me. New Year resolution, we shall call it. Now-" He opened the door and winced when the loud sound hit him right in the face. "Ready to escape through the back door?" he said, looking at him with a grin on his face.

Jesse laughed, "I'd take offense to you calling me a willing ass, but it's pretty accurate. What can I say, you know how to fuck a guy." His body gave an involuntary shudder at the way Sebastian said he'd be dealing with him, not them, and he nodded, "fuck yes. Back door all the way. Lead the way, boss."

Sebastian typed a quick text to his club manager, saying that he will retire early but would be back the following day to check everything was in order. "I knew you'd like the idea. Let's go." He locked the office after Jesse walked out, then they both went down the stairs quickly and snuck through the back door, the party still going loud in the plaace. But he had plans for a party for two of his own that night, and as they both got into his car, which was being guarded by his men outside, and drove away to his penthouse, he was certain that would be the case.

END SCENE.

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manhattanprincesmythe · 6 years ago

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Refuge || ST. SMYTHE

Jesse walked into the club early, glancing around to see if there was anybody already here. He was often the first one here, or the only one practicing his show. There were a lot of dancers that had come and gone already, even in his few months here. It was a good job, but most of them had bigger aspirations. He did too, he supposed, but he'd really lost track of them over time. Still, he saw nobody here and wasn't surprised. He glanced at the staircase where he knew Sebastian's office was waiting at the top. He'd barely spoken to his boss in months, with the exception of work talk or polite greetings and he'd be lying if he said it didn't hurt. "Idiot," he muttered to himself. He'd been nothing but a warm mouth for Sebastian and he'd known that going in. Hell, it was all Jesse had wanting going into it as well. So he shouldn't be surprised or disappointed. Still, it had been nice to have somebody to blow some steam off with for a time. He sighed, and walked towards the stairs, knowing he had to ask Sebastian to approve a new routine, the one he'd been working on, anyway.

Walking into his office, Sebastian had left the door open, which wasn't really a thing that he did. He guarded the privacy of his office, wanting to keep the way business were handle apart from the employees; they didn't need to know all the pesky, sometimes dark details of how business was taken care of most times, which was why Sebastian walked in with a troubled mind, not minding he had left the door open. He poured himself a drink and sighed as he sat down on his chair, his eyes looking at the ceiling for a long while, not even drinking yet, and also not even noticing someone was walking in.

@notyourbroadwaybabe

When Jesse reached the top of the stairs, he stared at the door in front of him for the longest time. He debated just turning around and walking away again, abandoning the new routine. But he'd been working on it for some time and he knew the crowd would like it and, truthfully, he needed the extra tips. People paid when they saw something new, it was basic performing. He knocked lightly and then pushed the door open out of habit, "boss? I have something I need to run by you."

Sebastian had his head between his hands, his elbows resting on the desk while he sat on the chair, his brain working a thousand miles an hour with thoughts; when he heard Jesse's voice he looked up and leaned back on his chair, sighing. "Yeah, what is it?"

Jesse felt bad for disturbing Sebastian for a moment, because it was clear he'd been probably using the few seconds of private time he had to compose his thoughts. "I finally got that move I've been working on for months so I changed up my routine and I know I have to run it by you." His eyes wandered to the desk for a second, and he couldn't help but thinking of Sebastian bending him over it. Not that they'd ever done that here, only the one time in Sebastian's apartment, but sometimes he still found his mind wandering. He blinked, shaking his head and then looked back up to Sebastian, I can come back, if you're busy."

Sebastian didn't really pay attention to anything Jesse said, except the part when he said he was leaving. "No, in fact... Close the door and sit down. We have- I have something to tell you, Jesse."

Jesse's brow creased in confusion and then he nodded, stepping inside of the office. He was suddenly glad he'd been practicing in a shirt, because although being shirtless around Sebastian was nothing he wasn't used to given his job. But he was sure that nowadays, wearing merely the short, tight shorts he wore to work in the office alone with Sebastian would make him feel uncomfortable, at least mildly. "We?" He asked, looking around.

Sebastian waited until Jesse closed the door and was sitting down, then put his glass down before he leaned forward on his chair. "The guy that jumped you... His body- They found him. The Morettis found him."

Jesse felt like the floor had given away beneath him, and he just stared at Sebastian, the words ringing in his ears. It was like he couldn't quite comprehend them, but also had all the consequences already swirling through my brain. "Oh my god..." He leaned back against the wall, "I think I'm going to be sick... fuck, I knew I should have called the cops... risked the self defence charge. But then, no, the Morettis would have killed me for killing one of theirs. They wanted me dead anyway. But you... great. I'm going to prison. I'm not even one of your foot soldiers, you'll throw me under the bus because the cops will assume you did it. Fuck, when they find out I'm gay in prison, I'm fucking screwed. I can pass as straight right? Totally. Fuck," he said again, his back sliding down until he was sitting on the ground in Sebastian's office, "wait." A thought struck him and he looked up at Sebastian, the mild panic from earlier only growing and he was sure Sebastian was going to kick him out for being a nuisance, "you said the Morettis found him. Not the cops. How did they even know where to look?"

Sebastian raised his brow so high, it almost touched his hairline, then as he watched Jesse slipping down to the floor, he stood up and poured some bourbon in a second glass and walked back to where Jesse was, then gave it to him. "Shut the fuck and drink this, St. James. Jesus..." He shook his head and leaned against his desk as he took a sip of his own drink. "Because that's where our families usually dump the trash" he said matter of factly.

Jesse looked up from where his head was resting in his hands and saw the small glass with the amber liquid being held in front of him. He narrowed his eyes but took it from Sebastian, giving it a small sniff. "It isn't poison, is it?" At Sebastian's look - and oh boy, if looks could kill - he shrunk back in himself and took a drink. He supposed Sebastian would have no need to kill him, he probably needed him to throw him under the bus. With that thought in mind, he took a much larger mouthful of the drink, always so jealous as to how smoothly Sebastian's expensive bourbon went down. "Right," he muttered to himself, "of course. What does that... what does that mean though? Do they want blood? Or are the cops investigating? I don't know what's worse, oh my god," he thudded his head against the wall behind him and groaned.

Sebastian frowned when Jesse said that, then rolled his eyes as he walked back to the edge of his desk and drank some more, his hand holding onto the counter so tight, his knuckles turned white, that's how on the edge he was, even if he didn't show it. Things were much more simpler just a while ago, when he held Jesse down onto that same desk and fucked the lights out of him; but things had changed, and in what way. "They usually don't want the poilce involved in things like these, and the police don't care about our families feud either, so... If I remember correctly from my childhood, there should be some sort of meeting soon."

Jesse stared at Sebastian, hand gripping onto the glass as he down the rest of the drink in one go. His legs felt too unsteady to stand up so he didn't he bothered trying, instead he just set the glass aside him on the ground, and ran a hand through his hair before he realised. An ex girlfriend had told him once that when he got nervous, he used to run his hand through his hair like ... what was the example she used? Right, Danny Zuko. He supposed he still did it sometimes. "A meeting? What between the two families? That sounds more like a bloodbath." He paused and then added after taking a breath steady himself. Maybe the past couple of years had taken him down a notch, with everything that happened at Dante's, and everything with Sebastian here... but he was still Jesse St James and he needed to stop acting like some kind of coward. "I don't feel bad. About killing him. It was actually mildly satisfying. So I don't care what you tell them."

Sebastian chuckled and downed the rest of his scotch, already on his way to get another one. Once he had joked with a cousin of his that it would be cool if their families would be anything like they were in The Godfather movies; turns out, it was a lot like that, even to his own liking. "It's not. Not at first, at least. We need to sit down and talk about what happened, what can it be done, if there can any leverage from both sides, things like that. If no arragement is made then-" He shrugged, figuring that Jesse could imagine the rest. "Things had been rather calmd for years, but both families now have different people at front, i mean different people from our parents, so I guess it's as good a time as any to lay down some new rules. Plus, the attack on you was deliberate. It was meant to stir things up, and it did, so now we have to deal with it. What you did was self deffense, nothing more or less, and that's story you're sticking to, understood?" He was about to pour himself more scotch, then he turned around to look at him with a frown in his face. "Wait... What's that suppose to mean? 'I don't care what you tell them.' What do you think I was going to tell them anyway?"

Jesse listened to Sebastian's words, but didn't reply. If someone had told him a year ago he'd been entangled in a fight between two of New York's most prolific mob families, he would have laughed at them. And yet, here he was, sitting on the floor of Sebastian's office. It was almost surreal, imagining the two of them sitting down. Comical even. He knew it wouldn't be like that, but he couldn't help but picture Sebastian sitting on a large spinning chair at the end of a table, cat in hand as dramatic music played. "I... I don't know," he shrugged, "I guess that I killed one of their guys. I know it was a deliberate hit on me but they'll want blood, right? Blood for blood? Telling them it's me gets them off your case. I'm not part of your family, I'm just some nobody that dances at your club."

Sebastian walked back to where he had been standing on his desk and leaned back, a soft chuckle falling from his lips. "What are you saying, that you're willing to be the poetic martyr in this whole story? Is that it, St. James?"

Jesse made a face, giving Sebastian a look, "nobody wants to be a martyr. Anybody who says they want that is ridiculous. But if you're going to tell them what happened and what I did to save your family's skins, then I may as well not be some coward about this. Even though I'm sure you think I am."

Sebastian shrugged. "I don't think you're a coward. You killed that man to protect yourself. I haven't done in all of my life yet, nor I think I'd be able to. As for telling them, they already know what happened. All that's left is decide what to do next. Until that's done, you'll be under total survelliance with one of our security teams, understood?"

Jesse stared at Sebastian, not blinking, for a few moments as an uncomfortable silence filled the room. "You-" he said, breaking it, "- you've never killed someone? I ... I always figured you had. I know you guys never get your hands dirty and all that, but I figured as some test you would have had to at some point." He laughed, though it was sad and unamused and shook his head, thudding it back against the wall, "why are you helping me? I would have thought with everything that happened, you wouldn't have really cared anymore."

Sebastian chuckled, then turned around to go back to his chair. "Yeah, it's always easier to think like that." He put the glass aside and looked at him with a frown on his face. "What'd you mean why? I- well, I don't know- Maybe I just don't want anything else bad happen to you. PLus, it's all connected to you, so you deserved to know what's going on."

Jesse looked at Sebastian, almost like he was studying him, "I don't know. You and I have barely spoken since you kicked me out of your office, so I guess I just figured we had sex, you were done with me and that was that. So I wondered why. I just assumed you wouldn't really care anymore." He finally pushed himself off the ground, though he still leaned back against the wall, "I'm not trying to say I don't appreciate it, because I do. I don't want to die and be dumped in a river. I guess I just figured if it ever came to that, me being gone wouldn't exactly make a difference to anybody."

Sebastian crossed his arms as he watched Jesse stood up from the floor. "Like I once already said, I care about you, and all my employees for that matter, because you all work for me. It's my responsability to keep a safe work environment, and if something happens that is work related, like this case in point, it's my duty to see it through. So yeah. I care." He sat down and gave him a curious, almost fond look. "Come on... I wouldn't let that happen to you, St. James. You think I'd willingly let go, in any way, of the best piece of ass I've had in years?"

Jesse couldn't help but let out a genuine laughter at that, though there was something uneasy in his stomach. He knew - or hoped - Sebastian didn't mean it like that, but it just reminded him of Dante's, or just things in the past in general. Being treated as nothing more than a - in Sebastian's words - piece of ass, wasn't exactly an experience he wanted to go through again. He nodded. "I am a very nice piece of ass, I'll give you that. Always more where that came from," he winked, because he couldn't help himself and then pushed off the wall. He sat in the chair opposite Sebastian, on the other side of his desk. "You always say that though. About it being your responsibility to keep a safe work environment and all that. I don't think you get how unusual that is, for this line of work. You talk like it's the norm. It's not. May I?" He asked, reached out for the bottle of whisky sitting on the desk.

Sebastian pushed tthe bottle towards Jesse so he could pour some more scotch himself, glad that the other man seemed a lot more calm than a while ago. "I suppose it could be weird, but you guys are the reason why this place has the thrive it's gotten lately. I just... run things, and if something bad happens, whose responsabilty is to make it right but mine? As for you, well... let's just say your well being concerns me more than others."

Jesse accepted the bottle, pouring a little more into his glass. And who could blame him, he was used to cheap, awful wine when he wanted a drink and Sebastian knew his scotch. When his boss finished speaking he smirked, leaning forward just a little, "see! I knew I was your favourite. And not that you really have much competition from sleazebag one and sleazebag two, but you're my favourite boss too."

Sebastian's lips curled into a smirk over the rim of his glass, then he shook his head and chuckled. "Shut up" he said at first, then looked at him with a grin on his face. "Of course I am. I'm way better than those two, and I outrank them too, you know?" He winked at him, then put the glass down and stood up, walking back to where Jesse was again, and he held his chin with his fingertips to make him look up. "Did you really believe I'd let any harm come to you, St. James? I thought you'd know me better than that."

Jesse rolled his eyes and muttered, as Sebastian stood up, "I'm not sure the rank of prince counts when it's a mob prince." He swallowed when Sebastian tilted his chin up and made him up look from where he was sitting in the chair. Sebastian was barely two inches taller than when they were standing but right now, with Jesse sitting down in the chair, his boss was practically looming over the top of him. "Well... if they've found his body and they know I did it, I don't know if I feel safe going back to my apartment alone, boss." He looked up at him, his gaze challenging.

Sebastian licked his lips slightly. "I'm sure my father has dealt with similar cases in the past, and they all have worked out so far." A small smirk appeared on his face. "Hmm, you're right about that. You shouldn't be alone, at least not until the meeting happens and everything settles down. The room you slept in the other night is still available, if you're interested, unless you want one of my bodyguards to room with you." His gaze was equally challenging.

Jesse tilted his head, and then shook it slightly with a smirk on his face, "no, that's not necessary. I think I'd rather take the room." He paused, then then his smile faltered, remembering. "But, I've been here since this morning. I... I should probably check on Matilda. My cat," he added, in case Sebastian had forgotten. He knew the other man probably thought the amount he did actually care for his cat was ridiculous, but he didn't care. She depended on him, and that was his job as her owner. And he doubted one of Sebastian's guys would check on her for him, or that Sebastian would allow him to bring her to his fancy apartment. "So I guess I should go home. She's probably hungry. Unless you'd be willing to wait. I'd feel so much safer at yours tonight, boss." He winked at him.

Sebastian chuckled. "I know who Matilda is, Jesse. And you're right. She needs some food and water, probably some milk even. But I have a better idea, so that you wouldn't have to worry about that for a while... We go together to your place, you gathered some of your things, and also Matilda, and we all go to my place? I'm sure you would feel a lot better having her around. Plus, a cat is not of such maintanence like a dog is, so it should be fine. So? What'd you think?"

Jesse's face lit up - probably an embarrassing amount if he was being honest - at Sebastian's words. He wasn't even expecting his boss to remember who Matilda was since last time he'd mentioned her the other didn't seem to really care. Or acted like he didn't even understand why Jesse would want a cat. Clearly his throat, he composed himself, "that ... actually, that sounds perfect. And you're right, she won't be any trouble. Cats just ignore you most of the time."

Sebastian chuckled. "Which makes them the perfect kind of pets, am I right? So, how about we just go then? The quicker the better. You'll be much safer at my place, believe me." He stood up and grabbed his jacket, along with his phone and car keys. "So? Shall we?" he asked as he held the door open.

Jesse nodded, but didn't feel the need to voice his agreement. The truth was, he'd feel safer anywhere Sebastian was, for a multitude of reasons. He had to remind himself that Sebastian was still his boss. As much as he talked the talk, ultimately he cared about the profit of his business. And Jesse made him profit, so of course he'd be concerned about him to an extent. But Sebastian had been quick to remind him last time, that was all it was. And he wasn't going to make that mistake again... as much as he wanted to. God, he wanted to. "Thanks, yeah. Let's." He followed Sebastian out of the office, and down the stairs towards where the car he recognised as Sebastian's.

They made it quick into the car that was waiting outside, which had been guarded by two men all the time he was inside, then after Jesse also climbed inside they made it all the way to where Jesse lived, but instead of parking at the door, Sebastian pulled over half a block before. "I'm coming with you" he said, not leaving room for any protest on the subject, then he got out of the car and waited for Jesse to join him to walk to the entrance of the building.

Jesse looked up at his building and when Sebastian said he was coming with him, he wanted to argue. He didn't really want Sebastian to see anymore of the building than he had to, but the other man was already out of the car and waiting so he didn't have much of a choice. He sighed, and got out of the car slowly, walking over to Sebastian, "just... please don't say anything, okay? It's not exactly my first choice of apartment either." The area was definitely one of the lower socio-economic areas of New York City, and the building probably wasn't even up to code. It was in pretty bad condition, and the front door to the apartment building didn't even shut properly. "Uhh, the elevator's never worked, sorry. I'm only on the second floor though." When they reached his apartment, he shifted the key to the exact angle and pushed on the door to get it to open, revealing the shoebox of an apartment he called home. It wasn't anything special, it was almost too dark and just old, but not in the charming way. But he did his best. He had additional lighting, he didn't let the type of apartment stop him from keeping it neat and tidy so it wasn't messy or cluttered. And most days he felt like he spent more time at the club than here so it hardly mattered. "Let me just find Matilda, and then I'll grab some of her food and maybe her bed too, if that's okay?"

"Just shut up and get up there, St. James" he said as he followed Jesse up the stairs, then stood behind him as he opened the door. He looked over his shoulder to see the small but well put together apartment, and nodded when he told him he would get his things, and his cat. "I'll wait for you here" he said and turned back to the door, where he stayed in guard while Jesse got everything he migtht needed.

"Thanks," Jesse muttered in reply. He was sure being regulated to the guarding duties was not generally what Sebastian had to do. Jesse had seen him with his own entourage of body guards and lookouts on more than one occasion, so if the situation had been different, it may have been amusing to see Sebastian standing guard at the door to his apartment."Won't be long." He ignored the fact Sebastian was there, and made kissing sounds, calling out for Matilda. "I bet you're hiding in the cupboard again, aren't you? Cheeky," he stepped into his bedroom, leaving the door open behind him and peeked into the cupboard to find her curled up, sound asleep. "Gee, hello to you too," he rolled his eyes, grabbing her carrier from where it sat on his second bedside table. He felt a little bad for waking her up, and her angry meow she let out certainly didn't help. "Sorry beautiful, but I'll let you out as soon as I can, okay?" As in response, she turned around in the carrier, swishing her tail in his direction, and laid down with her head to the back of the crate. He shook his head to himself but smiled, standing up, carefully holding the carrier in one hand. He set it aside on the bench, and threw a some of her food and her bowls (after emptying them) in a bag, as well as two toys, and hooked it on his arm. Then he picked up the carrier with one hand and her bed with the other. "Okay. We're ready, aren't we Matilda?" She gave a soft, still annoyed sounding meow and Jesse shrugged, "she hates the carrier, sorry. It generally means the vet."

Sebastian had to bite back a chuckle when he heard Jesse making kissing noises to call the cat out, and only when he heard his voice saying he was ready, and after checking the hallway was clear, he turned around and raised a brow when he saw what he was carrying in his hand. "Nice. Did you by any chance actually grab some of your own things. you know, clothes, toothbrush and such, St. James?"

"Um," Jesse looked down at the items he had and then gave Sebastian a sheepish grin, "no? Sorry, I was so focused on Matilda. Give me a second." He bit back the urge to ask Sebastian if he really needed clothes, because he knew Sebastian was just letting him stay in the guest room. And he wouldn't be knocking on his boss' door this time. He stepped back into the bedroom and quickly threw some clothes and toiletries into a bag, before slinging it over his back, "there. Done." He'd taken less care in choosing his own things than he had Matilda's.

"Uh huh" Sebastian said with a chuckle as he watched going back into his room to get his things, then when he rejoined him at the door he nodded. "Let's go" he said then they both went down the stairs and out to the street, wher they walked back to where he had left his car. They got in quickly and he drove off, headed to his place. "Welcome, both of you" he said as they walked through the door of his apartment. "You know where the guest room is, so get comfortable, St. James." He closed the door down and went into the kitchen to get some water for both of them.

Jesse nodded, "thanks." He set down Matilda's carrier on the floor, hesitating. He wasn't sure if he should let her out or not, because this was Sebastian's apartment after all, but the other man had told him it was okay to bring her here. And what was the point of bringing her bed and some toys and bowls, if he wasn't able to let her out. Surely he would have said something earlier. So he unclipped the door of the carrier, opening it and letting her step out cautiously. "Watch her, yeah? I'm just going to put my stuff in the guest room." He hiked his bag up on shoulder and walked down the hall he knew lead to the bedrooms.

Sebastian rolled his eyes at him. "If she decides to jump out the window I'm not gong after her" he said at his back, but of course he was joking. The windows were already closed and he knew cats were smarter than that. He went into the kitchen and opened up the pantry. "Come here, kitty" he called out as he pulled a small can of tuna out and grabbed the opener. "You want something to eat, Matilda?" he asked with a soft voice, the opener clinking the can gently.

Jesse heard Sebastian's words and rolled his eyes to himself. He knew Matilda wouldn't jump even if the windows were open. She'd likely just stalk around the apartment until she found somewhere she deemed up to her standards to nap in. He dumped his bag quickly, not bothering to open it just yet. When he came back he found Sebastian opening a can of tuna for Matilda and smiled to himself, "you give her human tuna and she'll never leave you alone. She loves the stuff," he said with a laugh. He only gave it to her very rarely, as a treat, because while she loved it, human grade tuna lacked nutrients cats needed if they ate it frequently.

Sebastian shrugged. "I have tuna cans to last a lifetime, so I'm not worried about that. Plus, I don't have any cat chow around, so this should do it for tonight. Did you bring her water bowl? She will be thisrty after this." He lowered the bowl where he had just emptied the tuna can onto thee floor, then threw the can away.

Jesse's eyes widened slightly, "please don't feed her a lifetime's supply of tuna. Tuna is fine for them in small amounts, but she'd get really sick if she ate it a lot and... well, honestly, she's all I have." He said, bluntly. He rarely spoke to his family and while he got along with people from work, they generally made an effort to keep their personal lives separate. "I did bring her water bowl. And her food bowl, but she's probably enjoying the fine china." He chuckled, taking out her water bowl and filling it, setting it carefully down on the floor so she'd have access to it. "Thank you for letting us stay here, Sebastian." He was looking at Matilda eating as he spoke, his voice serious now, all hints of the previous joke gone, "I don't... I can't really do anything but say thank you. So thank you."

Sebastian rolled his eyes at him. "It was a figuretively speech, St. James. Jesus... I don't plan to stuff her up with tuna." He threw the empty can inside the pan, then headed to where the fridge. "Don't need to thank me. You should be safe here, at least until all of this is settled. You want something to eat? I have some... roasted chicken here that I can heat up, or we could order some takeout."

Jesse sighed, and crossed his arms with a shrug, "except that I do need to thank you. Even if I don't really talk to my family, my parents still raised me to be a mildly decent - if slightly egotistical and incapable of accepting failure - human being. And you're doing a good thing. You don't have to let me stay here, and you certainly didn't have to let me bring Matilda. So thank you." When Sebastian mentioned food, his stomach gave a large growl as if on cue and he laughed, "leftover chicken is fine. Waste not, want not right?"

Sebastian smiled softly and shrugged. "Got to know I can still surprise you." He chuckled when he heard the man's stomach growling and nodded. "Certainly. Maybe a nice couple of sandwiches with it even? I can slice some tomatoes up and get them in there too." As he spoke, he grabbed the bowl with the chicken in and put it inside the oven to re-heat.

"Mmm," Jesse nodded, "sounds great to me. Do you need help with anything? Hang on. Shit." He'd realised - with everything Sebastian had told him - he'd got distracted with the fact he'd gone into Sebastian's office before his shift. He wondered if Sebastian had told somebody Jesse wouldn't be there. "I was supposed to be dancing tonight. I got there early because I wanted to run a new routine by you. Did you tell them I wasn't going to be there? I," he glanced at his watch, "I can probably make it back on time."

Sebastian raised his hand. "Lower the panic attack, St. James. Hang on." He grabbed his phone and typed a somewhat lengthy text, then pressed Send. "Done. See? No need to worry when you hang out with the boss." He winked at him, then the bell from the oven rang and he put the mittens on to get the tray out, so he could make the sandwiches. "A new routine, huh? Well, as long as we're here you can still show me, right?"

Jesse relaxed a little nodded, "okay, okay. Fine. Sorry, I know you're the boss and all but I just can't do anything that'll risk me losing this job." He leaned against the counter and watched as Sebastian busied himself with the chicken, "not really ... unless you have a pole hiding here somewhere, I can't exactly show you much of the routine. But if that was your way of asking for a lap dance, you just need to say the word," he winked at him, chuckling.

Sebastian was checking the time on the oven to make sure the leftover chicken wouldn't heat too much, then he turned to look at him with a shocked face, that soon turned into a smirk. "Well of course I do. I have one in my own BSDM red room, down the hall." He chuckled . "are you saying that you will give me one if I ask? Hmm... Maybe I'd need to make sure that the customers will be happy, you know?"

Jesse rolled his eyes, since he was about 95% certain Sebastian was kidding. And the 5% that doubted he was, he ignored. "Uhuh, sure," he replied with a laugh, and then leaned forward on the counter with a smirk, "maybe you'll have to ask one day and find out."

Sebastian looked up from the tray where he was slicing the veggies for their sandwiches, then put the knife down and also leaned over the counter, his face almost within reach of the other male's. "Maybe. But not tonight. Tonight we wat and go to bed. It's been a long day." He chuckled and pulled back up, then got the chicken from th eoven and worked on getting the sandwiches ready.

"Pity," Jesse replied with a wink, though he knew Sebastian was right. Somehow being with Sebastian always made him forget about everything else that had happened. He'd almost forgot - in the moment - that a body had been found. Or, more specifically, the body of the man he'd shot. He'd killed a man. Sometimes he forgot that too. "You need me to do anything?" He asked, though he knew Sebastian was practically finishing up.

Sebastian thought about that for a second, then nodded. "You can grab a couple of plates and napkins. Make the counter look pretty for us to eat on it?" He chuckled.

"I'm pretty enough for that, don't worry," Jesse laughed, but complied with Sebastian's instructions, setting up the plates and getting the napkins out as well. "If you want me to make it any prettier, you're going to have to have flowers around here."

Sebastian skillfully chopped everything needed and stuffed the fresh baked bread with the chicken and the veggies, then put them both on the grill and pressed it down so they would grilled up a bit. "Well, then you know what your first stop is going to be tomorrow. The flower shop." He got the sandwiches out, then put them on a larger plate and placed it on the counter. "There you go. Careful, it's hot."

"Mmm," Jesse said, taking one from the plate from where Sebastian put it on the counter, whistling softly because it was hot like Sebastian said - and placed it on the plate in front of him. "Thank you. This smells great. Beats the ramen noodles I was probably going to have tonight."

Sebastian shrugged, though he smiled just a little. "Damn right it does. It's leftover nonetheless, but that won't make it any less good." He blew a puff of air on his own sandwich and took a small bite at it. "Mmm... I was right" he said, then looked at him and winked, then drank a sip of wine after swallowing his bite.

Jesse laughed, "you were. But I'm pretty sure you think you're always right," he pointed out, raising an eyebrow at Sebastian. He blew softly on his sandwich before taking a bite, both of them continuing to eat and take sips of the wine.

Sebastian lifted his own brow in response. "I don't think it. I am" he said, then chuckled and kept on eating their sandwich, while Matilda patted around the apartment, making her way. The quiet that fell on down while they ate was a welcome change from the crazy way that night, that whole day had started. And even though the storm was far from over, it was nice to enjoy those peaceful moments. For now.

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