office party

[ofanotherera]

It goes almost just as Alfie would have expected. He ends up spending the most of the night with cocky, hotshot second year associates trying to subtly talk themselves up, and him grinding his teeth and holding an incongruously delicate champagne glass- then eventually trading it for a tumbler of scotch.

When Tommy finally springs him, he puts a warm arm around his waist, give him a kiss on the throat, just below his ear, and walks him out of the place just like that, standing tall against the stairs, and nobly waiting untl he gets to the elevator to chuckle.

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[bleak_midwinter]

He raises a hand and cradles Alfie's cheek, cupping his ear, almost absently.

"My colleagues are insufferable," he hisses, tapping his foot impatiently while watching the number crawl up.

[ofanotherera]

"Yes."

He agrees, with a grumble.

"But they all have eyes for you, and I liked that part."

[bleak_midwinter]

"Why?" Finally, the elevator arrives with a ding, and he pulls Alfie into it, impatiently pressing the ground floor button.

[ofanotherera]

"Same reason you're going to come to my thesis defence."

He explains, as he steps in, and tucks a hand in Tommy's pocket.

"Pride."

[bleak_midwinter]

"Next week," he says, voice a little lower, a little less tight, as he pulls Alfie close with a hand curled around his waist. "Court. It's open to the public. Better than this shit."

[ofanotherera]

Alfie nods, and preoccupies himself with inching a hand, a tiny increment a time, up the back of his suit jacket, over the small of his back.

[bleak_midwinter]

"Alfie-" he starts to say, a question in his voice, and then the elevator dings again and the doors slide open. Tommy smiles pleasantly at the older gentleman and lady who are there waiting, and quietly disentangles himself from Alfie- only to grab back onto him when the doors have slid shut behind them.

[ofanotherera]

Alfie gives him an even more inappropriate grope this time, hand ghosting over his ass, as he watches the numbers politely, and lets go when the door chimes, taking his hand instead to lead him down into the parking garage.

He's apparently flat run out of good behaviour for the day.

[bleak_midwinter]

It puts a half-grin on Tommy's face, anticipating, amused, fond. He squeezes Alfie's hand and fishes out the keys to the car.

"I wanted to ask. What're your plans for tomorrow?"

[ofanotherera]

"I'm attending a guest lecture at three pm."

He admits; he's looking forward to it, too. But the thing he likes best about it is the promise of a long, slow morning.

[bleak_midwinter]

"Hmm." He makes no further comment, and slips into the driver's seat. With Alfie drinking, he's the designated driver, and he never minds- he likes the sight of Alfie with a glass of whiskey, likes tasting it in his mouth when they kiss, afterwards.

He is, all things considered, a good driver. Considerate, calm, attentive- he just tends to tear out of parking spaces a little too quickly, pulls up hard at stoplights.

[ofanotherera]

He slides in the passenger side, and folds his hands in his lap, so he doesn't distract him unduly on the way home. It's his place tonight; this may get loud.

"Next time, we should get the car home first, then hop a cab."

[bleak_midwinter]

"So I can finally have a drink at my own parties?" The answer is so automatic that there's not even a hint of malice in there- he's driving, half-distracted by the road, half by the thought of settling in Alfie's lap and grinding against him until they're desperate. It's a nice thought, really.

[ofanotherera]

"So we can kiss in the car ride back."

Is what he's more interested in.

"But if both of us give up our better judgement, I might have you in your office."

[bleak_midwinter]

He inhales sharply, shoots Alfie a look.

"While the rest are downstairs? Just us, in my dark little office."

But kissing in a cab sounds nice, as well- the romantic things people do in movies.

[ofanotherera]

"Sit in your nice big chair, with my knees spread, you in my lap."

He agrees, patting his pockets for his cigarettes, lighting one and leaning back.

[bleak_midwinter]

"Turn the fucking car around, you keep talking like that," he mutters, pointedly avoiding looking at Alfie- because if he does, he thinks he might not make it home. He holds out his hand for the cigarette, watching the road, trying not to think of sinking down on his knees in his office- testing now sturdy his desk is.

[ofanotherera]

"If we lived in a city with vacants, we could just pull over, slip into one."

He points out, with a deep, contented growl, passing over the cigarette.

[bleak_midwinter]

"Jesus Christ," he breathes, inhaling on the cigarette with vigor. It's not that he can't do a bit of dirty talk, but Alfie has such a muted, understated way of throwing out the filthiest things that Tommy just wants to hear more instead of contributing. His hand has a slight tremor when he hands the cigarette back.

[ofanotherera]

"Drive, boy."

Alfie orders him, and somehow imbued with just as much meaning as the idle speculation on the thought of fucking him in an empty house.

[bleak_midwinter]

In any other situation he'd object to this, to being called boy- but it's Alfie, with his voice low and hoarse with arousal, and Tommy knows he'll be in for it when they get home.

It's late. He can drive a little harder, he figures. So he parks near Alfie's building, but he takes a second to compose himself before getting out.

[ofanotherera]

Alfie steps out of the car, and goes to wait for him on the front steps, holding his arm out for Tommy to catch up.

"Thick walls, in this building."

[bleak_midwinter]

He ducks underneath his arm, lets it settle about his waist, and then swallows thickly when Alfie says that.

"Yeah?"

[ofanotherera]

"Shouldn't scream."

He admits, giving him a tug through the door, leading him with considerable alacrity down the hall.

[bleak_midwinter]

"It might alarm the tenants," he agrees, his voice pinched, tight. "Shouting, though-- if I'm a little hoarse, tomorrow...?"

Well. He'd appreciate that.