"Come. To. Bed."

"Blarg!"

Setting down his drawing tablet, Vin sighed and slunk back into his computer chair where he rubbed his face. This was NOT going how he had planned, and he was feeling increasingly more frustrated as time went on.

"What's going on, Baby?" came the soft voice from the hallway behind him. It was Cormack of course. He stepped into the room and glanced over to see what Vin was doing to make him make such sounds of frustration.

"These edits aren't coming out so well," his husband told him bitterly before leaning forward and pushing the tablet aside with a huff. "Maybe I'll just try again in a few."

Cormack smiled softly and ran his hand over Vin's back and gently massaged. "Why don't you take a break?" At that Vin chuckled wryly and replied, "The event opens in four days. Less than! I've been fucking off a lot. I can't take a break. I need to finish this ad!"

"Look," Cormack replied gently, "I get it. But at least have dinner first? Its starting to get cold. You've been working hard all afternoon AND you skipped lunch. Please?" Vin sighed and gave a reluctant nod. He knew Corry was right. He pushed his chair back and went to follow him out to the kitchen to do just that.

However as soon as Vincent scarfed down his dinner of cheesy tuna mac he kissed his husband in thanks and found himself back in his office working hard again. Cormack watched him head back in and felt his heart go out to him. It was just one of those days. Vin really, really needed a distraction.

After a couple of hours, it was now it was nearing eight o'clock, and Vincent had gotten more work done...but he was still behind. So behind; or at least he thought so. Therefore he had to keep going. He'd completed the ad a little while ago and had that all set up and sent off for distribution. Thank the Gods! But once he sent it off, he closed down his computer and pulled over his balancing books for his pose shop to review those next. And as eight o'clock hit, there was a clearing of a throat behind him at the door. It was Corry again.

"Babe, its eight."

"It can't be eight already!" Vincent groaned and glanced down at his phone and checked the time. Sure enough, it was! Cormack strode up beside him and offered his nighttime medicine along with a concerned look. Gazing up at his expression, Vincent guiltily glanced away and took his medicine. Cormack glanced at what Vin was doing and he gave a soft little sigh before gazing back at his husband. He was working himself up and getting too stressed, Cormack felt.

"Baby, why don't you pause for the night?" Corry slid his arm around his shoulders and leaned down to murmur suggestively, "Come to bed. You know how well I can help you let off a bit of steam..." Vincent leaned over and kissed Cormack's hand where it rested on his shoulder and shook his head before looking at him with an apologetic smile.

"I'm almost done. I promise. I'll be in shortly."

Cormack's brow furrowed as Vin gently shifted forward to continue his work. Quirking his mouth, Cormack nodded silently and left to let him finish up while he waited in the room for him. But as the promised "soon" turned into nearly another hour, Cormack went and peeked into the office. Sure enough his husband was bent over the desk hard at work.

 

It was never-ending! Vin thought to himself as he ran his hands over his face. Cormack was right: it was getting late. Vin stared at the notebook between his spread fingers when he heard Cormack speak behind him to get his attention. Speak of the Devil...

"Baby."

"Yes?" Vincent replied with a slightly muffled groan, not looking up. He expected to be scolded. Gods, what time was it now? There was a moment's pause then suddenly the main lights in the room flicked off! The only thing left was the small light above the desk illuminating Vin and his work space.

Vin felt surprised! He lowered his hands to the armrests and began to turn in his chair to see what the Hell Cormack was up to. So Vin looked up...and felt his mouth go dry.

Stepping under the overhead light, Cormack strode up alongside his husband; his hips shifting and rolling in an almost feline manner as if stalking his prey. His gaze shifted to meet Vin's and a small, confident smirk tugged at the corner of his lips.

Vin found he no longer gave a shit about work. His attention was locked on Cormack now. He'd rolled back in his chair just a touch to allow Cormack more room as he moved past him and placed his hand on the desk. And as he bent over the desk, Vin's gaze shifted downwards and realized that Cormack wasn't wearing any pants! Instead, his perfect ass was being hugged by a snug red pair of briefs (which made Cormack's ass look amazing, if Vin did say so himself) that were peeking out from under his button-up shirt as he leaned over the desk just that slight bit. And at this angle, it was quite the view!

Cormack glanced over his shoulder at his now-attentive husband, his eyes darkening as he deliberately and unceremoniously pushed everything on the desk off to the side. Once there was plenty of open space right in front of where Vin would sit, Cormack straightened before turning in place to face him again. He set his hands on the desk beside his hips and leaned back slightly; finally allowing his husband to view him from the front for a few seconds before pressing down on the desk and hoisted himself up onto the desk. There, he spread his thighs and leaned back slightly as he placed himself even more on display for his husband.

Vin's eyes watched raptly as Cormack's open shirt parted even more for him; revealing those yummy love bites along his lovely neck that Vin had placed there himself just the other night. His gaze lowered, glancing over the nail marks that decorated Corry's abs and followed down to the little marks on his thighs as Corry's hand moved over his bulge and the other moving into his own hair; fingers curling slightly.

Vincent's eyes widened as his lips parted at the offering sight before him! And as his gaze shifted back to meet Cormack's once again, his exhibitionist husband smirked and quirked his brow at him as if silently asking, 'Are you really going to keep working now?' But instead, Cormack brushed his tongue over his lips before smirking and spoke in a low, demanding, sultry voice.

"Come. To. Bed."

Vin's lips curved into a dark grin as he stood from his chair and pressed his pelvis between his husband's thighs and set his hands on his hips. Then he curled his nails and gently dragged them downwards along the already tender, marked up flesh of his thighs. It caused Cormack to shudder and gasp slightly with pleasure, nibbling his lower lip. Oh Vincent couldn't wait to hear all the other sounds Cormack could and would make tonight. It seemed Cormack would be getting his way after all. What a delicious distraction, and oh how he planned to feast tonight.

"As my little owl wishes..."

 

Done