D.I.C.K

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[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

OOC - THINGS TO KNOW

This blog was made for @peip-agent-no-5 and the organization of P.E.I.P.

D.I.C.K is an OO (Original organization) belonging to the Hatchetverse based off of Agent Norton Newman, nothing about this is canon in the Hatchetfield universe. It stands for Defense, Intelligence, Collection, and Keeping. This blog contains several separate Agent-themed OCs etc.

Feel free to ask the organization questions (though their agents and workers may lie in response). This blog will likely contain suggestive or mature subject matter and reader's caution is advised.

Lastly, have fun.

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

FILE 5730-666

*The video crackled as it came up on the screen, glitching and buzzing as it cast light in the room. "The Perfect Soldier!" Stated the intro, far too cheery for the video file's contents. An initially shaky camera focused in on what looked like a conference hall, lots of well-dressed men staring at the stage as a frazzled looking scientist walked out. Instruments of torture and damage lined the walls of whatever experiment they were about to conduct. "I present to you: the genetically, psychologically, and physically most perfect soldier ever created!" He had an unstable grin as a circular platform zoomed out of a trap door in the ground. On it stood a tall boy with dark brown hair, he looked to at most be in his late teens. His face was neutral, with a grim look hiding behind his eyes, like the last thing he wanted to do was be there.

"This is Agent Newman, a 17 year-old male. Today, we're going to be conducting some tests on him and showing off some incredible feats."...

The tape skipped ahead, screeching as the video glitched and faltered. It popped back up later in the scratched recording, the men in the audience, clearly benefactors, growing increasingly impressed with the human experiment on the now slowly spinning platform. A large cut on the man's throat quickly sealed, blood slowing and stopped from where it poured into his black turtleneck, he seemed unfazed, like he'd practiced this. Benefactors began to step up, faces blurred in the video as they too picked up things to harm the man and watch it heal.

The tape skipped again, the young boy now clearly exhausted, tears and shreds in his clothing where he'd been sliced as a demonstration. Still, his face remained neutral, eyes cast down as he regarded the new scars coating his skin. Blood, presumably his, had been splattered on the ground and against his limbs were it sat sticky and pure. His eyes caught the glint of the camera, staring at the recorder and the watcher in the remaining few seconds of the tape. The tape file ended with a satisfying click. Finished. *

Divider credits: @bernardsbendystraws and @animatedglittergraphics-n-more

Related account: @peip-agent-no-5

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

[John walks into D.I.C.K. HQ, approaching the front desk of the building, chin held high and back straight. So when he speaks with an air of total confidence, it’s really no surprise.]

Hello. My name is General John MacNamara of the United States Military, and I’m here to attend an audience with your director. Would you be so kind as to direct me on where to go?

[A lie, he doesn’t even know the director’s name. But the receptionist doesn’t need to know that, not if he acts every bit the self-sure General he should be.]

@john-macnamara

*A very bored looking 20ish year old man perked up at being spoken to, all of the other receptionists getting all the calls except him for some odd reason. The young man fixed his tie and smiled at John happily.*

Do you have some form of ID on you to confirm that? Also, which director of which sector? Most of them have meetings today and I would have to contact their receptionists to confirm anything.

*Ah yes, the joys of bureaucracy. Still, the young man got to quick work pulling up military employment files of men named John MacNamara, sorting through them quickly and pulling up the one that actually resembled the man. The receptionist didn't have clearance for anything besides John's rank, age, sex, and military ID.*

Ah, you're still the director of P.E.I.P?

[john-macnamara]

The director of this organization. Please, I’m on a time crunch. I really wouldn’t appreciate being made late.

[John takes out his military ID —not the P.E.I.P. one— and prepares to hand it over. He stops when this 20 year old kid mentions his organization, though. Taken aback, he freezes for a moment before responding]

I am, yes.

[He swaps his military ID for the registration card he uses with P.E.I.P., showing it to the kid as quickly as possible.]

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

*The guy gives John a skeptical look from how quickly he put his ID away but didn't say anything further since everything properly lined up in their records. He did some more typing and picked up his phone to contact Christina as quickly as possible even though he knew she was a busy lady.*

And you said you were here for Chris Stapleton...? Mhmm. Okay, hold on one moment, Sir.

*Christina picked up on the other line, flushing and being a bit girlish because she knew David couldn't see her even though they were speaking. It was known throughout all levels of the receptionists that David and Christina had crushes on each other, but they were really bad at realizing it themselves so everyone just kind of pushed them together on purpose.

Needless to say, David's ears also got a bit pink when she spoke.*

C: Hiya David, what can I do for you?

D: Oh! Uhm, nothing big, does Chris have anything on his schedule for meetings today?

C: Not that I can see but I can check if he's good with some walk-ins if you have someone that forgot to call ahead.

D: Oh, well, that'd be great! Thank you so much!

*The line went dead for a few moments as Christina called into his office to chat with him about it, a soft click coming back on as her voice rang though his headset again.*

C: Yup! Make sure to give whoever it is coming to meet with him an elite pass though, they won't be able to reach the top floor without it.

D: Of course, yeah, I know, thanks again, Christina.

C: No worries! Call anytime! U-hm, for work s-stuff I mean..

*The line went dead with a beep, David sat for a moment, face getting even more red as he quickly handed John an elite day pass.*

That should do just fine for today, elevators are over there.

[john-macnamara]

[Chris Stapleton, noted.

John watches the man progressively blush, hiding a chuckle under a cough. Ah, young love. But when the moment’s over, he quickly returns to his previous demeanor.]

Thank you, son. Have a good day.

[John enters the elevator and presses the button for the fortieth floor. By the time he emerges, he’s already considered everything he hates about this building. Mostly that it’s too damn warm. Still, he approaches Christina with a smile and a wave]

Hello, I believe I have a meeting with Mr. Stapleton.

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

*Christina looked up from where she was typing out a a staff party email, smiling softly.*

Ah you're our mystery man are you? Same one that requested the Newman file.

*She hadn't forgotten about the call from the other day about those classified documents, hadn't forgotten who had requested them either. She sighed gently, pressing an intercom button on her desk and rolling her eyes as a smooth voice rang out.*

Chris: Yes? Not another call from Howard, is it?

Christina: No. Your drop-in visitor is here already.

Chris: Ah, of course, send them in. Thank you.

*Christina let go of the small button and pressed a different one, the sliding metal and glass door to the man's office sliding open for John to pass through.*

Have a pleasant meeting

[john-macnamara]

And you’re that lovely receptionist I spoke to. I’m sorry again for my little outburst, it was entirely uncalled for.

[This is the first time John’s been genuine his entire time in this building, his smile dropping into a more neutral expression.

Still, once a few moments have passed, he plasters that smile back onto his face and walks through the door, not even addressing Chris before he starts talking.]

You know, for an organization seemingly set on knowing everything, a forty story tower seems like quite the oversight, don’t you think?

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

*Without missing a beat, Chris grinned as he silently poured a second glass of fine scotch.*

And yet, you didn't know we existed until you had to.

*Of course, he didn't 100% know that John hadn't known of them before he first requested a document, but it made sense considering what he knew of the General.

Chris was a salt and pepper haired man with somewhat faded freckles and lightly tanned skin, he wore a pair of glasses, a black turtleneck, brown slacks, and a grey overcoat.

The office was tidy, clear room to pace and discuss with a Cocobolo desk, a few plants, the odd tasteful painting, and metal framed skylights so Chris didn't have to waste energy on lighting during the day.*

[john-macnamara]

What makes you think that’s what I was judging?

[John looks over the man in front of him, eyes dropping a bit lower than strictly necessary. He’s intimidating, sure, but so is John. He might not be particularly tall or imposing in first glance, but his physique is obvious even through his shirt. The obvious musculature and the stoicism on his face combine to make him into quite the intimidating figure.]

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

*Chris raised an eyebrow as John not so subtly checked him out, chuckling at his response. He wasn't intimidated by this man, sure, he looked like he could probably fold Chris in half and toss him around, but he didn't get to where he was by being frightened by an appearance.

In response to John's very obvious glance over, Chris reacted in kind, staring down at the shorter man and letting his eyes rake over him. He took in ever detail, down to the fiber of his shirt's threads. He stalked over to him and handed him one of the glasses of scotch, nothing added, though the eyebags and obvious military stature made Chris think he wouldn't drink it either way.*

So, Mr. MacNamara, how can I help you? I'm sure you have some reason for getting yourself all the way over to Maine.

*He was aware that PEIP, more specifically the group of PEIP John and his nephew were apart of, were in a completely different state. So, he was assuming this was something of importance, otherwise he'd be fairly disappointed.*

[john-macnamara]

[It’s not terribly comfortable feeling this stranger’s eyes on him, but a shiver makes its way way up John’s spine nonetheless.

He looks distastefully at the glass, pushing it back into Chris’ hand.]

I’m not a whiskey man.

[The expression turns to Chris]

That’s General MacNamara to you, Mr. Stapleton. And I have a few questions for you, ones I expected to be answered.

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

*Chris shrugged and downed the glass he had initially poured for John, setting the glass on a coaster on his desk and taking a much softer sip of his own glass. He was unfazed by John's scowl, gentle, charismatic smile staying put on his lips.*

Well, General, I suppose you can properly address me as Professor if that's how we're playing this. Now, please, do ask, I'll answer to the best of my abilities.

[john-macnamara]

My apologies. You don’t strike me as a particularly learned man.

[He doesn’t sound terribly sorry]

Let’s make it simple. Why do you have a hold on one of my agent’s files?

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

*Chris outwardly laughed, smile stretching ear to ear as he chuckled over John's first statement. He wasn't at all offended or particularly upset, he found it quite funny consider his doctorate papers hung on the wall above his desk and the fact that nearly everyone he met had the complete opposite assessment.

He sipped his scotch again before answering, mulling over how he could answer this without upsetting this very already displeased man.*

I'm assuming you mean Norton Newman, yes? Well, he's under our care and jurisdiction, which means it's very important we keep his file safe and confidential.

[john-macnamara]

[Unfortunately, that sets John off further.]

You’ll have to explain to me how exactly one of my people is under your care. While we’re at it, I’d appreciate if you explained what exactly is wrong with Agent Newman that he managed to forget an entire day’s worth of events? Since he’s under your care, that is.

[He has a few theories towards Norton’s missing memories. Some being natural, others not so much. Either way, John has a good feeling that the man in front of him knows the truth]

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

It would seem that you already know why he's in our care then.

*Chris sighs, smile flickering down into a soft frown for a few moments. He was about to partially lie through his teeth, but it wasn't that he had anything against John, he just couldn't tell him about Norton much without having to explain things that actually were top secret.*

Mr. Newman has serious problems with false memory, short and long term amnesia, and dissociative disorder. His father and mother worked for this organization and when they died, followed by his brother, his mental state essentially shattered. With him left in the organization's care we do our best to help him through rough patches without furthering the damage caused by the trauma of losing his family so young.

*He took a long drag of his whiskey, staring at his own shoes and mentally noting to shine them later.*

It's a very fragile topic, so we don't allow many people to look at his file so we don't disrupt his already strewn about state of mind.

[john-macnamara]

[That seems not entirely implausible, but there are still a few points that nag at John]

You know, medical information is incredibly important, especially considering I’ve sent him out into the field. I’d assume you know this. So why would you let me do that, knowing he occasionally has flashes of memory loss? Especially if you’re his caretaker, more specifically, his father?

[He pauses for dramatic effect]

At least, that’s what your own file said.

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

*The thing was, no file ever stated that Chris had ever been Norton's guardian, especially not any file that John would be allowed to access. Chris doubled over, chuckling even harder than he had at the insult. He wiped a hand over his face, pinching the bridge of his nose.*

What file could that have been, hmm?

*Chris caught his breath after laughing so hard at the man's statement, sighing softly afterwards.*

No but more seriously, I had no clue he was being allowed into the field. As stated before, we don't monitor him at work for your organizations confidentiality and he never mentioned it to anyone. I'm terribly sorry about that, if I had known I would've contacted you and let you know. A grave oversight on my part. We were under the impression that he is only in charge of files, as the title 'Files Manager' suggests.

[john-macnamara]

[John catches his mistake as soon as it slips out of his mouth. Shit. He knows not to let his mouth run when he gets overconfident, but he did it anyway. A small bit of him is ticked off, however, when he mentions confidentiality]

My organization’s confidentiality? That’s rich, considering you have a file on me while I didn’t even know you existed. Seems that there’s a bit of a power imbalance there, don’t you think?

Oh, and I’m still quite stuck on why I cannot be given his file. You are his caretaker, I understand that you want to protect him. But I do assume you understand that I’m to be given his entire medical record and anything to look out for upon his hire, yes? It’s only the law.

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

Your file is only what any other organization would be able to know, simple as that.

*Chris raises an eyebrow at the mention of the law playing into this, because he knew for a fact there were exceptions to that supposed law.*

You wouldn't be entitled to that even if he wasn't under our care, besides it's our duty to keep his medical in check, not yours. You should have no reason to be checking his medical history anyways, but because he's been out in the field I can see why you're concerned.

Without requesting and having Mr. Newman consensually release his medical information to you or your organization there would be no law that gives you the freedom to access it. I'm assuming that most of your agents have given consent, however, I implore you to check your records for any physical confirmation of Mr. Newman allowing it.

If you'd like, I can have a copy of his medical history given to you just in case it's an emergency.

*Chris was once again not even the slightest bit frightened by John's ability to try and poke holes in things.*

[john-macnamara]

[John tilts his head, smiling a bit.]

That first part, that’s a lie. You know it.

[He ignores the second part, for now.]

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

I'm afraid it's not. Well, from what I know. Maybe other organizations simply don't know of you, like how you didn't know about us.

*Chris wasn't one to go back on a lie without proof, it could lead to some messy situations, not to mention the obvious bluff. He finished off his glass of whiskey, setting the glass down and going to sit at a leather arm chair to give himself a bit more space to relax now that the alcohol was settling into his system. He splayed out a bit, crossing his legs like an invitation and a refusal in one. He wanted to see just how far he could get this man to oblivion and frustration.*

[john-macnamara]

They do, because I introduced myself. Before that, I didn’t have any files on them, just like they didn’t have anything on me. You see how that works? Equal exchange.

[He explains the last part like he’s talking to a toddler.

Yet again, John’s eyes drop lower than they should. The slacks fit Chris well, too well. Just barely enough room for imagination, though that doesn’t help either.]

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

*Chris chuckled, tipping his head back to lean against the chair. He knew it was a compromising position to be in, throat easy to throttle or slit, Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed. He wanted John to know just how unthreatened he was by his presence, so much so that he would give him room to drain the soul from his body.*

Would you like an equal exchange then? Is that what this was meant to be about? Information about us to make you feel less left out?

*Chris enjoyed pushing buttons, which is why his were so hard to even brush, why poke the bear if you were susceptible to getting mauled? He uncrossed his legs, opening the stance even more, like he wanted John to be able to jump at him and tear him apart.*

[john-macnamara]

[You are not attracted to this man. You are not attracted to this man. You are not attracted to this man. Chris opens his legs. Okay you’re definitely attracted to this man.

Still, it’s not unlike John to work through his attraction, so he pushes on.]

Left out is a string term. Annoyed is better. I’d like to take you up on that offer regarding Newman’s medical information. You never know what could happen. And one other thing, if you don’t mind.

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

*Chris sighed softly, head tilting back down to look John in the eyes, smirk present. He raised both eyebrows like it was a challenge, hand coming up to readjust his glasses calmly.*

Of course, I'll have Christina handle the medical record for you, what 'other thing' did you have in mind?

*Chris pressed his tongue over his teeth, not for any particular reason, he just enjoyed watching how John seemed a bit tense. He was sure it was a mix between the actual conversation and everything else Chris was doing, either way, he was savoring it.

[john-macnamara]

[John begins to pace, sufficiently distracting himself from his burgeoning attraction to Chris by monologuing.]

In the early 1980s, an organization called D.A.N.G.E.R. fell apart. Don’t try to deny this, we both know it’s true. P.E.I.P. has very few records of them, but they all stop then, which is the same time frame wherein we were given plenty of their own files. Meaning, of course, that they collapsed. The thing is, though, your agent Newman and I discussed this, and we realized that the rest of D.A.N.G.E.R likely survived in some capacity or another.

I’m not asking for everything you have on them, far from it, but I need to know what you have on one specific thing. They gave us information on portals, ones that can travel both through dimensions and between them. But I suspect we’re not the only ones who got that information. Can you confirm, Director Stapleton, that you’re just as aware of the worlds beyond our own as we are?

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

*The mention of the portals made Chris tense this time, not the mention of D.A.N.G.E.R, no. The mention of portals specifically. He didn't let it show much, stance staying mostly relaxed and calm, but his hands clenched into fists for a short moment. He sighed, blinking softly and humming.*

Yes, D.I.C.K is aware of the portals and theories surrounding it. Am I to assume that P.E.I.P is the organization in charge of them? Never mind that, you're not the one meant to be answering questions. My apologies.

*It wasn't D.I.C.K's job to maintain or start up the portals, sure, they were also given access to the technology and information about them, but that wasn't why their organization existed.*

[john-macnamara]

[Hm, interesting. John notices the tenseness, mostly from recognizing his own reactions. The same near flinch he always reacts to Wilbur’s name with.]

You’re correct in that assumption, yes. I’d simply like to know if there’s anything you could hand over regarding them. In exchange, you get our own research. Tit for tat, an equal exchange.

[This is a risky endeavor and he knows it, but John’s almost entirely sure that D.I.C.K. knows whatever P.E.I.P. does. Or almost everything, he’s not dumb enough to let every bit of information slip.]

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

*Chris shrugged softly.*

What mine is yours, anything we have on portals is free for you to take, all you have to do is ask.

*Well, mostly everything. Chris couldn't give him the people lost to the portal or the dates theirs was activated for his own mental stability but he was genuine about everything else. He had no reason to withhold documents on the portals that John should already have, and he had no reason to really require what John had until he got everything working like he wanted it to.*

[john-macnamara]

Well, I’m asking then.

[John just wants them to get this over with. Then he can either go or at least get a proper distraction]

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

Well I didn't mean ask me specifically. That's not my job. I can hand you off to our man in charge of it later. Is there anything else you needed?

*Chris stared at him, eyes half lidded, partially from alcohol, partially from the annoyance of being reminded of the portal, and partially from general animalistic attraction. He leaned back into the chair a bit further, sighing softly, if he didn't need to be doing anyone or anything he would likely just take a nap on the sofa or even where he was in his chair. Sleeping was better than actuallly thinking in his experience.*

[john-macnamara]

Please do so.

[John gives Chris a once over yet again. He’s not going to outright say anything, but he doesn’t particularly want to end this conversation either]

That depends. Is there anything else you think I need?

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

I think you need a great many things, General, all of which I am willing to provide. That is, if you were hoping for some proper fun?

*His voice was a bit mocking with his title, he didn't actually care much for this man wandering into his office and demanding answers of him. He was also being a bit more forward than he should've been during work hours while in the actual building, but it wasn't like he had any known power over this man, so really it wasn't breaking any self made rules of the workspace.*

[john-macnamara]

[John doesn’t appreciate the obvious disrespect, but does unfortunately find his body feeling quite fond towards it. I mean, it’s not like he can do anything if we’re both occupied, right?]

I think fun is exactly what I’m looking for. The flight over here was awful stressful, you see.

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

*Chris didn't move, watching John from where he was sitting still, perfectly content with the air of the room like this.*

Well, I'm terribly sorry about that, maybe next time I'll come to you. Would you prefer a bed, or are you so tense that you'd like to take your relief against my desk?

[john-macnamara]

[John, on the other hand, is getting fairly twitchy. Heat floods his veins and with it comes the need to move]

That depends, how quick can we get to the bed?

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

*Chris smiled at him softly, gaze still just the slightest bit mocking. He stood from his chair with a gentle sigh, ever so graceful as he drifted back over to his desk and flicking a switch under the drawer. With a click and some whirring a panel in the floor opened, another identical bit of flooring popping out of the hole with a plush, silky, navy blue king sized bed sitting on top of it. It clicked a few more times before Chris sauntered over and sat on it, giving John a look.*

Well, I'm not sure, how fast can your legs move?

*Chris had designed the system that moved the bed in and out the most efficiently, he was fairly proud of himself for it. He felt the need to clarify that he took naps in his office but it didn't seem entirely appropriate, but he also didn't want this man to think that he ever planned on anything with his coworkers. It would be a gross misuse of power to ever be in a relationship with anyone in his organization considering he was the director and that wasn't something he would ever do, it simply wasn't moral.*

[john-macnamara]

[John returns a smile with a glare, though the only heat behind it is decidedly less antagonistic. He looks at the bed, furrowing his brow just a bit with something unrecognizable.]

You couldn’t have just had a simple pull out?

[Still, he saunters over, letting his hair down as he walks. Just before reaching Chris, however, John stops, waiting.]

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

I never pull out. Besides, it gave me a project to work on while I was figuring out the technology of it.

*Chris would be lying if he said he didn't enjoy the way John approached him, it was entertaining. Moderately enticing, attractive, and exceedingly fun to watch. Though when he stopped, Chris raised an eyebrow. He stood, stalking over, it was only a few steps for him, but then again, he was considerably taller than John. He stared down at him, hands landing on his shoulders before smoothing down to his hips.*

Is this alright? Or were you standing there waiting for something else?

[john-macnamara]

[The pun catches John off guard, getting a genuine laugh from him.]

I like you.

[With a smile, he takes Chris’ hand and brings it up to his lips, eyes roving over the man in front of him while he does so. Hyper aware of every movement he makes, John kisses the ring on Chris’ finger the way one might treat royalty. And who says chivalry is dead?]

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

*Chris was just the slightest bit taken aback, ears dusting red at John's action. That was his sister's ring, the one that matched on his other hand, one for each of them. Internally he scolded himself for reacting that way, it was embarrassing, really. It was just as shameful as the way his heart skipped at the sound of John's laugh, disgusting. He had moved past anything like that a long time ago, this was nothing, it was sex, mutual chemical attraction.

He smiled back softly, gaze softening just a bit, maybe subconsciously, maybe since he simply felt bad mocking this man. Either way, it was nice.*

I could say the same to you, you're quite the gentleman.

*Chris' free hand drifted a bit lower, hooking onto John's belt loop and pulling him a bit closer, a bit closer to him, a bit closer to the bed. He stared down at him, brown and green tracing over ever detail of John's face, committing it to memory.*

Shall we?

[john-macnamara]

I try.

[Praise is always nice, especially on the rare occasion it’s not sexual. So like any gentleman, he offers a charming grin, admiring the color of the other man’s eyes. It’s strange, he’s pretty sure they’re the same color, but one seems a bit more yellow than the other. It’s probably nothing.

No matter the orientation of them, they’re awful pretty. The right one makes him think of a crooked grin and heated wrestling. The left… let’s not think about that right now.]

Yes we shall.

[John places a chaste kiss on Chris’ neck, waiting for encouragement before continuing further.]

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

*Chris took his hand back from John's grip to gently comb it through his hair, not to his surprise, it was very soft just as it had looked. He used the careful grip on both parts of John to spin them around, nice and slow, crowding him back onto the bed and laying him down delicately on the plush surface.

Following John's lead in a way, he ducked down, pressing a few kisses to his pulse and nudging his legs open. His hands landed back on his hips, fingers working their way under the fabric of his shirt to trail up his sides and map out rough skin.*

You are quite the sight to behold, very handsome.

*So maybe Chris was a bit more old fashioned with how he praised and complimented in the bedroom, but in all fairness he was a whole 20 years older than the man under him.*

[john-macnamara]

[This time John doesn’t just laugh, but giggles, eyes crinkling at the corners. He shivers as callused hands trace over his skin, a multitude of scars tangible all along his torso.]

I’d have to say the same. You’re absolutely gorgeous for a ninety year old.

[An obvious joke, as evidenced by the sharp grin on John’s face]

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

*Chris chuckled, a genuine laugh, not the mocking one it normally was. The smile on his face was soft, dimples matching his freckles and making him almost look youthful again.*

Well excuse you, young man, I am 64. I'm not ancient yet.

*His hands tightened around John's sides, pulling him further onto the bed. Deft fingers snuck down and popped the button of the younger man's pants, gently teasing along the waistband of his boxers.

He pressed a kiss to the smile lines of John's face, hot breath ghosting over his skin.*

Is this still okay?

*He was being genuine, he had no want to do this with an unwilling party.*

[john-macnamara]

And I am not young! I’m 44, I just don’t look it.

[John isn’t normally one to be easy in bed, but he’s unsure how Chris’ll react if he gets too bratty. So he’ll stay relatively vanilla, for now, at least.]

Very.

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

And I'm still old enough to be your dad.

*He slipped John's pants off with ease, keeping the shirt on for now since he had felt a good bit of scarring and wasn't sure if he wanted that on display. His hands ran up and down John's legs, landing on his inner thighs and gently spreading them apart. He started with a kiss just above his knee, then a few inches higher, then Chris pressed his tongue against the muscle, licking a stripe up his skin and nipping at it between kisses.*

[john-macnamara]

[That makes John chuckle a bit, something sparkling in his eyes.

He offers little resistance when Chris opens his legs. Rather, he keens when lips touch his skin, always sensitive down there. The noises increase in frequency the further up he goes, scattered praise intermingled with whines and moans.]

God, that’s so good.

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

*Chris hummed softly against his thighs, keeping a hand there to stroke up and down his skin. He moved a bit higher, kissing the small bit of happy trail visible before working on pulling down his boxers with his teeth. He got them pulled down to mid thigh with ease, skilled in his quick work of John's clothing. He left go of the muscle he was holding onto to pull them all the way off, tongue sliding against the free expanse of rough tissue, stopping to suck marks into the dips of bone and skin.*

You sound beautiful, I've barely done anything to you, darling.

*His voice was a low whisper, vibrating against John's hide, only for him to hear, only for him to enjoy. Just him.*

[john-macnamara]

[Looking down, John smiles. This grandpa should not be so sexy, and yet he is. He feels a bit bad, not doing any work right now, but hey, he’s a damn good rider.]

I can’t help that I’m hngh~ loud.

[The last word is practically a pant]

And you’re just ah so warm.

[He loves his nights with Wiley, he really does. They’re fun, they’re good release, they’re the only time he can see the man he loves without violence, but that man is ice cold. John’s not even sure he can produce his own body heat at this point, leading to an interesting, albeit strange sensation when his lover uses his tongue. A return to the norm is nice, the wet heat in between his thighs is wonderful.]

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

*Chris raised an eyebrow at the comment, stuttering in where he was sucking a hickey into John's hip. He knew he ran a bit warm from living in a colder state, but not to the point that anyone had ever said anything about it, so needless to say it raised a few different questions in his mind. He didn't ask them, but they were there.

He pulled back for a moment to coat his own fingers in spit, it wasn't the best lubricant but it'd have to do. As soon as they were slick enough to even consider prepping John his lips were back against his skin, pointer finger teasing around his rim carefully before pushing in.*

[john-macnamara]

[Already fairly desperate, John has to bite back a whine when Chris pulls away. He watches carefully, eyes widening when he realizes what the other man is doing. So soon, huh?

He gasps at the feeling of that same warmth against his hole. He clenches around the new intrusion in it, already moaning from just that little stimulation.]

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

*Chris watched every movement, every hitch of his breath, eyes half lidded as he listened to the noise John was making. He curled his finger carefully, trying his best not to hurt the man beneath him as he opened him up. Before he put the second digit in he kissed up a bit higher, tongue curling just a bit as he licked a stripe up John's dick, sucking the tip into his mouth without hesitation.*

[john-macnamara]

Fuck that’s good.

[The statement is barely audible under the much loader moans coming out of John’s mouth. He hasn’t been treated this gently in ages. It feels nice, not to be fucked into oblivion. Not to say that isn’t enjoyable, but still. This is more relaxing than he anticipated, and he’s enjoying every second of it.]

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

*Chris hummed softly in response to the sound of the younger man's voice, sinking further down on his cock with ease. He hollowed his cheeks, sucking softly. He didn't want this to end soon, but also the noises John was making were heavenly to listen to.

Chris' eyes fluttered shut as he stayed there, tongue flicking over the tip and swiping off any precum. His fingers spread insides of John, scissoring him open and making sure he was relaxed before the third one joined. He curled them upwards, looking to brush against the bundle of nerves awaiting him.*

[john-macnamara]

[John shifts his hips a bit, trying to get more friction against the fingers inside of him. He’d happily take more, but the sensation on his dick is pushing him quickly towards the edge.]

Would you mind if I rode you?

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

*Chris pulled off with a soft pop so he could speak, fingers slowly thrusting in and out of John to give him the friction he was squirming around for.*

Oh, yes, I'd be utterly distraught.

*Chris was joking of course, smiling up at John before letting out a soft chuckle. Still, despite his jest, he shifted around a bit, fingers pulling out and leaving him empty as he slid over onto the bed next to the General.

His belt clicked as he twisted the mechanism that kept it secure, possibly the nerdiest way a belt could be situated. The leather slipped out of his slacks beltloops with ease, dropping to the floor beside the bed with a soft 'clink'. Chris glanced over at John, raising a mocking eyebrow and giving him a playful sneer.*

Well? Get on with it, I don't have all day to play with you.

[john-macnamara]

[John always hates how empty he feels when something leave him. Hates how it reminds him of every other aspect of his life.

Still, he puts on a smile and moves to straddle Chris’ hips, and brings both his pants and undergarments down in one swift movement. Rather than immediately getting on, he swipes a tongue over his hand and begins stroking his wet hand up and down the man’s cock, just enough to get him moderately slick.]

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

*Chris let out a soft, sighing groan, abdomen flexing and twitching as he leaned back on his elbows. His hands came up to rest gently on John's hips, stroking over skin kindly in comparison to how he normally was with his lovers. He preferred the slower pace they were taking up, but it left his mind open to wander, which wasn't anything he ever enjoyed during his recreational time.*

[john-macnamara]

You are… so gorgeous.

[Taking it slow, John positions himself over Chris before slowly sinking down. He takes an inch at a time, stopping to adjust when he needs to. When he reaches the base, he sits there for a moment and just admires the man below him. He wonders how that silver hair would look in moonlight.]

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

*Chris was a bit annoyed at his own body once again betraying him, ears flushing pink at the compliment. He twitched inside of John, letting out a soft groan and wince as he finally stopped. His hands tightened where they sat, massaging into John's skin as he forced himself to stay completely still and let the younger man take the reigns when he felt ready.

He sighed softly, eyes looking up at him through partially smudged lenses. He considered reaching down to use his shirt to clean them, pull it up and let the other director score a glance at his chest, but decided against it, letting the dust on his glasses blur the light around John like a halo.

Sometimes, he wondered what it'd be like to look through the sight of another person, let them see his. He'd love to see what John sees, but then again, he couldn't properly look at himself in a mirror since the accident, why would viewing himself through his eyes be any different? Really, it went down to the root of wanting people to see the beauty in themselves through someone else, maybe that's what Chris wanted for himself. He didn't know anymore. He just wanted them back.*

You're absolutely stunning, you know?

*His voice was quiet, reserved. His brain power was more focused on overthinking and admiring the man on top of him than it was on actually expressing his thoughts.*

[john-macnamara]

Yeah. I do.

[John smiles. He’s always been good at playing up self confidence, especially when it makes him more attractive. Plus a beautiful man is complimenting him, why wouldn’t he smile?

He starts to move up Chris’ cock, only a few inches before sinking back down. He’s going slow for now, but with every rise he gets just a bit higher. It takes everything in John not to speed up when Chris rubs against him just right, but this is supposed to be slow and relaxing, so that’s what it’ll be.]

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

*Chris furrowed his brows at the comment, smirking softly at the ego radiating off of John's smile. It was enticing, he'd always been a fan of confidence, sometimes it was annoying, but it looked quite nice on the man straddling him.

Chris let out a careful groan, trying not to embarrass himself further with actually expressing how good John felt squeezing around him so early on. He rolled his hips up a bit, testing the waters to see if he was alright with him moving. He didn't want to harm him, so he was trying his best to go at the pace the younger man had set, following his lead as much as could. Unfortunately there were reasons he'd never been a soldier, he preferred to do things his own way.*

[john-macnamara]

[John picks up the pace with Chris’ obvious enjoyment, starting to move up and down even faster. Eventually it reaches the point where he’s going all the way from the base to the til, and he lets out a punched groan every time he goes back down.]

Couldn’t let me take care of you for a minute, huh?

[It’s said with a teasing smile]

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

What can I say, I enjoy the control. Besides, pretty boys like you shouldn't have to be working.

*Chris was less teasing than John, it genuinely was a control thing with him, that and the satisfaction of treating a partner with all the respect and attention he could give them.

His hands tightened where they rested on John's skin, no doubt hard enough to leave bruises. He would apologize for the roughness later, but their currents actions were clouding his thoughts. He used that crushing grip to help him along, pulling him down and rolling his hips up to meet each drop down.

Chris wasn't very loud during sex as a general rule, he preferred to listen to the other person, analyze them like an experiment. There was an advantage to it, always remembering the person he'd spent his time with, finding out exactly what make them shudder and scream. It pleased him to see the other person enjoying themself.

Still, John was doing a damn good job, soft groans and the occasionally quiet swear wringing out of Chris' throat. His head was tilted back just the slightest bit with the euphoria wracking his nerves, exposed, vulnerable, but that was the fun of it.*

You are very good at this, still, I think next time I'll have you on your knees.

*His voice was a low growl, like a promise.*

[john-macnamara]

[The comment sends a new rush of heat through John, and the sudden pace change doesn’t help either. Unlike Chris, he’s always been loud, so it’s not long before he’s moaning like a pornstar every time Chris thrusts into him.

He’d like to respond to that promise, he really would, but whatever he says comes out garbled and unintelligible. Half of John’s pleasure just comes from the sight of the man under him, the knowledge that he is doing well. So he keeps going, hoping for more praise along the way.]

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

*Chris' glasses were getting a bit foggy from the heat of the air around them and his own panting breaths, his hair was no doubt a wavy mess, the styling he did on it coming undone with their actions. On a particularly rough drop from John's end, Chris let out the loudest groan he had throughout the entire interaction, a soft, almost silent, whine following it. He blinked lowly up at the man reducing him to complete ruin, glasses low on his nose from the actions of their bodies moving in sync with each other.*

You're gorgeous, fuck- you're doing so good for me, darling.

[john-macnamara]

[John genuinely whimpers, the words lighting up something deep inside of him. He needs this, he needs the man below him to keep saying these sweet nothings. It’s not real, he knows that, but it is for this moment. Right now, he’s doing good and being praised for it, what more could he want?]

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

*Chris could feel how John twitched around him with the praise, was enthralled by the noise he made in response to it. One hand slid from it's bruising position on John's hip, finding purchase in where it squeezed his ass. Well manicured nails bit into his skin as Chris' nerves were set on fire by his rapidly approaching climax, his thoughts were quickly melting away with each minute ticking by, properly distracted from anything other than the fountain of beauty in front of him.*

You're doing wonderfully, just like that..

*His back was just the slightest bit arched, enjoying himself just as much as his counterpart. He swallowed thickly, groans escaping through gritted teeth.*

You're incredible, utterly perfect for me, darling.

[john-macnamara]

[At this point John’s coming fully undone, whining at every bit of praise. Heat builds up in the back of his stomach, and a few tears well in the corner of his eyes as he relentlessly keeps moving. It’s good, it’s so damn good.]

Fuck, ah- I’m close.

[The words are yet again barely audible through the strings of gibberish coming from John. He’s a mess, and it only took a few minutes to get him this way. A more delicate hand and a bit more time, and he could practically belong to Chris. For a short while, anyway.]

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

*Chris' eyes finally slid shut, eyebrows furrowed as he panted into the already warm air around them. Each noise, each reckless movement, everything about this was stripping nerves from his body and setting them on fire, sparking down into his internal organs. He clawed his nails down from where they had been sitting making indents in John's ass, hot red marks following as he applied what was just a bit too much pressure not to be painful to the average person.*

Me too, don't worry darling, let go. You've been such a good boy for me.

*Chris wasn't wholly aware of what exactly he was saying, words slipping from his lips like the only people he had ever loved slipped out of his heart and into the black.*

[john-macnamara]

[The permission is all John needs. He climaxes as he comes down on Chris one last time. He scrambles for something to grab, and ends up with his hands wrapped around the other man’s wrist as he rides the orgasm out. Maybe it’s the fact that he’s been so stressed lately, or maybe that he hasn’t had time for proper release, but this is the best —and longest— he’s had in a while. Before he’s really even aware of it, a word slips out]

Daddy-

[Through the haze, John still manages to slap a hand over his mouth with wide eyes. He did not just say that.]

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

*Chris' face flushed at the word, freckles standing out even more at the general shock that had caused his fluster. The sudden mental reaction to the clearly accidental word drop also caused his physical reaction, orgasm completely wiping out all coherent thought that remained as he finished inside of John.

Once he actually regained some control of his own body, his hand twisted to move and interlock fingers with where one of John's hands was still holding his wrist. The red state of his face died down as he breathed through the euphoria flooding his system, eyes fluttering back open to look up at the younger man and smile softly. His free hand, the one that wasn't keeping that soft, almost romantic point of contact, reached up to carefully pull the hand off his mouth.*

Don't worry, it's not the first time I've gotten it. Can't say I don't enjoy it.

*His voice was quiet, sweet, like him and John had anything besides a sexual attraction that they'd dealt with. He blinked a few times, mind swirling with the want of smoke filling his lungs. It was horrible habit he knew, but, he had always enjoyed a good cigarette after sex. He cleared his throat and leaned over the side of the bed to grab his pack and his lighter. The lighter was old, clearly not something from this century, and the actual pack of cigarettes was a fresh Marlboro. He slipped one free for himself and silently offered another up for John before lighting the one sitting between his lips.*

[john-macnamara]

[John offers a flustered smile in return before violently shaking his head in an attempt to clear it.

He climbs off of Chris, feeling a warm trickle down his legs when he moves. Another familiar feeling. Easy, comforting, normal. And the offered cigarette, why that’s even better?]

A smoke sounds wonderful, actually.

[He takes the cigarette and settles down next to the other man, simply basking in the post-orgasm haze.]

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

*Chris handed him the lighter, but not in a way that suggested he'd take it back. He was sure John would get rid of it at some point, but he liked leaving people with a little more than just the memory. He took a long drag of his own, not bothering to take it back out of his mouth once he breath out, smoke flooding out of his nose like how one would envision a dragon. He swallowed thickly, eyebrows furrowing as memory and thought washed back over him, so much so that he considered putting out the cigarette on his skin. He abstained for the moment, he wasn't sure how John felt about the smell of burnt flesh.

Speaking of which, Chris glanced over at the other director, thoughts swirling as he stared. His interest normally wasn't piqued by people, but he had to admit, the General was a fascinating man. He held out his arm, giving the other man the option come in for a quick cuddle. Chris hated that the only time he knew to be soft was after something like this, but at least he tried.*

So, you come here often?

*He was joking, obviously. Really he just didn't know how to reopen a conversation after that, he was good with tension and questions, after-sex talk not so much.*

[john-macnamara]

Oh. Thank you.

[John lights his cigarette and places the lighter in one of his shirt pockets, accepting the gift. He sits there for a moment, trying to properly orient himself into the cushions. By the time more contact is offered, he happily takes it.

He wraps Chris’ arm around himself, settling in on the other man’s chest. The question makes him snort quite audibly.]

I can’t say I do.

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

Not a fan of Maine?

*Chris chuckled in response to the snort, very happily adjusting to the man laying against him. His hand reached up to brush his hair back carefully, simply appreciating his presence, the momentary enjoyment before they'd both have to get back to their lives.*

[john-macnamara]

Last time I was here, a cult managed to get me caught in a fucking bear trap. Not exactly my proudest moment. So no, I don’t particularly enjoy this place.

[John hums in contentment with the hand running through his hair, unconsciously moving closer to the source of it]

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

Good lord. Y'know what, fair enough. I'm lucky enough to have not been a field agent before I was director, I have the opposite side of things, I get to deal with all the experiments.

*Chris noticed how he seemed to lean towards the feeling, gladly continuing the action with a soft smile. He took another long drag of the cigarette in his mouth, turning his head away from John to let that breath go out of courtesy. He knew he likely wouldn't mind much, but he didn't want to think about how Stephen used to blow it into his face, didn't want to do the same to anyone else.*

[john-macnamara]

I wish this was when I was a field agent. It was last fucking spring!

[John laughs as he makes wide gestures with his hands. He continues to lean into the touch, easily relaxing back into the older man]

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

I was going to scold you, but I'm afraid I also do as just as much bullshit as I did back when I was just a scientist. It'd be terribly hypocritical of me to tell you to lay off it and leave it to your people when I can hardly do the same.

*Chris let out a soft chuckle at the way John used his hands as a second mouth, a small part of him overjoyed at being in the presence of someone just as erratic as he himself was. Not to mention how his body seemed to melt under where the man's weight was positioned on him, subconsciously enjoying someone being comfortable against him.*

[john-macnamara]

We’d both be hypocrites then, because I would’ve said the exact same thing.

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

*He glanced down at his watch, sighing softly. As much as his schedule was free meeting wise, he still had things to do. Sure, he would've enjoyed just sitting here with John for a good while, he seemed like a funny, nice guy, but he was busy man unfortunately. Chris hummed softly, he could spare a few minutes, but he was painfully aware that he had to send a message to Christina to fake some medical records for later, which required putting some pants on.*

Would you like me to grab you a cloth?

*He didn't want to be presumptuous, who was he to judge this man if he wanted to lay a bit longer without Chris hopping off to grab something to wipe him down with?*

[john-macnamara]

If you don’t mind.

[John looks at Chris’ watch, realizing he has places to be too. He doesn’t quite want to leave the comforting warmth of another person yet, though.]

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

*Chris sighed, mentally calculating exactly how much more expendable time he had with John. If he contacted Christina on his way to grab the cloth he could likely stayed for a few extra minutes, so he stayed there, no amount of urgency as he stayed settled and spoke.*

Mm, well, if you had somewhere to be, I can grab it now. I was hoping for at least a couple more minutes with you in my arms.

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

[John walks into D.I.C.K. HQ, approaching the front desk of the building, chin held high and back straight. So when he speaks with an air of total confidence, it’s really no surprise.]

Hello. My name is General John MacNamara of the United States Military, and I’m here to attend an audience with your director. Would you be so kind as to direct me on where to go?

[A lie, he doesn’t even know the director’s name. But the receptionist doesn’t need to know that, not if he acts every bit the self-sure General he should be.]

@john-macnamara

*A very bored looking 20ish year old man perked up at being spoken to, all of the other receptionists getting all the calls except him for some odd reason. The young man fixed his tie and smiled at John happily.*

Do you have some form of ID on you to confirm that? Also, which director of which sector? Most of them have meetings today and I would have to contact their receptionists to confirm anything.

*Ah yes, the joys of bureaucracy. Still, the young man got to quick work pulling up military employment files of men named John MacNamara, sorting through them quickly and pulling up the one that actually resembled the man. The receptionist didn't have clearance for anything besides John's rank, age, sex, and military ID.*

Ah, you're still the director of P.E.I.P?

[john-macnamara]

The director of this organization. Please, I’m on a time crunch. I really wouldn’t appreciate being made late.

[John takes out his military ID —not the P.E.I.P. one— and prepares to hand it over. He stops when this 20 year old kid mentions his organization, though. Taken aback, he freezes for a moment before responding]

I am, yes.

[He swaps his military ID for the registration card he uses with P.E.I.P., showing it to the kid as quickly as possible.]

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

*The guy gives John a skeptical look from how quickly he put his ID away but didn't say anything further since everything properly lined up in their records. He did some more typing and picked up his phone to contact Christina as quickly as possible even though he knew she was a busy lady.*

And you said you were here for Chris Stapleton...? Mhmm. Okay, hold on one moment, Sir.

*Christina picked up on the other line, flushing and being a bit girlish because she knew David couldn't see her even though they were speaking. It was known throughout all levels of the receptionists that David and Christina had crushes on each other, but they were really bad at realizing it themselves so everyone just kind of pushed them together on purpose.

Needless to say, David's ears also got a bit pink when she spoke.*

C: Hiya David, what can I do for you?

D: Oh! Uhm, nothing big, does Chris have anything on his schedule for meetings today?

C: Not that I can see but I can check if he's good with some walk-ins if you have someone that forgot to call ahead.

D: Oh, well, that'd be great! Thank you so much!

*The line went dead for a few moments as Christina called into his office to chat with him about it, a soft click coming back on as her voice rang though his headset again.*

C: Yup! Make sure to give whoever it is coming to meet with him an elite pass though, they won't be able to reach the top floor without it.

D: Of course, yeah, I know, thanks again, Christina.

C: No worries! Call anytime! U-hm, for work s-stuff I mean..

*The line went dead with a beep, David sat for a moment, face getting even more red as he quickly handed John an elite day pass.*

That should do just fine for today, elevators are over there.

[john-macnamara]

[Chris Stapleton, noted.

John watches the man progressively blush, hiding a chuckle under a cough. Ah, young love. But when the moment’s over, he quickly returns to his previous demeanor.]

Thank you, son. Have a good day.

[John enters the elevator and presses the button for the fortieth floor. By the time he emerges, he’s already considered everything he hates about this building. Mostly that it’s too damn warm. Still, he approaches Christina with a smile and a wave]

Hello, I believe I have a meeting with Mr. Stapleton.

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

*Christina looked up from where she was typing out a a staff party email, smiling softly.*

Ah you're our mystery man are you? Same one that requested the Newman file.

*She hadn't forgotten about the call from the other day about those classified documents, hadn't forgotten who had requested them either. She sighed gently, pressing an intercom button on her desk and rolling her eyes as a smooth voice rang out.*

Chris: Yes? Not another call from Howard, is it?

Christina: No. Your drop-in visitor is here already.

Chris: Ah, of course, send them in. Thank you.

*Christina let go of the small button and pressed a different one, the sliding metal and glass door to the man's office sliding open for John to pass through.*

Have a pleasant meeting

[john-macnamara]

And you’re that lovely receptionist I spoke to. I’m sorry again for my little outburst, it was entirely uncalled for.

[This is the first time John’s been genuine his entire time in this building, his smile dropping into a more neutral expression.

Still, once a few moments have passed, he plasters that smile back onto his face and walks through the door, not even addressing Chris before he starts talking.]

You know, for an organization seemingly set on knowing everything, a forty story tower seems like quite the oversight, don’t you think?

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

*Without missing a beat, Chris grinned as he silently poured a second glass of fine scotch.*

And yet, you didn't know we existed until you had to.

*Of course, he didn't 100% know that John hadn't known of them before he first requested a document, but it made sense considering what he knew of the General.

Chris was a salt and pepper haired man with somewhat faded freckles and lightly tanned skin, he wore a pair of glasses, a black turtleneck, brown slacks, and a grey overcoat.

The office was tidy, clear room to pace and discuss with a Cocobolo desk, a few plants, the odd tasteful painting, and metal framed skylights so Chris didn't have to waste energy on lighting during the day.*

[john-macnamara]

What makes you think that’s what I was judging?

[John looks over the man in front of him, eyes dropping a bit lower than strictly necessary. He’s intimidating, sure, but so is John. He might not be particularly tall or imposing in first glance, but his physique is obvious even through his shirt. The obvious musculature and the stoicism on his face combine to make him into quite the intimidating figure.]

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

*Chris raised an eyebrow as John not so subtly checked him out, chuckling at his response. He wasn't intimidated by this man, sure, he looked like he could probably fold Chris in half and toss him around, but he didn't get to where he was by being frightened by an appearance.

In response to John's very obvious glance over, Chris reacted in kind, staring down at the shorter man and letting his eyes rake over him. He took in ever detail, down to the fiber of his shirt's threads. He stalked over to him and handed him one of the glasses of scotch, nothing added, though the eyebags and obvious military stature made Chris think he wouldn't drink it either way.*

So, Mr. MacNamara, how can I help you? I'm sure you have some reason for getting yourself all the way over to Maine.

*He was aware that PEIP, more specifically the group of PEIP John and his nephew were apart of, were in a completely different state. So, he was assuming this was something of importance, otherwise he'd be fairly disappointed.*

[john-macnamara]

[It’s not terribly comfortable feeling this stranger’s eyes on him, but a shiver makes its way way up John’s spine nonetheless.

He looks distastefully at the glass, pushing it back into Chris’ hand.]

I’m not a whiskey man.

[The expression turns to Chris]

That’s General MacNamara to you, Mr. Stapleton. And I have a few questions for you, ones I expected to be answered.

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

*Chris shrugged and downed the glass he had initially poured for John, setting the glass on a coaster on his desk and taking a much softer sip of his own glass. He was unfazed by John's scowl, gentle, charismatic smile staying put on his lips.*

Well, General, I suppose you can properly address me as Professor if that's how we're playing this. Now, please, do ask, I'll answer to the best of my abilities.

[john-macnamara]

My apologies. You don’t strike me as a particularly learned man.

[He doesn’t sound terribly sorry]

Let’s make it simple. Why do you have a hold on one of my agent’s files?

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

*Chris outwardly laughed, smile stretching ear to ear as he chuckled over John's first statement. He wasn't at all offended or particularly upset, he found it quite funny consider his doctorate papers hung on the wall above his desk and the fact that nearly everyone he met had the complete opposite assessment.

He sipped his scotch again before answering, mulling over how he could answer this without upsetting this very already displeased man.*

I'm assuming you mean Norton Newman, yes? Well, he's under our care and jurisdiction, which means it's very important we keep his file safe and confidential.

[john-macnamara]

[Unfortunately, that sets John off further.]

You’ll have to explain to me how exactly one of my people is under your care. While we’re at it, I’d appreciate if you explained what exactly is wrong with Agent Newman that he managed to forget an entire day’s worth of events? Since he’s under your care, that is.

[He has a few theories towards Norton’s missing memories. Some being natural, others not so much. Either way, John has a good feeling that the man in front of him knows the truth]

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

It would seem that you already know why he's in our care then.

*Chris sighs, smile flickering down into a soft frown for a few moments. He was about to partially lie through his teeth, but it wasn't that he had anything against John, he just couldn't tell him about Norton much without having to explain things that actually were top secret.*

Mr. Newman has serious problems with false memory, short and long term amnesia, and dissociative disorder. His father and mother worked for this organization and when they died, followed by his brother, his mental state essentially shattered. With him left in the organization's care we do our best to help him through rough patches without furthering the damage caused by the trauma of losing his family so young.

*He took a long drag of his whiskey, staring at his own shoes and mentally noting to shine them later.*

It's a very fragile topic, so we don't allow many people to look at his file so we don't disrupt his already strewn about state of mind.

[john-macnamara]

[That seems not entirely implausible, but there are still a few points that nag at John]

You know, medical information is incredibly important, especially considering I’ve sent him out into the field. I’d assume you know this. So why would you let me do that, knowing he occasionally has flashes of memory loss? Especially if you’re his caretaker, more specifically, his father?

[He pauses for dramatic effect]

At least, that’s what your own file said.

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

*The thing was, no file ever stated that Chris had ever been Norton's guardian, especially not any file that John would be allowed to access. Chris doubled over, chuckling even harder than he had at the insult. He wiped a hand over his face, pinching the bridge of his nose.*

What file could that have been, hmm?

*Chris caught his breath after laughing so hard at the man's statement, sighing softly afterwards.*

No but more seriously, I had no clue he was being allowed into the field. As stated before, we don't monitor him at work for your organizations confidentiality and he never mentioned it to anyone. I'm terribly sorry about that, if I had known I would've contacted you and let you know. A grave oversight on my part. We were under the impression that he is only in charge of files, as the title 'Files Manager' suggests.

[john-macnamara]

[John catches his mistake as soon as it slips out of his mouth. Shit. He knows not to let his mouth run when he gets overconfident, but he did it anyway. A small bit of him is ticked off, however, when he mentions confidentiality]

My organization’s confidentiality? That’s rich, considering you have a file on me while I didn’t even know you existed. Seems that there’s a bit of a power imbalance there, don’t you think?

Oh, and I’m still quite stuck on why I cannot be given his file. You are his caretaker, I understand that you want to protect him. But I do assume you understand that I’m to be given his entire medical record and anything to look out for upon his hire, yes? It’s only the law.

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

Your file is only what any other organization would be able to know, simple as that.

*Chris raises an eyebrow at the mention of the law playing into this, because he knew for a fact there were exceptions to that supposed law.*

You wouldn't be entitled to that even if he wasn't under our care, besides it's our duty to keep his medical in check, not yours. You should have no reason to be checking his medical history anyways, but because he's been out in the field I can see why you're concerned.

Without requesting and having Mr. Newman consensually release his medical information to you or your organization there would be no law that gives you the freedom to access it. I'm assuming that most of your agents have given consent, however, I implore you to check your records for any physical confirmation of Mr. Newman allowing it.

If you'd like, I can have a copy of his medical history given to you just in case it's an emergency.

*Chris was once again not even the slightest bit frightened by John's ability to try and poke holes in things.*

[john-macnamara]

[John tilts his head, smiling a bit.]

That first part, that’s a lie. You know it.

[He ignores the second part, for now.]

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

I'm afraid it's not. Well, from what I know. Maybe other organizations simply don't know of you, like how you didn't know about us.

*Chris wasn't one to go back on a lie without proof, it could lead to some messy situations, not to mention the obvious bluff. He finished off his glass of whiskey, setting the glass down and going to sit at a leather arm chair to give himself a bit more space to relax now that the alcohol was settling into his system. He splayed out a bit, crossing his legs like an invitation and a refusal in one. He wanted to see just how far he could get this man to oblivion and frustration.*

[john-macnamara]

They do, because I introduced myself. Before that, I didn’t have any files on them, just like they didn’t have anything on me. You see how that works? Equal exchange.

[He explains the last part like he’s talking to a toddler.

Yet again, John’s eyes drop lower than they should. The slacks fit Chris well, too well. Just barely enough room for imagination, though that doesn’t help either.]

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

*Chris chuckled, tipping his head back to lean against the chair. He knew it was a compromising position to be in, throat easy to throttle or slit, Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed. He wanted John to know just how unthreatened he was by his presence, so much so that he would give him room to drain the soul from his body.*

Would you like an equal exchange then? Is that what this was meant to be about? Information about us to make you feel less left out?

*Chris enjoyed pushing buttons, which is why his were so hard to even brush, why poke the bear if you were susceptible to getting mauled? He uncrossed his legs, opening the stance even more, like he wanted John to be able to jump at him and tear him apart.*

[john-macnamara]

[You are not attracted to this man. You are not attracted to this man. You are not attracted to this man. Chris opens his legs. Okay you’re definitely attracted to this man.

Still, it’s not unlike John to work through his attraction, so he pushes on.]

Left out is a string term. Annoyed is better. I’d like to take you up on that offer regarding Newman’s medical information. You never know what could happen. And one other thing, if you don’t mind.

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

*Chris sighed softly, head tilting back down to look John in the eyes, smirk present. He raised both eyebrows like it was a challenge, hand coming up to readjust his glasses calmly.*

Of course, I'll have Christina handle the medical record for you, what 'other thing' did you have in mind?

*Chris pressed his tongue over his teeth, not for any particular reason, he just enjoyed watching how John seemed a bit tense. He was sure it was a mix between the actual conversation and everything else Chris was doing, either way, he was savoring it.

[john-macnamara]

[John begins to pace, sufficiently distracting himself from his burgeoning attraction to Chris by monologuing.]

In the early 1980s, an organization called D.A.N.G.E.R. fell apart. Don’t try to deny this, we both know it’s true. P.E.I.P. has very few records of them, but they all stop then, which is the same time frame wherein we were given plenty of their own files. Meaning, of course, that they collapsed. The thing is, though, your agent Newman and I discussed this, and we realized that the rest of D.A.N.G.E.R likely survived in some capacity or another.

I’m not asking for everything you have on them, far from it, but I need to know what you have on one specific thing. They gave us information on portals, ones that can travel both through dimensions and between them. But I suspect we’re not the only ones who got that information. Can you confirm, Director Stapleton, that you’re just as aware of the worlds beyond our own as we are?

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

*The mention of the portals made Chris tense this time, not the mention of D.A.N.G.E.R, no. The mention of portals specifically. He didn't let it show much, stance staying mostly relaxed and calm, but his hands clenched into fists for a short moment. He sighed, blinking softly and humming.*

Yes, D.I.C.K is aware of the portals and theories surrounding it. Am I to assume that P.E.I.P is the organization in charge of them? Never mind that, you're not the one meant to be answering questions. My apologies.

*It wasn't D.I.C.K's job to maintain or start up the portals, sure, they were also given access to the technology and information about them, but that wasn't why their organization existed.*

[john-macnamara]

[Hm, interesting. John notices the tenseness, mostly from recognizing his own reactions. The same near flinch he always reacts to Wilbur’s name with.]

You’re correct in that assumption, yes. I’d simply like to know if there’s anything you could hand over regarding them. In exchange, you get our own research. Tit for tat, an equal exchange.

[This is a risky endeavor and he knows it, but John’s almost entirely sure that D.I.C.K. knows whatever P.E.I.P. does. Or almost everything, he’s not dumb enough to let every bit of information slip.]

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

*Chris shrugged softly.*

What mine is yours, anything we have on portals is free for you to take, all you have to do is ask.

*Well, mostly everything. Chris couldn't give him the people lost to the portal or the dates theirs was activated for his own mental stability but he was genuine about everything else. He had no reason to withhold documents on the portals that John should already have, and he had no reason to really require what John had until he got everything working like he wanted it to.*

[john-macnamara]

Well, I’m asking then.

[John just wants them to get this over with. Then he can either go or at least get a proper distraction]

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

Well I didn't mean ask me specifically. That's not my job. I can hand you off to our man in charge of it later. Is there anything else you needed?

*Chris stared at him, eyes half lidded, partially from alcohol, partially from the annoyance of being reminded of the portal, and partially from general animalistic attraction. He leaned back into the chair a bit further, sighing softly, if he didn't need to be doing anyone or anything he would likely just take a nap on the sofa or even where he was in his chair. Sleeping was better than actuallly thinking in his experience.*

[john-macnamara]

Please do so.

[John gives Chris a once over yet again. He’s not going to outright say anything, but he doesn’t particularly want to end this conversation either]

That depends. Is there anything else you think I need?

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

I think you need a great many things, General, all of which I am willing to provide. That is, if you were hoping for some proper fun?

*His voice was a bit mocking with his title, he didn't actually care much for this man wandering into his office and demanding answers of him. He was also being a bit more forward than he should've been during work hours while in the actual building, but it wasn't like he had any known power over this man, so really it wasn't breaking any self made rules of the workspace.*

[john-macnamara]

[John doesn’t appreciate the obvious disrespect, but does unfortunately find his body feeling quite fond towards it. I mean, it’s not like he can do anything if we’re both occupied, right?]

I think fun is exactly what I’m looking for. The flight over here was awful stressful, you see.

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

*Chris didn't move, watching John from where he was sitting still, perfectly content with the air of the room like this.*

Well, I'm terribly sorry about that, maybe next time I'll come to you. Would you prefer a bed, or are you so tense that you'd like to take your relief against my desk?

[john-macnamara]

[John, on the other hand, is getting fairly twitchy. Heat floods his veins and with it comes the need to move]

That depends, how quick can we get to the bed?

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

*Chris smiled at him softly, gaze still just the slightest bit mocking. He stood from his chair with a gentle sigh, ever so graceful as he drifted back over to his desk and flicking a switch under the drawer. With a click and some whirring a panel in the floor opened, another identical bit of flooring popping out of the hole with a plush, silky, navy blue king sized bed sitting on top of it. It clicked a few more times before Chris sauntered over and sat on it, giving John a look.*

Well, I'm not sure, how fast can your legs move?

*Chris had designed the system that moved the bed in and out the most efficiently, he was fairly proud of himself for it. He felt the need to clarify that he took naps in his office but it didn't seem entirely appropriate, but he also didn't want this man to think that he ever planned on anything with his coworkers. It would be a gross misuse of power to ever be in a relationship with anyone in his organization considering he was the director and that wasn't something he would ever do, it simply wasn't moral.*

[john-macnamara]

[John returns a smile with a glare, though the only heat behind it is decidedly less antagonistic. He looks at the bed, furrowing his brow just a bit with something unrecognizable.]

You couldn’t have just had a simple pull out?

[Still, he saunters over, letting his hair down as he walks. Just before reaching Chris, however, John stops, waiting.]

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

I never pull out. Besides, it gave me a project to work on while I was figuring out the technology of it.

*Chris would be lying if he said he didn't enjoy the way John approached him, it was entertaining. Moderately enticing, attractive, and exceedingly fun to watch. Though when he stopped, Chris raised an eyebrow. He stood, stalking over, it was only a few steps for him, but then again, he was considerably taller than John. He stared down at him, hands landing on his shoulders before smoothing down to his hips.*

Is this alright? Or were you standing there waiting for something else?

[john-macnamara]

[The pun catches John off guard, getting a genuine laugh from him.]

I like you.

[With a smile, he takes Chris’ hand and brings it up to his lips, eyes roving over the man in front of him while he does so. Hyper aware of every movement he makes, John kisses the ring on Chris’ finger the way one might treat royalty. And who says chivalry is dead?]

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

*Chris was just the slightest bit taken aback, ears dusting red at John's action. That was his sister's ring, the one that matched on his other hand, one for each of them. Internally he scolded himself for reacting that way, it was embarrassing, really. It was just as shameful as the way his heart skipped at the sound of John's laugh, disgusting. He had moved past anything like that a long time ago, this was nothing, it was sex, mutual chemical attraction.

He smiled back softly, gaze softening just a bit, maybe subconsciously, maybe since he simply felt bad mocking this man. Either way, it was nice.*

I could say the same to you, you're quite the gentleman.

*Chris' free hand drifted a bit lower, hooking onto John's belt loop and pulling him a bit closer, a bit closer to him, a bit closer to the bed. He stared down at him, brown and green tracing over ever detail of John's face, committing it to memory.*

Shall we?

[john-macnamara]

I try.

[Praise is always nice, especially on the rare occasion it’s not sexual. So like any gentleman, he offers a charming grin, admiring the color of the other man’s eyes. It’s strange, he’s pretty sure they’re the same color, but one seems a bit more yellow than the other. It’s probably nothing.

No matter the orientation of them, they’re awful pretty. The right one makes him think of a crooked grin and heated wrestling. The left… let’s not think about that right now.]

Yes we shall.

[John places a chaste kiss on Chris’ neck, waiting for encouragement before continuing further.]

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

*Chris took his hand back from John's grip to gently comb it through his hair, not to his surprise, it was very soft just as it had looked. He used the careful grip on both parts of John to spin them around, nice and slow, crowding him back onto the bed and laying him down delicately on the plush surface.

Following John's lead in a way, he ducked down, pressing a few kisses to his pulse and nudging his legs open. His hands landed back on his hips, fingers working their way under the fabric of his shirt to trail up his sides and map out rough skin.*

You are quite the sight to behold, very handsome.

*So maybe Chris was a bit more old fashioned with how he praised and complimented in the bedroom, but in all fairness he was a whole 20 years older than the man under him.*

[john-macnamara]

[This time John doesn’t just laugh, but giggles, eyes crinkling at the corners. He shivers as callused hands trace over his skin, a multitude of scars tangible all along his torso.]

I’d have to say the same. You’re absolutely gorgeous for a ninety year old.

[An obvious joke, as evidenced by the sharp grin on John’s face]

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

*Chris chuckled, a genuine laugh, not the mocking one it normally was. The smile on his face was soft, dimples matching his freckles and making him almost look youthful again.*

Well excuse you, young man, I am 64. I'm not ancient yet.

*His hands tightened around John's sides, pulling him further onto the bed. Deft fingers snuck down and popped the button of the younger man's pants, gently teasing along the waistband of his boxers.

He pressed a kiss to the smile lines of John's face, hot breath ghosting over his skin.*

Is this still okay?

*He was being genuine, he had no want to do this with an unwilling party.*

[john-macnamara]

And I am not young! I’m 44, I just don’t look it.

[John isn’t normally one to be easy in bed, but he’s unsure how Chris’ll react if he gets too bratty. So he’ll stay relatively vanilla, for now, at least.]

Very.

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

And I'm still old enough to be your dad.

*He slipped John's pants off with ease, keeping the shirt on for now since he had felt a good bit of scarring and wasn't sure if he wanted that on display. His hands ran up and down John's legs, landing on his inner thighs and gently spreading them apart. He started with a kiss just above his knee, then a few inches higher, then Chris pressed his tongue against the muscle, licking a stripe up his skin and nipping at it between kisses.*

[john-macnamara]

[That makes John chuckle a bit, something sparkling in his eyes.

He offers little resistance when Chris opens his legs. Rather, he keens when lips touch his skin, always sensitive down there. The noises increase in frequency the further up he goes, scattered praise intermingled with whines and moans.]

God, that’s so good.

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

*Chris hummed softly against his thighs, keeping a hand there to stroke up and down his skin. He moved a bit higher, kissing the small bit of happy trail visible before working on pulling down his boxers with his teeth. He got them pulled down to mid thigh with ease, skilled in his quick work of John's clothing. He left go of the muscle he was holding onto to pull them all the way off, tongue sliding against the free expanse of rough tissue, stopping to suck marks into the dips of bone and skin.*

You sound beautiful, I've barely done anything to you, darling.

*His voice was a low whisper, vibrating against John's hide, only for him to hear, only for him to enjoy. Just him.*

[john-macnamara]

[Looking down, John smiles. This grandpa should not be so sexy, and yet he is. He feels a bit bad, not doing any work right now, but hey, he’s a damn good rider.]

I can’t help that I’m hngh~ loud.

[The last word is practically a pant]

And you’re just ah so warm.

[He loves his nights with Wiley, he really does. They’re fun, they’re good release, they’re the only time he can see the man he loves without violence, but that man is ice cold. John’s not even sure he can produce his own body heat at this point, leading to an interesting, albeit strange sensation when his lover uses his tongue. A return to the norm is nice, the wet heat in between his thighs is wonderful.]

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

*Chris raised an eyebrow at the comment, stuttering in where he was sucking a hickey into John's hip. He knew he ran a bit warm from living in a colder state, but not to the point that anyone had ever said anything about it, so needless to say it raised a few different questions in his mind. He didn't ask them, but they were there.

He pulled back for a moment to coat his own fingers in spit, it wasn't the best lubricant but it'd have to do. As soon as they were slick enough to even consider prepping John his lips were back against his skin, pointer finger teasing around his rim carefully before pushing in.*

[john-macnamara]

[Already fairly desperate, John has to bite back a whine when Chris pulls away. He watches carefully, eyes widening when he realizes what the other man is doing. So soon, huh?

He gasps at the feeling of that same warmth against his hole. He clenches around the new intrusion in it, already moaning from just that little stimulation.]

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

*Chris watched every movement, every hitch of his breath, eyes half lidded as he listened to the noise John was making. He curled his finger carefully, trying his best not to hurt the man beneath him as he opened him up. Before he put the second digit in he kissed up a bit higher, tongue curling just a bit as he licked a stripe up John's dick, sucking the tip into his mouth without hesitation.*

[john-macnamara]

Fuck that’s good.

[The statement is barely audible under the much loader moans coming out of John’s mouth. He hasn’t been treated this gently in ages. It feels nice, not to be fucked into oblivion. Not to say that isn’t enjoyable, but still. This is more relaxing than he anticipated, and he’s enjoying every second of it.]

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

*Chris hummed softly in response to the sound of the younger man's voice, sinking further down on his cock with ease. He hollowed his cheeks, sucking softly. He didn't want this to end soon, but also the noises John was making were heavenly to listen to.

Chris' eyes fluttered shut as he stayed there, tongue flicking over the tip and swiping off any precum. His fingers spread insides of John, scissoring him open and making sure he was relaxed before the third one joined. He curled them upwards, looking to brush against the bundle of nerves awaiting him.*

[john-macnamara]

[John shifts his hips a bit, trying to get more friction against the fingers inside of him. He’d happily take more, but the sensation on his dick is pushing him quickly towards the edge.]

Would you mind if I rode you?

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

*Chris pulled off with a soft pop so he could speak, fingers slowly thrusting in and out of John to give him the friction he was squirming around for.*

Oh, yes, I'd be utterly distraught.

*Chris was joking of course, smiling up at John before letting out a soft chuckle. Still, despite his jest, he shifted around a bit, fingers pulling out and leaving him empty as he slid over onto the bed next to the General.

His belt clicked as he twisted the mechanism that kept it secure, possibly the nerdiest way a belt could be situated. The leather slipped out of his slacks beltloops with ease, dropping to the floor beside the bed with a soft 'clink'. Chris glanced over at John, raising a mocking eyebrow and giving him a playful sneer.*

Well? Get on with it, I don't have all day to play with you.

[john-macnamara]

[John always hates how empty he feels when something leave him. Hates how it reminds him of every other aspect of his life.

Still, he puts on a smile and moves to straddle Chris’ hips, and brings both his pants and undergarments down in one swift movement. Rather than immediately getting on, he swipes a tongue over his hand and begins stroking his wet hand up and down the man’s cock, just enough to get him moderately slick.]

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

*Chris let out a soft, sighing groan, abdomen flexing and twitching as he leaned back on his elbows. His hands came up to rest gently on John's hips, stroking over skin kindly in comparison to how he normally was with his lovers. He preferred the slower pace they were taking up, but it left his mind open to wander, which wasn't anything he ever enjoyed during his recreational time.*

[john-macnamara]

You are… so gorgeous.

[Taking it slow, John positions himself over Chris before slowly sinking down. He takes an inch at a time, stopping to adjust when he needs to. When he reaches the base, he sits there for a moment and just admires the man below him. He wonders how that silver hair would look in moonlight.]

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

*Chris was a bit annoyed at his own body once again betraying him, ears flushing pink at the compliment. He twitched inside of John, letting out a soft groan and wince as he finally stopped. His hands tightened where they sat, massaging into John's skin as he forced himself to stay completely still and let the younger man take the reigns when he felt ready.

He sighed softly, eyes looking up at him through partially smudged lenses. He considered reaching down to use his shirt to clean them, pull it up and let the other director score a glance at his chest, but decided against it, letting the dust on his glasses blur the light around John like a halo.

Sometimes, he wondered what it'd be like to look through the sight of another person, let them see his. He'd love to see what John sees, but then again, he couldn't properly look at himself in a mirror since the accident, why would viewing himself through his eyes be any different? Really, it went down to the root of wanting people to see the beauty in themselves through someone else, maybe that's what Chris wanted for himself. He didn't know anymore. He just wanted them back.*

You're absolutely stunning, you know?

*His voice was quiet, reserved. His brain power was more focused on overthinking and admiring the man on top of him than it was on actually expressing his thoughts.*

[john-macnamara]

Yeah. I do.

[John smiles. He’s always been good at playing up self confidence, especially when it makes him more attractive. Plus a beautiful man is complimenting him, why wouldn’t he smile?

He starts to move up Chris’ cock, only a few inches before sinking back down. He’s going slow for now, but with every rise he gets just a bit higher. It takes everything in John not to speed up when Chris rubs against him just right, but this is supposed to be slow and relaxing, so that’s what it’ll be.]

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

*Chris furrowed his brows at the comment, smirking softly at the ego radiating off of John's smile. It was enticing, he'd always been a fan of confidence, sometimes it was annoying, but it looked quite nice on the man straddling him.

Chris let out a careful groan, trying not to embarrass himself further with actually expressing how good John felt squeezing around him so early on. He rolled his hips up a bit, testing the waters to see if he was alright with him moving. He didn't want to harm him, so he was trying his best to go at the pace the younger man had set, following his lead as much as could. Unfortunately there were reasons he'd never been a soldier, he preferred to do things his own way.*

[john-macnamara]

[John picks up the pace with Chris’ obvious enjoyment, starting to move up and down even faster. Eventually it reaches the point where he’s going all the way from the base to the til, and he lets out a punched groan every time he goes back down.]

Couldn’t let me take care of you for a minute, huh?

[It’s said with a teasing smile]

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

What can I say, I enjoy the control. Besides, pretty boys like you shouldn't have to be working.

*Chris was less teasing than John, it genuinely was a control thing with him, that and the satisfaction of treating a partner with all the respect and attention he could give them.

His hands tightened where they rested on John's skin, no doubt hard enough to leave bruises. He would apologize for the roughness later, but their currents actions were clouding his thoughts. He used that crushing grip to help him along, pulling him down and rolling his hips up to meet each drop down.

Chris wasn't very loud during sex as a general rule, he preferred to listen to the other person, analyze them like an experiment. There was an advantage to it, always remembering the person he'd spent his time with, finding out exactly what make them shudder and scream. It pleased him to see the other person enjoying themself.

Still, John was doing a damn good job, soft groans and the occasionally quiet swear wringing out of Chris' throat. His head was tilted back just the slightest bit with the euphoria wracking his nerves, exposed, vulnerable, but that was the fun of it.*

You are very good at this, still, I think next time I'll have you on your knees.

*His voice was a low growl, like a promise.*

[john-macnamara]

[The comment sends a new rush of heat through John, and the sudden pace change doesn’t help either. Unlike Chris, he’s always been loud, so it’s not long before he’s moaning like a pornstar every time Chris thrusts into him.

He’d like to respond to that promise, he really would, but whatever he says comes out garbled and unintelligible. Half of John’s pleasure just comes from the sight of the man under him, the knowledge that he is doing well. So he keeps going, hoping for more praise along the way.]

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

*Chris' glasses were getting a bit foggy from the heat of the air around them and his own panting breaths, his hair was no doubt a wavy mess, the styling he did on it coming undone with their actions. On a particularly rough drop from John's end, Chris let out the loudest groan he had throughout the entire interaction, a soft, almost silent, whine following it. He blinked lowly up at the man reducing him to complete ruin, glasses low on his nose from the actions of their bodies moving in sync with each other.*

You're gorgeous, fuck- you're doing so good for me, darling.

[john-macnamara]

[John genuinely whimpers, the words lighting up something deep inside of him. He needs this, he needs the man below him to keep saying these sweet nothings. It’s not real, he knows that, but it is for this moment. Right now, he’s doing good and being praised for it, what more could he want?]

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

*Chris could feel how John twitched around him with the praise, was enthralled by the noise he made in response to it. One hand slid from it's bruising position on John's hip, finding purchase in where it squeezed his ass. Well manicured nails bit into his skin as Chris' nerves were set on fire by his rapidly approaching climax, his thoughts were quickly melting away with each minute ticking by, properly distracted from anything other than the fountain of beauty in front of him.*

You're doing wonderfully, just like that..

*His back was just the slightest bit arched, enjoying himself just as much as his counterpart. He swallowed thickly, groans escaping through gritted teeth.*

You're incredible, utterly perfect for me, darling.

[john-macnamara]

[At this point John’s coming fully undone, whining at every bit of praise. Heat builds up in the back of his stomach, and a few tears well in the corner of his eyes as he relentlessly keeps moving. It’s good, it’s so damn good.]

Fuck, ah- I’m close.

[The words are yet again barely audible through the strings of gibberish coming from John. He’s a mess, and it only took a few minutes to get him this way. A more delicate hand and a bit more time, and he could practically belong to Chris. For a short while, anyway.]

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

*Chris' eyes finally slid shut, eyebrows furrowed as he panted into the already warm air around them. Each noise, each reckless movement, everything about this was stripping nerves from his body and setting them on fire, sparking down into his internal organs. He clawed his nails down from where they had been sitting making indents in John's ass, hot red marks following as he applied what was just a bit too much pressure not to be painful to the average person.*

Me too, don't worry darling, let go. You've been such a good boy for me.

*Chris wasn't wholly aware of what exactly he was saying, words slipping from his lips like the only people he had ever loved slipped out of his heart and into the black.*

[john-macnamara]

[The permission is all John needs. He climaxes as he comes down on Chris one last time. He scrambles for something to grab, and ends up with his hands wrapped around the other man’s wrist as he rides the orgasm out. Maybe it’s the fact that he’s been so stressed lately, or maybe that he hasn’t had time for proper release, but this is the best —and longest— he’s had in a while. Before he’s really even aware of it, a word slips out]

Daddy-

[Through the haze, John still manages to slap a hand over his mouth with wide eyes. He did not just say that.]

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

*Chris' face flushed at the word, freckles standing out even more at the general shock that had caused his fluster. The sudden mental reaction to the clearly accidental word drop also caused his physical reaction, orgasm completely wiping out all coherent thought that remained as he finished inside of John.

Once he actually regained some control of his own body, his hand twisted to move and interlock fingers with where one of John's hands was still holding his wrist. The red state of his face died down as he breathed through the euphoria flooding his system, eyes fluttering back open to look up at the younger man and smile softly. His free hand, the one that wasn't keeping that soft, almost romantic point of contact, reached up to carefully pull the hand off his mouth.*

Don't worry, it's not the first time I've gotten it. Can't say I don't enjoy it.

*His voice was quiet, sweet, like him and John had anything besides a sexual attraction that they'd dealt with. He blinked a few times, mind swirling with the want of smoke filling his lungs. It was horrible habit he knew, but, he had always enjoyed a good cigarette after sex. He cleared his throat and leaned over the side of the bed to grab his pack and his lighter. The lighter was old, clearly not something from this century, and the actual pack of cigarettes was a fresh Marlboro. He slipped one free for himself and silently offered another up for John before lighting the one sitting between his lips.*

[john-macnamara]

[John offers a flustered smile in return before violently shaking his head in an attempt to clear it.

He climbs off of Chris, feeling a warm trickle down his legs when he moves. Another familiar feeling. Easy, comforting, normal. And the offered cigarette, why that’s even better?]

A smoke sounds wonderful, actually.

[He takes the cigarette and settles down next to the other man, simply basking in the post-orgasm haze.]

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

*Chris handed him the lighter, but not in a way that suggested he'd take it back. He was sure John would get rid of it at some point, but he liked leaving people with a little more than just the memory. He took a long drag of his own, not bothering to take it back out of his mouth once he breath out, smoke flooding out of his nose like how one would envision a dragon. He swallowed thickly, eyebrows furrowing as memory and thought washed back over him, so much so that he considered putting out the cigarette on his skin. He abstained for the moment, he wasn't sure how John felt about the smell of burnt flesh.

Speaking of which, Chris glanced over at the other director, thoughts swirling as he stared. His interest normally wasn't piqued by people, but he had to admit, the General was a fascinating man. He held out his arm, giving the other man the option come in for a quick cuddle. Chris hated that the only time he knew to be soft was after something like this, but at least he tried.*

So, you come here often?

*He was joking, obviously. Really he just didn't know how to reopen a conversation after that, he was good with tension and questions, after-sex talk not so much.*

[john-macnamara]

Oh. Thank you.

[John lights his cigarette and places the lighter in one of his shirt pockets, accepting the gift. He sits there for a moment, trying to properly orient himself into the cushions. By the time more contact is offered, he happily takes it.

He wraps Chris’ arm around himself, settling in on the other man’s chest. The question makes him snort quite audibly.]

I can’t say I do.

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

Not a fan of Maine?

*Chris chuckled in response to the snort, very happily adjusting to the man laying against him. His hand reached up to brush his hair back carefully, simply appreciating his presence, the momentary enjoyment before they'd both have to get back to their lives.*

[john-macnamara]

Last time I was here, a cult managed to get me caught in a fucking bear trap. Not exactly my proudest moment. So no, I don’t particularly enjoy this place.

[John hums in contentment with the hand running through his hair, unconsciously moving closer to the source of it]

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

Good lord. Y'know what, fair enough. I'm lucky enough to have not been a field agent before I was director, I have the opposite side of things, I get to deal with all the experiments.

*Chris noticed how he seemed to lean towards the feeling, gladly continuing the action with a soft smile. He took another long drag of the cigarette in his mouth, turning his head away from John to let that breath go out of courtesy. He knew he likely wouldn't mind much, but he didn't want to think about how Stephen used to blow it into his face, didn't want to do the same to anyone else.*

[john-macnamara]

I wish this was when I was a field agent. It was last fucking spring!

[John laughs as he makes wide gestures with his hands. He continues to lean into the touch, easily relaxing back into the older man]

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

I was going to scold you, but I'm afraid I also do as just as much bullshit as I did back when I was just a scientist. It'd be terribly hypocritical of me to tell you to lay off it and leave it to your people when I can hardly do the same.

*Chris let out a soft chuckle at the way John used his hands as a second mouth, a small part of him overjoyed at being in the presence of someone just as erratic as he himself was. Not to mention how his body seemed to melt under where the man's weight was positioned on him, subconsciously enjoying someone being comfortable against him.*

[john-macnamara]

We’d both be hypocrites then, because I would’ve said the exact same thing.

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

*He glanced down at his watch, sighing softly. As much as his schedule was free meeting wise, he still had things to do. Sure, he would've enjoyed just sitting here with John for a good while, he seemed like a funny, nice guy, but he was busy man unfortunately. Chris hummed softly, he could spare a few minutes, but he was painfully aware that he had to send a message to Christina to fake some medical records for later, which required putting some pants on.*

Would you like me to grab you a cloth?

*He didn't want to be presumptuous, who was he to judge this man if he wanted to lay a bit longer without Chris hopping off to grab something to wipe him down with?*

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

[John walks into D.I.C.K. HQ, approaching the front desk of the building, chin held high and back straight. So when he speaks with an air of total confidence, it’s really no surprise.]

Hello. My name is General John MacNamara of the United States Military, and I’m here to attend an audience with your director. Would you be so kind as to direct me on where to go?

[A lie, he doesn’t even know the director’s name. But the receptionist doesn’t need to know that, not if he acts every bit the self-sure General he should be.]

@john-macnamara

*A very bored looking 20ish year old man perked up at being spoken to, all of the other receptionists getting all the calls except him for some odd reason. The young man fixed his tie and smiled at John happily.*

Do you have some form of ID on you to confirm that? Also, which director of which sector? Most of them have meetings today and I would have to contact their receptionists to confirm anything.

*Ah yes, the joys of bureaucracy. Still, the young man got to quick work pulling up military employment files of men named John MacNamara, sorting through them quickly and pulling up the one that actually resembled the man. The receptionist didn't have clearance for anything besides John's rank, age, sex, and military ID.*

Ah, you're still the director of P.E.I.P?

[john-macnamara]

The director of this organization. Please, I’m on a time crunch. I really wouldn’t appreciate being made late.

[John takes out his military ID —not the P.E.I.P. one— and prepares to hand it over. He stops when this 20 year old kid mentions his organization, though. Taken aback, he freezes for a moment before responding]

I am, yes.

[He swaps his military ID for the registration card he uses with P.E.I.P., showing it to the kid as quickly as possible.]

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

*The guy gives John a skeptical look from how quickly he put his ID away but didn't say anything further since everything properly lined up in their records. He did some more typing and picked up his phone to contact Christina as quickly as possible even though he knew she was a busy lady.*

And you said you were here for Chris Stapleton...? Mhmm. Okay, hold on one moment, Sir.

*Christina picked up on the other line, flushing and being a bit girlish because she knew David couldn't see her even though they were speaking. It was known throughout all levels of the receptionists that David and Christina had crushes on each other, but they were really bad at realizing it themselves so everyone just kind of pushed them together on purpose.

Needless to say, David's ears also got a bit pink when she spoke.*

C: Hiya David, what can I do for you?

D: Oh! Uhm, nothing big, does Chris have anything on his schedule for meetings today?

C: Not that I can see but I can check if he's good with some walk-ins if you have someone that forgot to call ahead.

D: Oh, well, that'd be great! Thank you so much!

*The line went dead for a few moments as Christina called into his office to chat with him about it, a soft click coming back on as her voice rang though his headset again.*

C: Yup! Make sure to give whoever it is coming to meet with him an elite pass though, they won't be able to reach the top floor without it.

D: Of course, yeah, I know, thanks again, Christina.

C: No worries! Call anytime! U-hm, for work s-stuff I mean..

*The line went dead with a beep, David sat for a moment, face getting even more red as he quickly handed John an elite day pass.*

That should do just fine for today, elevators are over there.

[john-macnamara]

[Chris Stapleton, noted.

John watches the man progressively blush, hiding a chuckle under a cough. Ah, young love. But when the moment’s over, he quickly returns to his previous demeanor.]

Thank you, son. Have a good day.

[John enters the elevator and presses the button for the fortieth floor. By the time he emerges, he’s already considered everything he hates about this building. Mostly that it’s too damn warm. Still, he approaches Christina with a smile and a wave]

Hello, I believe I have a meeting with Mr. Stapleton.

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

*Christina looked up from where she was typing out a a staff party email, smiling softly.*

Ah you're our mystery man are you? Same one that requested the Newman file.

*She hadn't forgotten about the call from the other day about those classified documents, hadn't forgotten who had requested them either. She sighed gently, pressing an intercom button on her desk and rolling her eyes as a smooth voice rang out.*

Chris: Yes? Not another call from Howard, is it?

Christina: No. Your drop-in visitor is here already.

Chris: Ah, of course, send them in. Thank you.

*Christina let go of the small button and pressed a different one, the sliding metal and glass door to the man's office sliding open for John to pass through.*

Have a pleasant meeting

[john-macnamara]

And you’re that lovely receptionist I spoke to. I’m sorry again for my little outburst, it was entirely uncalled for.

[This is the first time John’s been genuine his entire time in this building, his smile dropping into a more neutral expression.

Still, once a few moments have passed, he plasters that smile back onto his face and walks through the door, not even addressing Chris before he starts talking.]

You know, for an organization seemingly set on knowing everything, a forty story tower seems like quite the oversight, don’t you think?

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

*Without missing a beat, Chris grinned as he silently poured a second glass of fine scotch.*

And yet, you didn't know we existed until you had to.

*Of course, he didn't 100% know that John hadn't known of them before he first requested a document, but it made sense considering what he knew of the General.

Chris was a salt and pepper haired man with somewhat faded freckles and lightly tanned skin, he wore a pair of glasses, a black turtleneck, brown slacks, and a grey overcoat.

The office was tidy, clear room to pace and discuss with a Cocobolo desk, a few plants, the odd tasteful painting, and metal framed skylights so Chris didn't have to waste energy on lighting during the day.*

[john-macnamara]

What makes you think that’s what I was judging?

[John looks over the man in front of him, eyes dropping a bit lower than strictly necessary. He’s intimidating, sure, but so is John. He might not be particularly tall or imposing in first glance, but his physique is obvious even through his shirt. The obvious musculature and the stoicism on his face combine to make him into quite the intimidating figure.]

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

*Chris raised an eyebrow as John not so subtly checked him out, chuckling at his response. He wasn't intimidated by this man, sure, he looked like he could probably fold Chris in half and toss him around, but he didn't get to where he was by being frightened by an appearance.

In response to John's very obvious glance over, Chris reacted in kind, staring down at the shorter man and letting his eyes rake over him. He took in ever detail, down to the fiber of his shirt's threads. He stalked over to him and handed him one of the glasses of scotch, nothing added, though the eyebags and obvious military stature made Chris think he wouldn't drink it either way.*

So, Mr. MacNamara, how can I help you? I'm sure you have some reason for getting yourself all the way over to Maine.

*He was aware that PEIP, more specifically the group of PEIP John and his nephew were apart of, were in a completely different state. So, he was assuming this was something of importance, otherwise he'd be fairly disappointed.*

[john-macnamara]

[It’s not terribly comfortable feeling this stranger’s eyes on him, but a shiver makes its way way up John’s spine nonetheless.

He looks distastefully at the glass, pushing it back into Chris’ hand.]

I’m not a whiskey man.

[The expression turns to Chris]

That’s General MacNamara to you, Mr. Stapleton. And I have a few questions for you, ones I expected to be answered.

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

*Chris shrugged and downed the glass he had initially poured for John, setting the glass on a coaster on his desk and taking a much softer sip of his own glass. He was unfazed by John's scowl, gentle, charismatic smile staying put on his lips.*

Well, General, I suppose you can properly address me as Professor if that's how we're playing this. Now, please, do ask, I'll answer to the best of my abilities.

[john-macnamara]

My apologies. You don’t strike me as a particularly learned man.

[He doesn’t sound terribly sorry]

Let’s make it simple. Why do you have a hold on one of my agent’s files?

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

*Chris outwardly laughed, smile stretching ear to ear as he chuckled over John's first statement. He wasn't at all offended or particularly upset, he found it quite funny consider his doctorate papers hung on the wall above his desk and the fact that nearly everyone he met had the complete opposite assessment.

He sipped his scotch again before answering, mulling over how he could answer this without upsetting this very already displeased man.*

I'm assuming you mean Norton Newman, yes? Well, he's under our care and jurisdiction, which means it's very important we keep his file safe and confidential.

[john-macnamara]

[Unfortunately, that sets John off further.]

You’ll have to explain to me how exactly one of my people is under your care. While we’re at it, I’d appreciate if you explained what exactly is wrong with Agent Newman that he managed to forget an entire day’s worth of events? Since he’s under your care, that is.

[He has a few theories towards Norton’s missing memories. Some being natural, others not so much. Either way, John has a good feeling that the man in front of him knows the truth]

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

It would seem that you already know why he's in our care then.

*Chris sighs, smile flickering down into a soft frown for a few moments. He was about to partially lie through his teeth, but it wasn't that he had anything against John, he just couldn't tell him about Norton much without having to explain things that actually were top secret.*

Mr. Newman has serious problems with false memory, short and long term amnesia, and dissociative disorder. His father and mother worked for this organization and when they died, followed by his brother, his mental state essentially shattered. With him left in the organization's care we do our best to help him through rough patches without furthering the damage caused by the trauma of losing his family so young.

*He took a long drag of his whiskey, staring at his own shoes and mentally noting to shine them later.*

It's a very fragile topic, so we don't allow many people to look at his file so we don't disrupt his already strewn about state of mind.

[john-macnamara]

[That seems not entirely implausible, but there are still a few points that nag at John]

You know, medical information is incredibly important, especially considering I’ve sent him out into the field. I’d assume you know this. So why would you let me do that, knowing he occasionally has flashes of memory loss? Especially if you’re his caretaker, more specifically, his father?

[He pauses for dramatic effect]

At least, that’s what your own file said.

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

*The thing was, no file ever stated that Chris had ever been Norton's guardian, especially not any file that John would be allowed to access. Chris doubled over, chuckling even harder than he had at the insult. He wiped a hand over his face, pinching the bridge of his nose.*

What file could that have been, hmm?

*Chris caught his breath after laughing so hard at the man's statement, sighing softly afterwards.*

No but more seriously, I had no clue he was being allowed into the field. As stated before, we don't monitor him at work for your organizations confidentiality and he never mentioned it to anyone. I'm terribly sorry about that, if I had known I would've contacted you and let you know. A grave oversight on my part. We were under the impression that he is only in charge of files, as the title 'Files Manager' suggests.

[john-macnamara]

[John catches his mistake as soon as it slips out of his mouth. Shit. He knows not to let his mouth run when he gets overconfident, but he did it anyway. A small bit of him is ticked off, however, when he mentions confidentiality]

My organization’s confidentiality? That’s rich, considering you have a file on me while I didn’t even know you existed. Seems that there’s a bit of a power imbalance there, don’t you think?

Oh, and I’m still quite stuck on why I cannot be given his file. You are his caretaker, I understand that you want to protect him. But I do assume you understand that I’m to be given his entire medical record and anything to look out for upon his hire, yes? It’s only the law.

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

Your file is only what any other organization would be able to know, simple as that.

*Chris raises an eyebrow at the mention of the law playing into this, because he knew for a fact there were exceptions to that supposed law.*

You wouldn't be entitled to that even if he wasn't under our care, besides it's our duty to keep his medical in check, not yours. You should have no reason to be checking his medical history anyways, but because he's been out in the field I can see why you're concerned.

Without requesting and having Mr. Newman consensually release his medical information to you or your organization there would be no law that gives you the freedom to access it. I'm assuming that most of your agents have given consent, however, I implore you to check your records for any physical confirmation of Mr. Newman allowing it.

If you'd like, I can have a copy of his medical history given to you just in case it's an emergency.

*Chris was once again not even the slightest bit frightened by John's ability to try and poke holes in things.*

[john-macnamara]

[John tilts his head, smiling a bit.]

That first part, that’s a lie. You know it.

[He ignores the second part, for now.]

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

I'm afraid it's not. Well, from what I know. Maybe other organizations simply don't know of you, like how you didn't know about us.

*Chris wasn't one to go back on a lie without proof, it could lead to some messy situations, not to mention the obvious bluff. He finished off his glass of whiskey, setting the glass down and going to sit at a leather arm chair to give himself a bit more space to relax now that the alcohol was settling into his system. He splayed out a bit, crossing his legs like an invitation and a refusal in one. He wanted to see just how far he could get this man to oblivion and frustration.*

[john-macnamara]

They do, because I introduced myself. Before that, I didn’t have any files on them, just like they didn’t have anything on me. You see how that works? Equal exchange.

[He explains the last part like he’s talking to a toddler.

Yet again, John’s eyes drop lower than they should. The slacks fit Chris well, too well. Just barely enough room for imagination, though that doesn’t help either.]

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

*Chris chuckled, tipping his head back to lean against the chair. He knew it was a compromising position to be in, throat easy to throttle or slit, Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed. He wanted John to know just how unthreatened he was by his presence, so much so that he would give him room to drain the soul from his body.*

Would you like an equal exchange then? Is that what this was meant to be about? Information about us to make you feel less left out?

*Chris enjoyed pushing buttons, which is why his were so hard to even brush, why poke the bear if you were susceptible to getting mauled? He uncrossed his legs, opening the stance even more, like he wanted John to be able to jump at him and tear him apart.*

[john-macnamara]

[You are not attracted to this man. You are not attracted to this man. You are not attracted to this man. Chris opens his legs. Okay you’re definitely attracted to this man.

Still, it’s not unlike John to work through his attraction, so he pushes on.]

Left out is a string term. Annoyed is better. I’d like to take you up on that offer regarding Newman’s medical information. You never know what could happen. And one other thing, if you don’t mind.

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

*Chris sighed softly, head tilting back down to look John in the eyes, smirk present. He raised both eyebrows like it was a challenge, hand coming up to readjust his glasses calmly.*

Of course, I'll have Christina handle the medical record for you, what 'other thing' did you have in mind?

*Chris pressed his tongue over his teeth, not for any particular reason, he just enjoyed watching how John seemed a bit tense. He was sure it was a mix between the actual conversation and everything else Chris was doing, either way, he was savoring it.

[john-macnamara]

[John begins to pace, sufficiently distracting himself from his burgeoning attraction to Chris by monologuing.]

In the early 1980s, an organization called D.A.N.G.E.R. fell apart. Don’t try to deny this, we both know it’s true. P.E.I.P. has very few records of them, but they all stop then, which is the same time frame wherein we were given plenty of their own files. Meaning, of course, that they collapsed. The thing is, though, your agent Newman and I discussed this, and we realized that the rest of D.A.N.G.E.R likely survived in some capacity or another.

I’m not asking for everything you have on them, far from it, but I need to know what you have on one specific thing. They gave us information on portals, ones that can travel both through dimensions and between them. But I suspect we’re not the only ones who got that information. Can you confirm, Director Stapleton, that you’re just as aware of the worlds beyond our own as we are?

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

*The mention of the portals made Chris tense this time, not the mention of D.A.N.G.E.R, no. The mention of portals specifically. He didn't let it show much, stance staying mostly relaxed and calm, but his hands clenched into fists for a short moment. He sighed, blinking softly and humming.*

Yes, D.I.C.K is aware of the portals and theories surrounding it. Am I to assume that P.E.I.P is the organization in charge of them? Never mind that, you're not the one meant to be answering questions. My apologies.

*It wasn't D.I.C.K's job to maintain or start up the portals, sure, they were also given access to the technology and information about them, but that wasn't why their organization existed.*

[john-macnamara]

[Hm, interesting. John notices the tenseness, mostly from recognizing his own reactions. The same near flinch he always reacts to Wilbur’s name with.]

You’re correct in that assumption, yes. I’d simply like to know if there’s anything you could hand over regarding them. In exchange, you get our own research. Tit for tat, an equal exchange.

[This is a risky endeavor and he knows it, but John’s almost entirely sure that D.I.C.K. knows whatever P.E.I.P. does. Or almost everything, he’s not dumb enough to let every bit of information slip.]

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

*Chris shrugged softly.*

What mine is yours, anything we have on portals is free for you to take, all you have to do is ask.

*Well, mostly everything. Chris couldn't give him the people lost to the portal or the dates theirs was activated for his own mental stability but he was genuine about everything else. He had no reason to withhold documents on the portals that John should already have, and he had no reason to really require what John had until he got everything working like he wanted it to.*

[john-macnamara]

Well, I’m asking then.

[John just wants them to get this over with. Then he can either go or at least get a proper distraction]

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

Well I didn't mean ask me specifically. That's not my job. I can hand you off to our man in charge of it later. Is there anything else you needed?

*Chris stared at him, eyes half lidded, partially from alcohol, partially from the annoyance of being reminded of the portal, and partially from general animalistic attraction. He leaned back into the chair a bit further, sighing softly, if he didn't need to be doing anyone or anything he would likely just take a nap on the sofa or even where he was in his chair. Sleeping was better than actuallly thinking in his experience.*

[john-macnamara]

Please do so.

[John gives Chris a once over yet again. He’s not going to outright say anything, but he doesn’t particularly want to end this conversation either]

That depends. Is there anything else you think I need?

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

I think you need a great many things, General, all of which I am willing to provide. That is, if you were hoping for some proper fun?

*His voice was a bit mocking with his title, he didn't actually care much for this man wandering into his office and demanding answers of him. He was also being a bit more forward than he should've been during work hours while in the actual building, but it wasn't like he had any known power over this man, so really it wasn't breaking any self made rules of the workspace.*

[john-macnamara]

[John doesn’t appreciate the obvious disrespect, but does unfortunately find his body feeling quite fond towards it. I mean, it’s not like he can do anything if we’re both occupied, right?]

I think fun is exactly what I’m looking for. The flight over here was awful stressful, you see.

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

*Chris didn't move, watching John from where he was sitting still, perfectly content with the air of the room like this.*

Well, I'm terribly sorry about that, maybe next time I'll come to you. Would you prefer a bed, or are you so tense that you'd like to take your relief against my desk?

[john-macnamara]

[John, on the other hand, is getting fairly twitchy. Heat floods his veins and with it comes the need to move]

That depends, how quick can we get to the bed?

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

*Chris smiled at him softly, gaze still just the slightest bit mocking. He stood from his chair with a gentle sigh, ever so graceful as he drifted back over to his desk and flicking a switch under the drawer. With a click and some whirring a panel in the floor opened, another identical bit of flooring popping out of the hole with a plush, silky, navy blue king sized bed sitting on top of it. It clicked a few more times before Chris sauntered over and sat on it, giving John a look.*

Well, I'm not sure, how fast can your legs move?

*Chris had designed the system that moved the bed in and out the most efficiently, he was fairly proud of himself for it. He felt the need to clarify that he took naps in his office but it didn't seem entirely appropriate, but he also didn't want this man to think that he ever planned on anything with his coworkers. It would be a gross misuse of power to ever be in a relationship with anyone in his organization considering he was the director and that wasn't something he would ever do, it simply wasn't moral.*

[john-macnamara]

[John returns a smile with a glare, though the only heat behind it is decidedly less antagonistic. He looks at the bed, furrowing his brow just a bit with something unrecognizable.]

You couldn’t have just had a simple pull out?

[Still, he saunters over, letting his hair down as he walks. Just before reaching Chris, however, John stops, waiting.]

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

I never pull out. Besides, it gave me a project to work on while I was figuring out the technology of it.

*Chris would be lying if he said he didn't enjoy the way John approached him, it was entertaining. Moderately enticing, attractive, and exceedingly fun to watch. Though when he stopped, Chris raised an eyebrow. He stood, stalking over, it was only a few steps for him, but then again, he was considerably taller than John. He stared down at him, hands landing on his shoulders before smoothing down to his hips.*

Is this alright? Or were you standing there waiting for something else?

[john-macnamara]

[The pun catches John off guard, getting a genuine laugh from him.]

I like you.

[With a smile, he takes Chris’ hand and brings it up to his lips, eyes roving over the man in front of him while he does so. Hyper aware of every movement he makes, John kisses the ring on Chris’ finger the way one might treat royalty. And who says chivalry is dead?]

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

*Chris was just the slightest bit taken aback, ears dusting red at John's action. That was his sister's ring, the one that matched on his other hand, one for each of them. Internally he scolded himself for reacting that way, it was embarrassing, really. It was just as shameful as the way his heart skipped at the sound of John's laugh, disgusting. He had moved past anything like that a long time ago, this was nothing, it was sex, mutual chemical attraction.

He smiled back softly, gaze softening just a bit, maybe subconsciously, maybe since he simply felt bad mocking this man. Either way, it was nice.*

I could say the same to you, you're quite the gentleman.

*Chris' free hand drifted a bit lower, hooking onto John's belt loop and pulling him a bit closer, a bit closer to him, a bit closer to the bed. He stared down at him, brown and green tracing over ever detail of John's face, committing it to memory.*

Shall we?

[john-macnamara]

I try.

[Praise is always nice, especially on the rare occasion it’s not sexual. So like any gentleman, he offers a charming grin, admiring the color of the other man’s eyes. It’s strange, he’s pretty sure they’re the same color, but one seems a bit more yellow than the other. It’s probably nothing.

No matter the orientation of them, they’re awful pretty. The right one makes him think of a crooked grin and heated wrestling. The left… let’s not think about that right now.]

Yes we shall.

[John places a chaste kiss on Chris’ neck, waiting for encouragement before continuing further.]

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

*Chris took his hand back from John's grip to gently comb it through his hair, not to his surprise, it was very soft just as it had looked. He used the careful grip on both parts of John to spin them around, nice and slow, crowding him back onto the bed and laying him down delicately on the plush surface.

Following John's lead in a way, he ducked down, pressing a few kisses to his pulse and nudging his legs open. His hands landed back on his hips, fingers working their way under the fabric of his shirt to trail up his sides and map out rough skin.*

You are quite the sight to behold, very handsome.

*So maybe Chris was a bit more old fashioned with how he praised and complimented in the bedroom, but in all fairness he was a whole 20 years older than the man under him.*

[john-macnamara]

[This time John doesn’t just laugh, but giggles, eyes crinkling at the corners. He shivers as callused hands trace over his skin, a multitude of scars tangible all along his torso.]

I’d have to say the same. You’re absolutely gorgeous for a ninety year old.

[An obvious joke, as evidenced by the sharp grin on John’s face]

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

*Chris chuckled, a genuine laugh, not the mocking one it normally was. The smile on his face was soft, dimples matching his freckles and making him almost look youthful again.*

Well excuse you, young man, I am 64. I'm not ancient yet.

*His hands tightened around John's sides, pulling him further onto the bed. Deft fingers snuck down and popped the button of the younger man's pants, gently teasing along the waistband of his boxers.

He pressed a kiss to the smile lines of John's face, hot breath ghosting over his skin.*

Is this still okay?

*He was being genuine, he had no want to do this with an unwilling party.*

[john-macnamara]

And I am not young! I’m 44, I just don’t look it.

[John isn’t normally one to be easy in bed, but he’s unsure how Chris’ll react if he gets too bratty. So he’ll stay relatively vanilla, for now, at least.]

Very.

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

And I'm still old enough to be your dad.

*He slipped John's pants off with ease, keeping the shirt on for now since he had felt a good bit of scarring and wasn't sure if he wanted that on display. His hands ran up and down John's legs, landing on his inner thighs and gently spreading them apart. He started with a kiss just above his knee, then a few inches higher, then Chris pressed his tongue against the muscle, licking a stripe up his skin and nipping at it between kisses.*

[john-macnamara]

[That makes John chuckle a bit, something sparkling in his eyes.

He offers little resistance when Chris opens his legs. Rather, he keens when lips touch his skin, always sensitive down there. The noises increase in frequency the further up he goes, scattered praise intermingled with whines and moans.]

God, that’s so good.

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

*Chris hummed softly against his thighs, keeping a hand there to stroke up and down his skin. He moved a bit higher, kissing the small bit of happy trail visible before working on pulling down his boxers with his teeth. He got them pulled down to mid thigh with ease, skilled in his quick work of John's clothing. He left go of the muscle he was holding onto to pull them all the way off, tongue sliding against the free expanse of rough tissue, stopping to suck marks into the dips of bone and skin.*

You sound beautiful, I've barely done anything to you, darling.

*His voice was a low whisper, vibrating against John's hide, only for him to hear, only for him to enjoy. Just him.*

[john-macnamara]

[Looking down, John smiles. This grandpa should not be so sexy, and yet he is. He feels a bit bad, not doing any work right now, but hey, he’s a damn good rider.]

I can’t help that I’m hngh~ loud.

[The last word is practically a pant]

And you’re just ah so warm.

[He loves his nights with Wiley, he really does. They’re fun, they’re good release, they’re the only time he can see the man he loves without violence, but that man is ice cold. John’s not even sure he can produce his own body heat at this point, leading to an interesting, albeit strange sensation when his lover uses his tongue. A return to the norm is nice, the wet heat in between his thighs is wonderful.]

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

*Chris raised an eyebrow at the comment, stuttering in where he was sucking a hickey into John's hip. He knew he ran a bit warm from living in a colder state, but not to the point that anyone had ever said anything about it, so needless to say it raised a few different questions in his mind. He didn't ask them, but they were there.

He pulled back for a moment to coat his own fingers in spit, it wasn't the best lubricant but it'd have to do. As soon as they were slick enough to even consider prepping John his lips were back against his skin, pointer finger teasing around his rim carefully before pushing in.*

[john-macnamara]

[Already fairly desperate, John has to bite back a whine when Chris pulls away. He watches carefully, eyes widening when he realizes what the other man is doing. So soon, huh?

He gasps at the feeling of that same warmth against his hole. He clenches around the new intrusion in it, already moaning from just that little stimulation.]

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

*Chris watched every movement, every hitch of his breath, eyes half lidded as he listened to the noise John was making. He curled his finger carefully, trying his best not to hurt the man beneath him as he opened him up. Before he put the second digit in he kissed up a bit higher, tongue curling just a bit as he licked a stripe up John's dick, sucking the tip into his mouth without hesitation.*

[john-macnamara]

Fuck that’s good.

[The statement is barely audible under the much loader moans coming out of John’s mouth. He hasn’t been treated this gently in ages. It feels nice, not to be fucked into oblivion. Not to say that isn’t enjoyable, but still. This is more relaxing than he anticipated, and he’s enjoying every second of it.]

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

*Chris hummed softly in response to the sound of the younger man's voice, sinking further down on his cock with ease. He hollowed his cheeks, sucking softly. He didn't want this to end soon, but also the noises John was making were heavenly to listen to.

Chris' eyes fluttered shut as he stayed there, tongue flicking over the tip and swiping off any precum. His fingers spread insides of John, scissoring him open and making sure he was relaxed before the third one joined. He curled them upwards, looking to brush against the bundle of nerves awaiting him.*

[john-macnamara]

[John shifts his hips a bit, trying to get more friction against the fingers inside of him. He’d happily take more, but the sensation on his dick is pushing him quickly towards the edge.]

Would you mind if I rode you?

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

*Chris pulled off with a soft pop so he could speak, fingers slowly thrusting in and out of John to give him the friction he was squirming around for.*

Oh, yes, I'd be utterly distraught.

*Chris was joking of course, smiling up at John before letting out a soft chuckle. Still, despite his jest, he shifted around a bit, fingers pulling out and leaving him empty as he slid over onto the bed next to the General.

His belt clicked as he twisted the mechanism that kept it secure, possibly the nerdiest way a belt could be situated. The leather slipped out of his slacks beltloops with ease, dropping to the floor beside the bed with a soft 'clink'. Chris glanced over at John, raising a mocking eyebrow and giving him a playful sneer.*

Well? Get on with it, I don't have all day to play with you.

[john-macnamara]

[John always hates how empty he feels when something leave him. Hates how it reminds him of every other aspect of his life.

Still, he puts on a smile and moves to straddle Chris’ hips, and brings both his pants and undergarments down in one swift movement. Rather than immediately getting on, he swipes a tongue over his hand and begins stroking his wet hand up and down the man’s cock, just enough to get him moderately slick.]

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

*Chris let out a soft, sighing groan, abdomen flexing and twitching as he leaned back on his elbows. His hands came up to rest gently on John's hips, stroking over skin kindly in comparison to how he normally was with his lovers. He preferred the slower pace they were taking up, but it left his mind open to wander, which wasn't anything he ever enjoyed during his recreational time.*

[john-macnamara]

You are… so gorgeous.

[Taking it slow, John positions himself over Chris before slowly sinking down. He takes an inch at a time, stopping to adjust when he needs to. When he reaches the base, he sits there for a moment and just admires the man below him. He wonders how that silver hair would look in moonlight.]

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

*Chris was a bit annoyed at his own body once again betraying him, ears flushing pink at the compliment. He twitched inside of John, letting out a soft groan and wince as he finally stopped. His hands tightened where they sat, massaging into John's skin as he forced himself to stay completely still and let the younger man take the reigns when he felt ready.

He sighed softly, eyes looking up at him through partially smudged lenses. He considered reaching down to use his shirt to clean them, pull it up and let the other director score a glance at his chest, but decided against it, letting the dust on his glasses blur the light around John like a halo.

Sometimes, he wondered what it'd be like to look through the sight of another person, let them see his. He'd love to see what John sees, but then again, he couldn't properly look at himself in a mirror since the accident, why would viewing himself through his eyes be any different? Really, it went down to the root of wanting people to see the beauty in themselves through someone else, maybe that's what Chris wanted for himself. He didn't know anymore. He just wanted them back.*

You're absolutely stunning, you know?

*His voice was quiet, reserved. His brain power was more focused on overthinking and admiring the man on top of him than it was on actually expressing his thoughts.*

[john-macnamara]

Yeah. I do.

[John smiles. He’s always been good at playing up self confidence, especially when it makes him more attractive. Plus a beautiful man is complimenting him, why wouldn’t he smile?

He starts to move up Chris’ cock, only a few inches before sinking back down. He’s going slow for now, but with every rise he gets just a bit higher. It takes everything in John not to speed up when Chris rubs against him just right, but this is supposed to be slow and relaxing, so that’s what it’ll be.]

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

*Chris furrowed his brows at the comment, smirking softly at the ego radiating off of John's smile. It was enticing, he'd always been a fan of confidence, sometimes it was annoying, but it looked quite nice on the man straddling him.

Chris let out a careful groan, trying not to embarrass himself further with actually expressing how good John felt squeezing around him so early on. He rolled his hips up a bit, testing the waters to see if he was alright with him moving. He didn't want to harm him, so he was trying his best to go at the pace the younger man had set, following his lead as much as could. Unfortunately there were reasons he'd never been a soldier, he preferred to do things his own way.*

[john-macnamara]

[John picks up the pace with Chris’ obvious enjoyment, starting to move up and down even faster. Eventually it reaches the point where he’s going all the way from the base to the til, and he lets out a punched groan every time he goes back down.]

Couldn’t let me take care of you for a minute, huh?

[It’s said with a teasing smile]

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

What can I say, I enjoy the control. Besides, pretty boys like you shouldn't have to be working.

*Chris was less teasing than John, it genuinely was a control thing with him, that and the satisfaction of treating a partner with all the respect and attention he could give them.

His hands tightened where they rested on John's skin, no doubt hard enough to leave bruises. He would apologize for the roughness later, but their currents actions were clouding his thoughts. He used that crushing grip to help him along, pulling him down and rolling his hips up to meet each drop down.

Chris wasn't very loud during sex as a general rule, he preferred to listen to the other person, analyze them like an experiment. There was an advantage to it, always remembering the person he'd spent his time with, finding out exactly what make them shudder and scream. It pleased him to see the other person enjoying themself.

Still, John was doing a damn good job, soft groans and the occasionally quiet swear wringing out of Chris' throat. His head was tilted back just the slightest bit with the euphoria wracking his nerves, exposed, vulnerable, but that was the fun of it.*

You are very good at this, still, I think next time I'll have you on your knees.

*His voice was a low growl, like a promise.*

[john-macnamara]

[The comment sends a new rush of heat through John, and the sudden pace change doesn’t help either. Unlike Chris, he’s always been loud, so it’s not long before he’s moaning like a pornstar every time Chris thrusts into him.

He’d like to respond to that promise, he really would, but whatever he says comes out garbled and unintelligible. Half of John’s pleasure just comes from the sight of the man under him, the knowledge that he is doing well. So he keeps going, hoping for more praise along the way.]

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

*Chris' glasses were getting a bit foggy from the heat of the air around them and his own panting breaths, his hair was no doubt a wavy mess, the styling he did on it coming undone with their actions. On a particularly rough drop from John's end, Chris let out the loudest groan he had throughout the entire interaction, a soft, almost silent, whine following it. He blinked lowly up at the man reducing him to complete ruin, glasses low on his nose from the actions of their bodies moving in sync with each other.*

You're gorgeous, fuck- you're doing so good for me, darling.

[john-macnamara]

[John genuinely whimpers, the words lighting up something deep inside of him. He needs this, he needs the man below him to keep saying these sweet nothings. It’s not real, he knows that, but it is for this moment. Right now, he’s doing good and being praised for it, what more could he want?]

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

*Chris could feel how John twitched around him with the praise, was enthralled by the noise he made in response to it. One hand slid from it's bruising position on John's hip, finding purchase in where it squeezed his ass. Well manicured nails bit into his skin as Chris' nerves were set on fire by his rapidly approaching climax, his thoughts were quickly melting away with each minute ticking by, properly distracted from anything other than the fountain of beauty in front of him.*

You're doing wonderfully, just like that..

*His back was just the slightest bit arched, enjoying himself just as much as his counterpart. He swallowed thickly, groans escaping through gritted teeth.*

You're incredible, utterly perfect for me, darling.

[john-macnamara]

[At this point John’s coming fully undone, whining at every bit of praise. Heat builds up in the back of his stomach, and a few tears well in the corner of his eyes as he relentlessly keeps moving. It’s good, it’s so damn good.]

Fuck, ah- I’m close.

[The words are yet again barely audible through the strings of gibberish coming from John. He’s a mess, and it only took a few minutes to get him this way. A more delicate hand and a bit more time, and he could practically belong to Chris. For a short while, anyway.]

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

*Chris' eyes finally slid shut, eyebrows furrowed as he panted into the already warm air around them. Each noise, each reckless movement, everything about this was stripping nerves from his body and setting them on fire, sparking down into his internal organs. He clawed his nails down from where they had been sitting making indents in John's ass, hot red marks following as he applied what was just a bit too much pressure not to be painful to the average person.*

Me too, don't worry darling, let go. You've been such a good boy for me.

*Chris wasn't wholly aware of what exactly he was saying, words slipping from his lips like the only people he had ever loved slipped out of his heart and into the black.*

[john-macnamara]

[The permission is all John needs. He climaxes as he comes down on Chris one last time. He scrambles for something to grab, and ends up with his hands wrapped around the other man’s wrist as he rides the orgasm out. Maybe it’s the fact that he’s been so stressed lately, or maybe that he hasn’t had time for proper release, but this is the best —and longest— he’s had in a while. Before he’s really even aware of it, a word slips out]

Daddy-

[Through the haze, John still manages to slap a hand over his mouth with wide eyes. He did not just say that.]

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

*Chris' face flushed at the word, freckles standing out even more at the general shock that had caused his fluster. The sudden mental reaction to the clearly accidental word drop also caused his physical reaction, orgasm completely wiping out all coherent thought that remained as he finished inside of John.

Once he actually regained some control of his own body, his hand twisted to move and interlock fingers with where one of John's hands was still holding his wrist. The red state of his face died down as he breathed through the euphoria flooding his system, eyes fluttering back open to look up at the younger man and smile softly. His free hand, the one that wasn't keeping that soft, almost romantic point of contact, reached up to carefully pull the hand off his mouth.*

Don't worry, it's not the first time I've gotten it. Can't say I don't enjoy it.

*His voice was quiet, sweet, like him and John had anything besides a sexual attraction that they'd dealt with. He blinked a few times, mind swirling with the want of smoke filling his lungs. It was horrible habit he knew, but, he had always enjoyed a good cigarette after sex. He cleared his throat and leaned over the side of the bed to grab his pack and his lighter. The lighter was old, clearly not something from this century, and the actual pack of cigarettes was a fresh Marlboro. He slipped one free for himself and silently offered another up for John before lighting the one sitting between his lips.*

[john-macnamara]

[John offers a flustered smile in return before violently shaking his head in an attempt to clear it.

He climbs off of Chris, feeling a warm trickle down his legs when he moves. Another familiar feeling. Easy, comforting, normal. And the offered cigarette, why that’s even better?]

A smoke sounds wonderful, actually.

[He takes the cigarette and settles down next to the other man, simply basking in the post-orgasm haze.]

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

*Chris handed him the lighter, but not in a way that suggested he'd take it back. He was sure John would get rid of it at some point, but he liked leaving people with a little more than just the memory. He took a long drag of his own, not bothering to take it back out of his mouth once he breath out, smoke flooding out of his nose like how one would envision a dragon. He swallowed thickly, eyebrows furrowing as memory and thought washed back over him, so much so that he considered putting out the cigarette on his skin. He abstained for the moment, he wasn't sure how John felt about the smell of burnt flesh.

Speaking of which, Chris glanced over at the other director, thoughts swirling as he stared. His interest normally wasn't piqued by people, but he had to admit, the General was a fascinating man. He held out his arm, giving the other man the option come in for a quick cuddle. Chris hated that the only time he knew to be soft was after something like this, but at least he tried.*

So, you come here often?

*He was joking, obviously. Really he just didn't know how to reopen a conversation after that, he was good with tension and questions, after-sex talk not so much.*

[john-macnamara]

Oh. Thank you.

[John lights his cigarette and places the lighter in one of his shirt pockets, accepting the gift. He sits there for a moment, trying to properly orient himself into the cushions. By the time more contact is offered, he happily takes it.

He wraps Chris’ arm around himself, settling in on the other man’s chest. The question makes him snort quite audibly.]

I can’t say I do.

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

Not a fan of Maine?

*Chris chuckled in response to the snort, very happily adjusting to the man laying against him. His hand reached up to brush his hair back carefully, simply appreciating his presence, the momentary enjoyment before they'd both have to get back to their lives.*

[john-macnamara]

Last time I was here, a cult managed to get me caught in a fucking bear trap. Not exactly my proudest moment. So no, I don’t particularly enjoy this place.

[John hums in contentment with the hand running through his hair, unconsciously moving closer to the source of it]

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

Good lord. Y'know what, fair enough. I'm lucky enough to have not been a field agent before I was director, I have the opposite side of things, I get to deal with all the experiments.

*Chris noticed how he seemed to lean towards the feeling, gladly continuing the action with a soft smile. He took another long drag of the cigarette in his mouth, turning his head away from John to let that breath go out of courtesy. He knew he likely wouldn't mind much, but he didn't want to think about how Stephen used to blow it into his face, didn't want to do the same to anyone else.*

[john-macnamara]

I wish this was when I was a field agent. It was last fucking spring!

[John laughs as he makes wide gestures with his hands. He continues to lean into the touch, easily relaxing back into the older man]

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

I was going to scold you, but I'm afraid I also do as just as much bullshit as I did back when I was just a scientist. It'd be terribly hypocritical of me to tell you to lay off it and leave it to your people when I can hardly do the same.

*Chris let out a soft chuckle at the way John used his hands as a second mouth, a small part of him overjoyed at being in the presence of someone just as erratic as he himself was. Not to mention how his body seemed to melt under where the man's weight was positioned on him, subconsciously enjoying someone being comfortable against him.*

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

[John walks into D.I.C.K. HQ, approaching the front desk of the building, chin held high and back straight. So when he speaks with an air of total confidence, it’s really no surprise.]

Hello. My name is General John MacNamara of the United States Military, and I’m here to attend an audience with your director. Would you be so kind as to direct me on where to go?

[A lie, he doesn’t even know the director’s name. But the receptionist doesn’t need to know that, not if he acts every bit the self-sure General he should be.]

@john-macnamara

*A very bored looking 20ish year old man perked up at being spoken to, all of the other receptionists getting all the calls except him for some odd reason. The young man fixed his tie and smiled at John happily.*

Do you have some form of ID on you to confirm that? Also, which director of which sector? Most of them have meetings today and I would have to contact their receptionists to confirm anything.

*Ah yes, the joys of bureaucracy. Still, the young man got to quick work pulling up military employment files of men named John MacNamara, sorting through them quickly and pulling up the one that actually resembled the man. The receptionist didn't have clearance for anything besides John's rank, age, sex, and military ID.*

Ah, you're still the director of P.E.I.P?

[john-macnamara]

The director of this organization. Please, I’m on a time crunch. I really wouldn’t appreciate being made late.

[John takes out his military ID —not the P.E.I.P. one— and prepares to hand it over. He stops when this 20 year old kid mentions his organization, though. Taken aback, he freezes for a moment before responding]

I am, yes.

[He swaps his military ID for the registration card he uses with P.E.I.P., showing it to the kid as quickly as possible.]

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

*The guy gives John a skeptical look from how quickly he put his ID away but didn't say anything further since everything properly lined up in their records. He did some more typing and picked up his phone to contact Christina as quickly as possible even though he knew she was a busy lady.*

And you said you were here for Chris Stapleton...? Mhmm. Okay, hold on one moment, Sir.

*Christina picked up on the other line, flushing and being a bit girlish because she knew David couldn't see her even though they were speaking. It was known throughout all levels of the receptionists that David and Christina had crushes on each other, but they were really bad at realizing it themselves so everyone just kind of pushed them together on purpose.

Needless to say, David's ears also got a bit pink when she spoke.*

C: Hiya David, what can I do for you?

D: Oh! Uhm, nothing big, does Chris have anything on his schedule for meetings today?

C: Not that I can see but I can check if he's good with some walk-ins if you have someone that forgot to call ahead.

D: Oh, well, that'd be great! Thank you so much!

*The line went dead for a few moments as Christina called into his office to chat with him about it, a soft click coming back on as her voice rang though his headset again.*

C: Yup! Make sure to give whoever it is coming to meet with him an elite pass though, they won't be able to reach the top floor without it.

D: Of course, yeah, I know, thanks again, Christina.

C: No worries! Call anytime! U-hm, for work s-stuff I mean..

*The line went dead with a beep, David sat for a moment, face getting even more red as he quickly handed John an elite day pass.*

That should do just fine for today, elevators are over there.

[john-macnamara]

[Chris Stapleton, noted.

John watches the man progressively blush, hiding a chuckle under a cough. Ah, young love. But when the moment’s over, he quickly returns to his previous demeanor.]

Thank you, son. Have a good day.

[John enters the elevator and presses the button for the fortieth floor. By the time he emerges, he’s already considered everything he hates about this building. Mostly that it’s too damn warm. Still, he approaches Christina with a smile and a wave]

Hello, I believe I have a meeting with Mr. Stapleton.

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

*Christina looked up from where she was typing out a a staff party email, smiling softly.*

Ah you're our mystery man are you? Same one that requested the Newman file.

*She hadn't forgotten about the call from the other day about those classified documents, hadn't forgotten who had requested them either. She sighed gently, pressing an intercom button on her desk and rolling her eyes as a smooth voice rang out.*

Chris: Yes? Not another call from Howard, is it?

Christina: No. Your drop-in visitor is here already.

Chris: Ah, of course, send them in. Thank you.

*Christina let go of the small button and pressed a different one, the sliding metal and glass door to the man's office sliding open for John to pass through.*

Have a pleasant meeting

[john-macnamara]

And you’re that lovely receptionist I spoke to. I’m sorry again for my little outburst, it was entirely uncalled for.

[This is the first time John’s been genuine his entire time in this building, his smile dropping into a more neutral expression.

Still, once a few moments have passed, he plasters that smile back onto his face and walks through the door, not even addressing Chris before he starts talking.]

You know, for an organization seemingly set on knowing everything, a forty story tower seems like quite the oversight, don’t you think?

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

*Without missing a beat, Chris grinned as he silently poured a second glass of fine scotch.*

And yet, you didn't know we existed until you had to.

*Of course, he didn't 100% know that John hadn't known of them before he first requested a document, but it made sense considering what he knew of the General.

Chris was a salt and pepper haired man with somewhat faded freckles and lightly tanned skin, he wore a pair of glasses, a black turtleneck, brown slacks, and a grey overcoat.

The office was tidy, clear room to pace and discuss with a Cocobolo desk, a few plants, the odd tasteful painting, and metal framed skylights so Chris didn't have to waste energy on lighting during the day.*

[john-macnamara]

What makes you think that’s what I was judging?

[John looks over the man in front of him, eyes dropping a bit lower than strictly necessary. He’s intimidating, sure, but so is John. He might not be particularly tall or imposing in first glance, but his physique is obvious even through his shirt. The obvious musculature and the stoicism on his face combine to make him into quite the intimidating figure.]

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

*Chris raised an eyebrow as John not so subtly checked him out, chuckling at his response. He wasn't intimidated by this man, sure, he looked like he could probably fold Chris in half and toss him around, but he didn't get to where he was by being frightened by an appearance.

In response to John's very obvious glance over, Chris reacted in kind, staring down at the shorter man and letting his eyes rake over him. He took in ever detail, down to the fiber of his shirt's threads. He stalked over to him and handed him one of the glasses of scotch, nothing added, though the eyebags and obvious military stature made Chris think he wouldn't drink it either way.*

So, Mr. MacNamara, how can I help you? I'm sure you have some reason for getting yourself all the way over to Maine.

*He was aware that PEIP, more specifically the group of PEIP John and his nephew were apart of, were in a completely different state. So, he was assuming this was something of importance, otherwise he'd be fairly disappointed.*

[john-macnamara]

[It’s not terribly comfortable feeling this stranger’s eyes on him, but a shiver makes its way way up John’s spine nonetheless.

He looks distastefully at the glass, pushing it back into Chris’ hand.]

I’m not a whiskey man.

[The expression turns to Chris]

That’s General MacNamara to you, Mr. Stapleton. And I have a few questions for you, ones I expected to be answered.

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

*Chris shrugged and downed the glass he had initially poured for John, setting the glass on a coaster on his desk and taking a much softer sip of his own glass. He was unfazed by John's scowl, gentle, charismatic smile staying put on his lips.*

Well, General, I suppose you can properly address me as Professor if that's how we're playing this. Now, please, do ask, I'll answer to the best of my abilities.

[john-macnamara]

My apologies. You don’t strike me as a particularly learned man.

[He doesn’t sound terribly sorry]

Let’s make it simple. Why do you have a hold on one of my agent’s files?

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

*Chris outwardly laughed, smile stretching ear to ear as he chuckled over John's first statement. He wasn't at all offended or particularly upset, he found it quite funny consider his doctorate papers hung on the wall above his desk and the fact that nearly everyone he met had the complete opposite assessment.

He sipped his scotch again before answering, mulling over how he could answer this without upsetting this very already displeased man.*

I'm assuming you mean Norton Newman, yes? Well, he's under our care and jurisdiction, which means it's very important we keep his file safe and confidential.

[john-macnamara]

[Unfortunately, that sets John off further.]

You’ll have to explain to me how exactly one of my people is under your care. While we’re at it, I’d appreciate if you explained what exactly is wrong with Agent Newman that he managed to forget an entire day’s worth of events? Since he’s under your care, that is.

[He has a few theories towards Norton’s missing memories. Some being natural, others not so much. Either way, John has a good feeling that the man in front of him knows the truth]

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

It would seem that you already know why he's in our care then.

*Chris sighs, smile flickering down into a soft frown for a few moments. He was about to partially lie through his teeth, but it wasn't that he had anything against John, he just couldn't tell him about Norton much without having to explain things that actually were top secret.*

Mr. Newman has serious problems with false memory, short and long term amnesia, and dissociative disorder. His father and mother worked for this organization and when they died, followed by his brother, his mental state essentially shattered. With him left in the organization's care we do our best to help him through rough patches without furthering the damage caused by the trauma of losing his family so young.

*He took a long drag of his whiskey, staring at his own shoes and mentally noting to shine them later.*

It's a very fragile topic, so we don't allow many people to look at his file so we don't disrupt his already strewn about state of mind.

[john-macnamara]

[That seems not entirely implausible, but there are still a few points that nag at John]

You know, medical information is incredibly important, especially considering I’ve sent him out into the field. I’d assume you know this. So why would you let me do that, knowing he occasionally has flashes of memory loss? Especially if you’re his caretaker, more specifically, his father?

[He pauses for dramatic effect]

At least, that’s what your own file said.

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

*The thing was, no file ever stated that Chris had ever been Norton's guardian, especially not any file that John would be allowed to access. Chris doubled over, chuckling even harder than he had at the insult. He wiped a hand over his face, pinching the bridge of his nose.*

What file could that have been, hmm?

*Chris caught his breath after laughing so hard at the man's statement, sighing softly afterwards.*

No but more seriously, I had no clue he was being allowed into the field. As stated before, we don't monitor him at work for your organizations confidentiality and he never mentioned it to anyone. I'm terribly sorry about that, if I had known I would've contacted you and let you know. A grave oversight on my part. We were under the impression that he is only in charge of files, as the title 'Files Manager' suggests.

[john-macnamara]

[John catches his mistake as soon as it slips out of his mouth. Shit. He knows not to let his mouth run when he gets overconfident, but he did it anyway. A small bit of him is ticked off, however, when he mentions confidentiality]

My organization’s confidentiality? That’s rich, considering you have a file on me while I didn’t even know you existed. Seems that there’s a bit of a power imbalance there, don’t you think?

Oh, and I’m still quite stuck on why I cannot be given his file. You are his caretaker, I understand that you want to protect him. But I do assume you understand that I’m to be given his entire medical record and anything to look out for upon his hire, yes? It’s only the law.

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

Your file is only what any other organization would be able to know, simple as that.

*Chris raises an eyebrow at the mention of the law playing into this, because he knew for a fact there were exceptions to that supposed law.*

You wouldn't be entitled to that even if he wasn't under our care, besides it's our duty to keep his medical in check, not yours. You should have no reason to be checking his medical history anyways, but because he's been out in the field I can see why you're concerned.

Without requesting and having Mr. Newman consensually release his medical information to you or your organization there would be no law that gives you the freedom to access it. I'm assuming that most of your agents have given consent, however, I implore you to check your records for any physical confirmation of Mr. Newman allowing it.

If you'd like, I can have a copy of his medical history given to you just in case it's an emergency.

*Chris was once again not even the slightest bit frightened by John's ability to try and poke holes in things.*

[john-macnamara]

[John tilts his head, smiling a bit.]

That first part, that’s a lie. You know it.

[He ignores the second part, for now.]

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

I'm afraid it's not. Well, from what I know. Maybe other organizations simply don't know of you, like how you didn't know about us.

*Chris wasn't one to go back on a lie without proof, it could lead to some messy situations, not to mention the obvious bluff. He finished off his glass of whiskey, setting the glass down and going to sit at a leather arm chair to give himself a bit more space to relax now that the alcohol was settling into his system. He splayed out a bit, crossing his legs like an invitation and a refusal in one. He wanted to see just how far he could get this man to oblivion and frustration.*

[john-macnamara]

They do, because I introduced myself. Before that, I didn’t have any files on them, just like they didn’t have anything on me. You see how that works? Equal exchange.

[He explains the last part like he’s talking to a toddler.

Yet again, John’s eyes drop lower than they should. The slacks fit Chris well, too well. Just barely enough room for imagination, though that doesn’t help either.]

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

*Chris chuckled, tipping his head back to lean against the chair. He knew it was a compromising position to be in, throat easy to throttle or slit, Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed. He wanted John to know just how unthreatened he was by his presence, so much so that he would give him room to drain the soul from his body.*

Would you like an equal exchange then? Is that what this was meant to be about? Information about us to make you feel less left out?

*Chris enjoyed pushing buttons, which is why his were so hard to even brush, why poke the bear if you were susceptible to getting mauled? He uncrossed his legs, opening the stance even more, like he wanted John to be able to jump at him and tear him apart.*

[john-macnamara]

[You are not attracted to this man. You are not attracted to this man. You are not attracted to this man. Chris opens his legs. Okay you’re definitely attracted to this man.

Still, it’s not unlike John to work through his attraction, so he pushes on.]

Left out is a string term. Annoyed is better. I’d like to take you up on that offer regarding Newman’s medical information. You never know what could happen. And one other thing, if you don’t mind.

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

*Chris sighed softly, head tilting back down to look John in the eyes, smirk present. He raised both eyebrows like it was a challenge, hand coming up to readjust his glasses calmly.*

Of course, I'll have Christina handle the medical record for you, what 'other thing' did you have in mind?

*Chris pressed his tongue over his teeth, not for any particular reason, he just enjoyed watching how John seemed a bit tense. He was sure it was a mix between the actual conversation and everything else Chris was doing, either way, he was savoring it.

[john-macnamara]

[John begins to pace, sufficiently distracting himself from his burgeoning attraction to Chris by monologuing.]

In the early 1980s, an organization called D.A.N.G.E.R. fell apart. Don’t try to deny this, we both know it’s true. P.E.I.P. has very few records of them, but they all stop then, which is the same time frame wherein we were given plenty of their own files. Meaning, of course, that they collapsed. The thing is, though, your agent Newman and I discussed this, and we realized that the rest of D.A.N.G.E.R likely survived in some capacity or another.

I’m not asking for everything you have on them, far from it, but I need to know what you have on one specific thing. They gave us information on portals, ones that can travel both through dimensions and between them. But I suspect we’re not the only ones who got that information. Can you confirm, Director Stapleton, that you’re just as aware of the worlds beyond our own as we are?

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

*The mention of the portals made Chris tense this time, not the mention of D.A.N.G.E.R, no. The mention of portals specifically. He didn't let it show much, stance staying mostly relaxed and calm, but his hands clenched into fists for a short moment. He sighed, blinking softly and humming.*

Yes, D.I.C.K is aware of the portals and theories surrounding it. Am I to assume that P.E.I.P is the organization in charge of them? Never mind that, you're not the one meant to be answering questions. My apologies.

*It wasn't D.I.C.K's job to maintain or start up the portals, sure, they were also given access to the technology and information about them, but that wasn't why their organization existed.*

[john-macnamara]

[Hm, interesting. John notices the tenseness, mostly from recognizing his own reactions. The same near flinch he always reacts to Wilbur’s name with.]

You’re correct in that assumption, yes. I’d simply like to know if there’s anything you could hand over regarding them. In exchange, you get our own research. Tit for tat, an equal exchange.

[This is a risky endeavor and he knows it, but John’s almost entirely sure that D.I.C.K. knows whatever P.E.I.P. does. Or almost everything, he’s not dumb enough to let every bit of information slip.]

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

*Chris shrugged softly.*

What mine is yours, anything we have on portals is free for you to take, all you have to do is ask.

*Well, mostly everything. Chris couldn't give him the people lost to the portal or the dates theirs was activated for his own mental stability but he was genuine about everything else. He had no reason to withhold documents on the portals that John should already have, and he had no reason to really require what John had until he got everything working like he wanted it to.*

[john-macnamara]

Well, I’m asking then.

[John just wants them to get this over with. Then he can either go or at least get a proper distraction]

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

Well I didn't mean ask me specifically. That's not my job. I can hand you off to our man in charge of it later. Is there anything else you needed?

*Chris stared at him, eyes half lidded, partially from alcohol, partially from the annoyance of being reminded of the portal, and partially from general animalistic attraction. He leaned back into the chair a bit further, sighing softly, if he didn't need to be doing anyone or anything he would likely just take a nap on the sofa or even where he was in his chair. Sleeping was better than actuallly thinking in his experience.*

[john-macnamara]

Please do so.

[John gives Chris a once over yet again. He’s not going to outright say anything, but he doesn’t particularly want to end this conversation either]

That depends. Is there anything else you think I need?

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

I think you need a great many things, General, all of which I am willing to provide. That is, if you were hoping for some proper fun?

*His voice was a bit mocking with his title, he didn't actually care much for this man wandering into his office and demanding answers of him. He was also being a bit more forward than he should've been during work hours while in the actual building, but it wasn't like he had any known power over this man, so really it wasn't breaking any self made rules of the workspace.*

[john-macnamara]

[John doesn’t appreciate the obvious disrespect, but does unfortunately find his body feeling quite fond towards it. I mean, it’s not like he can do anything if we’re both occupied, right?]

I think fun is exactly what I’m looking for. The flight over here was awful stressful, you see.

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

*Chris didn't move, watching John from where he was sitting still, perfectly content with the air of the room like this.*

Well, I'm terribly sorry about that, maybe next time I'll come to you. Would you prefer a bed, or are you so tense that you'd like to take your relief against my desk?

[john-macnamara]

[John, on the other hand, is getting fairly twitchy. Heat floods his veins and with it comes the need to move]

That depends, how quick can we get to the bed?

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

*Chris smiled at him softly, gaze still just the slightest bit mocking. He stood from his chair with a gentle sigh, ever so graceful as he drifted back over to his desk and flicking a switch under the drawer. With a click and some whirring a panel in the floor opened, another identical bit of flooring popping out of the hole with a plush, silky, navy blue king sized bed sitting on top of it. It clicked a few more times before Chris sauntered over and sat on it, giving John a look.*

Well, I'm not sure, how fast can your legs move?

*Chris had designed the system that moved the bed in and out the most efficiently, he was fairly proud of himself for it. He felt the need to clarify that he took naps in his office but it didn't seem entirely appropriate, but he also didn't want this man to think that he ever planned on anything with his coworkers. It would be a gross misuse of power to ever be in a relationship with anyone in his organization considering he was the director and that wasn't something he would ever do, it simply wasn't moral.*

[john-macnamara]

[John returns a smile with a glare, though the only heat behind it is decidedly less antagonistic. He looks at the bed, furrowing his brow just a bit with something unrecognizable.]

You couldn’t have just had a simple pull out?

[Still, he saunters over, letting his hair down as he walks. Just before reaching Chris, however, John stops, waiting.]

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

I never pull out. Besides, it gave me a project to work on while I was figuring out the technology of it.

*Chris would be lying if he said he didn't enjoy the way John approached him, it was entertaining. Moderately enticing, attractive, and exceedingly fun to watch. Though when he stopped, Chris raised an eyebrow. He stood, stalking over, it was only a few steps for him, but then again, he was considerably taller than John. He stared down at him, hands landing on his shoulders before smoothing down to his hips.*

Is this alright? Or were you standing there waiting for something else?

[john-macnamara]

[The pun catches John off guard, getting a genuine laugh from him.]

I like you.

[With a smile, he takes Chris’ hand and brings it up to his lips, eyes roving over the man in front of him while he does so. Hyper aware of every movement he makes, John kisses the ring on Chris’ finger the way one might treat royalty. And who says chivalry is dead?]

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

*Chris was just the slightest bit taken aback, ears dusting red at John's action. That was his sister's ring, the one that matched on his other hand, one for each of them. Internally he scolded himself for reacting that way, it was embarrassing, really. It was just as shameful as the way his heart skipped at the sound of John's laugh, disgusting. He had moved past anything like that a long time ago, this was nothing, it was sex, mutual chemical attraction.

He smiled back softly, gaze softening just a bit, maybe subconsciously, maybe since he simply felt bad mocking this man. Either way, it was nice.*

I could say the same to you, you're quite the gentleman.

*Chris' free hand drifted a bit lower, hooking onto John's belt loop and pulling him a bit closer, a bit closer to him, a bit closer to the bed. He stared down at him, brown and green tracing over ever detail of John's face, committing it to memory.*

Shall we?

[john-macnamara]

I try.

[Praise is always nice, especially on the rare occasion it’s not sexual. So like any gentleman, he offers a charming grin, admiring the color of the other man’s eyes. It’s strange, he’s pretty sure they’re the same color, but one seems a bit more yellow than the other. It’s probably nothing.

No matter the orientation of them, they’re awful pretty. The right one makes him think of a crooked grin and heated wrestling. The left… let’s not think about that right now.]

Yes we shall.

[John places a chaste kiss on Chris’ neck, waiting for encouragement before continuing further.]

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

*Chris took his hand back from John's grip to gently comb it through his hair, not to his surprise, it was very soft just as it had looked. He used the careful grip on both parts of John to spin them around, nice and slow, crowding him back onto the bed and laying him down delicately on the plush surface.

Following John's lead in a way, he ducked down, pressing a few kisses to his pulse and nudging his legs open. His hands landed back on his hips, fingers working their way under the fabric of his shirt to trail up his sides and map out rough skin.*

You are quite the sight to behold, very handsome.

*So maybe Chris was a bit more old fashioned with how he praised and complimented in the bedroom, but in all fairness he was a whole 20 years older than the man under him.*

[john-macnamara]

[This time John doesn’t just laugh, but giggles, eyes crinkling at the corners. He shivers as callused hands trace over his skin, a multitude of scars tangible all along his torso.]

I’d have to say the same. You’re absolutely gorgeous for a ninety year old.

[An obvious joke, as evidenced by the sharp grin on John’s face]

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

*Chris chuckled, a genuine laugh, not the mocking one it normally was. The smile on his face was soft, dimples matching his freckles and making him almost look youthful again.*

Well excuse you, young man, I am 64. I'm not ancient yet.

*His hands tightened around John's sides, pulling him further onto the bed. Deft fingers snuck down and popped the button of the younger man's pants, gently teasing along the waistband of his boxers.

He pressed a kiss to the smile lines of John's face, hot breath ghosting over his skin.*

Is this still okay?

*He was being genuine, he had no want to do this with an unwilling party.*

[john-macnamara]

And I am not young! I’m 44, I just don’t look it.

[John isn’t normally one to be easy in bed, but he’s unsure how Chris’ll react if he gets too bratty. So he’ll stay relatively vanilla, for now, at least.]

Very.

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

And I'm still old enough to be your dad.

*He slipped John's pants off with ease, keeping the shirt on for now since he had felt a good bit of scarring and wasn't sure if he wanted that on display. His hands ran up and down John's legs, landing on his inner thighs and gently spreading them apart. He started with a kiss just above his knee, then a few inches higher, then Chris pressed his tongue against the muscle, licking a stripe up his skin and nipping at it between kisses.*

[john-macnamara]

[That makes John chuckle a bit, something sparkling in his eyes.

He offers little resistance when Chris opens his legs. Rather, he keens when lips touch his skin, always sensitive down there. The noises increase in frequency the further up he goes, scattered praise intermingled with whines and moans.]

God, that’s so good.

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

*Chris hummed softly against his thighs, keeping a hand there to stroke up and down his skin. He moved a bit higher, kissing the small bit of happy trail visible before working on pulling down his boxers with his teeth. He got them pulled down to mid thigh with ease, skilled in his quick work of John's clothing. He left go of the muscle he was holding onto to pull them all the way off, tongue sliding against the free expanse of rough tissue, stopping to suck marks into the dips of bone and skin.*

You sound beautiful, I've barely done anything to you, darling.

*His voice was a low whisper, vibrating against John's hide, only for him to hear, only for him to enjoy. Just him.*

[john-macnamara]

[Looking down, John smiles. This grandpa should not be so sexy, and yet he is. He feels a bit bad, not doing any work right now, but hey, he’s a damn good rider.]

I can’t help that I’m hngh~ loud.

[The last word is practically a pant]

And you’re just ah so warm.

[He loves his nights with Wiley, he really does. They’re fun, they’re good release, they’re the only time he can see the man he loves without violence, but that man is ice cold. John’s not even sure he can produce his own body heat at this point, leading to an interesting, albeit strange sensation when his lover uses his tongue. A return to the norm is nice, the wet heat in between his thighs is wonderful.]

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

*Chris raised an eyebrow at the comment, stuttering in where he was sucking a hickey into John's hip. He knew he ran a bit warm from living in a colder state, but not to the point that anyone had ever said anything about it, so needless to say it raised a few different questions in his mind. He didn't ask them, but they were there.

He pulled back for a moment to coat his own fingers in spit, it wasn't the best lubricant but it'd have to do. As soon as they were slick enough to even consider prepping John his lips were back against his skin, pointer finger teasing around his rim carefully before pushing in.*

[john-macnamara]

[Already fairly desperate, John has to bite back a whine when Chris pulls away. He watches carefully, eyes widening when he realizes what the other man is doing. So soon, huh?

He gasps at the feeling of that same warmth against his hole. He clenches around the new intrusion in it, already moaning from just that little stimulation.]

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

*Chris watched every movement, every hitch of his breath, eyes half lidded as he listened to the noise John was making. He curled his finger carefully, trying his best not to hurt the man beneath him as he opened him up. Before he put the second digit in he kissed up a bit higher, tongue curling just a bit as he licked a stripe up John's dick, sucking the tip into his mouth without hesitation.*

[john-macnamara]

Fuck that’s good.

[The statement is barely audible under the much loader moans coming out of John’s mouth. He hasn’t been treated this gently in ages. It feels nice, not to be fucked into oblivion. Not to say that isn’t enjoyable, but still. This is more relaxing than he anticipated, and he’s enjoying every second of it.]

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

*Chris hummed softly in response to the sound of the younger man's voice, sinking further down on his cock with ease. He hollowed his cheeks, sucking softly. He didn't want this to end soon, but also the noises John was making were heavenly to listen to.

Chris' eyes fluttered shut as he stayed there, tongue flicking over the tip and swiping off any precum. His fingers spread insides of John, scissoring him open and making sure he was relaxed before the third one joined. He curled them upwards, looking to brush against the bundle of nerves awaiting him.*

[john-macnamara]

[John shifts his hips a bit, trying to get more friction against the fingers inside of him. He’d happily take more, but the sensation on his dick is pushing him quickly towards the edge.]

Would you mind if I rode you?

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

*Chris pulled off with a soft pop so he could speak, fingers slowly thrusting in and out of John to give him the friction he was squirming around for.*

Oh, yes, I'd be utterly distraught.

*Chris was joking of course, smiling up at John before letting out a soft chuckle. Still, despite his jest, he shifted around a bit, fingers pulling out and leaving him empty as he slid over onto the bed next to the General.

His belt clicked as he twisted the mechanism that kept it secure, possibly the nerdiest way a belt could be situated. The leather slipped out of his slacks beltloops with ease, dropping to the floor beside the bed with a soft 'clink'. Chris glanced over at John, raising a mocking eyebrow and giving him a playful sneer.*

Well? Get on with it, I don't have all day to play with you.

[john-macnamara]

[John always hates how empty he feels when something leave him. Hates how it reminds him of every other aspect of his life.

Still, he puts on a smile and moves to straddle Chris’ hips, and brings both his pants and undergarments down in one swift movement. Rather than immediately getting on, he swipes a tongue over his hand and begins stroking his wet hand up and down the man’s cock, just enough to get him moderately slick.]

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

*Chris let out a soft, sighing groan, abdomen flexing and twitching as he leaned back on his elbows. His hands came up to rest gently on John's hips, stroking over skin kindly in comparison to how he normally was with his lovers. He preferred the slower pace they were taking up, but it left his mind open to wander, which wasn't anything he ever enjoyed during his recreational time.*

[john-macnamara]

You are… so gorgeous.

[Taking it slow, John positions himself over Chris before slowly sinking down. He takes an inch at a time, stopping to adjust when he needs to. When he reaches the base, he sits there for a moment and just admires the man below him. He wonders how that silver hair would look in moonlight.]

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

*Chris was a bit annoyed at his own body once again betraying him, ears flushing pink at the compliment. He twitched inside of John, letting out a soft groan and wince as he finally stopped. His hands tightened where they sat, massaging into John's skin as he forced himself to stay completely still and let the younger man take the reigns when he felt ready.

He sighed softly, eyes looking up at him through partially smudged lenses. He considered reaching down to use his shirt to clean them, pull it up and let the other director score a glance at his chest, but decided against it, letting the dust on his glasses blur the light around John like a halo.

Sometimes, he wondered what it'd be like to look through the sight of another person, let them see his. He'd love to see what John sees, but then again, he couldn't properly look at himself in a mirror since the accident, why would viewing himself through his eyes be any different? Really, it went down to the root of wanting people to see the beauty in themselves through someone else, maybe that's what Chris wanted for himself. He didn't know anymore. He just wanted them back.*

You're absolutely stunning, you know?

*His voice was quiet, reserved. His brain power was more focused on overthinking and admiring the man on top of him than it was on actually expressing his thoughts.*

[john-macnamara]

Yeah. I do.

[John smiles. He’s always been good at playing up self confidence, especially when it makes him more attractive. Plus a beautiful man is complimenting him, why wouldn’t he smile?

He starts to move up Chris’ cock, only a few inches before sinking back down. He’s going slow for now, but with every rise he gets just a bit higher. It takes everything in John not to speed up when Chris rubs against him just right, but this is supposed to be slow and relaxing, so that’s what it’ll be.]

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

*Chris furrowed his brows at the comment, smirking softly at the ego radiating off of John's smile. It was enticing, he'd always been a fan of confidence, sometimes it was annoying, but it looked quite nice on the man straddling him.

Chris let out a careful groan, trying not to embarrass himself further with actually expressing how good John felt squeezing around him so early on. He rolled his hips up a bit, testing the waters to see if he was alright with him moving. He didn't want to harm him, so he was trying his best to go at the pace the younger man had set, following his lead as much as could. Unfortunately there were reasons he'd never been a soldier, he preferred to do things his own way.*

[john-macnamara]

[John picks up the pace with Chris’ obvious enjoyment, starting to move up and down even faster. Eventually it reaches the point where he’s going all the way from the base to the til, and he lets out a punched groan every time he goes back down.]

Couldn’t let me take care of you for a minute, huh?

[It’s said with a teasing smile]

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

What can I say, I enjoy the control. Besides, pretty boys like you shouldn't have to be working.

*Chris was less teasing than John, it genuinely was a control thing with him, that and the satisfaction of treating a partner with all the respect and attention he could give them.

His hands tightened where they rested on John's skin, no doubt hard enough to leave bruises. He would apologize for the roughness later, but their currents actions were clouding his thoughts. He used that crushing grip to help him along, pulling him down and rolling his hips up to meet each drop down.

Chris wasn't very loud during sex as a general rule, he preferred to listen to the other person, analyze them like an experiment. There was an advantage to it, always remembering the person he'd spent his time with, finding out exactly what make them shudder and scream. It pleased him to see the other person enjoying themself.

Still, John was doing a damn good job, soft groans and the occasionally quiet swear wringing out of Chris' throat. His head was tilted back just the slightest bit with the euphoria wracking his nerves, exposed, vulnerable, but that was the fun of it.*

You are very good at this, still, I think next time I'll have you on your knees.

*His voice was a low growl, like a promise.*

[john-macnamara]

[The comment sends a new rush of heat through John, and the sudden pace change doesn’t help either. Unlike Chris, he’s always been loud, so it’s not long before he’s moaning like a pornstar every time Chris thrusts into him.

He’d like to respond to that promise, he really would, but whatever he says comes out garbled and unintelligible. Half of John’s pleasure just comes from the sight of the man under him, the knowledge that he is doing well. So he keeps going, hoping for more praise along the way.]

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

*Chris' glasses were getting a bit foggy from the heat of the air around them and his own panting breaths, his hair was no doubt a wavy mess, the styling he did on it coming undone with their actions. On a particularly rough drop from John's end, Chris let out the loudest groan he had throughout the entire interaction, a soft, almost silent, whine following it. He blinked lowly up at the man reducing him to complete ruin, glasses low on his nose from the actions of their bodies moving in sync with each other.*

You're gorgeous, fuck- you're doing so good for me, darling.

[john-macnamara]

[John genuinely whimpers, the words lighting up something deep inside of him. He needs this, he needs the man below him to keep saying these sweet nothings. It’s not real, he knows that, but it is for this moment. Right now, he’s doing good and being praised for it, what more could he want?]

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

*Chris could feel how John twitched around him with the praise, was enthralled by the noise he made in response to it. One hand slid from it's bruising position on John's hip, finding purchase in where it squeezed his ass. Well manicured nails bit into his skin as Chris' nerves were set on fire by his rapidly approaching climax, his thoughts were quickly melting away with each minute ticking by, properly distracted from anything other than the fountain of beauty in front of him.*

You're doing wonderfully, just like that..

*His back was just the slightest bit arched, enjoying himself just as much as his counterpart. He swallowed thickly, groans escaping through gritted teeth.*

You're incredible, utterly perfect for me, darling.

[john-macnamara]

[At this point John’s coming fully undone, whining at every bit of praise. Heat builds up in the back of his stomach, and a few tears well in the corner of his eyes as he relentlessly keeps moving. It’s good, it’s so damn good.]

Fuck, ah- I’m close.

[The words are yet again barely audible through the strings of gibberish coming from John. He’s a mess, and it only took a few minutes to get him this way. A more delicate hand and a bit more time, and he could practically belong to Chris. For a short while, anyway.]

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

*Chris' eyes finally slid shut, eyebrows furrowed as he panted into the already warm air around them. Each noise, each reckless movement, everything about this was stripping nerves from his body and setting them on fire, sparking down into his internal organs. He clawed his nails down from where they had been sitting making indents in John's ass, hot red marks following as he applied what was just a bit too much pressure not to be painful to the average person.*

Me too, don't worry darling, let go. You've been such a good boy for me.

*Chris wasn't wholly aware of what exactly he was saying, words slipping from his lips like the only people he had ever loved slipped out of his heart and into the black.*

[john-macnamara]

[The permission is all John needs. He climaxes as he comes down on Chris one last time. He scrambles for something to grab, and ends up with his hands wrapped around the other man’s wrist as he rides the orgasm out. Maybe it’s the fact that he’s been so stressed lately, or maybe that he hasn’t had time for proper release, but this is the best —and longest— he’s had in a while. Before he’s really even aware of it, a word slips out]

Daddy-

[Through the haze, John still manages to slap a hand over his mouth with wide eyes. He did not just say that.]

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

*Chris' face flushed at the word, freckles standing out even more at the general shock that had caused his fluster. The sudden mental reaction to the clearly accidental word drop also caused his physical reaction, orgasm completely wiping out all coherent thought that remained as he finished inside of John.

Once he actually regained some control of his own body, his hand twisted to move and interlock fingers with where one of John's hands was still holding his wrist. The red state of his face died down as he breathed through the euphoria flooding his system, eyes fluttering back open to look up at the younger man and smile softly. His free hand, the one that wasn't keeping that soft, almost romantic point of contact, reached up to carefully pull the hand off his mouth.*

Don't worry, it's not the first time I've gotten it. Can't say I don't enjoy it.

*His voice was quiet, sweet, like him and John had anything besides a sexual attraction that they'd dealt with. He blinked a few times, mind swirling with the want of smoke filling his lungs. It was horrible habit he knew, but, he had always enjoyed a good cigarette after sex. He cleared his throat and leaned over the side of the bed to grab his pack and his lighter. The lighter was old, clearly not something from this century, and the actual pack of cigarettes was a fresh Marlboro. He slipped one free for himself and silently offered another up for John before lighting the one sitting between his lips.*

[john-macnamara]

[John offers a flustered smile in return before violently shaking his head in an attempt to clear it.

He climbs off of Chris, feeling a warm trickle down his legs when he moves. Another familiar feeling. Easy, comforting, normal. And the offered cigarette, why that’s even better?]

A smoke sounds wonderful, actually.

[He takes the cigarette and settles down next to the other man, simply basking in the post-orgasm haze.]

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

*Chris handed him the lighter, but not in a way that suggested he'd take it back. He was sure John would get rid of it at some point, but he liked leaving people with a little more than just the memory. He took a long drag of his own, not bothering to take it back out of his mouth once he breath out, smoke flooding out of his nose like how one would envision a dragon. He swallowed thickly, eyebrows furrowing as memory and thought washed back over him, so much so that he considered putting out the cigarette on his skin. He abstained for the moment, he wasn't sure how John felt about the smell of burnt flesh.

Speaking of which, Chris glanced over at the other director, thoughts swirling as he stared. His interest normally wasn't piqued by people, but he had to admit, the General was a fascinating man. He held out his arm, giving the other man the option come in for a quick cuddle. Chris hated that the only time he knew to be soft was after something like this, but at least he tried.*

So, you come here often?

*He was joking, obviously. Really he just didn't know how to reopen a conversation after that, he was good with tension and questions, after-sex talk not so much.*

[john-macnamara]

Oh. Thank you.

[John lights his cigarette and places the lighter in one of his shirt pockets, accepting the gift. He sits there for a moment, trying to properly orient himself into the cushions. By the time more contact is offered, he happily takes it.

He wraps Chris’ arm around himself, settling in on the other man’s chest. The question makes him snort quite audibly.]

I can’t say I do.

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

Not a fan of Maine?

*Chris chuckled in response to the snort, very happily adjusting to the man laying against him. His hand reached up to brush his hair back carefully, simply appreciating his presence, the momentary enjoyment before they'd both have to get back to their lives.*

[john-macnamara]

Last time I was here, a cult managed to get me caught in a fucking bear trap. Not exactly my proudest moment. So no, I don’t particularly enjoy this place.

[John hums in contentment with the hand running through his hair, unconsciously moving closer to the source of it]

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

Good lord. Y'know what, fair enough. I'm lucky enough to have not been a field agent before I was director, I have the opposite side of things, I get to deal with all the experiments.

*Chris noticed how he seemed to lean towards the feeling, gladly continuing the action with a soft smile. He took another long drag of the cigarette in his mouth, turning his head away from John to let that breath go out of courtesy. He knew he likely wouldn't mind much, but he didn't want to think about how Stephen used to blow it into his face, didn't want to do the same to anyone else.*

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

[John walks into D.I.C.K. HQ, approaching the front desk of the building, chin held high and back straight. So when he speaks with an air of total confidence, it’s really no surprise.]

Hello. My name is General John MacNamara of the United States Military, and I’m here to attend an audience with your director. Would you be so kind as to direct me on where to go?

[A lie, he doesn’t even know the director’s name. But the receptionist doesn’t need to know that, not if he acts every bit the self-sure General he should be.]

@john-macnamara

*A very bored looking 20ish year old man perked up at being spoken to, all of the other receptionists getting all the calls except him for some odd reason. The young man fixed his tie and smiled at John happily.*

Do you have some form of ID on you to confirm that? Also, which director of which sector? Most of them have meetings today and I would have to contact their receptionists to confirm anything.

*Ah yes, the joys of bureaucracy. Still, the young man got to quick work pulling up military employment files of men named John MacNamara, sorting through them quickly and pulling up the one that actually resembled the man. The receptionist didn't have clearance for anything besides John's rank, age, sex, and military ID.*

Ah, you're still the director of P.E.I.P?

[john-macnamara]

The director of this organization. Please, I’m on a time crunch. I really wouldn’t appreciate being made late.

[John takes out his military ID —not the P.E.I.P. one— and prepares to hand it over. He stops when this 20 year old kid mentions his organization, though. Taken aback, he freezes for a moment before responding]

I am, yes.

[He swaps his military ID for the registration card he uses with P.E.I.P., showing it to the kid as quickly as possible.]

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

*The guy gives John a skeptical look from how quickly he put his ID away but didn't say anything further since everything properly lined up in their records. He did some more typing and picked up his phone to contact Christina as quickly as possible even though he knew she was a busy lady.*

And you said you were here for Chris Stapleton...? Mhmm. Okay, hold on one moment, Sir.

*Christina picked up on the other line, flushing and being a bit girlish because she knew David couldn't see her even though they were speaking. It was known throughout all levels of the receptionists that David and Christina had crushes on each other, but they were really bad at realizing it themselves so everyone just kind of pushed them together on purpose.

Needless to say, David's ears also got a bit pink when she spoke.*

C: Hiya David, what can I do for you?

D: Oh! Uhm, nothing big, does Chris have anything on his schedule for meetings today?

C: Not that I can see but I can check if he's good with some walk-ins if you have someone that forgot to call ahead.

D: Oh, well, that'd be great! Thank you so much!

*The line went dead for a few moments as Christina called into his office to chat with him about it, a soft click coming back on as her voice rang though his headset again.*

C: Yup! Make sure to give whoever it is coming to meet with him an elite pass though, they won't be able to reach the top floor without it.

D: Of course, yeah, I know, thanks again, Christina.

C: No worries! Call anytime! U-hm, for work s-stuff I mean..

*The line went dead with a beep, David sat for a moment, face getting even more red as he quickly handed John an elite day pass.*

That should do just fine for today, elevators are over there.

[john-macnamara]

[Chris Stapleton, noted.

John watches the man progressively blush, hiding a chuckle under a cough. Ah, young love. But when the moment’s over, he quickly returns to his previous demeanor.]

Thank you, son. Have a good day.

[John enters the elevator and presses the button for the fortieth floor. By the time he emerges, he’s already considered everything he hates about this building. Mostly that it’s too damn warm. Still, he approaches Christina with a smile and a wave]

Hello, I believe I have a meeting with Mr. Stapleton.

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

*Christina looked up from where she was typing out a a staff party email, smiling softly.*

Ah you're our mystery man are you? Same one that requested the Newman file.

*She hadn't forgotten about the call from the other day about those classified documents, hadn't forgotten who had requested them either. She sighed gently, pressing an intercom button on her desk and rolling her eyes as a smooth voice rang out.*

Chris: Yes? Not another call from Howard, is it?

Christina: No. Your drop-in visitor is here already.

Chris: Ah, of course, send them in. Thank you.

*Christina let go of the small button and pressed a different one, the sliding metal and glass door to the man's office sliding open for John to pass through.*

Have a pleasant meeting

[john-macnamara]

And you’re that lovely receptionist I spoke to. I’m sorry again for my little outburst, it was entirely uncalled for.

[This is the first time John’s been genuine his entire time in this building, his smile dropping into a more neutral expression.

Still, once a few moments have passed, he plasters that smile back onto his face and walks through the door, not even addressing Chris before he starts talking.]

You know, for an organization seemingly set on knowing everything, a forty story tower seems like quite the oversight, don’t you think?

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

*Without missing a beat, Chris grinned as he silently poured a second glass of fine scotch.*

And yet, you didn't know we existed until you had to.

*Of course, he didn't 100% know that John hadn't known of them before he first requested a document, but it made sense considering what he knew of the General.

Chris was a salt and pepper haired man with somewhat faded freckles and lightly tanned skin, he wore a pair of glasses, a black turtleneck, brown slacks, and a grey overcoat.

The office was tidy, clear room to pace and discuss with a Cocobolo desk, a few plants, the odd tasteful painting, and metal framed skylights so Chris didn't have to waste energy on lighting during the day.*

[john-macnamara]

What makes you think that’s what I was judging?

[John looks over the man in front of him, eyes dropping a bit lower than strictly necessary. He’s intimidating, sure, but so is John. He might not be particularly tall or imposing in first glance, but his physique is obvious even through his shirt. The obvious musculature and the stoicism on his face combine to make him into quite the intimidating figure.]

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

*Chris raised an eyebrow as John not so subtly checked him out, chuckling at his response. He wasn't intimidated by this man, sure, he looked like he could probably fold Chris in half and toss him around, but he didn't get to where he was by being frightened by an appearance.

In response to John's very obvious glance over, Chris reacted in kind, staring down at the shorter man and letting his eyes rake over him. He took in ever detail, down to the fiber of his shirt's threads. He stalked over to him and handed him one of the glasses of scotch, nothing added, though the eyebags and obvious military stature made Chris think he wouldn't drink it either way.*

So, Mr. MacNamara, how can I help you? I'm sure you have some reason for getting yourself all the way over to Maine.

*He was aware that PEIP, more specifically the group of PEIP John and his nephew were apart of, were in a completely different state. So, he was assuming this was something of importance, otherwise he'd be fairly disappointed.*

[john-macnamara]

[It’s not terribly comfortable feeling this stranger’s eyes on him, but a shiver makes its way way up John’s spine nonetheless.

He looks distastefully at the glass, pushing it back into Chris’ hand.]

I’m not a whiskey man.

[The expression turns to Chris]

That’s General MacNamara to you, Mr. Stapleton. And I have a few questions for you, ones I expected to be answered.

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

*Chris shrugged and downed the glass he had initially poured for John, setting the glass on a coaster on his desk and taking a much softer sip of his own glass. He was unfazed by John's scowl, gentle, charismatic smile staying put on his lips.*

Well, General, I suppose you can properly address me as Professor if that's how we're playing this. Now, please, do ask, I'll answer to the best of my abilities.

[john-macnamara]

My apologies. You don’t strike me as a particularly learned man.

[He doesn’t sound terribly sorry]

Let’s make it simple. Why do you have a hold on one of my agent’s files?

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

*Chris outwardly laughed, smile stretching ear to ear as he chuckled over John's first statement. He wasn't at all offended or particularly upset, he found it quite funny consider his doctorate papers hung on the wall above his desk and the fact that nearly everyone he met had the complete opposite assessment.

He sipped his scotch again before answering, mulling over how he could answer this without upsetting this very already displeased man.*

I'm assuming you mean Norton Newman, yes? Well, he's under our care and jurisdiction, which means it's very important we keep his file safe and confidential.

[john-macnamara]

[Unfortunately, that sets John off further.]

You’ll have to explain to me how exactly one of my people is under your care. While we’re at it, I’d appreciate if you explained what exactly is wrong with Agent Newman that he managed to forget an entire day’s worth of events? Since he’s under your care, that is.

[He has a few theories towards Norton’s missing memories. Some being natural, others not so much. Either way, John has a good feeling that the man in front of him knows the truth]

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

It would seem that you already know why he's in our care then.

*Chris sighs, smile flickering down into a soft frown for a few moments. He was about to partially lie through his teeth, but it wasn't that he had anything against John, he just couldn't tell him about Norton much without having to explain things that actually were top secret.*

Mr. Newman has serious problems with false memory, short and long term amnesia, and dissociative disorder. His father and mother worked for this organization and when they died, followed by his brother, his mental state essentially shattered. With him left in the organization's care we do our best to help him through rough patches without furthering the damage caused by the trauma of losing his family so young.

*He took a long drag of his whiskey, staring at his own shoes and mentally noting to shine them later.*

It's a very fragile topic, so we don't allow many people to look at his file so we don't disrupt his already strewn about state of mind.

[john-macnamara]

[That seems not entirely implausible, but there are still a few points that nag at John]

You know, medical information is incredibly important, especially considering I’ve sent him out into the field. I’d assume you know this. So why would you let me do that, knowing he occasionally has flashes of memory loss? Especially if you’re his caretaker, more specifically, his father?

[He pauses for dramatic effect]

At least, that’s what your own file said.

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

*The thing was, no file ever stated that Chris had ever been Norton's guardian, especially not any file that John would be allowed to access. Chris doubled over, chuckling even harder than he had at the insult. He wiped a hand over his face, pinching the bridge of his nose.*

What file could that have been, hmm?

*Chris caught his breath after laughing so hard at the man's statement, sighing softly afterwards.*

No but more seriously, I had no clue he was being allowed into the field. As stated before, we don't monitor him at work for your organizations confidentiality and he never mentioned it to anyone. I'm terribly sorry about that, if I had known I would've contacted you and let you know. A grave oversight on my part. We were under the impression that he is only in charge of files, as the title 'Files Manager' suggests.

[john-macnamara]

[John catches his mistake as soon as it slips out of his mouth. Shit. He knows not to let his mouth run when he gets overconfident, but he did it anyway. A small bit of him is ticked off, however, when he mentions confidentiality]

My organization’s confidentiality? That’s rich, considering you have a file on me while I didn’t even know you existed. Seems that there’s a bit of a power imbalance there, don’t you think?

Oh, and I’m still quite stuck on why I cannot be given his file. You are his caretaker, I understand that you want to protect him. But I do assume you understand that I’m to be given his entire medical record and anything to look out for upon his hire, yes? It’s only the law.

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

Your file is only what any other organization would be able to know, simple as that.

*Chris raises an eyebrow at the mention of the law playing into this, because he knew for a fact there were exceptions to that supposed law.*

You wouldn't be entitled to that even if he wasn't under our care, besides it's our duty to keep his medical in check, not yours. You should have no reason to be checking his medical history anyways, but because he's been out in the field I can see why you're concerned.

Without requesting and having Mr. Newman consensually release his medical information to you or your organization there would be no law that gives you the freedom to access it. I'm assuming that most of your agents have given consent, however, I implore you to check your records for any physical confirmation of Mr. Newman allowing it.

If you'd like, I can have a copy of his medical history given to you just in case it's an emergency.

*Chris was once again not even the slightest bit frightened by John's ability to try and poke holes in things.*

[john-macnamara]

[John tilts his head, smiling a bit.]

That first part, that’s a lie. You know it.

[He ignores the second part, for now.]

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

I'm afraid it's not. Well, from what I know. Maybe other organizations simply don't know of you, like how you didn't know about us.

*Chris wasn't one to go back on a lie without proof, it could lead to some messy situations, not to mention the obvious bluff. He finished off his glass of whiskey, setting the glass down and going to sit at a leather arm chair to give himself a bit more space to relax now that the alcohol was settling into his system. He splayed out a bit, crossing his legs like an invitation and a refusal in one. He wanted to see just how far he could get this man to oblivion and frustration.*

[john-macnamara]

They do, because I introduced myself. Before that, I didn’t have any files on them, just like they didn’t have anything on me. You see how that works? Equal exchange.

[He explains the last part like he’s talking to a toddler.

Yet again, John’s eyes drop lower than they should. The slacks fit Chris well, too well. Just barely enough room for imagination, though that doesn’t help either.]

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

*Chris chuckled, tipping his head back to lean against the chair. He knew it was a compromising position to be in, throat easy to throttle or slit, Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed. He wanted John to know just how unthreatened he was by his presence, so much so that he would give him room to drain the soul from his body.*

Would you like an equal exchange then? Is that what this was meant to be about? Information about us to make you feel less left out?

*Chris enjoyed pushing buttons, which is why his were so hard to even brush, why poke the bear if you were susceptible to getting mauled? He uncrossed his legs, opening the stance even more, like he wanted John to be able to jump at him and tear him apart.*

[john-macnamara]

[You are not attracted to this man. You are not attracted to this man. You are not attracted to this man. Chris opens his legs. Okay you’re definitely attracted to this man.

Still, it’s not unlike John to work through his attraction, so he pushes on.]

Left out is a string term. Annoyed is better. I’d like to take you up on that offer regarding Newman’s medical information. You never know what could happen. And one other thing, if you don’t mind.

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

*Chris sighed softly, head tilting back down to look John in the eyes, smirk present. He raised both eyebrows like it was a challenge, hand coming up to readjust his glasses calmly.*

Of course, I'll have Christina handle the medical record for you, what 'other thing' did you have in mind?

*Chris pressed his tongue over his teeth, not for any particular reason, he just enjoyed watching how John seemed a bit tense. He was sure it was a mix between the actual conversation and everything else Chris was doing, either way, he was savoring it.

[john-macnamara]

[John begins to pace, sufficiently distracting himself from his burgeoning attraction to Chris by monologuing.]

In the early 1980s, an organization called D.A.N.G.E.R. fell apart. Don’t try to deny this, we both know it’s true. P.E.I.P. has very few records of them, but they all stop then, which is the same time frame wherein we were given plenty of their own files. Meaning, of course, that they collapsed. The thing is, though, your agent Newman and I discussed this, and we realized that the rest of D.A.N.G.E.R likely survived in some capacity or another.

I’m not asking for everything you have on them, far from it, but I need to know what you have on one specific thing. They gave us information on portals, ones that can travel both through dimensions and between them. But I suspect we’re not the only ones who got that information. Can you confirm, Director Stapleton, that you’re just as aware of the worlds beyond our own as we are?

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

*The mention of the portals made Chris tense this time, not the mention of D.A.N.G.E.R, no. The mention of portals specifically. He didn't let it show much, stance staying mostly relaxed and calm, but his hands clenched into fists for a short moment. He sighed, blinking softly and humming.*

Yes, D.I.C.K is aware of the portals and theories surrounding it. Am I to assume that P.E.I.P is the organization in charge of them? Never mind that, you're not the one meant to be answering questions. My apologies.

*It wasn't D.I.C.K's job to maintain or start up the portals, sure, they were also given access to the technology and information about them, but that wasn't why their organization existed.*

[john-macnamara]

[Hm, interesting. John notices the tenseness, mostly from recognizing his own reactions. The same near flinch he always reacts to Wilbur’s name with.]

You’re correct in that assumption, yes. I’d simply like to know if there’s anything you could hand over regarding them. In exchange, you get our own research. Tit for tat, an equal exchange.

[This is a risky endeavor and he knows it, but John’s almost entirely sure that D.I.C.K. knows whatever P.E.I.P. does. Or almost everything, he’s not dumb enough to let every bit of information slip.]

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

*Chris shrugged softly.*

What mine is yours, anything we have on portals is free for you to take, all you have to do is ask.

*Well, mostly everything. Chris couldn't give him the people lost to the portal or the dates theirs was activated for his own mental stability but he was genuine about everything else. He had no reason to withhold documents on the portals that John should already have, and he had no reason to really require what John had until he got everything working like he wanted it to.*

[john-macnamara]

Well, I’m asking then.

[John just wants them to get this over with. Then he can either go or at least get a proper distraction]

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

Well I didn't mean ask me specifically. That's not my job. I can hand you off to our man in charge of it later. Is there anything else you needed?

*Chris stared at him, eyes half lidded, partially from alcohol, partially from the annoyance of being reminded of the portal, and partially from general animalistic attraction. He leaned back into the chair a bit further, sighing softly, if he didn't need to be doing anyone or anything he would likely just take a nap on the sofa or even where he was in his chair. Sleeping was better than actuallly thinking in his experience.*

[john-macnamara]

Please do so.

[John gives Chris a once over yet again. He’s not going to outright say anything, but he doesn’t particularly want to end this conversation either]

That depends. Is there anything else you think I need?

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

I think you need a great many things, General, all of which I am willing to provide. That is, if you were hoping for some proper fun?

*His voice was a bit mocking with his title, he didn't actually care much for this man wandering into his office and demanding answers of him. He was also being a bit more forward than he should've been during work hours while in the actual building, but it wasn't like he had any known power over this man, so really it wasn't breaking any self made rules of the workspace.*

[john-macnamara]

[John doesn’t appreciate the obvious disrespect, but does unfortunately find his body feeling quite fond towards it. I mean, it’s not like he can do anything if we’re both occupied, right?]

I think fun is exactly what I’m looking for. The flight over here was awful stressful, you see.

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

*Chris didn't move, watching John from where he was sitting still, perfectly content with the air of the room like this.*

Well, I'm terribly sorry about that, maybe next time I'll come to you. Would you prefer a bed, or are you so tense that you'd like to take your relief against my desk?

[john-macnamara]

[John, on the other hand, is getting fairly twitchy. Heat floods his veins and with it comes the need to move]

That depends, how quick can we get to the bed?

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

*Chris smiled at him softly, gaze still just the slightest bit mocking. He stood from his chair with a gentle sigh, ever so graceful as he drifted back over to his desk and flicking a switch under the drawer. With a click and some whirring a panel in the floor opened, another identical bit of flooring popping out of the hole with a plush, silky, navy blue king sized bed sitting on top of it. It clicked a few more times before Chris sauntered over and sat on it, giving John a look.*

Well, I'm not sure, how fast can your legs move?

*Chris had designed the system that moved the bed in and out the most efficiently, he was fairly proud of himself for it. He felt the need to clarify that he took naps in his office but it didn't seem entirely appropriate, but he also didn't want this man to think that he ever planned on anything with his coworkers. It would be a gross misuse of power to ever be in a relationship with anyone in his organization considering he was the director and that wasn't something he would ever do, it simply wasn't moral.*

[john-macnamara]

[John returns a smile with a glare, though the only heat behind it is decidedly less antagonistic. He looks at the bed, furrowing his brow just a bit with something unrecognizable.]

You couldn’t have just had a simple pull out?

[Still, he saunters over, letting his hair down as he walks. Just before reaching Chris, however, John stops, waiting.]

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

I never pull out. Besides, it gave me a project to work on while I was figuring out the technology of it.

*Chris would be lying if he said he didn't enjoy the way John approached him, it was entertaining. Moderately enticing, attractive, and exceedingly fun to watch. Though when he stopped, Chris raised an eyebrow. He stood, stalking over, it was only a few steps for him, but then again, he was considerably taller than John. He stared down at him, hands landing on his shoulders before smoothing down to his hips.*

Is this alright? Or were you standing there waiting for something else?

[john-macnamara]

[The pun catches John off guard, getting a genuine laugh from him.]

I like you.

[With a smile, he takes Chris’ hand and brings it up to his lips, eyes roving over the man in front of him while he does so. Hyper aware of every movement he makes, John kisses the ring on Chris’ finger the way one might treat royalty. And who says chivalry is dead?]

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

*Chris was just the slightest bit taken aback, ears dusting red at John's action. That was his sister's ring, the one that matched on his other hand, one for each of them. Internally he scolded himself for reacting that way, it was embarrassing, really. It was just as shameful as the way his heart skipped at the sound of John's laugh, disgusting. He had moved past anything like that a long time ago, this was nothing, it was sex, mutual chemical attraction.

He smiled back softly, gaze softening just a bit, maybe subconsciously, maybe since he simply felt bad mocking this man. Either way, it was nice.*

I could say the same to you, you're quite the gentleman.

*Chris' free hand drifted a bit lower, hooking onto John's belt loop and pulling him a bit closer, a bit closer to him, a bit closer to the bed. He stared down at him, brown and green tracing over ever detail of John's face, committing it to memory.*

Shall we?

[john-macnamara]

I try.

[Praise is always nice, especially on the rare occasion it’s not sexual. So like any gentleman, he offers a charming grin, admiring the color of the other man’s eyes. It’s strange, he’s pretty sure they’re the same color, but one seems a bit more yellow than the other. It’s probably nothing.

No matter the orientation of them, they’re awful pretty. The right one makes him think of a crooked grin and heated wrestling. The left… let’s not think about that right now.]

Yes we shall.

[John places a chaste kiss on Chris’ neck, waiting for encouragement before continuing further.]

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

*Chris took his hand back from John's grip to gently comb it through his hair, not to his surprise, it was very soft just as it had looked. He used the careful grip on both parts of John to spin them around, nice and slow, crowding him back onto the bed and laying him down delicately on the plush surface.

Following John's lead in a way, he ducked down, pressing a few kisses to his pulse and nudging his legs open. His hands landed back on his hips, fingers working their way under the fabric of his shirt to trail up his sides and map out rough skin.*

You are quite the sight to behold, very handsome.

*So maybe Chris was a bit more old fashioned with how he praised and complimented in the bedroom, but in all fairness he was a whole 20 years older than the man under him.*

[john-macnamara]

[This time John doesn’t just laugh, but giggles, eyes crinkling at the corners. He shivers as callused hands trace over his skin, a multitude of scars tangible all along his torso.]

I’d have to say the same. You’re absolutely gorgeous for a ninety year old.

[An obvious joke, as evidenced by the sharp grin on John’s face]

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

*Chris chuckled, a genuine laugh, not the mocking one it normally was. The smile on his face was soft, dimples matching his freckles and making him almost look youthful again.*

Well excuse you, young man, I am 64. I'm not ancient yet.

*His hands tightened around John's sides, pulling him further onto the bed. Deft fingers snuck down and popped the button of the younger man's pants, gently teasing along the waistband of his boxers.

He pressed a kiss to the smile lines of John's face, hot breath ghosting over his skin.*

Is this still okay?

*He was being genuine, he had no want to do this with an unwilling party.*

[john-macnamara]

And I am not young! I’m 44, I just don’t look it.

[John isn’t normally one to be easy in bed, but he’s unsure how Chris’ll react if he gets too bratty. So he’ll stay relatively vanilla, for now, at least.]

Very.

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

And I'm still old enough to be your dad.

*He slipped John's pants off with ease, keeping the shirt on for now since he had felt a good bit of scarring and wasn't sure if he wanted that on display. His hands ran up and down John's legs, landing on his inner thighs and gently spreading them apart. He started with a kiss just above his knee, then a few inches higher, then Chris pressed his tongue against the muscle, licking a stripe up his skin and nipping at it between kisses.*

[john-macnamara]

[That makes John chuckle a bit, something sparkling in his eyes.

He offers little resistance when Chris opens his legs. Rather, he keens when lips touch his skin, always sensitive down there. The noises increase in frequency the further up he goes, scattered praise intermingled with whines and moans.]

God, that’s so good.

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

*Chris hummed softly against his thighs, keeping a hand there to stroke up and down his skin. He moved a bit higher, kissing the small bit of happy trail visible before working on pulling down his boxers with his teeth. He got them pulled down to mid thigh with ease, skilled in his quick work of John's clothing. He left go of the muscle he was holding onto to pull them all the way off, tongue sliding against the free expanse of rough tissue, stopping to suck marks into the dips of bone and skin.*

You sound beautiful, I've barely done anything to you, darling.

*His voice was a low whisper, vibrating against John's hide, only for him to hear, only for him to enjoy. Just him.*

[john-macnamara]

[Looking down, John smiles. This grandpa should not be so sexy, and yet he is. He feels a bit bad, not doing any work right now, but hey, he’s a damn good rider.]

I can’t help that I’m hngh~ loud.

[The last word is practically a pant]

And you’re just ah so warm.

[He loves his nights with Wiley, he really does. They’re fun, they’re good release, they’re the only time he can see the man he loves without violence, but that man is ice cold. John’s not even sure he can produce his own body heat at this point, leading to an interesting, albeit strange sensation when his lover uses his tongue. A return to the norm is nice, the wet heat in between his thighs is wonderful.]

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

*Chris raised an eyebrow at the comment, stuttering in where he was sucking a hickey into John's hip. He knew he ran a bit warm from living in a colder state, but not to the point that anyone had ever said anything about it, so needless to say it raised a few different questions in his mind. He didn't ask them, but they were there.

He pulled back for a moment to coat his own fingers in spit, it wasn't the best lubricant but it'd have to do. As soon as they were slick enough to even consider prepping John his lips were back against his skin, pointer finger teasing around his rim carefully before pushing in.*

[john-macnamara]

[Already fairly desperate, John has to bite back a whine when Chris pulls away. He watches carefully, eyes widening when he realizes what the other man is doing. So soon, huh?

He gasps at the feeling of that same warmth against his hole. He clenches around the new intrusion in it, already moaning from just that little stimulation.]

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

*Chris watched every movement, every hitch of his breath, eyes half lidded as he listened to the noise John was making. He curled his finger carefully, trying his best not to hurt the man beneath him as he opened him up. Before he put the second digit in he kissed up a bit higher, tongue curling just a bit as he licked a stripe up John's dick, sucking the tip into his mouth without hesitation.*

[john-macnamara]

Fuck that’s good.

[The statement is barely audible under the much loader moans coming out of John’s mouth. He hasn’t been treated this gently in ages. It feels nice, not to be fucked into oblivion. Not to say that isn’t enjoyable, but still. This is more relaxing than he anticipated, and he’s enjoying every second of it.]

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

*Chris hummed softly in response to the sound of the younger man's voice, sinking further down on his cock with ease. He hollowed his cheeks, sucking softly. He didn't want this to end soon, but also the noises John was making were heavenly to listen to.

Chris' eyes fluttered shut as he stayed there, tongue flicking over the tip and swiping off any precum. His fingers spread insides of John, scissoring him open and making sure he was relaxed before the third one joined. He curled them upwards, looking to brush against the bundle of nerves awaiting him.*

[john-macnamara]

[John shifts his hips a bit, trying to get more friction against the fingers inside of him. He’d happily take more, but the sensation on his dick is pushing him quickly towards the edge.]

Would you mind if I rode you?

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

*Chris pulled off with a soft pop so he could speak, fingers slowly thrusting in and out of John to give him the friction he was squirming around for.*

Oh, yes, I'd be utterly distraught.

*Chris was joking of course, smiling up at John before letting out a soft chuckle. Still, despite his jest, he shifted around a bit, fingers pulling out and leaving him empty as he slid over onto the bed next to the General.

His belt clicked as he twisted the mechanism that kept it secure, possibly the nerdiest way a belt could be situated. The leather slipped out of his slacks beltloops with ease, dropping to the floor beside the bed with a soft 'clink'. Chris glanced over at John, raising a mocking eyebrow and giving him a playful sneer.*

Well? Get on with it, I don't have all day to play with you.

[john-macnamara]

[John always hates how empty he feels when something leave him. Hates how it reminds him of every other aspect of his life.

Still, he puts on a smile and moves to straddle Chris’ hips, and brings both his pants and undergarments down in one swift movement. Rather than immediately getting on, he swipes a tongue over his hand and begins stroking his wet hand up and down the man’s cock, just enough to get him moderately slick.]

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

*Chris let out a soft, sighing groan, abdomen flexing and twitching as he leaned back on his elbows. His hands came up to rest gently on John's hips, stroking over skin kindly in comparison to how he normally was with his lovers. He preferred the slower pace they were taking up, but it left his mind open to wander, which wasn't anything he ever enjoyed during his recreational time.*

[john-macnamara]

You are… so gorgeous.

[Taking it slow, John positions himself over Chris before slowly sinking down. He takes an inch at a time, stopping to adjust when he needs to. When he reaches the base, he sits there for a moment and just admires the man below him. He wonders how that silver hair would look in moonlight.]

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

*Chris was a bit annoyed at his own body once again betraying him, ears flushing pink at the compliment. He twitched inside of John, letting out a soft groan and wince as he finally stopped. His hands tightened where they sat, massaging into John's skin as he forced himself to stay completely still and let the younger man take the reigns when he felt ready.

He sighed softly, eyes looking up at him through partially smudged lenses. He considered reaching down to use his shirt to clean them, pull it up and let the other director score a glance at his chest, but decided against it, letting the dust on his glasses blur the light around John like a halo.

Sometimes, he wondered what it'd be like to look through the sight of another person, let them see his. He'd love to see what John sees, but then again, he couldn't properly look at himself in a mirror since the accident, why would viewing himself through his eyes be any different? Really, it went down to the root of wanting people to see the beauty in themselves through someone else, maybe that's what Chris wanted for himself. He didn't know anymore. He just wanted them back.*

You're absolutely stunning, you know?

*His voice was quiet, reserved. His brain power was more focused on overthinking and admiring the man on top of him than it was on actually expressing his thoughts.*

[john-macnamara]

Yeah. I do.

[John smiles. He’s always been good at playing up self confidence, especially when it makes him more attractive. Plus a beautiful man is complimenting him, why wouldn’t he smile?

He starts to move up Chris’ cock, only a few inches before sinking back down. He’s going slow for now, but with every rise he gets just a bit higher. It takes everything in John not to speed up when Chris rubs against him just right, but this is supposed to be slow and relaxing, so that’s what it’ll be.]

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

*Chris furrowed his brows at the comment, smirking softly at the ego radiating off of John's smile. It was enticing, he'd always been a fan of confidence, sometimes it was annoying, but it looked quite nice on the man straddling him.

Chris let out a careful groan, trying not to embarrass himself further with actually expressing how good John felt squeezing around him so early on. He rolled his hips up a bit, testing the waters to see if he was alright with him moving. He didn't want to harm him, so he was trying his best to go at the pace the younger man had set, following his lead as much as could. Unfortunately there were reasons he'd never been a soldier, he preferred to do things his own way.*

[john-macnamara]

[John picks up the pace with Chris’ obvious enjoyment, starting to move up and down even faster. Eventually it reaches the point where he’s going all the way from the base to the til, and he lets out a punched groan every time he goes back down.]

Couldn’t let me take care of you for a minute, huh?

[It’s said with a teasing smile]

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

What can I say, I enjoy the control. Besides, pretty boys like you shouldn't have to be working.

*Chris was less teasing than John, it genuinely was a control thing with him, that and the satisfaction of treating a partner with all the respect and attention he could give them.

His hands tightened where they rested on John's skin, no doubt hard enough to leave bruises. He would apologize for the roughness later, but their currents actions were clouding his thoughts. He used that crushing grip to help him along, pulling him down and rolling his hips up to meet each drop down.

Chris wasn't very loud during sex as a general rule, he preferred to listen to the other person, analyze them like an experiment. There was an advantage to it, always remembering the person he'd spent his time with, finding out exactly what make them shudder and scream. It pleased him to see the other person enjoying themself.

Still, John was doing a damn good job, soft groans and the occasionally quiet swear wringing out of Chris' throat. His head was tilted back just the slightest bit with the euphoria wracking his nerves, exposed, vulnerable, but that was the fun of it.*

You are very good at this, still, I think next time I'll have you on your knees.

*His voice was a low growl, like a promise.*

[john-macnamara]

[The comment sends a new rush of heat through John, and the sudden pace change doesn’t help either. Unlike Chris, he’s always been loud, so it’s not long before he’s moaning like a pornstar every time Chris thrusts into him.

He’d like to respond to that promise, he really would, but whatever he says comes out garbled and unintelligible. Half of John’s pleasure just comes from the sight of the man under him, the knowledge that he is doing well. So he keeps going, hoping for more praise along the way.]

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

*Chris' glasses were getting a bit foggy from the heat of the air around them and his own panting breaths, his hair was no doubt a wavy mess, the styling he did on it coming undone with their actions. On a particularly rough drop from John's end, Chris let out the loudest groan he had throughout the entire interaction, a soft, almost silent, whine following it. He blinked lowly up at the man reducing him to complete ruin, glasses low on his nose from the actions of their bodies moving in sync with each other.*

You're gorgeous, fuck- you're doing so good for me, darling.

[john-macnamara]

[John genuinely whimpers, the words lighting up something deep inside of him. He needs this, he needs the man below him to keep saying these sweet nothings. It’s not real, he knows that, but it is for this moment. Right now, he’s doing good and being praised for it, what more could he want?]

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

*Chris could feel how John twitched around him with the praise, was enthralled by the noise he made in response to it. One hand slid from it's bruising position on John's hip, finding purchase in where it squeezed his ass. Well manicured nails bit into his skin as Chris' nerves were set on fire by his rapidly approaching climax, his thoughts were quickly melting away with each minute ticking by, properly distracted from anything other than the fountain of beauty in front of him.*

You're doing wonderfully, just like that..

*His back was just the slightest bit arched, enjoying himself just as much as his counterpart. He swallowed thickly, groans escaping through gritted teeth.*

You're incredible, utterly perfect for me, darling.

[john-macnamara]

[At this point John’s coming fully undone, whining at every bit of praise. Heat builds up in the back of his stomach, and a few tears well in the corner of his eyes as he relentlessly keeps moving. It’s good, it’s so damn good.]

Fuck, ah- I’m close.

[The words are yet again barely audible through the strings of gibberish coming from John. He’s a mess, and it only took a few minutes to get him this way. A more delicate hand and a bit more time, and he could practically belong to Chris. For a short while, anyway.]

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

*Chris' eyes finally slid shut, eyebrows furrowed as he panted into the already warm air around them. Each noise, each reckless movement, everything about this was stripping nerves from his body and setting them on fire, sparking down into his internal organs. He clawed his nails down from where they had been sitting making indents in John's ass, hot red marks following as he applied what was just a bit too much pressure not to be painful to the average person.*

Me too, don't worry darling, let go. You've been such a good boy for me.

*Chris wasn't wholly aware of what exactly he was saying, words slipping from his lips like the only people he had ever loved slipped out of his heart and into the black.*

[john-macnamara]

[The permission is all John needs. He climaxes as he comes down on Chris one last time. He scrambles for something to grab, and ends up with his hands wrapped around the other man’s wrist as he rides the orgasm out. Maybe it’s the fact that he’s been so stressed lately, or maybe that he hasn’t had time for proper release, but this is the best —and longest— he’s had in a while. Before he’s really even aware of it, a word slips out]

Daddy-

[Through the haze, John still manages to slap a hand over his mouth with wide eyes. He did not just say that.]

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

*Chris' face flushed at the word, freckles standing out even more at the general shock that had caused his fluster. The sudden mental reaction to the clearly accidental word drop also caused his physical reaction, orgasm completely wiping out all coherent thought that remained as he finished inside of John.

Once he actually regained some control of his own body, his hand twisted to move and interlock fingers with where one of John's hands was still holding his wrist. The red state of his face died down as he breathed through the euphoria flooding his system, eyes fluttering back open to look up at the younger man and smile softly. His free hand, the one that wasn't keeping that soft, almost romantic point of contact, reached up to carefully pull the hand off his mouth.*

Don't worry, it's not the first time I've gotten it. Can't say I don't enjoy it.

*His voice was quiet, sweet, like him and John had anything besides a sexual attraction that they'd dealt with. He blinked a few times, mind swirling with the want of smoke filling his lungs. It was horrible habit he knew, but, he had always enjoyed a good cigarette after sex. He cleared his throat and leaned over the side of the bed to grab his pack and his lighter. The lighter was old, clearly not something from this century, and the actual pack of cigarettes was a fresh Marlboro. He slipped one free for himself and silently offered another up for John before lighting the one sitting between his lips.*

[john-macnamara]

[John offers a flustered smile in return before violently shaking his head in an attempt to clear it.

He climbs off of Chris, feeling a warm trickle down his legs when he moves. Another familiar feeling. Easy, comforting, normal. And the offered cigarette, why that’s even better?]

A smoke sounds wonderful, actually.

[He takes the cigarette and settles down next to the other man, simply basking in the post-orgasm haze.]

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

*Chris handed him the lighter, but not in a way that suggested he'd take it back. He was sure John would get rid of it at some point, but he liked leaving people with a little more than just the memory. He took a long drag of his own, not bothering to take it back out of his mouth once he breath out, smoke flooding out of his nose like how one would envision a dragon. He swallowed thickly, eyebrows furrowing as memory and thought washed back over him, so much so that he considered putting out the cigarette on his skin. He abstained for the moment, he wasn't sure how John felt about the smell of burnt flesh.

Speaking of which, Chris glanced over at the other director, thoughts swirling as he stared. His interest normally wasn't piqued by people, but he had to admit, the General was a fascinating man. He held out his arm, giving the other man the option come in for a quick cuddle. Chris hated that the only time he knew to be soft was after something like this, but at least he tried.*

So, you come here often?

*He was joking, obviously. Really he just didn't know how to reopen a conversation after that, he was good with tension and questions, after-sex talk not so much.*

[john-macnamara]

Oh. Thank you.

[John lights his cigarette and places the lighter in one of his shirt pockets, accepting the gift. He sits there for a moment, trying to properly orient himself into the cushions. By the time more contact is offered, he happily takes it.

He wraps Chris’ arm around himself, settling in on the other man’s chest. The question makes him snort quite audibly.]

I can’t say I do.

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

Not a fan of Maine?

*Chris chuckled in response to the snort, very happily adjusting to the man laying against him. His hand reached up to brush his hair back carefully, simply appreciating his presence, the momentary enjoyment before they'd both have to get back to their lives.*

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

[John walks into D.I.C.K. HQ, approaching the front desk of the building, chin held high and back straight. So when he speaks with an air of total confidence, it’s really no surprise.]

Hello. My name is General John MacNamara of the United States Military, and I’m here to attend an audience with your director. Would you be so kind as to direct me on where to go?

[A lie, he doesn’t even know the director’s name. But the receptionist doesn’t need to know that, not if he acts every bit the self-sure General he should be.]

@john-macnamara

*A very bored looking 20ish year old man perked up at being spoken to, all of the other receptionists getting all the calls except him for some odd reason. The young man fixed his tie and smiled at John happily.*

Do you have some form of ID on you to confirm that? Also, which director of which sector? Most of them have meetings today and I would have to contact their receptionists to confirm anything.

*Ah yes, the joys of bureaucracy. Still, the young man got to quick work pulling up military employment files of men named John MacNamara, sorting through them quickly and pulling up the one that actually resembled the man. The receptionist didn't have clearance for anything besides John's rank, age, sex, and military ID.*

Ah, you're still the director of P.E.I.P?

[john-macnamara]

The director of this organization. Please, I’m on a time crunch. I really wouldn’t appreciate being made late.

[John takes out his military ID —not the P.E.I.P. one— and prepares to hand it over. He stops when this 20 year old kid mentions his organization, though. Taken aback, he freezes for a moment before responding]

I am, yes.

[He swaps his military ID for the registration card he uses with P.E.I.P., showing it to the kid as quickly as possible.]

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

*The guy gives John a skeptical look from how quickly he put his ID away but didn't say anything further since everything properly lined up in their records. He did some more typing and picked up his phone to contact Christina as quickly as possible even though he knew she was a busy lady.*

And you said you were here for Chris Stapleton...? Mhmm. Okay, hold on one moment, Sir.

*Christina picked up on the other line, flushing and being a bit girlish because she knew David couldn't see her even though they were speaking. It was known throughout all levels of the receptionists that David and Christina had crushes on each other, but they were really bad at realizing it themselves so everyone just kind of pushed them together on purpose.

Needless to say, David's ears also got a bit pink when she spoke.*

C: Hiya David, what can I do for you?

D: Oh! Uhm, nothing big, does Chris have anything on his schedule for meetings today?

C: Not that I can see but I can check if he's good with some walk-ins if you have someone that forgot to call ahead.

D: Oh, well, that'd be great! Thank you so much!

*The line went dead for a few moments as Christina called into his office to chat with him about it, a soft click coming back on as her voice rang though his headset again.*

C: Yup! Make sure to give whoever it is coming to meet with him an elite pass though, they won't be able to reach the top floor without it.

D: Of course, yeah, I know, thanks again, Christina.

C: No worries! Call anytime! U-hm, for work s-stuff I mean..

*The line went dead with a beep, David sat for a moment, face getting even more red as he quickly handed John an elite day pass.*

That should do just fine for today, elevators are over there.

[john-macnamara]

[Chris Stapleton, noted.

John watches the man progressively blush, hiding a chuckle under a cough. Ah, young love. But when the moment’s over, he quickly returns to his previous demeanor.]

Thank you, son. Have a good day.

[John enters the elevator and presses the button for the fortieth floor. By the time he emerges, he’s already considered everything he hates about this building. Mostly that it’s too damn warm. Still, he approaches Christina with a smile and a wave]

Hello, I believe I have a meeting with Mr. Stapleton.

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

*Christina looked up from where she was typing out a a staff party email, smiling softly.*

Ah you're our mystery man are you? Same one that requested the Newman file.

*She hadn't forgotten about the call from the other day about those classified documents, hadn't forgotten who had requested them either. She sighed gently, pressing an intercom button on her desk and rolling her eyes as a smooth voice rang out.*

Chris: Yes? Not another call from Howard, is it?

Christina: No. Your drop-in visitor is here already.

Chris: Ah, of course, send them in. Thank you.

*Christina let go of the small button and pressed a different one, the sliding metal and glass door to the man's office sliding open for John to pass through.*

Have a pleasant meeting

[john-macnamara]

And you’re that lovely receptionist I spoke to. I’m sorry again for my little outburst, it was entirely uncalled for.

[This is the first time John’s been genuine his entire time in this building, his smile dropping into a more neutral expression.

Still, once a few moments have passed, he plasters that smile back onto his face and walks through the door, not even addressing Chris before he starts talking.]

You know, for an organization seemingly set on knowing everything, a forty story tower seems like quite the oversight, don’t you think?

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

*Without missing a beat, Chris grinned as he silently poured a second glass of fine scotch.*

And yet, you didn't know we existed until you had to.

*Of course, he didn't 100% know that John hadn't known of them before he first requested a document, but it made sense considering what he knew of the General.

Chris was a salt and pepper haired man with somewhat faded freckles and lightly tanned skin, he wore a pair of glasses, a black turtleneck, brown slacks, and a grey overcoat.

The office was tidy, clear room to pace and discuss with a Cocobolo desk, a few plants, the odd tasteful painting, and metal framed skylights so Chris didn't have to waste energy on lighting during the day.*

[john-macnamara]

What makes you think that’s what I was judging?

[John looks over the man in front of him, eyes dropping a bit lower than strictly necessary. He’s intimidating, sure, but so is John. He might not be particularly tall or imposing in first glance, but his physique is obvious even through his shirt. The obvious musculature and the stoicism on his face combine to make him into quite the intimidating figure.]

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

*Chris raised an eyebrow as John not so subtly checked him out, chuckling at his response. He wasn't intimidated by this man, sure, he looked like he could probably fold Chris in half and toss him around, but he didn't get to where he was by being frightened by an appearance.

In response to John's very obvious glance over, Chris reacted in kind, staring down at the shorter man and letting his eyes rake over him. He took in ever detail, down to the fiber of his shirt's threads. He stalked over to him and handed him one of the glasses of scotch, nothing added, though the eyebags and obvious military stature made Chris think he wouldn't drink it either way.*

So, Mr. MacNamara, how can I help you? I'm sure you have some reason for getting yourself all the way over to Maine.

*He was aware that PEIP, more specifically the group of PEIP John and his nephew were apart of, were in a completely different state. So, he was assuming this was something of importance, otherwise he'd be fairly disappointed.*

[john-macnamara]

[It’s not terribly comfortable feeling this stranger’s eyes on him, but a shiver makes its way way up John’s spine nonetheless.

He looks distastefully at the glass, pushing it back into Chris’ hand.]

I’m not a whiskey man.

[The expression turns to Chris]

That’s General MacNamara to you, Mr. Stapleton. And I have a few questions for you, ones I expected to be answered.

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

*Chris shrugged and downed the glass he had initially poured for John, setting the glass on a coaster on his desk and taking a much softer sip of his own glass. He was unfazed by John's scowl, gentle, charismatic smile staying put on his lips.*

Well, General, I suppose you can properly address me as Professor if that's how we're playing this. Now, please, do ask, I'll answer to the best of my abilities.

[john-macnamara]

My apologies. You don’t strike me as a particularly learned man.

[He doesn’t sound terribly sorry]

Let’s make it simple. Why do you have a hold on one of my agent’s files?

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

*Chris outwardly laughed, smile stretching ear to ear as he chuckled over John's first statement. He wasn't at all offended or particularly upset, he found it quite funny consider his doctorate papers hung on the wall above his desk and the fact that nearly everyone he met had the complete opposite assessment.

He sipped his scotch again before answering, mulling over how he could answer this without upsetting this very already displeased man.*

I'm assuming you mean Norton Newman, yes? Well, he's under our care and jurisdiction, which means it's very important we keep his file safe and confidential.

[john-macnamara]

[Unfortunately, that sets John off further.]

You’ll have to explain to me how exactly one of my people is under your care. While we’re at it, I’d appreciate if you explained what exactly is wrong with Agent Newman that he managed to forget an entire day’s worth of events? Since he’s under your care, that is.

[He has a few theories towards Norton’s missing memories. Some being natural, others not so much. Either way, John has a good feeling that the man in front of him knows the truth]

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

It would seem that you already know why he's in our care then.

*Chris sighs, smile flickering down into a soft frown for a few moments. He was about to partially lie through his teeth, but it wasn't that he had anything against John, he just couldn't tell him about Norton much without having to explain things that actually were top secret.*

Mr. Newman has serious problems with false memory, short and long term amnesia, and dissociative disorder. His father and mother worked for this organization and when they died, followed by his brother, his mental state essentially shattered. With him left in the organization's care we do our best to help him through rough patches without furthering the damage caused by the trauma of losing his family so young.

*He took a long drag of his whiskey, staring at his own shoes and mentally noting to shine them later.*

It's a very fragile topic, so we don't allow many people to look at his file so we don't disrupt his already strewn about state of mind.

[john-macnamara]

[That seems not entirely implausible, but there are still a few points that nag at John]

You know, medical information is incredibly important, especially considering I’ve sent him out into the field. I’d assume you know this. So why would you let me do that, knowing he occasionally has flashes of memory loss? Especially if you’re his caretaker, more specifically, his father?

[He pauses for dramatic effect]

At least, that’s what your own file said.

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

*The thing was, no file ever stated that Chris had ever been Norton's guardian, especially not any file that John would be allowed to access. Chris doubled over, chuckling even harder than he had at the insult. He wiped a hand over his face, pinching the bridge of his nose.*

What file could that have been, hmm?

*Chris caught his breath after laughing so hard at the man's statement, sighing softly afterwards.*

No but more seriously, I had no clue he was being allowed into the field. As stated before, we don't monitor him at work for your organizations confidentiality and he never mentioned it to anyone. I'm terribly sorry about that, if I had known I would've contacted you and let you know. A grave oversight on my part. We were under the impression that he is only in charge of files, as the title 'Files Manager' suggests.

[john-macnamara]

[John catches his mistake as soon as it slips out of his mouth. Shit. He knows not to let his mouth run when he gets overconfident, but he did it anyway. A small bit of him is ticked off, however, when he mentions confidentiality]

My organization’s confidentiality? That’s rich, considering you have a file on me while I didn’t even know you existed. Seems that there’s a bit of a power imbalance there, don’t you think?

Oh, and I’m still quite stuck on why I cannot be given his file. You are his caretaker, I understand that you want to protect him. But I do assume you understand that I’m to be given his entire medical record and anything to look out for upon his hire, yes? It’s only the law.

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

Your file is only what any other organization would be able to know, simple as that.

*Chris raises an eyebrow at the mention of the law playing into this, because he knew for a fact there were exceptions to that supposed law.*

You wouldn't be entitled to that even if he wasn't under our care, besides it's our duty to keep his medical in check, not yours. You should have no reason to be checking his medical history anyways, but because he's been out in the field I can see why you're concerned.

Without requesting and having Mr. Newman consensually release his medical information to you or your organization there would be no law that gives you the freedom to access it. I'm assuming that most of your agents have given consent, however, I implore you to check your records for any physical confirmation of Mr. Newman allowing it.

If you'd like, I can have a copy of his medical history given to you just in case it's an emergency.

*Chris was once again not even the slightest bit frightened by John's ability to try and poke holes in things.*

[john-macnamara]

[John tilts his head, smiling a bit.]

That first part, that’s a lie. You know it.

[He ignores the second part, for now.]

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

I'm afraid it's not. Well, from what I know. Maybe other organizations simply don't know of you, like how you didn't know about us.

*Chris wasn't one to go back on a lie without proof, it could lead to some messy situations, not to mention the obvious bluff. He finished off his glass of whiskey, setting the glass down and going to sit at a leather arm chair to give himself a bit more space to relax now that the alcohol was settling into his system. He splayed out a bit, crossing his legs like an invitation and a refusal in one. He wanted to see just how far he could get this man to oblivion and frustration.*

[john-macnamara]

They do, because I introduced myself. Before that, I didn’t have any files on them, just like they didn’t have anything on me. You see how that works? Equal exchange.

[He explains the last part like he’s talking to a toddler.

Yet again, John’s eyes drop lower than they should. The slacks fit Chris well, too well. Just barely enough room for imagination, though that doesn’t help either.]

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

*Chris chuckled, tipping his head back to lean against the chair. He knew it was a compromising position to be in, throat easy to throttle or slit, Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed. He wanted John to know just how unthreatened he was by his presence, so much so that he would give him room to drain the soul from his body.*

Would you like an equal exchange then? Is that what this was meant to be about? Information about us to make you feel less left out?

*Chris enjoyed pushing buttons, which is why his were so hard to even brush, why poke the bear if you were susceptible to getting mauled? He uncrossed his legs, opening the stance even more, like he wanted John to be able to jump at him and tear him apart.*

[john-macnamara]

[You are not attracted to this man. You are not attracted to this man. You are not attracted to this man. Chris opens his legs. Okay you’re definitely attracted to this man.

Still, it’s not unlike John to work through his attraction, so he pushes on.]

Left out is a string term. Annoyed is better. I’d like to take you up on that offer regarding Newman’s medical information. You never know what could happen. And one other thing, if you don’t mind.

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

*Chris sighed softly, head tilting back down to look John in the eyes, smirk present. He raised both eyebrows like it was a challenge, hand coming up to readjust his glasses calmly.*

Of course, I'll have Christina handle the medical record for you, what 'other thing' did you have in mind?

*Chris pressed his tongue over his teeth, not for any particular reason, he just enjoyed watching how John seemed a bit tense. He was sure it was a mix between the actual conversation and everything else Chris was doing, either way, he was savoring it.

[john-macnamara]

[John begins to pace, sufficiently distracting himself from his burgeoning attraction to Chris by monologuing.]

In the early 1980s, an organization called D.A.N.G.E.R. fell apart. Don’t try to deny this, we both know it’s true. P.E.I.P. has very few records of them, but they all stop then, which is the same time frame wherein we were given plenty of their own files. Meaning, of course, that they collapsed. The thing is, though, your agent Newman and I discussed this, and we realized that the rest of D.A.N.G.E.R likely survived in some capacity or another.

I’m not asking for everything you have on them, far from it, but I need to know what you have on one specific thing. They gave us information on portals, ones that can travel both through dimensions and between them. But I suspect we’re not the only ones who got that information. Can you confirm, Director Stapleton, that you’re just as aware of the worlds beyond our own as we are?

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

*The mention of the portals made Chris tense this time, not the mention of D.A.N.G.E.R, no. The mention of portals specifically. He didn't let it show much, stance staying mostly relaxed and calm, but his hands clenched into fists for a short moment. He sighed, blinking softly and humming.*

Yes, D.I.C.K is aware of the portals and theories surrounding it. Am I to assume that P.E.I.P is the organization in charge of them? Never mind that, you're not the one meant to be answering questions. My apologies.

*It wasn't D.I.C.K's job to maintain or start up the portals, sure, they were also given access to the technology and information about them, but that wasn't why their organization existed.*

[john-macnamara]

[Hm, interesting. John notices the tenseness, mostly from recognizing his own reactions. The same near flinch he always reacts to Wilbur’s name with.]

You’re correct in that assumption, yes. I’d simply like to know if there’s anything you could hand over regarding them. In exchange, you get our own research. Tit for tat, an equal exchange.

[This is a risky endeavor and he knows it, but John’s almost entirely sure that D.I.C.K. knows whatever P.E.I.P. does. Or almost everything, he’s not dumb enough to let every bit of information slip.]

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

*Chris shrugged softly.*

What mine is yours, anything we have on portals is free for you to take, all you have to do is ask.

*Well, mostly everything. Chris couldn't give him the people lost to the portal or the dates theirs was activated for his own mental stability but he was genuine about everything else. He had no reason to withhold documents on the portals that John should already have, and he had no reason to really require what John had until he got everything working like he wanted it to.*

[john-macnamara]

Well, I’m asking then.

[John just wants them to get this over with. Then he can either go or at least get a proper distraction]

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

Well I didn't mean ask me specifically. That's not my job. I can hand you off to our man in charge of it later. Is there anything else you needed?

*Chris stared at him, eyes half lidded, partially from alcohol, partially from the annoyance of being reminded of the portal, and partially from general animalistic attraction. He leaned back into the chair a bit further, sighing softly, if he didn't need to be doing anyone or anything he would likely just take a nap on the sofa or even where he was in his chair. Sleeping was better than actuallly thinking in his experience.*

[john-macnamara]

Please do so.

[John gives Chris a once over yet again. He’s not going to outright say anything, but he doesn’t particularly want to end this conversation either]

That depends. Is there anything else you think I need?

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

I think you need a great many things, General, all of which I am willing to provide. That is, if you were hoping for some proper fun?

*His voice was a bit mocking with his title, he didn't actually care much for this man wandering into his office and demanding answers of him. He was also being a bit more forward than he should've been during work hours while in the actual building, but it wasn't like he had any known power over this man, so really it wasn't breaking any self made rules of the workspace.*

[john-macnamara]

[John doesn’t appreciate the obvious disrespect, but does unfortunately find his body feeling quite fond towards it. I mean, it’s not like he can do anything if we’re both occupied, right?]

I think fun is exactly what I’m looking for. The flight over here was awful stressful, you see.

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

*Chris didn't move, watching John from where he was sitting still, perfectly content with the air of the room like this.*

Well, I'm terribly sorry about that, maybe next time I'll come to you. Would you prefer a bed, or are you so tense that you'd like to take your relief against my desk?

[john-macnamara]

[John, on the other hand, is getting fairly twitchy. Heat floods his veins and with it comes the need to move]

That depends, how quick can we get to the bed?

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

*Chris smiled at him softly, gaze still just the slightest bit mocking. He stood from his chair with a gentle sigh, ever so graceful as he drifted back over to his desk and flicking a switch under the drawer. With a click and some whirring a panel in the floor opened, another identical bit of flooring popping out of the hole with a plush, silky, navy blue king sized bed sitting on top of it. It clicked a few more times before Chris sauntered over and sat on it, giving John a look.*

Well, I'm not sure, how fast can your legs move?

*Chris had designed the system that moved the bed in and out the most efficiently, he was fairly proud of himself for it. He felt the need to clarify that he took naps in his office but it didn't seem entirely appropriate, but he also didn't want this man to think that he ever planned on anything with his coworkers. It would be a gross misuse of power to ever be in a relationship with anyone in his organization considering he was the director and that wasn't something he would ever do, it simply wasn't moral.*

[john-macnamara]

[John returns a smile with a glare, though the only heat behind it is decidedly less antagonistic. He looks at the bed, furrowing his brow just a bit with something unrecognizable.]

You couldn’t have just had a simple pull out?

[Still, he saunters over, letting his hair down as he walks. Just before reaching Chris, however, John stops, waiting.]

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

I never pull out. Besides, it gave me a project to work on while I was figuring out the technology of it.

*Chris would be lying if he said he didn't enjoy the way John approached him, it was entertaining. Moderately enticing, attractive, and exceedingly fun to watch. Though when he stopped, Chris raised an eyebrow. He stood, stalking over, it was only a few steps for him, but then again, he was considerably taller than John. He stared down at him, hands landing on his shoulders before smoothing down to his hips.*

Is this alright? Or were you standing there waiting for something else?

[john-macnamara]

[The pun catches John off guard, getting a genuine laugh from him.]

I like you.

[With a smile, he takes Chris’ hand and brings it up to his lips, eyes roving over the man in front of him while he does so. Hyper aware of every movement he makes, John kisses the ring on Chris’ finger the way one might treat royalty. And who says chivalry is dead?]

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

*Chris was just the slightest bit taken aback, ears dusting red at John's action. That was his sister's ring, the one that matched on his other hand, one for each of them. Internally he scolded himself for reacting that way, it was embarrassing, really. It was just as shameful as the way his heart skipped at the sound of John's laugh, disgusting. He had moved past anything like that a long time ago, this was nothing, it was sex, mutual chemical attraction.

He smiled back softly, gaze softening just a bit, maybe subconsciously, maybe since he simply felt bad mocking this man. Either way, it was nice.*

I could say the same to you, you're quite the gentleman.

*Chris' free hand drifted a bit lower, hooking onto John's belt loop and pulling him a bit closer, a bit closer to him, a bit closer to the bed. He stared down at him, brown and green tracing over ever detail of John's face, committing it to memory.*

Shall we?

[john-macnamara]

I try.

[Praise is always nice, especially on the rare occasion it’s not sexual. So like any gentleman, he offers a charming grin, admiring the color of the other man’s eyes. It’s strange, he’s pretty sure they’re the same color, but one seems a bit more yellow than the other. It’s probably nothing.

No matter the orientation of them, they’re awful pretty. The right one makes him think of a crooked grin and heated wrestling. The left… let’s not think about that right now.]

Yes we shall.

[John places a chaste kiss on Chris’ neck, waiting for encouragement before continuing further.]

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

*Chris took his hand back from John's grip to gently comb it through his hair, not to his surprise, it was very soft just as it had looked. He used the careful grip on both parts of John to spin them around, nice and slow, crowding him back onto the bed and laying him down delicately on the plush surface.

Following John's lead in a way, he ducked down, pressing a few kisses to his pulse and nudging his legs open. His hands landed back on his hips, fingers working their way under the fabric of his shirt to trail up his sides and map out rough skin.*

You are quite the sight to behold, very handsome.

*So maybe Chris was a bit more old fashioned with how he praised and complimented in the bedroom, but in all fairness he was a whole 20 years older than the man under him.*

[john-macnamara]

[This time John doesn’t just laugh, but giggles, eyes crinkling at the corners. He shivers as callused hands trace over his skin, a multitude of scars tangible all along his torso.]

I’d have to say the same. You’re absolutely gorgeous for a ninety year old.

[An obvious joke, as evidenced by the sharp grin on John’s face]

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

*Chris chuckled, a genuine laugh, not the mocking one it normally was. The smile on his face was soft, dimples matching his freckles and making him almost look youthful again.*

Well excuse you, young man, I am 64. I'm not ancient yet.

*His hands tightened around John's sides, pulling him further onto the bed. Deft fingers snuck down and popped the button of the younger man's pants, gently teasing along the waistband of his boxers.

He pressed a kiss to the smile lines of John's face, hot breath ghosting over his skin.*

Is this still okay?

*He was being genuine, he had no want to do this with an unwilling party.*

[john-macnamara]

And I am not young! I’m 44, I just don’t look it.

[John isn’t normally one to be easy in bed, but he’s unsure how Chris’ll react if he gets too bratty. So he’ll stay relatively vanilla, for now, at least.]

Very.

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

And I'm still old enough to be your dad.

*He slipped John's pants off with ease, keeping the shirt on for now since he had felt a good bit of scarring and wasn't sure if he wanted that on display. His hands ran up and down John's legs, landing on his inner thighs and gently spreading them apart. He started with a kiss just above his knee, then a few inches higher, then Chris pressed his tongue against the muscle, licking a stripe up his skin and nipping at it between kisses.*

[john-macnamara]

[That makes John chuckle a bit, something sparkling in his eyes.

He offers little resistance when Chris opens his legs. Rather, he keens when lips touch his skin, always sensitive down there. The noises increase in frequency the further up he goes, scattered praise intermingled with whines and moans.]

God, that’s so good.

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

*Chris hummed softly against his thighs, keeping a hand there to stroke up and down his skin. He moved a bit higher, kissing the small bit of happy trail visible before working on pulling down his boxers with his teeth. He got them pulled down to mid thigh with ease, skilled in his quick work of John's clothing. He left go of the muscle he was holding onto to pull them all the way off, tongue sliding against the free expanse of rough tissue, stopping to suck marks into the dips of bone and skin.*

You sound beautiful, I've barely done anything to you, darling.

*His voice was a low whisper, vibrating against John's hide, only for him to hear, only for him to enjoy. Just him.*

[john-macnamara]

[Looking down, John smiles. This grandpa should not be so sexy, and yet he is. He feels a bit bad, not doing any work right now, but hey, he’s a damn good rider.]

I can’t help that I’m hngh~ loud.

[The last word is practically a pant]

And you’re just ah so warm.

[He loves his nights with Wiley, he really does. They’re fun, they’re good release, they’re the only time he can see the man he loves without violence, but that man is ice cold. John’s not even sure he can produce his own body heat at this point, leading to an interesting, albeit strange sensation when his lover uses his tongue. A return to the norm is nice, the wet heat in between his thighs is wonderful.]

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

*Chris raised an eyebrow at the comment, stuttering in where he was sucking a hickey into John's hip. He knew he ran a bit warm from living in a colder state, but not to the point that anyone had ever said anything about it, so needless to say it raised a few different questions in his mind. He didn't ask them, but they were there.

He pulled back for a moment to coat his own fingers in spit, it wasn't the best lubricant but it'd have to do. As soon as they were slick enough to even consider prepping John his lips were back against his skin, pointer finger teasing around his rim carefully before pushing in.*

[john-macnamara]

[Already fairly desperate, John has to bite back a whine when Chris pulls away. He watches carefully, eyes widening when he realizes what the other man is doing. So soon, huh?

He gasps at the feeling of that same warmth against his hole. He clenches around the new intrusion in it, already moaning from just that little stimulation.]

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

*Chris watched every movement, every hitch of his breath, eyes half lidded as he listened to the noise John was making. He curled his finger carefully, trying his best not to hurt the man beneath him as he opened him up. Before he put the second digit in he kissed up a bit higher, tongue curling just a bit as he licked a stripe up John's dick, sucking the tip into his mouth without hesitation.*

[john-macnamara]

Fuck that’s good.

[The statement is barely audible under the much loader moans coming out of John’s mouth. He hasn’t been treated this gently in ages. It feels nice, not to be fucked into oblivion. Not to say that isn’t enjoyable, but still. This is more relaxing than he anticipated, and he’s enjoying every second of it.]

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

*Chris hummed softly in response to the sound of the younger man's voice, sinking further down on his cock with ease. He hollowed his cheeks, sucking softly. He didn't want this to end soon, but also the noises John was making were heavenly to listen to.

Chris' eyes fluttered shut as he stayed there, tongue flicking over the tip and swiping off any precum. His fingers spread insides of John, scissoring him open and making sure he was relaxed before the third one joined. He curled them upwards, looking to brush against the bundle of nerves awaiting him.*

[john-macnamara]

[John shifts his hips a bit, trying to get more friction against the fingers inside of him. He’d happily take more, but the sensation on his dick is pushing him quickly towards the edge.]

Would you mind if I rode you?

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

*Chris pulled off with a soft pop so he could speak, fingers slowly thrusting in and out of John to give him the friction he was squirming around for.*

Oh, yes, I'd be utterly distraught.

*Chris was joking of course, smiling up at John before letting out a soft chuckle. Still, despite his jest, he shifted around a bit, fingers pulling out and leaving him empty as he slid over onto the bed next to the General.

His belt clicked as he twisted the mechanism that kept it secure, possibly the nerdiest way a belt could be situated. The leather slipped out of his slacks beltloops with ease, dropping to the floor beside the bed with a soft 'clink'. Chris glanced over at John, raising a mocking eyebrow and giving him a playful sneer.*

Well? Get on with it, I don't have all day to play with you.

[john-macnamara]

[John always hates how empty he feels when something leave him. Hates how it reminds him of every other aspect of his life.

Still, he puts on a smile and moves to straddle Chris’ hips, and brings both his pants and undergarments down in one swift movement. Rather than immediately getting on, he swipes a tongue over his hand and begins stroking his wet hand up and down the man’s cock, just enough to get him moderately slick.]

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

*Chris let out a soft, sighing groan, abdomen flexing and twitching as he leaned back on his elbows. His hands came up to rest gently on John's hips, stroking over skin kindly in comparison to how he normally was with his lovers. He preferred the slower pace they were taking up, but it left his mind open to wander, which wasn't anything he ever enjoyed during his recreational time.*

[john-macnamara]

You are… so gorgeous.

[Taking it slow, John positions himself over Chris before slowly sinking down. He takes an inch at a time, stopping to adjust when he needs to. When he reaches the base, he sits there for a moment and just admires the man below him. He wonders how that silver hair would look in moonlight.]

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

*Chris was a bit annoyed at his own body once again betraying him, ears flushing pink at the compliment. He twitched inside of John, letting out a soft groan and wince as he finally stopped. His hands tightened where they sat, massaging into John's skin as he forced himself to stay completely still and let the younger man take the reigns when he felt ready.

He sighed softly, eyes looking up at him through partially smudged lenses. He considered reaching down to use his shirt to clean them, pull it up and let the other director score a glance at his chest, but decided against it, letting the dust on his glasses blur the light around John like a halo.

Sometimes, he wondered what it'd be like to look through the sight of another person, let them see his. He'd love to see what John sees, but then again, he couldn't properly look at himself in a mirror since the accident, why would viewing himself through his eyes be any different? Really, it went down to the root of wanting people to see the beauty in themselves through someone else, maybe that's what Chris wanted for himself. He didn't know anymore. He just wanted them back.*

You're absolutely stunning, you know?

*His voice was quiet, reserved. His brain power was more focused on overthinking and admiring the man on top of him than it was on actually expressing his thoughts.*

[john-macnamara]

Yeah. I do.

[John smiles. He’s always been good at playing up self confidence, especially when it makes him more attractive. Plus a beautiful man is complimenting him, why wouldn’t he smile?

He starts to move up Chris’ cock, only a few inches before sinking back down. He’s going slow for now, but with every rise he gets just a bit higher. It takes everything in John not to speed up when Chris rubs against him just right, but this is supposed to be slow and relaxing, so that’s what it’ll be.]

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

*Chris furrowed his brows at the comment, smirking softly at the ego radiating off of John's smile. It was enticing, he'd always been a fan of confidence, sometimes it was annoying, but it looked quite nice on the man straddling him.

Chris let out a careful groan, trying not to embarrass himself further with actually expressing how good John felt squeezing around him so early on. He rolled his hips up a bit, testing the waters to see if he was alright with him moving. He didn't want to harm him, so he was trying his best to go at the pace the younger man had set, following his lead as much as could. Unfortunately there were reasons he'd never been a soldier, he preferred to do things his own way.*

[john-macnamara]

[John picks up the pace with Chris’ obvious enjoyment, starting to move up and down even faster. Eventually it reaches the point where he’s going all the way from the base to the til, and he lets out a punched groan every time he goes back down.]

Couldn’t let me take care of you for a minute, huh?

[It’s said with a teasing smile]

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

What can I say, I enjoy the control. Besides, pretty boys like you shouldn't have to be working.

*Chris was less teasing than John, it genuinely was a control thing with him, that and the satisfaction of treating a partner with all the respect and attention he could give them.

His hands tightened where they rested on John's skin, no doubt hard enough to leave bruises. He would apologize for the roughness later, but their currents actions were clouding his thoughts. He used that crushing grip to help him along, pulling him down and rolling his hips up to meet each drop down.

Chris wasn't very loud during sex as a general rule, he preferred to listen to the other person, analyze them like an experiment. There was an advantage to it, always remembering the person he'd spent his time with, finding out exactly what make them shudder and scream. It pleased him to see the other person enjoying themself.

Still, John was doing a damn good job, soft groans and the occasionally quiet swear wringing out of Chris' throat. His head was tilted back just the slightest bit with the euphoria wracking his nerves, exposed, vulnerable, but that was the fun of it.*

You are very good at this, still, I think next time I'll have you on your knees.

*His voice was a low growl, like a promise.*

[john-macnamara]

[The comment sends a new rush of heat through John, and the sudden pace change doesn’t help either. Unlike Chris, he’s always been loud, so it’s not long before he’s moaning like a pornstar every time Chris thrusts into him.

He’d like to respond to that promise, he really would, but whatever he says comes out garbled and unintelligible. Half of John’s pleasure just comes from the sight of the man under him, the knowledge that he is doing well. So he keeps going, hoping for more praise along the way.]

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

*Chris' glasses were getting a bit foggy from the heat of the air around them and his own panting breaths, his hair was no doubt a wavy mess, the styling he did on it coming undone with their actions. On a particularly rough drop from John's end, Chris let out the loudest groan he had throughout the entire interaction, a soft, almost silent, whine following it. He blinked lowly up at the man reducing him to complete ruin, glasses low on his nose from the actions of their bodies moving in sync with each other.*

You're gorgeous, fuck- you're doing so good for me, darling.

[john-macnamara]

[John genuinely whimpers, the words lighting up something deep inside of him. He needs this, he needs the man below him to keep saying these sweet nothings. It’s not real, he knows that, but it is for this moment. Right now, he’s doing good and being praised for it, what more could he want?]

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

*Chris could feel how John twitched around him with the praise, was enthralled by the noise he made in response to it. One hand slid from it's bruising position on John's hip, finding purchase in where it squeezed his ass. Well manicured nails bit into his skin as Chris' nerves were set on fire by his rapidly approaching climax, his thoughts were quickly melting away with each minute ticking by, properly distracted from anything other than the fountain of beauty in front of him.*

You're doing wonderfully, just like that..

*His back was just the slightest bit arched, enjoying himself just as much as his counterpart. He swallowed thickly, groans escaping through gritted teeth.*

You're incredible, utterly perfect for me, darling.

[john-macnamara]

[At this point John’s coming fully undone, whining at every bit of praise. Heat builds up in the back of his stomach, and a few tears well in the corner of his eyes as he relentlessly keeps moving. It’s good, it’s so damn good.]

Fuck, ah- I’m close.

[The words are yet again barely audible through the strings of gibberish coming from John. He’s a mess, and it only took a few minutes to get him this way. A more delicate hand and a bit more time, and he could practically belong to Chris. For a short while, anyway.]

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

*Chris' eyes finally slid shut, eyebrows furrowed as he panted into the already warm air around them. Each noise, each reckless movement, everything about this was stripping nerves from his body and setting them on fire, sparking down into his internal organs. He clawed his nails down from where they had been sitting making indents in John's ass, hot red marks following as he applied what was just a bit too much pressure not to be painful to the average person.*

Me too, don't worry darling, let go. You've been such a good boy for me.

*Chris wasn't wholly aware of what exactly he was saying, words slipping from his lips like the only people he had ever loved slipped out of his heart and into the black.*

[john-macnamara]

[The permission is all John needs. He climaxes as he comes down on Chris one last time. He scrambles for something to grab, and ends up with his hands wrapped around the other man’s wrist as he rides the orgasm out. Maybe it’s the fact that he’s been so stressed lately, or maybe that he hasn’t had time for proper release, but this is the best —and longest— he’s had in a while. Before he’s really even aware of it, a word slips out]

Daddy-

[Through the haze, John still manages to slap a hand over his mouth with wide eyes. He did not just say that.]

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

*Chris' face flushed at the word, freckles standing out even more at the general shock that had caused his fluster. The sudden mental reaction to the clearly accidental word drop also caused his physical reaction, orgasm completely wiping out all coherent thought that remained as he finished inside of John.

Once he actually regained some control of his own body, his hand twisted to move and interlock fingers with where one of John's hands was still holding his wrist. The red state of his face died down as he breathed through the euphoria flooding his system, eyes fluttering back open to look up at the younger man and smile softly. His free hand, the one that wasn't keeping that soft, almost romantic point of contact, reached up to carefully pull the hand off his mouth.*

Don't worry, it's not the first time I've gotten it. Can't say I don't enjoy it.

*His voice was quiet, sweet, like him and John had anything besides a sexual attraction that they'd dealt with. He blinked a few times, mind swirling with the want of smoke filling his lungs. It was horrible habit he knew, but, he had always enjoyed a good cigarette after sex. He cleared his throat and leaned over the side of the bed to grab his pack and his lighter. The lighter was old, clearly not something from this century, and the actual pack of cigarettes was a fresh Marlboro. He slipped one free for himself and silently offered another up for John before lighting the one sitting between his lips.*

[john-macnamara]

[John offers a flustered smile in return before violently shaking his head in an attempt to clear it.

He climbs off of Chris, feeling a warm trickle down his legs when he moves. Another familiar feeling. Easy, comforting, normal. And the offered cigarette, why that’s even better?]

A smoke sounds wonderful, actually.

[He takes the cigarette and settles down next to the other man, simply basking in the post-orgasm haze.]

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

*Chris handed him the lighter, but not in a way that suggested he'd take it back. He was sure John would get rid of it at some point, but he liked leaving people with a little more than just the memory. He took a long drag of his own, not bothering to take it back out of his mouth once he breath out, smoke flooding out of his nose like how one would envision a dragon. He swallowed thickly, eyebrows furrowing as memory and thought washed back over him, so much so that he considered putting out the cigarette on his skin. He abstained for the moment, he wasn't sure how John felt about the smell of burnt flesh.

Speaking of which, Chris glanced over at the other director, thoughts swirling as he stared. His interest normally wasn't piqued by people, but he had to admit, the General was a fascinating man. He held out his arm, giving the other man the option come in for a quick cuddle. Chris hated that the only time he knew to be soft was after something like this, but at least he tried.*

So, you come here often?

*He was joking, obviously. Really he just didn't know how to reopen a conversation after that, he was good with tension and questions, after-sex talk not so much.*

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

[John walks into D.I.C.K. HQ, approaching the front desk of the building, chin held high and back straight. So when he speaks with an air of total confidence, it’s really no surprise.]

Hello. My name is General John MacNamara of the United States Military, and I’m here to attend an audience with your director. Would you be so kind as to direct me on where to go?

[A lie, he doesn’t even know the director’s name. But the receptionist doesn’t need to know that, not if he acts every bit the self-sure General he should be.]

@john-macnamara

*A very bored looking 20ish year old man perked up at being spoken to, all of the other receptionists getting all the calls except him for some odd reason. The young man fixed his tie and smiled at John happily.*

Do you have some form of ID on you to confirm that? Also, which director of which sector? Most of them have meetings today and I would have to contact their receptionists to confirm anything.

*Ah yes, the joys of bureaucracy. Still, the young man got to quick work pulling up military employment files of men named John MacNamara, sorting through them quickly and pulling up the one that actually resembled the man. The receptionist didn't have clearance for anything besides John's rank, age, sex, and military ID.*

Ah, you're still the director of P.E.I.P?

[john-macnamara]

The director of this organization. Please, I’m on a time crunch. I really wouldn’t appreciate being made late.

[John takes out his military ID —not the P.E.I.P. one— and prepares to hand it over. He stops when this 20 year old kid mentions his organization, though. Taken aback, he freezes for a moment before responding]

I am, yes.

[He swaps his military ID for the registration card he uses with P.E.I.P., showing it to the kid as quickly as possible.]

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

*The guy gives John a skeptical look from how quickly he put his ID away but didn't say anything further since everything properly lined up in their records. He did some more typing and picked up his phone to contact Christina as quickly as possible even though he knew she was a busy lady.*

And you said you were here for Chris Stapleton...? Mhmm. Okay, hold on one moment, Sir.

*Christina picked up on the other line, flushing and being a bit girlish because she knew David couldn't see her even though they were speaking. It was known throughout all levels of the receptionists that David and Christina had crushes on each other, but they were really bad at realizing it themselves so everyone just kind of pushed them together on purpose.

Needless to say, David's ears also got a bit pink when she spoke.*

C: Hiya David, what can I do for you?

D: Oh! Uhm, nothing big, does Chris have anything on his schedule for meetings today?

C: Not that I can see but I can check if he's good with some walk-ins if you have someone that forgot to call ahead.

D: Oh, well, that'd be great! Thank you so much!

*The line went dead for a few moments as Christina called into his office to chat with him about it, a soft click coming back on as her voice rang though his headset again.*

C: Yup! Make sure to give whoever it is coming to meet with him an elite pass though, they won't be able to reach the top floor without it.

D: Of course, yeah, I know, thanks again, Christina.

C: No worries! Call anytime! U-hm, for work s-stuff I mean..

*The line went dead with a beep, David sat for a moment, face getting even more red as he quickly handed John an elite day pass.*

That should do just fine for today, elevators are over there.

[john-macnamara]

[Chris Stapleton, noted.

John watches the man progressively blush, hiding a chuckle under a cough. Ah, young love. But when the moment’s over, he quickly returns to his previous demeanor.]

Thank you, son. Have a good day.

[John enters the elevator and presses the button for the fortieth floor. By the time he emerges, he’s already considered everything he hates about this building. Mostly that it’s too damn warm. Still, he approaches Christina with a smile and a wave]

Hello, I believe I have a meeting with Mr. Stapleton.

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

*Christina looked up from where she was typing out a a staff party email, smiling softly.*

Ah you're our mystery man are you? Same one that requested the Newman file.

*She hadn't forgotten about the call from the other day about those classified documents, hadn't forgotten who had requested them either. She sighed gently, pressing an intercom button on her desk and rolling her eyes as a smooth voice rang out.*

Chris: Yes? Not another call from Howard, is it?

Christina: No. Your drop-in visitor is here already.

Chris: Ah, of course, send them in. Thank you.

*Christina let go of the small button and pressed a different one, the sliding metal and glass door to the man's office sliding open for John to pass through.*

Have a pleasant meeting

[john-macnamara]

And you’re that lovely receptionist I spoke to. I’m sorry again for my little outburst, it was entirely uncalled for.

[This is the first time John’s been genuine his entire time in this building, his smile dropping into a more neutral expression.

Still, once a few moments have passed, he plasters that smile back onto his face and walks through the door, not even addressing Chris before he starts talking.]

You know, for an organization seemingly set on knowing everything, a forty story tower seems like quite the oversight, don’t you think?

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

*Without missing a beat, Chris grinned as he silently poured a second glass of fine scotch.*

And yet, you didn't know we existed until you had to.

*Of course, he didn't 100% know that John hadn't known of them before he first requested a document, but it made sense considering what he knew of the General.

Chris was a salt and pepper haired man with somewhat faded freckles and lightly tanned skin, he wore a pair of glasses, a black turtleneck, brown slacks, and a grey overcoat.

The office was tidy, clear room to pace and discuss with a Cocobolo desk, a few plants, the odd tasteful painting, and metal framed skylights so Chris didn't have to waste energy on lighting during the day.*

[john-macnamara]

What makes you think that’s what I was judging?

[John looks over the man in front of him, eyes dropping a bit lower than strictly necessary. He’s intimidating, sure, but so is John. He might not be particularly tall or imposing in first glance, but his physique is obvious even through his shirt. The obvious musculature and the stoicism on his face combine to make him into quite the intimidating figure.]

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

*Chris raised an eyebrow as John not so subtly checked him out, chuckling at his response. He wasn't intimidated by this man, sure, he looked like he could probably fold Chris in half and toss him around, but he didn't get to where he was by being frightened by an appearance.

In response to John's very obvious glance over, Chris reacted in kind, staring down at the shorter man and letting his eyes rake over him. He took in ever detail, down to the fiber of his shirt's threads. He stalked over to him and handed him one of the glasses of scotch, nothing added, though the eyebags and obvious military stature made Chris think he wouldn't drink it either way.*

So, Mr. MacNamara, how can I help you? I'm sure you have some reason for getting yourself all the way over to Maine.

*He was aware that PEIP, more specifically the group of PEIP John and his nephew were apart of, were in a completely different state. So, he was assuming this was something of importance, otherwise he'd be fairly disappointed.*

[john-macnamara]

[It’s not terribly comfortable feeling this stranger’s eyes on him, but a shiver makes its way way up John’s spine nonetheless.

He looks distastefully at the glass, pushing it back into Chris’ hand.]

I’m not a whiskey man.

[The expression turns to Chris]

That’s General MacNamara to you, Mr. Stapleton. And I have a few questions for you, ones I expected to be answered.

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

*Chris shrugged and downed the glass he had initially poured for John, setting the glass on a coaster on his desk and taking a much softer sip of his own glass. He was unfazed by John's scowl, gentle, charismatic smile staying put on his lips.*

Well, General, I suppose you can properly address me as Professor if that's how we're playing this. Now, please, do ask, I'll answer to the best of my abilities.

[john-macnamara]

My apologies. You don’t strike me as a particularly learned man.

[He doesn’t sound terribly sorry]

Let’s make it simple. Why do you have a hold on one of my agent’s files?

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

*Chris outwardly laughed, smile stretching ear to ear as he chuckled over John's first statement. He wasn't at all offended or particularly upset, he found it quite funny consider his doctorate papers hung on the wall above his desk and the fact that nearly everyone he met had the complete opposite assessment.

He sipped his scotch again before answering, mulling over how he could answer this without upsetting this very already displeased man.*

I'm assuming you mean Norton Newman, yes? Well, he's under our care and jurisdiction, which means it's very important we keep his file safe and confidential.

[john-macnamara]

[Unfortunately, that sets John off further.]

You’ll have to explain to me how exactly one of my people is under your care. While we’re at it, I’d appreciate if you explained what exactly is wrong with Agent Newman that he managed to forget an entire day’s worth of events? Since he’s under your care, that is.

[He has a few theories towards Norton’s missing memories. Some being natural, others not so much. Either way, John has a good feeling that the man in front of him knows the truth]

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

It would seem that you already know why he's in our care then.

*Chris sighs, smile flickering down into a soft frown for a few moments. He was about to partially lie through his teeth, but it wasn't that he had anything against John, he just couldn't tell him about Norton much without having to explain things that actually were top secret.*

Mr. Newman has serious problems with false memory, short and long term amnesia, and dissociative disorder. His father and mother worked for this organization and when they died, followed by his brother, his mental state essentially shattered. With him left in the organization's care we do our best to help him through rough patches without furthering the damage caused by the trauma of losing his family so young.

*He took a long drag of his whiskey, staring at his own shoes and mentally noting to shine them later.*

It's a very fragile topic, so we don't allow many people to look at his file so we don't disrupt his already strewn about state of mind.

[john-macnamara]

[That seems not entirely implausible, but there are still a few points that nag at John]

You know, medical information is incredibly important, especially considering I’ve sent him out into the field. I’d assume you know this. So why would you let me do that, knowing he occasionally has flashes of memory loss? Especially if you’re his caretaker, more specifically, his father?

[He pauses for dramatic effect]

At least, that’s what your own file said.

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

*The thing was, no file ever stated that Chris had ever been Norton's guardian, especially not any file that John would be allowed to access. Chris doubled over, chuckling even harder than he had at the insult. He wiped a hand over his face, pinching the bridge of his nose.*

What file could that have been, hmm?

*Chris caught his breath after laughing so hard at the man's statement, sighing softly afterwards.*

No but more seriously, I had no clue he was being allowed into the field. As stated before, we don't monitor him at work for your organizations confidentiality and he never mentioned it to anyone. I'm terribly sorry about that, if I had known I would've contacted you and let you know. A grave oversight on my part. We were under the impression that he is only in charge of files, as the title 'Files Manager' suggests.

[john-macnamara]

[John catches his mistake as soon as it slips out of his mouth. Shit. He knows not to let his mouth run when he gets overconfident, but he did it anyway. A small bit of him is ticked off, however, when he mentions confidentiality]

My organization’s confidentiality? That’s rich, considering you have a file on me while I didn’t even know you existed. Seems that there’s a bit of a power imbalance there, don’t you think?

Oh, and I’m still quite stuck on why I cannot be given his file. You are his caretaker, I understand that you want to protect him. But I do assume you understand that I’m to be given his entire medical record and anything to look out for upon his hire, yes? It’s only the law.

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

Your file is only what any other organization would be able to know, simple as that.

*Chris raises an eyebrow at the mention of the law playing into this, because he knew for a fact there were exceptions to that supposed law.*

You wouldn't be entitled to that even if he wasn't under our care, besides it's our duty to keep his medical in check, not yours. You should have no reason to be checking his medical history anyways, but because he's been out in the field I can see why you're concerned.

Without requesting and having Mr. Newman consensually release his medical information to you or your organization there would be no law that gives you the freedom to access it. I'm assuming that most of your agents have given consent, however, I implore you to check your records for any physical confirmation of Mr. Newman allowing it.

If you'd like, I can have a copy of his medical history given to you just in case it's an emergency.

*Chris was once again not even the slightest bit frightened by John's ability to try and poke holes in things.*

[john-macnamara]

[John tilts his head, smiling a bit.]

That first part, that’s a lie. You know it.

[He ignores the second part, for now.]

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

I'm afraid it's not. Well, from what I know. Maybe other organizations simply don't know of you, like how you didn't know about us.

*Chris wasn't one to go back on a lie without proof, it could lead to some messy situations, not to mention the obvious bluff. He finished off his glass of whiskey, setting the glass down and going to sit at a leather arm chair to give himself a bit more space to relax now that the alcohol was settling into his system. He splayed out a bit, crossing his legs like an invitation and a refusal in one. He wanted to see just how far he could get this man to oblivion and frustration.*

[john-macnamara]

They do, because I introduced myself. Before that, I didn’t have any files on them, just like they didn’t have anything on me. You see how that works? Equal exchange.

[He explains the last part like he’s talking to a toddler.

Yet again, John’s eyes drop lower than they should. The slacks fit Chris well, too well. Just barely enough room for imagination, though that doesn’t help either.]

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

*Chris chuckled, tipping his head back to lean against the chair. He knew it was a compromising position to be in, throat easy to throttle or slit, Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed. He wanted John to know just how unthreatened he was by his presence, so much so that he would give him room to drain the soul from his body.*

Would you like an equal exchange then? Is that what this was meant to be about? Information about us to make you feel less left out?

*Chris enjoyed pushing buttons, which is why his were so hard to even brush, why poke the bear if you were susceptible to getting mauled? He uncrossed his legs, opening the stance even more, like he wanted John to be able to jump at him and tear him apart.*

[john-macnamara]

[You are not attracted to this man. You are not attracted to this man. You are not attracted to this man. Chris opens his legs. Okay you’re definitely attracted to this man.

Still, it’s not unlike John to work through his attraction, so he pushes on.]

Left out is a string term. Annoyed is better. I’d like to take you up on that offer regarding Newman’s medical information. You never know what could happen. And one other thing, if you don’t mind.

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

*Chris sighed softly, head tilting back down to look John in the eyes, smirk present. He raised both eyebrows like it was a challenge, hand coming up to readjust his glasses calmly.*

Of course, I'll have Christina handle the medical record for you, what 'other thing' did you have in mind?

*Chris pressed his tongue over his teeth, not for any particular reason, he just enjoyed watching how John seemed a bit tense. He was sure it was a mix between the actual conversation and everything else Chris was doing, either way, he was savoring it.

[john-macnamara]

[John begins to pace, sufficiently distracting himself from his burgeoning attraction to Chris by monologuing.]

In the early 1980s, an organization called D.A.N.G.E.R. fell apart. Don’t try to deny this, we both know it’s true. P.E.I.P. has very few records of them, but they all stop then, which is the same time frame wherein we were given plenty of their own files. Meaning, of course, that they collapsed. The thing is, though, your agent Newman and I discussed this, and we realized that the rest of D.A.N.G.E.R likely survived in some capacity or another.

I’m not asking for everything you have on them, far from it, but I need to know what you have on one specific thing. They gave us information on portals, ones that can travel both through dimensions and between them. But I suspect we’re not the only ones who got that information. Can you confirm, Director Stapleton, that you’re just as aware of the worlds beyond our own as we are?

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

*The mention of the portals made Chris tense this time, not the mention of D.A.N.G.E.R, no. The mention of portals specifically. He didn't let it show much, stance staying mostly relaxed and calm, but his hands clenched into fists for a short moment. He sighed, blinking softly and humming.*

Yes, D.I.C.K is aware of the portals and theories surrounding it. Am I to assume that P.E.I.P is the organization in charge of them? Never mind that, you're not the one meant to be answering questions. My apologies.

*It wasn't D.I.C.K's job to maintain or start up the portals, sure, they were also given access to the technology and information about them, but that wasn't why their organization existed.*

[john-macnamara]

[Hm, interesting. John notices the tenseness, mostly from recognizing his own reactions. The same near flinch he always reacts to Wilbur’s name with.]

You’re correct in that assumption, yes. I’d simply like to know if there’s anything you could hand over regarding them. In exchange, you get our own research. Tit for tat, an equal exchange.

[This is a risky endeavor and he knows it, but John’s almost entirely sure that D.I.C.K. knows whatever P.E.I.P. does. Or almost everything, he’s not dumb enough to let every bit of information slip.]

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

*Chris shrugged softly.*

What mine is yours, anything we have on portals is free for you to take, all you have to do is ask.

*Well, mostly everything. Chris couldn't give him the people lost to the portal or the dates theirs was activated for his own mental stability but he was genuine about everything else. He had no reason to withhold documents on the portals that John should already have, and he had no reason to really require what John had until he got everything working like he wanted it to.*

[john-macnamara]

Well, I’m asking then.

[John just wants them to get this over with. Then he can either go or at least get a proper distraction]

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

Well I didn't mean ask me specifically. That's not my job. I can hand you off to our man in charge of it later. Is there anything else you needed?

*Chris stared at him, eyes half lidded, partially from alcohol, partially from the annoyance of being reminded of the portal, and partially from general animalistic attraction. He leaned back into the chair a bit further, sighing softly, if he didn't need to be doing anyone or anything he would likely just take a nap on the sofa or even where he was in his chair. Sleeping was better than actuallly thinking in his experience.*

[john-macnamara]

Please do so.

[John gives Chris a once over yet again. He’s not going to outright say anything, but he doesn’t particularly want to end this conversation either]

That depends. Is there anything else you think I need?

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

I think you need a great many things, General, all of which I am willing to provide. That is, if you were hoping for some proper fun?

*His voice was a bit mocking with his title, he didn't actually care much for this man wandering into his office and demanding answers of him. He was also being a bit more forward than he should've been during work hours while in the actual building, but it wasn't like he had any known power over this man, so really it wasn't breaking any self made rules of the workspace.*

[john-macnamara]

[John doesn’t appreciate the obvious disrespect, but does unfortunately find his body feeling quite fond towards it. I mean, it’s not like he can do anything if we’re both occupied, right?]

I think fun is exactly what I’m looking for. The flight over here was awful stressful, you see.

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

*Chris didn't move, watching John from where he was sitting still, perfectly content with the air of the room like this.*

Well, I'm terribly sorry about that, maybe next time I'll come to you. Would you prefer a bed, or are you so tense that you'd like to take your relief against my desk?

[john-macnamara]

[John, on the other hand, is getting fairly twitchy. Heat floods his veins and with it comes the need to move]

That depends, how quick can we get to the bed?

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

*Chris smiled at him softly, gaze still just the slightest bit mocking. He stood from his chair with a gentle sigh, ever so graceful as he drifted back over to his desk and flicking a switch under the drawer. With a click and some whirring a panel in the floor opened, another identical bit of flooring popping out of the hole with a plush, silky, navy blue king sized bed sitting on top of it. It clicked a few more times before Chris sauntered over and sat on it, giving John a look.*

Well, I'm not sure, how fast can your legs move?

*Chris had designed the system that moved the bed in and out the most efficiently, he was fairly proud of himself for it. He felt the need to clarify that he took naps in his office but it didn't seem entirely appropriate, but he also didn't want this man to think that he ever planned on anything with his coworkers. It would be a gross misuse of power to ever be in a relationship with anyone in his organization considering he was the director and that wasn't something he would ever do, it simply wasn't moral.*

[john-macnamara]

[John returns a smile with a glare, though the only heat behind it is decidedly less antagonistic. He looks at the bed, furrowing his brow just a bit with something unrecognizable.]

You couldn’t have just had a simple pull out?

[Still, he saunters over, letting his hair down as he walks. Just before reaching Chris, however, John stops, waiting.]

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

I never pull out. Besides, it gave me a project to work on while I was figuring out the technology of it.

*Chris would be lying if he said he didn't enjoy the way John approached him, it was entertaining. Moderately enticing, attractive, and exceedingly fun to watch. Though when he stopped, Chris raised an eyebrow. He stood, stalking over, it was only a few steps for him, but then again, he was considerably taller than John. He stared down at him, hands landing on his shoulders before smoothing down to his hips.*

Is this alright? Or were you standing there waiting for something else?

[john-macnamara]

[The pun catches John off guard, getting a genuine laugh from him.]

I like you.

[With a smile, he takes Chris’ hand and brings it up to his lips, eyes roving over the man in front of him while he does so. Hyper aware of every movement he makes, John kisses the ring on Chris’ finger the way one might treat royalty. And who says chivalry is dead?]

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

*Chris was just the slightest bit taken aback, ears dusting red at John's action. That was his sister's ring, the one that matched on his other hand, one for each of them. Internally he scolded himself for reacting that way, it was embarrassing, really. It was just as shameful as the way his heart skipped at the sound of John's laugh, disgusting. He had moved past anything like that a long time ago, this was nothing, it was sex, mutual chemical attraction.

He smiled back softly, gaze softening just a bit, maybe subconsciously, maybe since he simply felt bad mocking this man. Either way, it was nice.*

I could say the same to you, you're quite the gentleman.

*Chris' free hand drifted a bit lower, hooking onto John's belt loop and pulling him a bit closer, a bit closer to him, a bit closer to the bed. He stared down at him, brown and green tracing over ever detail of John's face, committing it to memory.*

Shall we?

[john-macnamara]

I try.

[Praise is always nice, especially on the rare occasion it’s not sexual. So like any gentleman, he offers a charming grin, admiring the color of the other man’s eyes. It’s strange, he’s pretty sure they’re the same color, but one seems a bit more yellow than the other. It’s probably nothing.

No matter the orientation of them, they’re awful pretty. The right one makes him think of a crooked grin and heated wrestling. The left… let’s not think about that right now.]

Yes we shall.

[John places a chaste kiss on Chris’ neck, waiting for encouragement before continuing further.]

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

*Chris took his hand back from John's grip to gently comb it through his hair, not to his surprise, it was very soft just as it had looked. He used the careful grip on both parts of John to spin them around, nice and slow, crowding him back onto the bed and laying him down delicately on the plush surface.

Following John's lead in a way, he ducked down, pressing a few kisses to his pulse and nudging his legs open. His hands landed back on his hips, fingers working their way under the fabric of his shirt to trail up his sides and map out rough skin.*

You are quite the sight to behold, very handsome.

*So maybe Chris was a bit more old fashioned with how he praised and complimented in the bedroom, but in all fairness he was a whole 20 years older than the man under him.*

[john-macnamara]

[This time John doesn’t just laugh, but giggles, eyes crinkling at the corners. He shivers as callused hands trace over his skin, a multitude of scars tangible all along his torso.]

I’d have to say the same. You’re absolutely gorgeous for a ninety year old.

[An obvious joke, as evidenced by the sharp grin on John’s face]

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

*Chris chuckled, a genuine laugh, not the mocking one it normally was. The smile on his face was soft, dimples matching his freckles and making him almost look youthful again.*

Well excuse you, young man, I am 64. I'm not ancient yet.

*His hands tightened around John's sides, pulling him further onto the bed. Deft fingers snuck down and popped the button of the younger man's pants, gently teasing along the waistband of his boxers.

He pressed a kiss to the smile lines of John's face, hot breath ghosting over his skin.*

Is this still okay?

*He was being genuine, he had no want to do this with an unwilling party.*

[john-macnamara]

And I am not young! I’m 44, I just don’t look it.

[John isn’t normally one to be easy in bed, but he’s unsure how Chris’ll react if he gets too bratty. So he’ll stay relatively vanilla, for now, at least.]

Very.

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

And I'm still old enough to be your dad.

*He slipped John's pants off with ease, keeping the shirt on for now since he had felt a good bit of scarring and wasn't sure if he wanted that on display. His hands ran up and down John's legs, landing on his inner thighs and gently spreading them apart. He started with a kiss just above his knee, then a few inches higher, then Chris pressed his tongue against the muscle, licking a stripe up his skin and nipping at it between kisses.*

[john-macnamara]

[That makes John chuckle a bit, something sparkling in his eyes.

He offers little resistance when Chris opens his legs. Rather, he keens when lips touch his skin, always sensitive down there. The noises increase in frequency the further up he goes, scattered praise intermingled with whines and moans.]

God, that’s so good.

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

*Chris hummed softly against his thighs, keeping a hand there to stroke up and down his skin. He moved a bit higher, kissing the small bit of happy trail visible before working on pulling down his boxers with his teeth. He got them pulled down to mid thigh with ease, skilled in his quick work of John's clothing. He left go of the muscle he was holding onto to pull them all the way off, tongue sliding against the free expanse of rough tissue, stopping to suck marks into the dips of bone and skin.*

You sound beautiful, I've barely done anything to you, darling.

*His voice was a low whisper, vibrating against John's hide, only for him to hear, only for him to enjoy. Just him.*

[john-macnamara]

[Looking down, John smiles. This grandpa should not be so sexy, and yet he is. He feels a bit bad, not doing any work right now, but hey, he’s a damn good rider.]

I can’t help that I’m hngh~ loud.

[The last word is practically a pant]

And you’re just ah so warm.

[He loves his nights with Wiley, he really does. They’re fun, they’re good release, they’re the only time he can see the man he loves without violence, but that man is ice cold. John’s not even sure he can produce his own body heat at this point, leading to an interesting, albeit strange sensation when his lover uses his tongue. A return to the norm is nice, the wet heat in between his thighs is wonderful.]

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

*Chris raised an eyebrow at the comment, stuttering in where he was sucking a hickey into John's hip. He knew he ran a bit warm from living in a colder state, but not to the point that anyone had ever said anything about it, so needless to say it raised a few different questions in his mind. He didn't ask them, but they were there.

He pulled back for a moment to coat his own fingers in spit, it wasn't the best lubricant but it'd have to do. As soon as they were slick enough to even consider prepping John his lips were back against his skin, pointer finger teasing around his rim carefully before pushing in.*

[john-macnamara]

[Already fairly desperate, John has to bite back a whine when Chris pulls away. He watches carefully, eyes widening when he realizes what the other man is doing. So soon, huh?

He gasps at the feeling of that same warmth against his hole. He clenches around the new intrusion in it, already moaning from just that little stimulation.]

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

*Chris watched every movement, every hitch of his breath, eyes half lidded as he listened to the noise John was making. He curled his finger carefully, trying his best not to hurt the man beneath him as he opened him up. Before he put the second digit in he kissed up a bit higher, tongue curling just a bit as he licked a stripe up John's dick, sucking the tip into his mouth without hesitation.*

[john-macnamara]

Fuck that’s good.

[The statement is barely audible under the much loader moans coming out of John’s mouth. He hasn’t been treated this gently in ages. It feels nice, not to be fucked into oblivion. Not to say that isn’t enjoyable, but still. This is more relaxing than he anticipated, and he’s enjoying every second of it.]

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

*Chris hummed softly in response to the sound of the younger man's voice, sinking further down on his cock with ease. He hollowed his cheeks, sucking softly. He didn't want this to end soon, but also the noises John was making were heavenly to listen to.

Chris' eyes fluttered shut as he stayed there, tongue flicking over the tip and swiping off any precum. His fingers spread insides of John, scissoring him open and making sure he was relaxed before the third one joined. He curled them upwards, looking to brush against the bundle of nerves awaiting him.*

[john-macnamara]

[John shifts his hips a bit, trying to get more friction against the fingers inside of him. He’d happily take more, but the sensation on his dick is pushing him quickly towards the edge.]

Would you mind if I rode you?

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

*Chris pulled off with a soft pop so he could speak, fingers slowly thrusting in and out of John to give him the friction he was squirming around for.*

Oh, yes, I'd be utterly distraught.

*Chris was joking of course, smiling up at John before letting out a soft chuckle. Still, despite his jest, he shifted around a bit, fingers pulling out and leaving him empty as he slid over onto the bed next to the General.

His belt clicked as he twisted the mechanism that kept it secure, possibly the nerdiest way a belt could be situated. The leather slipped out of his slacks beltloops with ease, dropping to the floor beside the bed with a soft 'clink'. Chris glanced over at John, raising a mocking eyebrow and giving him a playful sneer.*

Well? Get on with it, I don't have all day to play with you.

[john-macnamara]

[John always hates how empty he feels when something leave him. Hates how it reminds him of every other aspect of his life.

Still, he puts on a smile and moves to straddle Chris’ hips, and brings both his pants and undergarments down in one swift movement. Rather than immediately getting on, he swipes a tongue over his hand and begins stroking his wet hand up and down the man’s cock, just enough to get him moderately slick.]

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

*Chris let out a soft, sighing groan, abdomen flexing and twitching as he leaned back on his elbows. His hands came up to rest gently on John's hips, stroking over skin kindly in comparison to how he normally was with his lovers. He preferred the slower pace they were taking up, but it left his mind open to wander, which wasn't anything he ever enjoyed during his recreational time.*

[john-macnamara]

You are… so gorgeous.

[Taking it slow, John positions himself over Chris before slowly sinking down. He takes an inch at a time, stopping to adjust when he needs to. When he reaches the base, he sits there for a moment and just admires the man below him. He wonders how that silver hair would look in moonlight.]

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

*Chris was a bit annoyed at his own body once again betraying him, ears flushing pink at the compliment. He twitched inside of John, letting out a soft groan and wince as he finally stopped. His hands tightened where they sat, massaging into John's skin as he forced himself to stay completely still and let the younger man take the reigns when he felt ready.

He sighed softly, eyes looking up at him through partially smudged lenses. He considered reaching down to use his shirt to clean them, pull it up and let the other director score a glance at his chest, but decided against it, letting the dust on his glasses blur the light around John like a halo.

Sometimes, he wondered what it'd be like to look through the sight of another person, let them see his. He'd love to see what John sees, but then again, he couldn't properly look at himself in a mirror since the accident, why would viewing himself through his eyes be any different? Really, it went down to the root of wanting people to see the beauty in themselves through someone else, maybe that's what Chris wanted for himself. He didn't know anymore. He just wanted them back.*

You're absolutely stunning, you know?

*His voice was quiet, reserved. His brain power was more focused on overthinking and admiring the man on top of him than it was on actually expressing his thoughts.*

[john-macnamara]

Yeah. I do.

[John smiles. He’s always been good at playing up self confidence, especially when it makes him more attractive. Plus a beautiful man is complimenting him, why wouldn’t he smile?

He starts to move up Chris’ cock, only a few inches before sinking back down. He’s going slow for now, but with every rise he gets just a bit higher. It takes everything in John not to speed up when Chris rubs against him just right, but this is supposed to be slow and relaxing, so that’s what it’ll be.]

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

*Chris furrowed his brows at the comment, smirking softly at the ego radiating off of John's smile. It was enticing, he'd always been a fan of confidence, sometimes it was annoying, but it looked quite nice on the man straddling him.

Chris let out a careful groan, trying not to embarrass himself further with actually expressing how good John felt squeezing around him so early on. He rolled his hips up a bit, testing the waters to see if he was alright with him moving. He didn't want to harm him, so he was trying his best to go at the pace the younger man had set, following his lead as much as could. Unfortunately there were reasons he'd never been a soldier, he preferred to do things his own way.*

[john-macnamara]

[John picks up the pace with Chris’ obvious enjoyment, starting to move up and down even faster. Eventually it reaches the point where he’s going all the way from the base to the til, and he lets out a punched groan every time he goes back down.]

Couldn’t let me take care of you for a minute, huh?

[It’s said with a teasing smile]

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

What can I say, I enjoy the control. Besides, pretty boys like you shouldn't have to be working.

*Chris was less teasing than John, it genuinely was a control thing with him, that and the satisfaction of treating a partner with all the respect and attention he could give them.

His hands tightened where they rested on John's skin, no doubt hard enough to leave bruises. He would apologize for the roughness later, but their currents actions were clouding his thoughts. He used that crushing grip to help him along, pulling him down and rolling his hips up to meet each drop down.

Chris wasn't very loud during sex as a general rule, he preferred to listen to the other person, analyze them like an experiment. There was an advantage to it, always remembering the person he'd spent his time with, finding out exactly what make them shudder and scream. It pleased him to see the other person enjoying themself.

Still, John was doing a damn good job, soft groans and the occasionally quiet swear wringing out of Chris' throat. His head was tilted back just the slightest bit with the euphoria wracking his nerves, exposed, vulnerable, but that was the fun of it.*

You are very good at this, still, I think next time I'll have you on your knees.

*His voice was a low growl, like a promise.*

[john-macnamara]

[The comment sends a new rush of heat through John, and the sudden pace change doesn’t help either. Unlike Chris, he’s always been loud, so it’s not long before he’s moaning like a pornstar every time Chris thrusts into him.

He’d like to respond to that promise, he really would, but whatever he says comes out garbled and unintelligible. Half of John’s pleasure just comes from the sight of the man under him, the knowledge that he is doing well. So he keeps going, hoping for more praise along the way.]

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

*Chris' glasses were getting a bit foggy from the heat of the air around them and his own panting breaths, his hair was no doubt a wavy mess, the styling he did on it coming undone with their actions. On a particularly rough drop from John's end, Chris let out the loudest groan he had throughout the entire interaction, a soft, almost silent, whine following it. He blinked lowly up at the man reducing him to complete ruin, glasses low on his nose from the actions of their bodies moving in sync with each other.*

You're gorgeous, fuck- you're doing so good for me, darling.

[john-macnamara]

[John genuinely whimpers, the words lighting up something deep inside of him. He needs this, he needs the man below him to keep saying these sweet nothings. It’s not real, he knows that, but it is for this moment. Right now, he’s doing good and being praised for it, what more could he want?]

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

*Chris could feel how John twitched around him with the praise, was enthralled by the noise he made in response to it. One hand slid from it's bruising position on John's hip, finding purchase in where it squeezed his ass. Well manicured nails bit into his skin as Chris' nerves were set on fire by his rapidly approaching climax, his thoughts were quickly melting away with each minute ticking by, properly distracted from anything other than the fountain of beauty in front of him.*

You're doing wonderfully, just like that..

*His back was just the slightest bit arched, enjoying himself just as much as his counterpart. He swallowed thickly, groans escaping through gritted teeth.*

You're incredible, utterly perfect for me, darling.

[john-macnamara]

[At this point John’s coming fully undone, whining at every bit of praise. Heat builds up in the back of his stomach, and a few tears well in the corner of his eyes as he relentlessly keeps moving. It’s good, it’s so damn good.]

Fuck, ah- I’m close.

[The words are yet again barely audible through the strings of gibberish coming from John. He’s a mess, and it only took a few minutes to get him this way. A more delicate hand and a bit more time, and he could practically belong to Chris. For a short while, anyway.]

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

*Chris' eyes finally slid shut, eyebrows furrowed as he panted into the already warm air around them. Each noise, each reckless movement, everything about this was stripping nerves from his body and setting them on fire, sparking down into his internal organs. He clawed his nails down from where they had been sitting making indents in John's ass, hot red marks following as he applied what was just a bit too much pressure not to be painful to the average person.*

Me too, don't worry darling, let go. You've been such a good boy for me.

*Chris wasn't wholly aware of what exactly he was saying, words slipping from his lips like the only people he had ever loved slipped out of his heart and into the black.*

[john-macnamara]

[The permission is all John needs. He climaxes as he comes down on Chris one last time. He scrambles for something to grab, and ends up with his hands wrapped around the other man’s wrist as he rides the orgasm out. Maybe it’s the fact that he’s been so stressed lately, or maybe that he hasn’t had time for proper release, but this is the best —and longest— he’s had in a while. Before he’s really even aware of it, a word slips out]

Daddy-

[Through the haze, John still manages to slap a hand over his mouth with wide eyes. He did not just say that.]

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

*Chris' face flushed at the word, freckles standing out even more at the general shock that had caused his fluster. The sudden mental reaction to the clearly accidental word drop also caused his physical reaction, orgasm completely wiping out all coherent thought that remained as he finished inside of John.

Once he actually regained some control of his own body, his hand twisted to move and interlock fingers with where one of John's hands was still holding his wrist. The red state of his face died down as he breathed through the euphoria flooding his system, eyes fluttering back open to look up at the younger man and smile softly. His free hand, the one that wasn't keeping that soft, almost romantic point of contact, reached up to carefully pull the hand off his mouth.*

Don't worry, it's not the first time I've gotten it. Can't say I don't enjoy it.

*His voice was quiet, sweet, like him and John had anything besides a sexual attraction that they'd dealt with. He blinked a few times, mind swirling with the want of smoke filling his lungs. It was horrible habit he knew, but, he had always enjoyed a good cigarette after sex. He cleared his throat and leaned over the side of the bed to grab his pack and his lighter. The lighter was old, clearly not something from this century, and the actual pack of cigarettes was a fresh Marlboro. He slipped one free for himself and silently offered another up for John before lighting the one sitting between his lips.*

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

[Sarah was pacing the floor of her living room, nibbling at her cuticles while deep in thought. She couldn’t just let Norton be under all this distress and not find out why. D.I.C.K had connections to P.E.I.P, she knew that. In fact, Sarah knew quite a bit more about her husband's real place of work than he did about hers. If she could just get some information about what was going on there through Chris…That might be a good idea. 

Sarah rushed to get her laptop, formatting an email to her boss:

Chris,

There’s something going on with Norton down at P.E.I.P. It’s best that we talk about this face to face. Either get down here or send transport for me to meet you at the office.

-Agent S. Newman

All she could do now was wait for a response. Well, that and take care of Norton, making him breakfast and sending him off to his “office job” that didn’t even exist.]

@agentnewmand-i-c-k

I have had just about enough of you two. When I say keep an eye on him, I mean keep an eye on him. Now I have the director, the head of the research department, and the President on my ass. I cannot believe the-

*Chris glanced back at his desk where his computer dinged with a notification, cutting his scolding of his main inside agents off. It was an email, one from their current top agent no less. He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose and waving a hand at the man and woman standing in front of him.*

Get out of my sight. There's a transporter waiting to take you back to Michigan.

*Agent 898 and 899 nodded dutifully, taking the distraction of their boss as a blessing and hurrying off. Chris huffed, fingers clacking against the keyboard softly as he sent a reply.*

I've got B and M coming back to Michigan in about 20 minutes, they'll be at point 7:A, if you get there in time you should be here at HQ within the hour. Don't keep me waiting, I've already been dealing with some serious incompetence today. -C.H.S

[agentnewmand-i-c-k]

[Sarah let out a small sigh of relief as she saw the email notification pop up on her screen. She scanned it over as carefully as she could, already moving to grab her uniform from its trunk in the basement. She could certainly be ready in 10 minutes, just enough time to account for the commute to her pick-up spot.

So she tugged her hair into the tight bun that was required of her when going to H.Q, slipping into the uniform that she never seemed to grow out of. It'd been a long time since she really needed to see Chris, but with Nortons consistently foul moods and bouts of illness, she couldn't just let that slide.

Agent Newman pulled up to point 7:A at the time she was told to, and now all she could do was wait patiently like she was trained to do. She just really hoped she could do all this and still get home before her husband.]

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

*Agent 898 and 899 stepped out of the transporter, holding the door open for Sarah with a soft nod. Agent 898 and 899 also known as Agent B and Agent M of D.I.C.K, gave Agent Newman a sweet smile almost in unison, years of working together and being married off the job tuning them in sync with each other.*

Agent B: Back to Maine then?

*Her voice was sweet and reserved, nothing like the role she was forced to play everyday she spent keeping an eye on Norton at work. Agent 899 frowned softly, shrugging, British accent ringing out clear, nothing like his Northern American accent used during the day.*

Agent M: Just be careful, Gaffer's not had a good day. Nearly tore me a new one just because your man's gone loopy. Anyway, take the lift, system'll go offline if we keep ya waitin'.

*They waited in professional silence for Sarah to hop in, closing the port's door behind her and rushing off to go start their shifts with P.E.I.P.*

[agentnewmand-i-c-k]

[Sarah frowned at the comment to her husband's sanity, avoiding all the not so nice comments running through her mind and instead muttering a thank you to the couple. She was almost jealous of them in a way- They got to share every aspect of their lives with each other, but she had to keep a whole side of her a secret from Norton. But this was her job, entrusted to her because no one else could have done it well enough. She was a good agent, and she took pride in that fact.

She could only hope that the two who left her here hadn't pissed off Chris enough that he'd take it out on her. Sarah was just concerned for her husband, her assignment really, because he was seemingly ill. She waited for the transport to get here to H.Q standing perfectly still and at attention. If only Norton could see her like this...he'd probably cream his damn pants.]

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

*Agents and Scientists alike buzzed around the transport room, zipping to and fro. Very few even glanced at Sarah as she stepped out, very busy people rushing around to complete experiments and sign off missions, the occasional injured agent being assisted onto a gurney or being operated on right in the transport room to ensure their survival. It was a mad house.

A couple scientists and a few agents waved "hello" to Sarah, she was a high ranking so really it was always people ducking their heads for fear of them being noticed by her or people eagerly seeking her gaze for just a moment so they could see the legend of sector nine. She was known as the most dedicated officer in the entire agency, so deep undercover that she was married to her mission.

Meanwhile, Chris paced in his office, very annoyed as he went through some of the recent reports on Patient 001 from their inside men at P.E.I.P. He was in a shit mood, it wasn't really his agents' faults, but with John on his ass about the agency and the President riding his dick about everything (literally and figuratively), Chris was getting a bit frustrated with keeping up with everything and holding up the lies he'd been weaving since Norton's parents went missing.

He perked up when Christina buzzed Agent Newman in, a gentle, professional smile replacing his previous stressed glare as he regarded his daughter in law.*

Ah, Agent Newman, you mentioned something about wanting to speak with me. What's the matter?

*He hadn't really absorbed what her email was about, having been too busy doing his job as director of D.I.C.K.*

[agentnewmand-i-c-k]

[Sarah's professional blank slate relaxed into a soft frown when he addressed her, letting out a soft sigh. She could tell he was still stressed out of his mind, (when wasn't he?) and she hated to bother him about something so arbitrary but-]

It's about Norton, Sir. According to Agent 899 he's 'gone loopy' and from what I've seen back at home there's something going on at P.E.I.P that's bringing him far too much stress.

[She felt absolutely zero shame ratting on Myers, he'd pissed her off just the slightest bit by choosing to speak even a little badly about her husband. Sarah seemed to stress a little bit herself as she continued on, pinching the bridge of her nose as she mulled over what she'd seen from Norton at home]

He's been dazed, and last night he came home reeking of vomit and looking far to exhausted for a normal day there. It's not like I can ask him what's going on, he won't give me a proper answer because I'm not supposed to know about his damn job! I'm lost here, I need to know what you know.

[She looked back up at her Father in law, clearly sincere.]

He can't handle undergoing that much stress. I fear it'll do some serious damage sooner or later.

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

Norton is fine, I assure you. There was an uncomfortable rumor about him and his director sleeping together. Anything beyond a psychological reaction to the distress that may have caused is none of your concern, Agent.

*Chris was fully aware of what other things had caused him to be dazed and confused, but that wasn't anything Newman was required to know or actively permitted to know. He raised an eyebrow at how genuinely concerned she seemed, after all, she wasn't supposed to view him as more than a mission. It made sense, being in proximity to him so often, but then again she was never meant to marry him in the first place, just keep an eye on him until they could get better surveillance into a job of his, same with their neighbors. Still, it made his wonder vaguely in the back of his mind if she was still up to the task.

He loved his daughter in law, he really did, he admired her spirit, confidence, and courage, but he wouldn't hesitate to pull her off this mission if she couldn't do her work properly without getting attached. He gave her a stern glare, an underlying softness he never used with any other agents remaining despite the look behind his glasses.*

Drop it, Agent. Besides, since you're already here we might need you for an away mission, C.U.N.T.S is fighting us on another potential note drop in the ocean and we need you to go either work it out with their agents and compromise or get there and take whatever that crash site is before they can settle. I'm too busy to deal with this shit and I trust you can get it done.

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

[John walks into D.I.C.K. HQ, approaching the front desk of the building, chin held high and back straight. So when he speaks with an air of total confidence, it’s really no surprise.]

Hello. My name is General John MacNamara of the United States Military, and I’m here to attend an audience with your director. Would you be so kind as to direct me on where to go?

[A lie, he doesn’t even know the director’s name. But the receptionist doesn’t need to know that, not if he acts every bit the self-sure General he should be.]

@john-macnamara

*A very bored looking 20ish year old man perked up at being spoken to, all of the other receptionists getting all the calls except him for some odd reason. The young man fixed his tie and smiled at John happily.*

Do you have some form of ID on you to confirm that? Also, which director of which sector? Most of them have meetings today and I would have to contact their receptionists to confirm anything.

*Ah yes, the joys of bureaucracy. Still, the young man got to quick work pulling up military employment files of men named John MacNamara, sorting through them quickly and pulling up the one that actually resembled the man. The receptionist didn't have clearance for anything besides John's rank, age, sex, and military ID.*

Ah, you're still the director of P.E.I.P?

[john-macnamara]

The director of this organization. Please, I’m on a time crunch. I really wouldn’t appreciate being made late.

[John takes out his military ID —not the P.E.I.P. one— and prepares to hand it over. He stops when this 20 year old kid mentions his organization, though. Taken aback, he freezes for a moment before responding]

I am, yes.

[He swaps his military ID for the registration card he uses with P.E.I.P., showing it to the kid as quickly as possible.]

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

*The guy gives John a skeptical look from how quickly he put his ID away but didn't say anything further since everything properly lined up in their records. He did some more typing and picked up his phone to contact Christina as quickly as possible even though he knew she was a busy lady.*

And you said you were here for Chris Stapleton...? Mhmm. Okay, hold on one moment, Sir.

*Christina picked up on the other line, flushing and being a bit girlish because she knew David couldn't see her even though they were speaking. It was known throughout all levels of the receptionists that David and Christina had crushes on each other, but they were really bad at realizing it themselves so everyone just kind of pushed them together on purpose.

Needless to say, David's ears also got a bit pink when she spoke.*

C: Hiya David, what can I do for you?

D: Oh! Uhm, nothing big, does Chris have anything on his schedule for meetings today?

C: Not that I can see but I can check if he's good with some walk-ins if you have someone that forgot to call ahead.

D: Oh, well, that'd be great! Thank you so much!

*The line went dead for a few moments as Christina called into his office to chat with him about it, a soft click coming back on as her voice rang though his headset again.*

C: Yup! Make sure to give whoever it is coming to meet with him an elite pass though, they won't be able to reach the top floor without it.

D: Of course, yeah, I know, thanks again, Christina.

C: No worries! Call anytime! U-hm, for work s-stuff I mean..

*The line went dead with a beep, David sat for a moment, face getting even more red as he quickly handed John an elite day pass.*

That should do just fine for today, elevators are over there.

[john-macnamara]

[Chris Stapleton, noted.

John watches the man progressively blush, hiding a chuckle under a cough. Ah, young love. But when the moment’s over, he quickly returns to his previous demeanor.]

Thank you, son. Have a good day.

[John enters the elevator and presses the button for the fortieth floor. By the time he emerges, he’s already considered everything he hates about this building. Mostly that it’s too damn warm. Still, he approaches Christina with a smile and a wave]

Hello, I believe I have a meeting with Mr. Stapleton.

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

*Christina looked up from where she was typing out a a staff party email, smiling softly.*

Ah you're our mystery man are you? Same one that requested the Newman file.

*She hadn't forgotten about the call from the other day about those classified documents, hadn't forgotten who had requested them either. She sighed gently, pressing an intercom button on her desk and rolling her eyes as a smooth voice rang out.*

Chris: Yes? Not another call from Howard, is it?

Christina: No. Your drop-in visitor is here already.

Chris: Ah, of course, send them in. Thank you.

*Christina let go of the small button and pressed a different one, the sliding metal and glass door to the man's office sliding open for John to pass through.*

Have a pleasant meeting

[john-macnamara]

And you’re that lovely receptionist I spoke to. I’m sorry again for my little outburst, it was entirely uncalled for.

[This is the first time John’s been genuine his entire time in this building, his smile dropping into a more neutral expression.

Still, once a few moments have passed, he plasters that smile back onto his face and walks through the door, not even addressing Chris before he starts talking.]

You know, for an organization seemingly set on knowing everything, a forty story tower seems like quite the oversight, don’t you think?

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

*Without missing a beat, Chris grinned as he silently poured a second glass of fine scotch.*

And yet, you didn't know we existed until you had to.

*Of course, he didn't 100% know that John hadn't known of them before he first requested a document, but it made sense considering what he knew of the General.

Chris was a salt and pepper haired man with somewhat faded freckles and lightly tanned skin, he wore a pair of glasses, a black turtleneck, brown slacks, and a grey overcoat.

The office was tidy, clear room to pace and discuss with a Cocobolo desk, a few plants, the odd tasteful painting, and metal framed skylights so Chris didn't have to waste energy on lighting during the day.*

[john-macnamara]

What makes you think that’s what I was judging?

[John looks over the man in front of him, eyes dropping a bit lower than strictly necessary. He’s intimidating, sure, but so is John. He might not be particularly tall or imposing in first glance, but his physique is obvious even through his shirt. The obvious musculature and the stoicism on his face combine to make him into quite the intimidating figure.]

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

*Chris raised an eyebrow as John not so subtly checked him out, chuckling at his response. He wasn't intimidated by this man, sure, he looked like he could probably fold Chris in half and toss him around, but he didn't get to where he was by being frightened by an appearance.

In response to John's very obvious glance over, Chris reacted in kind, staring down at the shorter man and letting his eyes rake over him. He took in ever detail, down to the fiber of his shirt's threads. He stalked over to him and handed him one of the glasses of scotch, nothing added, though the eyebags and obvious military stature made Chris think he wouldn't drink it either way.*

So, Mr. MacNamara, how can I help you? I'm sure you have some reason for getting yourself all the way over to Maine.

*He was aware that PEIP, more specifically the group of PEIP John and his nephew were apart of, were in a completely different state. So, he was assuming this was something of importance, otherwise he'd be fairly disappointed.*

[john-macnamara]

[It’s not terribly comfortable feeling this stranger’s eyes on him, but a shiver makes its way way up John’s spine nonetheless.

He looks distastefully at the glass, pushing it back into Chris’ hand.]

I’m not a whiskey man.

[The expression turns to Chris]

That’s General MacNamara to you, Mr. Stapleton. And I have a few questions for you, ones I expected to be answered.

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

*Chris shrugged and downed the glass he had initially poured for John, setting the glass on a coaster on his desk and taking a much softer sip of his own glass. He was unfazed by John's scowl, gentle, charismatic smile staying put on his lips.*

Well, General, I suppose you can properly address me as Professor if that's how we're playing this. Now, please, do ask, I'll answer to the best of my abilities.

[john-macnamara]

My apologies. You don’t strike me as a particularly learned man.

[He doesn’t sound terribly sorry]

Let’s make it simple. Why do you have a hold on one of my agent’s files?

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

*Chris outwardly laughed, smile stretching ear to ear as he chuckled over John's first statement. He wasn't at all offended or particularly upset, he found it quite funny consider his doctorate papers hung on the wall above his desk and the fact that nearly everyone he met had the complete opposite assessment.

He sipped his scotch again before answering, mulling over how he could answer this without upsetting this very already displeased man.*

I'm assuming you mean Norton Newman, yes? Well, he's under our care and jurisdiction, which means it's very important we keep his file safe and confidential.

[john-macnamara]

[Unfortunately, that sets John off further.]

You’ll have to explain to me how exactly one of my people is under your care. While we’re at it, I’d appreciate if you explained what exactly is wrong with Agent Newman that he managed to forget an entire day’s worth of events? Since he’s under your care, that is.

[He has a few theories towards Norton’s missing memories. Some being natural, others not so much. Either way, John has a good feeling that the man in front of him knows the truth]

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

It would seem that you already know why he's in our care then.

*Chris sighs, smile flickering down into a soft frown for a few moments. He was about to partially lie through his teeth, but it wasn't that he had anything against John, he just couldn't tell him about Norton much without having to explain things that actually were top secret.*

Mr. Newman has serious problems with false memory, short and long term amnesia, and dissociative disorder. His father and mother worked for this organization and when they died, followed by his brother, his mental state essentially shattered. With him left in the organization's care we do our best to help him through rough patches without furthering the damage caused by the trauma of losing his family so young.

*He took a long drag of his whiskey, staring at his own shoes and mentally noting to shine them later.*

It's a very fragile topic, so we don't allow many people to look at his file so we don't disrupt his already strewn about state of mind.

[john-macnamara]

[That seems not entirely implausible, but there are still a few points that nag at John]

You know, medical information is incredibly important, especially considering I’ve sent him out into the field. I’d assume you know this. So why would you let me do that, knowing he occasionally has flashes of memory loss? Especially if you’re his caretaker, more specifically, his father?

[He pauses for dramatic effect]

At least, that’s what your own file said.

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

*The thing was, no file ever stated that Chris had ever been Norton's guardian, especially not any file that John would be allowed to access. Chris doubled over, chuckling even harder than he had at the insult. He wiped a hand over his face, pinching the bridge of his nose.*

What file could that have been, hmm?

*Chris caught his breath after laughing so hard at the man's statement, sighing softly afterwards.*

No but more seriously, I had no clue he was being allowed into the field. As stated before, we don't monitor him at work for your organizations confidentiality and he never mentioned it to anyone. I'm terribly sorry about that, if I had known I would've contacted you and let you know. A grave oversight on my part. We were under the impression that he is only in charge of files, as the title 'Files Manager' suggests.

[john-macnamara]

[John catches his mistake as soon as it slips out of his mouth. Shit. He knows not to let his mouth run when he gets overconfident, but he did it anyway. A small bit of him is ticked off, however, when he mentions confidentiality]

My organization’s confidentiality? That’s rich, considering you have a file on me while I didn’t even know you existed. Seems that there’s a bit of a power imbalance there, don’t you think?

Oh, and I’m still quite stuck on why I cannot be given his file. You are his caretaker, I understand that you want to protect him. But I do assume you understand that I’m to be given his entire medical record and anything to look out for upon his hire, yes? It’s only the law.

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

Your file is only what any other organization would be able to know, simple as that.

*Chris raises an eyebrow at the mention of the law playing into this, because he knew for a fact there were exceptions to that supposed law.*

You wouldn't be entitled to that even if he wasn't under our care, besides it's our duty to keep his medical in check, not yours. You should have no reason to be checking his medical history anyways, but because he's been out in the field I can see why you're concerned.

Without requesting and having Mr. Newman consensually release his medical information to you or your organization there would be no law that gives you the freedom to access it. I'm assuming that most of your agents have given consent, however, I implore you to check your records for any physical confirmation of Mr. Newman allowing it.

If you'd like, I can have a copy of his medical history given to you just in case it's an emergency.

*Chris was once again not even the slightest bit frightened by John's ability to try and poke holes in things.*

[john-macnamara]

[John tilts his head, smiling a bit.]

That first part, that’s a lie. You know it.

[He ignores the second part, for now.]

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

I'm afraid it's not. Well, from what I know. Maybe other organizations simply don't know of you, like how you didn't know about us.

*Chris wasn't one to go back on a lie without proof, it could lead to some messy situations, not to mention the obvious bluff. He finished off his glass of whiskey, setting the glass down and going to sit at a leather arm chair to give himself a bit more space to relax now that the alcohol was settling into his system. He splayed out a bit, crossing his legs like an invitation and a refusal in one. He wanted to see just how far he could get this man to oblivion and frustration.*

[john-macnamara]

They do, because I introduced myself. Before that, I didn’t have any files on them, just like they didn’t have anything on me. You see how that works? Equal exchange.

[He explains the last part like he’s talking to a toddler.

Yet again, John’s eyes drop lower than they should. The slacks fit Chris well, too well. Just barely enough room for imagination, though that doesn’t help either.]

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

*Chris chuckled, tipping his head back to lean against the chair. He knew it was a compromising position to be in, throat easy to throttle or slit, Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed. He wanted John to know just how unthreatened he was by his presence, so much so that he would give him room to drain the soul from his body.*

Would you like an equal exchange then? Is that what this was meant to be about? Information about us to make you feel less left out?

*Chris enjoyed pushing buttons, which is why his were so hard to even brush, why poke the bear if you were susceptible to getting mauled? He uncrossed his legs, opening the stance even more, like he wanted John to be able to jump at him and tear him apart.*

[john-macnamara]

[You are not attracted to this man. You are not attracted to this man. You are not attracted to this man. Chris opens his legs. Okay you’re definitely attracted to this man.

Still, it’s not unlike John to work through his attraction, so he pushes on.]

Left out is a string term. Annoyed is better. I’d like to take you up on that offer regarding Newman’s medical information. You never know what could happen. And one other thing, if you don’t mind.

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

*Chris sighed softly, head tilting back down to look John in the eyes, smirk present. He raised both eyebrows like it was a challenge, hand coming up to readjust his glasses calmly.*

Of course, I'll have Christina handle the medical record for you, what 'other thing' did you have in mind?

*Chris pressed his tongue over his teeth, not for any particular reason, he just enjoyed watching how John seemed a bit tense. He was sure it was a mix between the actual conversation and everything else Chris was doing, either way, he was savoring it.

[john-macnamara]

[John begins to pace, sufficiently distracting himself from his burgeoning attraction to Chris by monologuing.]

In the early 1980s, an organization called D.A.N.G.E.R. fell apart. Don’t try to deny this, we both know it’s true. P.E.I.P. has very few records of them, but they all stop then, which is the same time frame wherein we were given plenty of their own files. Meaning, of course, that they collapsed. The thing is, though, your agent Newman and I discussed this, and we realized that the rest of D.A.N.G.E.R likely survived in some capacity or another.

I’m not asking for everything you have on them, far from it, but I need to know what you have on one specific thing. They gave us information on portals, ones that can travel both through dimensions and between them. But I suspect we’re not the only ones who got that information. Can you confirm, Director Stapleton, that you’re just as aware of the worlds beyond our own as we are?

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

*The mention of the portals made Chris tense this time, not the mention of D.A.N.G.E.R, no. The mention of portals specifically. He didn't let it show much, stance staying mostly relaxed and calm, but his hands clenched into fists for a short moment. He sighed, blinking softly and humming.*

Yes, D.I.C.K is aware of the portals and theories surrounding it. Am I to assume that P.E.I.P is the organization in charge of them? Never mind that, you're not the one meant to be answering questions. My apologies.

*It wasn't D.I.C.K's job to maintain or start up the portals, sure, they were also given access to the technology and information about them, but that wasn't why their organization existed.*

[john-macnamara]

[Hm, interesting. John notices the tenseness, mostly from recognizing his own reactions. The same near flinch he always reacts to Wilbur’s name with.]

You’re correct in that assumption, yes. I’d simply like to know if there’s anything you could hand over regarding them. In exchange, you get our own research. Tit for tat, an equal exchange.

[This is a risky endeavor and he knows it, but John’s almost entirely sure that D.I.C.K. knows whatever P.E.I.P. does. Or almost everything, he’s not dumb enough to let every bit of information slip.]

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

*Chris shrugged softly.*

What mine is yours, anything we have on portals is free for you to take, all you have to do is ask.

*Well, mostly everything. Chris couldn't give him the people lost to the portal or the dates theirs was activated for his own mental stability but he was genuine about everything else. He had no reason to withhold documents on the portals that John should already have, and he had no reason to really require what John had until he got everything working like he wanted it to.*

[john-macnamara]

Well, I’m asking then.

[John just wants them to get this over with. Then he can either go or at least get a proper distraction]

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

Well I didn't mean ask me specifically. That's not my job. I can hand you off to our man in charge of it later. Is there anything else you needed?

*Chris stared at him, eyes half lidded, partially from alcohol, partially from the annoyance of being reminded of the portal, and partially from general animalistic attraction. He leaned back into the chair a bit further, sighing softly, if he didn't need to be doing anyone or anything he would likely just take a nap on the sofa or even where he was in his chair. Sleeping was better than actuallly thinking in his experience.*

[john-macnamara]

Please do so.

[John gives Chris a once over yet again. He’s not going to outright say anything, but he doesn’t particularly want to end this conversation either]

That depends. Is there anything else you think I need?

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

I think you need a great many things, General, all of which I am willing to provide. That is, if you were hoping for some proper fun?

*His voice was a bit mocking with his title, he didn't actually care much for this man wandering into his office and demanding answers of him. He was also being a bit more forward than he should've been during work hours while in the actual building, but it wasn't like he had any known power over this man, so really it wasn't breaking any self made rules of the workspace.*

[john-macnamara]

[John doesn’t appreciate the obvious disrespect, but does unfortunately find his body feeling quite fond towards it. I mean, it’s not like he can do anything if we’re both occupied, right?]

I think fun is exactly what I’m looking for. The flight over here was awful stressful, you see.

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

*Chris didn't move, watching John from where he was sitting still, perfectly content with the air of the room like this.*

Well, I'm terribly sorry about that, maybe next time I'll come to you. Would you prefer a bed, or are you so tense that you'd like to take your relief against my desk?

[john-macnamara]

[John, on the other hand, is getting fairly twitchy. Heat floods his veins and with it comes the need to move]

That depends, how quick can we get to the bed?

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

*Chris smiled at him softly, gaze still just the slightest bit mocking. He stood from his chair with a gentle sigh, ever so graceful as he drifted back over to his desk and flicking a switch under the drawer. With a click and some whirring a panel in the floor opened, another identical bit of flooring popping out of the hole with a plush, silky, navy blue king sized bed sitting on top of it. It clicked a few more times before Chris sauntered over and sat on it, giving John a look.*

Well, I'm not sure, how fast can your legs move?

*Chris had designed the system that moved the bed in and out the most efficiently, he was fairly proud of himself for it. He felt the need to clarify that he took naps in his office but it didn't seem entirely appropriate, but he also didn't want this man to think that he ever planned on anything with his coworkers. It would be a gross misuse of power to ever be in a relationship with anyone in his organization considering he was the director and that wasn't something he would ever do, it simply wasn't moral.*

[john-macnamara]

[John returns a smile with a glare, though the only heat behind it is decidedly less antagonistic. He looks at the bed, furrowing his brow just a bit with something unrecognizable.]

You couldn’t have just had a simple pull out?

[Still, he saunters over, letting his hair down as he walks. Just before reaching Chris, however, John stops, waiting.]

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

I never pull out. Besides, it gave me a project to work on while I was figuring out the technology of it.

*Chris would be lying if he said he didn't enjoy the way John approached him, it was entertaining. Moderately enticing, attractive, and exceedingly fun to watch. Though when he stopped, Chris raised an eyebrow. He stood, stalking over, it was only a few steps for him, but then again, he was considerably taller than John. He stared down at him, hands landing on his shoulders before smoothing down to his hips.*

Is this alright? Or were you standing there waiting for something else?

[john-macnamara]

[The pun catches John off guard, getting a genuine laugh from him.]

I like you.

[With a smile, he takes Chris’ hand and brings it up to his lips, eyes roving over the man in front of him while he does so. Hyper aware of every movement he makes, John kisses the ring on Chris’ finger the way one might treat royalty. And who says chivalry is dead?]

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

*Chris was just the slightest bit taken aback, ears dusting red at John's action. That was his sister's ring, the one that matched on his other hand, one for each of them. Internally he scolded himself for reacting that way, it was embarrassing, really. It was just as shameful as the way his heart skipped at the sound of John's laugh, disgusting. He had moved past anything like that a long time ago, this was nothing, it was sex, mutual chemical attraction.

He smiled back softly, gaze softening just a bit, maybe subconsciously, maybe since he simply felt bad mocking this man. Either way, it was nice.*

I could say the same to you, you're quite the gentleman.

*Chris' free hand drifted a bit lower, hooking onto John's belt loop and pulling him a bit closer, a bit closer to him, a bit closer to the bed. He stared down at him, brown and green tracing over ever detail of John's face, committing it to memory.*

Shall we?

[john-macnamara]

I try.

[Praise is always nice, especially on the rare occasion it’s not sexual. So like any gentleman, he offers a charming grin, admiring the color of the other man’s eyes. It’s strange, he’s pretty sure they’re the same color, but one seems a bit more yellow than the other. It’s probably nothing.

No matter the orientation of them, they’re awful pretty. The right one makes him think of a crooked grin and heated wrestling. The left… let’s not think about that right now.]

Yes we shall.

[John places a chaste kiss on Chris’ neck, waiting for encouragement before continuing further.]

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

*Chris took his hand back from John's grip to gently comb it through his hair, not to his surprise, it was very soft just as it had looked. He used the careful grip on both parts of John to spin them around, nice and slow, crowding him back onto the bed and laying him down delicately on the plush surface.

Following John's lead in a way, he ducked down, pressing a few kisses to his pulse and nudging his legs open. His hands landed back on his hips, fingers working their way under the fabric of his shirt to trail up his sides and map out rough skin.*

You are quite the sight to behold, very handsome.

*So maybe Chris was a bit more old fashioned with how he praised and complimented in the bedroom, but in all fairness he was a whole 20 years older than the man under him.*

[john-macnamara]

[This time John doesn’t just laugh, but giggles, eyes crinkling at the corners. He shivers as callused hands trace over his skin, a multitude of scars tangible all along his torso.]

I’d have to say the same. You’re absolutely gorgeous for a ninety year old.

[An obvious joke, as evidenced by the sharp grin on John’s face]

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

*Chris chuckled, a genuine laugh, not the mocking one it normally was. The smile on his face was soft, dimples matching his freckles and making him almost look youthful again.*

Well excuse you, young man, I am 64. I'm not ancient yet.

*His hands tightened around John's sides, pulling him further onto the bed. Deft fingers snuck down and popped the button of the younger man's pants, gently teasing along the waistband of his boxers.

He pressed a kiss to the smile lines of John's face, hot breath ghosting over his skin.*

Is this still okay?

*He was being genuine, he had no want to do this with an unwilling party.*

[john-macnamara]

And I am not young! I’m 44, I just don’t look it.

[John isn’t normally one to be easy in bed, but he’s unsure how Chris’ll react if he gets too bratty. So he’ll stay relatively vanilla, for now, at least.]

Very.

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

And I'm still old enough to be your dad.

*He slipped John's pants off with ease, keeping the shirt on for now since he had felt a good bit of scarring and wasn't sure if he wanted that on display. His hands ran up and down John's legs, landing on his inner thighs and gently spreading them apart. He started with a kiss just above his knee, then a few inches higher, then Chris pressed his tongue against the muscle, licking a stripe up his skin and nipping at it between kisses.*

[john-macnamara]

[That makes John chuckle a bit, something sparkling in his eyes.

He offers little resistance when Chris opens his legs. Rather, he keens when lips touch his skin, always sensitive down there. The noises increase in frequency the further up he goes, scattered praise intermingled with whines and moans.]

God, that’s so good.

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

*Chris hummed softly against his thighs, keeping a hand there to stroke up and down his skin. He moved a bit higher, kissing the small bit of happy trail visible before working on pulling down his boxers with his teeth. He got them pulled down to mid thigh with ease, skilled in his quick work of John's clothing. He left go of the muscle he was holding onto to pull them all the way off, tongue sliding against the free expanse of rough tissue, stopping to suck marks into the dips of bone and skin.*

You sound beautiful, I've barely done anything to you, darling.

*His voice was a low whisper, vibrating against John's hide, only for him to hear, only for him to enjoy. Just him.*

[john-macnamara]

[Looking down, John smiles. This grandpa should not be so sexy, and yet he is. He feels a bit bad, not doing any work right now, but hey, he’s a damn good rider.]

I can’t help that I’m hngh~ loud.

[The last word is practically a pant]

And you’re just ah so warm.

[He loves his nights with Wiley, he really does. They’re fun, they’re good release, they’re the only time he can see the man he loves without violence, but that man is ice cold. John’s not even sure he can produce his own body heat at this point, leading to an interesting, albeit strange sensation when his lover uses his tongue. A return to the norm is nice, the wet heat in between his thighs is wonderful.]

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

*Chris raised an eyebrow at the comment, stuttering in where he was sucking a hickey into John's hip. He knew he ran a bit warm from living in a colder state, but not to the point that anyone had ever said anything about it, so needless to say it raised a few different questions in his mind. He didn't ask them, but they were there.

He pulled back for a moment to coat his own fingers in spit, it wasn't the best lubricant but it'd have to do. As soon as they were slick enough to even consider prepping John his lips were back against his skin, pointer finger teasing around his rim carefully before pushing in.*

[john-macnamara]

[Already fairly desperate, John has to bite back a whine when Chris pulls away. He watches carefully, eyes widening when he realizes what the other man is doing. So soon, huh?

He gasps at the feeling of that same warmth against his hole. He clenches around the new intrusion in it, already moaning from just that little stimulation.]

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

*Chris watched every movement, every hitch of his breath, eyes half lidded as he listened to the noise John was making. He curled his finger carefully, trying his best not to hurt the man beneath him as he opened him up. Before he put the second digit in he kissed up a bit higher, tongue curling just a bit as he licked a stripe up John's dick, sucking the tip into his mouth without hesitation.*

[john-macnamara]

Fuck that’s good.

[The statement is barely audible under the much loader moans coming out of John’s mouth. He hasn’t been treated this gently in ages. It feels nice, not to be fucked into oblivion. Not to say that isn’t enjoyable, but still. This is more relaxing than he anticipated, and he’s enjoying every second of it.]

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

*Chris hummed softly in response to the sound of the younger man's voice, sinking further down on his cock with ease. He hollowed his cheeks, sucking softly. He didn't want this to end soon, but also the noises John was making were heavenly to listen to.

Chris' eyes fluttered shut as he stayed there, tongue flicking over the tip and swiping off any precum. His fingers spread insides of John, scissoring him open and making sure he was relaxed before the third one joined. He curled them upwards, looking to brush against the bundle of nerves awaiting him.*

[john-macnamara]

[John shifts his hips a bit, trying to get more friction against the fingers inside of him. He’d happily take more, but the sensation on his dick is pushing him quickly towards the edge.]

Would you mind if I rode you?

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

*Chris pulled off with a soft pop so he could speak, fingers slowly thrusting in and out of John to give him the friction he was squirming around for.*

Oh, yes, I'd be utterly distraught.

*Chris was joking of course, smiling up at John before letting out a soft chuckle. Still, despite his jest, he shifted around a bit, fingers pulling out and leaving him empty as he slid over onto the bed next to the General.

His belt clicked as he twisted the mechanism that kept it secure, possibly the nerdiest way a belt could be situated. The leather slipped out of his slacks beltloops with ease, dropping to the floor beside the bed with a soft 'clink'. Chris glanced over at John, raising a mocking eyebrow and giving him a playful sneer.*

Well? Get on with it, I don't have all day to play with you.

[john-macnamara]

[John always hates how empty he feels when something leave him. Hates how it reminds him of every other aspect of his life.

Still, he puts on a smile and moves to straddle Chris’ hips, and brings both his pants and undergarments down in one swift movement. Rather than immediately getting on, he swipes a tongue over his hand and begins stroking his wet hand up and down the man’s cock, just enough to get him moderately slick.]

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

*Chris let out a soft, sighing groan, abdomen flexing and twitching as he leaned back on his elbows. His hands came up to rest gently on John's hips, stroking over skin kindly in comparison to how he normally was with his lovers. He preferred the slower pace they were taking up, but it left his mind open to wander, which wasn't anything he ever enjoyed during his recreational time.*

[john-macnamara]

You are… so gorgeous.

[Taking it slow, John positions himself over Chris before slowly sinking down. He takes an inch at a time, stopping to adjust when he needs to. When he reaches the base, he sits there for a moment and just admires the man below him. He wonders how that silver hair would look in moonlight.]

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

*Chris was a bit annoyed at his own body once again betraying him, ears flushing pink at the compliment. He twitched inside of John, letting out a soft groan and wince as he finally stopped. His hands tightened where they sat, massaging into John's skin as he forced himself to stay completely still and let the younger man take the reigns when he felt ready.

He sighed softly, eyes looking up at him through partially smudged lenses. He considered reaching down to use his shirt to clean them, pull it up and let the other director score a glance at his chest, but decided against it, letting the dust on his glasses blur the light around John like a halo.

Sometimes, he wondered what it'd be like to look through the sight of another person, let them see his. He'd love to see what John sees, but then again, he couldn't properly look at himself in a mirror since the accident, why would viewing himself through his eyes be any different? Really, it went down to the root of wanting people to see the beauty in themselves through someone else, maybe that's what Chris wanted for himself. He didn't know anymore. He just wanted them back.*

You're absolutely stunning, you know?

*His voice was quiet, reserved. His brain power was more focused on overthinking and admiring the man on top of him than it was on actually expressing his thoughts.*

[john-macnamara]

Yeah. I do.

[John smiles. He’s always been good at playing up self confidence, especially when it makes him more attractive. Plus a beautiful man is complimenting him, why wouldn’t he smile?

He starts to move up Chris’ cock, only a few inches before sinking back down. He’s going slow for now, but with every rise he gets just a bit higher. It takes everything in John not to speed up when Chris rubs against him just right, but this is supposed to be slow and relaxing, so that’s what it’ll be.]

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

*Chris furrowed his brows at the comment, smirking softly at the ego radiating off of John's smile. It was enticing, he'd always been a fan of confidence, sometimes it was annoying, but it looked quite nice on the man straddling him.

Chris let out a careful groan, trying not to embarrass himself further with actually expressing how good John felt squeezing around him so early on. He rolled his hips up a bit, testing the waters to see if he was alright with him moving. He didn't want to harm him, so he was trying his best to go at the pace the younger man had set, following his lead as much as could. Unfortunately there were reasons he'd never been a soldier, he preferred to do things his own way.*

[john-macnamara]

[John picks up the pace with Chris’ obvious enjoyment, starting to move up and down even faster. Eventually it reaches the point where he’s going all the way from the base to the til, and he lets out a punched groan every time he goes back down.]

Couldn’t let me take care of you for a minute, huh?

[It’s said with a teasing smile]

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

What can I say, I enjoy the control. Besides, pretty boys like you shouldn't have to be working.

*Chris was less teasing than John, it genuinely was a control thing with him, that and the satisfaction of treating a partner with all the respect and attention he could give them.

His hands tightened where they rested on John's skin, no doubt hard enough to leave bruises. He would apologize for the roughness later, but their currents actions were clouding his thoughts. He used that crushing grip to help him along, pulling him down and rolling his hips up to meet each drop down.

Chris wasn't very loud during sex as a general rule, he preferred to listen to the other person, analyze them like an experiment. There was an advantage to it, always remembering the person he'd spent his time with, finding out exactly what make them shudder and scream. It pleased him to see the other person enjoying themself.

Still, John was doing a damn good job, soft groans and the occasionally quiet swear wringing out of Chris' throat. His head was tilted back just the slightest bit with the euphoria wracking his nerves, exposed, vulnerable, but that was the fun of it.*

You are very good at this, still, I think next time I'll have you on your knees.

*His voice was a low growl, like a promise.*

[john-macnamara]

[The comment sends a new rush of heat through John, and the sudden pace change doesn’t help either. Unlike Chris, he’s always been loud, so it’s not long before he’s moaning like a pornstar every time Chris thrusts into him.

He’d like to respond to that promise, he really would, but whatever he says comes out garbled and unintelligible. Half of John’s pleasure just comes from the sight of the man under him, the knowledge that he is doing well. So he keeps going, hoping for more praise along the way.]

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

*Chris' glasses were getting a bit foggy from the heat of the air around them and his own panting breaths, his hair was no doubt a wavy mess, the styling he did on it coming undone with their actions. On a particularly rough drop from John's end, Chris let out the loudest groan he had throughout the entire interaction, a soft, almost silent, whine following it. He blinked lowly up at the man reducing him to complete ruin, glasses low on his nose from the actions of their bodies moving in sync with each other.*

You're gorgeous, fuck- you're doing so good for me, darling.

[john-macnamara]

[John genuinely whimpers, the words lighting up something deep inside of him. He needs this, he needs the man below him to keep saying these sweet nothings. It’s not real, he knows that, but it is for this moment. Right now, he’s doing good and being praised for it, what more could he want?]

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

*Chris could feel how John twitched around him with the praise, was enthralled by the noise he made in response to it. One hand slid from it's bruising position on John's hip, finding purchase in where it squeezed his ass. Well manicured nails bit into his skin as Chris' nerves were set on fire by his rapidly approaching climax, his thoughts were quickly melting away with each minute ticking by, properly distracted from anything other than the fountain of beauty in front of him.*

You're doing wonderfully, just like that..

*His back was just the slightest bit arched, enjoying himself just as much as his counterpart. He swallowed thickly, groans escaping through gritted teeth.*

You're incredible, utterly perfect for me, darling.

[john-macnamara]

[At this point John’s coming fully undone, whining at every bit of praise. Heat builds up in the back of his stomach, and a few tears well in the corner of his eyes as he relentlessly keeps moving. It’s good, it’s so damn good.]

Fuck, ah- I’m close.

[The words are yet again barely audible through the strings of gibberish coming from John. He’s a mess, and it only took a few minutes to get him this way. A more delicate hand and a bit more time, and he could practically belong to Chris. For a short while, anyway.]

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

*Chris' eyes finally slid shut, eyebrows furrowed as he panted into the already warm air around them. Each noise, each reckless movement, everything about this was stripping nerves from his body and setting them on fire, sparking down into his internal organs. He clawed his nails down from where they had been sitting making indents in John's ass, hot red marks following as he applied what was just a bit too much pressure not to be painful to the average person.*

Me too, don't worry darling, let go. You've been such a good boy for me.

*Chris wasn't wholly aware of what exactly he was saying, words slipping from his lips like the only people he had ever loved slipped out of his heart and into the black.*

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

[John walks into D.I.C.K. HQ, approaching the front desk of the building, chin held high and back straight. So when he speaks with an air of total confidence, it’s really no surprise.]

Hello. My name is General John MacNamara of the United States Military, and I’m here to attend an audience with your director. Would you be so kind as to direct me on where to go?

[A lie, he doesn’t even know the director’s name. But the receptionist doesn’t need to know that, not if he acts every bit the self-sure General he should be.]

@john-macnamara

*A very bored looking 20ish year old man perked up at being spoken to, all of the other receptionists getting all the calls except him for some odd reason. The young man fixed his tie and smiled at John happily.*

Do you have some form of ID on you to confirm that? Also, which director of which sector? Most of them have meetings today and I would have to contact their receptionists to confirm anything.

*Ah yes, the joys of bureaucracy. Still, the young man got to quick work pulling up military employment files of men named John MacNamara, sorting through them quickly and pulling up the one that actually resembled the man. The receptionist didn't have clearance for anything besides John's rank, age, sex, and military ID.*

Ah, you're still the director of P.E.I.P?

[john-macnamara]

The director of this organization. Please, I’m on a time crunch. I really wouldn’t appreciate being made late.

[John takes out his military ID —not the P.E.I.P. one— and prepares to hand it over. He stops when this 20 year old kid mentions his organization, though. Taken aback, he freezes for a moment before responding]

I am, yes.

[He swaps his military ID for the registration card he uses with P.E.I.P., showing it to the kid as quickly as possible.]

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

*The guy gives John a skeptical look from how quickly he put his ID away but didn't say anything further since everything properly lined up in their records. He did some more typing and picked up his phone to contact Christina as quickly as possible even though he knew she was a busy lady.*

And you said you were here for Chris Stapleton...? Mhmm. Okay, hold on one moment, Sir.

*Christina picked up on the other line, flushing and being a bit girlish because she knew David couldn't see her even though they were speaking. It was known throughout all levels of the receptionists that David and Christina had crushes on each other, but they were really bad at realizing it themselves so everyone just kind of pushed them together on purpose.

Needless to say, David's ears also got a bit pink when she spoke.*

C: Hiya David, what can I do for you?

D: Oh! Uhm, nothing big, does Chris have anything on his schedule for meetings today?

C: Not that I can see but I can check if he's good with some walk-ins if you have someone that forgot to call ahead.

D: Oh, well, that'd be great! Thank you so much!

*The line went dead for a few moments as Christina called into his office to chat with him about it, a soft click coming back on as her voice rang though his headset again.*

C: Yup! Make sure to give whoever it is coming to meet with him an elite pass though, they won't be able to reach the top floor without it.

D: Of course, yeah, I know, thanks again, Christina.

C: No worries! Call anytime! U-hm, for work s-stuff I mean..

*The line went dead with a beep, David sat for a moment, face getting even more red as he quickly handed John an elite day pass.*

That should do just fine for today, elevators are over there.

[john-macnamara]

[Chris Stapleton, noted.

John watches the man progressively blush, hiding a chuckle under a cough. Ah, young love. But when the moment’s over, he quickly returns to his previous demeanor.]

Thank you, son. Have a good day.

[John enters the elevator and presses the button for the fortieth floor. By the time he emerges, he’s already considered everything he hates about this building. Mostly that it’s too damn warm. Still, he approaches Christina with a smile and a wave]

Hello, I believe I have a meeting with Mr. Stapleton.

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

*Christina looked up from where she was typing out a a staff party email, smiling softly.*

Ah you're our mystery man are you? Same one that requested the Newman file.

*She hadn't forgotten about the call from the other day about those classified documents, hadn't forgotten who had requested them either. She sighed gently, pressing an intercom button on her desk and rolling her eyes as a smooth voice rang out.*

Chris: Yes? Not another call from Howard, is it?

Christina: No. Your drop-in visitor is here already.

Chris: Ah, of course, send them in. Thank you.

*Christina let go of the small button and pressed a different one, the sliding metal and glass door to the man's office sliding open for John to pass through.*

Have a pleasant meeting

[john-macnamara]

And you’re that lovely receptionist I spoke to. I’m sorry again for my little outburst, it was entirely uncalled for.

[This is the first time John’s been genuine his entire time in this building, his smile dropping into a more neutral expression.

Still, once a few moments have passed, he plasters that smile back onto his face and walks through the door, not even addressing Chris before he starts talking.]

You know, for an organization seemingly set on knowing everything, a forty story tower seems like quite the oversight, don’t you think?

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

*Without missing a beat, Chris grinned as he silently poured a second glass of fine scotch.*

And yet, you didn't know we existed until you had to.

*Of course, he didn't 100% know that John hadn't known of them before he first requested a document, but it made sense considering what he knew of the General.

Chris was a salt and pepper haired man with somewhat faded freckles and lightly tanned skin, he wore a pair of glasses, a black turtleneck, brown slacks, and a grey overcoat.

The office was tidy, clear room to pace and discuss with a Cocobolo desk, a few plants, the odd tasteful painting, and metal framed skylights so Chris didn't have to waste energy on lighting during the day.*

[john-macnamara]

What makes you think that’s what I was judging?

[John looks over the man in front of him, eyes dropping a bit lower than strictly necessary. He’s intimidating, sure, but so is John. He might not be particularly tall or imposing in first glance, but his physique is obvious even through his shirt. The obvious musculature and the stoicism on his face combine to make him into quite the intimidating figure.]

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

*Chris raised an eyebrow as John not so subtly checked him out, chuckling at his response. He wasn't intimidated by this man, sure, he looked like he could probably fold Chris in half and toss him around, but he didn't get to where he was by being frightened by an appearance.

In response to John's very obvious glance over, Chris reacted in kind, staring down at the shorter man and letting his eyes rake over him. He took in ever detail, down to the fiber of his shirt's threads. He stalked over to him and handed him one of the glasses of scotch, nothing added, though the eyebags and obvious military stature made Chris think he wouldn't drink it either way.*

So, Mr. MacNamara, how can I help you? I'm sure you have some reason for getting yourself all the way over to Maine.

*He was aware that PEIP, more specifically the group of PEIP John and his nephew were apart of, were in a completely different state. So, he was assuming this was something of importance, otherwise he'd be fairly disappointed.*

[john-macnamara]

[It’s not terribly comfortable feeling this stranger’s eyes on him, but a shiver makes its way way up John’s spine nonetheless.

He looks distastefully at the glass, pushing it back into Chris’ hand.]

I’m not a whiskey man.

[The expression turns to Chris]

That’s General MacNamara to you, Mr. Stapleton. And I have a few questions for you, ones I expected to be answered.

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

*Chris shrugged and downed the glass he had initially poured for John, setting the glass on a coaster on his desk and taking a much softer sip of his own glass. He was unfazed by John's scowl, gentle, charismatic smile staying put on his lips.*

Well, General, I suppose you can properly address me as Professor if that's how we're playing this. Now, please, do ask, I'll answer to the best of my abilities.

[john-macnamara]

My apologies. You don’t strike me as a particularly learned man.

[He doesn’t sound terribly sorry]

Let’s make it simple. Why do you have a hold on one of my agent’s files?

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

*Chris outwardly laughed, smile stretching ear to ear as he chuckled over John's first statement. He wasn't at all offended or particularly upset, he found it quite funny consider his doctorate papers hung on the wall above his desk and the fact that nearly everyone he met had the complete opposite assessment.

He sipped his scotch again before answering, mulling over how he could answer this without upsetting this very already displeased man.*

I'm assuming you mean Norton Newman, yes? Well, he's under our care and jurisdiction, which means it's very important we keep his file safe and confidential.

[john-macnamara]

[Unfortunately, that sets John off further.]

You’ll have to explain to me how exactly one of my people is under your care. While we’re at it, I’d appreciate if you explained what exactly is wrong with Agent Newman that he managed to forget an entire day’s worth of events? Since he’s under your care, that is.

[He has a few theories towards Norton’s missing memories. Some being natural, others not so much. Either way, John has a good feeling that the man in front of him knows the truth]

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

It would seem that you already know why he's in our care then.

*Chris sighs, smile flickering down into a soft frown for a few moments. He was about to partially lie through his teeth, but it wasn't that he had anything against John, he just couldn't tell him about Norton much without having to explain things that actually were top secret.*

Mr. Newman has serious problems with false memory, short and long term amnesia, and dissociative disorder. His father and mother worked for this organization and when they died, followed by his brother, his mental state essentially shattered. With him left in the organization's care we do our best to help him through rough patches without furthering the damage caused by the trauma of losing his family so young.

*He took a long drag of his whiskey, staring at his own shoes and mentally noting to shine them later.*

It's a very fragile topic, so we don't allow many people to look at his file so we don't disrupt his already strewn about state of mind.

[john-macnamara]

[That seems not entirely implausible, but there are still a few points that nag at John]

You know, medical information is incredibly important, especially considering I’ve sent him out into the field. I’d assume you know this. So why would you let me do that, knowing he occasionally has flashes of memory loss? Especially if you’re his caretaker, more specifically, his father?

[He pauses for dramatic effect]

At least, that’s what your own file said.

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

*The thing was, no file ever stated that Chris had ever been Norton's guardian, especially not any file that John would be allowed to access. Chris doubled over, chuckling even harder than he had at the insult. He wiped a hand over his face, pinching the bridge of his nose.*

What file could that have been, hmm?

*Chris caught his breath after laughing so hard at the man's statement, sighing softly afterwards.*

No but more seriously, I had no clue he was being allowed into the field. As stated before, we don't monitor him at work for your organizations confidentiality and he never mentioned it to anyone. I'm terribly sorry about that, if I had known I would've contacted you and let you know. A grave oversight on my part. We were under the impression that he is only in charge of files, as the title 'Files Manager' suggests.

[john-macnamara]

[John catches his mistake as soon as it slips out of his mouth. Shit. He knows not to let his mouth run when he gets overconfident, but he did it anyway. A small bit of him is ticked off, however, when he mentions confidentiality]

My organization’s confidentiality? That’s rich, considering you have a file on me while I didn’t even know you existed. Seems that there’s a bit of a power imbalance there, don’t you think?

Oh, and I’m still quite stuck on why I cannot be given his file. You are his caretaker, I understand that you want to protect him. But I do assume you understand that I’m to be given his entire medical record and anything to look out for upon his hire, yes? It’s only the law.

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

Your file is only what any other organization would be able to know, simple as that.

*Chris raises an eyebrow at the mention of the law playing into this, because he knew for a fact there were exceptions to that supposed law.*

You wouldn't be entitled to that even if he wasn't under our care, besides it's our duty to keep his medical in check, not yours. You should have no reason to be checking his medical history anyways, but because he's been out in the field I can see why you're concerned.

Without requesting and having Mr. Newman consensually release his medical information to you or your organization there would be no law that gives you the freedom to access it. I'm assuming that most of your agents have given consent, however, I implore you to check your records for any physical confirmation of Mr. Newman allowing it.

If you'd like, I can have a copy of his medical history given to you just in case it's an emergency.

*Chris was once again not even the slightest bit frightened by John's ability to try and poke holes in things.*

[john-macnamara]

[John tilts his head, smiling a bit.]

That first part, that’s a lie. You know it.

[He ignores the second part, for now.]

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

I'm afraid it's not. Well, from what I know. Maybe other organizations simply don't know of you, like how you didn't know about us.

*Chris wasn't one to go back on a lie without proof, it could lead to some messy situations, not to mention the obvious bluff. He finished off his glass of whiskey, setting the glass down and going to sit at a leather arm chair to give himself a bit more space to relax now that the alcohol was settling into his system. He splayed out a bit, crossing his legs like an invitation and a refusal in one. He wanted to see just how far he could get this man to oblivion and frustration.*

[john-macnamara]

They do, because I introduced myself. Before that, I didn’t have any files on them, just like they didn’t have anything on me. You see how that works? Equal exchange.

[He explains the last part like he’s talking to a toddler.

Yet again, John’s eyes drop lower than they should. The slacks fit Chris well, too well. Just barely enough room for imagination, though that doesn’t help either.]

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

*Chris chuckled, tipping his head back to lean against the chair. He knew it was a compromising position to be in, throat easy to throttle or slit, Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed. He wanted John to know just how unthreatened he was by his presence, so much so that he would give him room to drain the soul from his body.*

Would you like an equal exchange then? Is that what this was meant to be about? Information about us to make you feel less left out?

*Chris enjoyed pushing buttons, which is why his were so hard to even brush, why poke the bear if you were susceptible to getting mauled? He uncrossed his legs, opening the stance even more, like he wanted John to be able to jump at him and tear him apart.*

[john-macnamara]

[You are not attracted to this man. You are not attracted to this man. You are not attracted to this man. Chris opens his legs. Okay you’re definitely attracted to this man.

Still, it’s not unlike John to work through his attraction, so he pushes on.]

Left out is a string term. Annoyed is better. I’d like to take you up on that offer regarding Newman’s medical information. You never know what could happen. And one other thing, if you don’t mind.

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

*Chris sighed softly, head tilting back down to look John in the eyes, smirk present. He raised both eyebrows like it was a challenge, hand coming up to readjust his glasses calmly.*

Of course, I'll have Christina handle the medical record for you, what 'other thing' did you have in mind?

*Chris pressed his tongue over his teeth, not for any particular reason, he just enjoyed watching how John seemed a bit tense. He was sure it was a mix between the actual conversation and everything else Chris was doing, either way, he was savoring it.

[john-macnamara]

[John begins to pace, sufficiently distracting himself from his burgeoning attraction to Chris by monologuing.]

In the early 1980s, an organization called D.A.N.G.E.R. fell apart. Don’t try to deny this, we both know it’s true. P.E.I.P. has very few records of them, but they all stop then, which is the same time frame wherein we were given plenty of their own files. Meaning, of course, that they collapsed. The thing is, though, your agent Newman and I discussed this, and we realized that the rest of D.A.N.G.E.R likely survived in some capacity or another.

I’m not asking for everything you have on them, far from it, but I need to know what you have on one specific thing. They gave us information on portals, ones that can travel both through dimensions and between them. But I suspect we’re not the only ones who got that information. Can you confirm, Director Stapleton, that you’re just as aware of the worlds beyond our own as we are?

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

*The mention of the portals made Chris tense this time, not the mention of D.A.N.G.E.R, no. The mention of portals specifically. He didn't let it show much, stance staying mostly relaxed and calm, but his hands clenched into fists for a short moment. He sighed, blinking softly and humming.*

Yes, D.I.C.K is aware of the portals and theories surrounding it. Am I to assume that P.E.I.P is the organization in charge of them? Never mind that, you're not the one meant to be answering questions. My apologies.

*It wasn't D.I.C.K's job to maintain or start up the portals, sure, they were also given access to the technology and information about them, but that wasn't why their organization existed.*

[john-macnamara]

[Hm, interesting. John notices the tenseness, mostly from recognizing his own reactions. The same near flinch he always reacts to Wilbur’s name with.]

You’re correct in that assumption, yes. I’d simply like to know if there’s anything you could hand over regarding them. In exchange, you get our own research. Tit for tat, an equal exchange.

[This is a risky endeavor and he knows it, but John’s almost entirely sure that D.I.C.K. knows whatever P.E.I.P. does. Or almost everything, he’s not dumb enough to let every bit of information slip.]

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

*Chris shrugged softly.*

What mine is yours, anything we have on portals is free for you to take, all you have to do is ask.

*Well, mostly everything. Chris couldn't give him the people lost to the portal or the dates theirs was activated for his own mental stability but he was genuine about everything else. He had no reason to withhold documents on the portals that John should already have, and he had no reason to really require what John had until he got everything working like he wanted it to.*

[john-macnamara]

Well, I’m asking then.

[John just wants them to get this over with. Then he can either go or at least get a proper distraction]

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

Well I didn't mean ask me specifically. That's not my job. I can hand you off to our man in charge of it later. Is there anything else you needed?

*Chris stared at him, eyes half lidded, partially from alcohol, partially from the annoyance of being reminded of the portal, and partially from general animalistic attraction. He leaned back into the chair a bit further, sighing softly, if he didn't need to be doing anyone or anything he would likely just take a nap on the sofa or even where he was in his chair. Sleeping was better than actuallly thinking in his experience.*

[john-macnamara]

Please do so.

[John gives Chris a once over yet again. He’s not going to outright say anything, but he doesn’t particularly want to end this conversation either]

That depends. Is there anything else you think I need?

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

I think you need a great many things, General, all of which I am willing to provide. That is, if you were hoping for some proper fun?

*His voice was a bit mocking with his title, he didn't actually care much for this man wandering into his office and demanding answers of him. He was also being a bit more forward than he should've been during work hours while in the actual building, but it wasn't like he had any known power over this man, so really it wasn't breaking any self made rules of the workspace.*

[john-macnamara]

[John doesn’t appreciate the obvious disrespect, but does unfortunately find his body feeling quite fond towards it. I mean, it’s not like he can do anything if we’re both occupied, right?]

I think fun is exactly what I’m looking for. The flight over here was awful stressful, you see.

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

*Chris didn't move, watching John from where he was sitting still, perfectly content with the air of the room like this.*

Well, I'm terribly sorry about that, maybe next time I'll come to you. Would you prefer a bed, or are you so tense that you'd like to take your relief against my desk?

[john-macnamara]

[John, on the other hand, is getting fairly twitchy. Heat floods his veins and with it comes the need to move]

That depends, how quick can we get to the bed?

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

*Chris smiled at him softly, gaze still just the slightest bit mocking. He stood from his chair with a gentle sigh, ever so graceful as he drifted back over to his desk and flicking a switch under the drawer. With a click and some whirring a panel in the floor opened, another identical bit of flooring popping out of the hole with a plush, silky, navy blue king sized bed sitting on top of it. It clicked a few more times before Chris sauntered over and sat on it, giving John a look.*

Well, I'm not sure, how fast can your legs move?

*Chris had designed the system that moved the bed in and out the most efficiently, he was fairly proud of himself for it. He felt the need to clarify that he took naps in his office but it didn't seem entirely appropriate, but he also didn't want this man to think that he ever planned on anything with his coworkers. It would be a gross misuse of power to ever be in a relationship with anyone in his organization considering he was the director and that wasn't something he would ever do, it simply wasn't moral.*

[john-macnamara]

[John returns a smile with a glare, though the only heat behind it is decidedly less antagonistic. He looks at the bed, furrowing his brow just a bit with something unrecognizable.]

You couldn’t have just had a simple pull out?

[Still, he saunters over, letting his hair down as he walks. Just before reaching Chris, however, John stops, waiting.]

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

I never pull out. Besides, it gave me a project to work on while I was figuring out the technology of it.

*Chris would be lying if he said he didn't enjoy the way John approached him, it was entertaining. Moderately enticing, attractive, and exceedingly fun to watch. Though when he stopped, Chris raised an eyebrow. He stood, stalking over, it was only a few steps for him, but then again, he was considerably taller than John. He stared down at him, hands landing on his shoulders before smoothing down to his hips.*

Is this alright? Or were you standing there waiting for something else?

[john-macnamara]

[The pun catches John off guard, getting a genuine laugh from him.]

I like you.

[With a smile, he takes Chris’ hand and brings it up to his lips, eyes roving over the man in front of him while he does so. Hyper aware of every movement he makes, John kisses the ring on Chris’ finger the way one might treat royalty. And who says chivalry is dead?]

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

*Chris was just the slightest bit taken aback, ears dusting red at John's action. That was his sister's ring, the one that matched on his other hand, one for each of them. Internally he scolded himself for reacting that way, it was embarrassing, really. It was just as shameful as the way his heart skipped at the sound of John's laugh, disgusting. He had moved past anything like that a long time ago, this was nothing, it was sex, mutual chemical attraction.

He smiled back softly, gaze softening just a bit, maybe subconsciously, maybe since he simply felt bad mocking this man. Either way, it was nice.*

I could say the same to you, you're quite the gentleman.

*Chris' free hand drifted a bit lower, hooking onto John's belt loop and pulling him a bit closer, a bit closer to him, a bit closer to the bed. He stared down at him, brown and green tracing over ever detail of John's face, committing it to memory.*

Shall we?

[john-macnamara]

I try.

[Praise is always nice, especially on the rare occasion it’s not sexual. So like any gentleman, he offers a charming grin, admiring the color of the other man’s eyes. It’s strange, he’s pretty sure they’re the same color, but one seems a bit more yellow than the other. It’s probably nothing.

No matter the orientation of them, they’re awful pretty. The right one makes him think of a crooked grin and heated wrestling. The left… let’s not think about that right now.]

Yes we shall.

[John places a chaste kiss on Chris’ neck, waiting for encouragement before continuing further.]

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

*Chris took his hand back from John's grip to gently comb it through his hair, not to his surprise, it was very soft just as it had looked. He used the careful grip on both parts of John to spin them around, nice and slow, crowding him back onto the bed and laying him down delicately on the plush surface.

Following John's lead in a way, he ducked down, pressing a few kisses to his pulse and nudging his legs open. His hands landed back on his hips, fingers working their way under the fabric of his shirt to trail up his sides and map out rough skin.*

You are quite the sight to behold, very handsome.

*So maybe Chris was a bit more old fashioned with how he praised and complimented in the bedroom, but in all fairness he was a whole 20 years older than the man under him.*

[john-macnamara]

[This time John doesn’t just laugh, but giggles, eyes crinkling at the corners. He shivers as callused hands trace over his skin, a multitude of scars tangible all along his torso.]

I’d have to say the same. You’re absolutely gorgeous for a ninety year old.

[An obvious joke, as evidenced by the sharp grin on John’s face]

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

*Chris chuckled, a genuine laugh, not the mocking one it normally was. The smile on his face was soft, dimples matching his freckles and making him almost look youthful again.*

Well excuse you, young man, I am 64. I'm not ancient yet.

*His hands tightened around John's sides, pulling him further onto the bed. Deft fingers snuck down and popped the button of the younger man's pants, gently teasing along the waistband of his boxers.

He pressed a kiss to the smile lines of John's face, hot breath ghosting over his skin.*

Is this still okay?

*He was being genuine, he had no want to do this with an unwilling party.*

[john-macnamara]

And I am not young! I’m 44, I just don’t look it.

[John isn’t normally one to be easy in bed, but he’s unsure how Chris’ll react if he gets too bratty. So he’ll stay relatively vanilla, for now, at least.]

Very.

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

And I'm still old enough to be your dad.

*He slipped John's pants off with ease, keeping the shirt on for now since he had felt a good bit of scarring and wasn't sure if he wanted that on display. His hands ran up and down John's legs, landing on his inner thighs and gently spreading them apart. He started with a kiss just above his knee, then a few inches higher, then Chris pressed his tongue against the muscle, licking a stripe up his skin and nipping at it between kisses.*

[john-macnamara]

[That makes John chuckle a bit, something sparkling in his eyes.

He offers little resistance when Chris opens his legs. Rather, he keens when lips touch his skin, always sensitive down there. The noises increase in frequency the further up he goes, scattered praise intermingled with whines and moans.]

God, that’s so good.

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

*Chris hummed softly against his thighs, keeping a hand there to stroke up and down his skin. He moved a bit higher, kissing the small bit of happy trail visible before working on pulling down his boxers with his teeth. He got them pulled down to mid thigh with ease, skilled in his quick work of John's clothing. He left go of the muscle he was holding onto to pull them all the way off, tongue sliding against the free expanse of rough tissue, stopping to suck marks into the dips of bone and skin.*

You sound beautiful, I've barely done anything to you, darling.

*His voice was a low whisper, vibrating against John's hide, only for him to hear, only for him to enjoy. Just him.*

[john-macnamara]

[Looking down, John smiles. This grandpa should not be so sexy, and yet he is. He feels a bit bad, not doing any work right now, but hey, he’s a damn good rider.]

I can’t help that I’m hngh~ loud.

[The last word is practically a pant]

And you’re just ah so warm.

[He loves his nights with Wiley, he really does. They’re fun, they’re good release, they’re the only time he can see the man he loves without violence, but that man is ice cold. John’s not even sure he can produce his own body heat at this point, leading to an interesting, albeit strange sensation when his lover uses his tongue. A return to the norm is nice, the wet heat in between his thighs is wonderful.]

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

*Chris raised an eyebrow at the comment, stuttering in where he was sucking a hickey into John's hip. He knew he ran a bit warm from living in a colder state, but not to the point that anyone had ever said anything about it, so needless to say it raised a few different questions in his mind. He didn't ask them, but they were there.

He pulled back for a moment to coat his own fingers in spit, it wasn't the best lubricant but it'd have to do. As soon as they were slick enough to even consider prepping John his lips were back against his skin, pointer finger teasing around his rim carefully before pushing in.*

[john-macnamara]

[Already fairly desperate, John has to bite back a whine when Chris pulls away. He watches carefully, eyes widening when he realizes what the other man is doing. So soon, huh?

He gasps at the feeling of that same warmth against his hole. He clenches around the new intrusion in it, already moaning from just that little stimulation.]

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

*Chris watched every movement, every hitch of his breath, eyes half lidded as he listened to the noise John was making. He curled his finger carefully, trying his best not to hurt the man beneath him as he opened him up. Before he put the second digit in he kissed up a bit higher, tongue curling just a bit as he licked a stripe up John's dick, sucking the tip into his mouth without hesitation.*

[john-macnamara]

Fuck that’s good.

[The statement is barely audible under the much loader moans coming out of John’s mouth. He hasn’t been treated this gently in ages. It feels nice, not to be fucked into oblivion. Not to say that isn’t enjoyable, but still. This is more relaxing than he anticipated, and he’s enjoying every second of it.]

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

*Chris hummed softly in response to the sound of the younger man's voice, sinking further down on his cock with ease. He hollowed his cheeks, sucking softly. He didn't want this to end soon, but also the noises John was making were heavenly to listen to.

Chris' eyes fluttered shut as he stayed there, tongue flicking over the tip and swiping off any precum. His fingers spread insides of John, scissoring him open and making sure he was relaxed before the third one joined. He curled them upwards, looking to brush against the bundle of nerves awaiting him.*

[john-macnamara]

[John shifts his hips a bit, trying to get more friction against the fingers inside of him. He’d happily take more, but the sensation on his dick is pushing him quickly towards the edge.]

Would you mind if I rode you?

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

*Chris pulled off with a soft pop so he could speak, fingers slowly thrusting in and out of John to give him the friction he was squirming around for.*

Oh, yes, I'd be utterly distraught.

*Chris was joking of course, smiling up at John before letting out a soft chuckle. Still, despite his jest, he shifted around a bit, fingers pulling out and leaving him empty as he slid over onto the bed next to the General.

His belt clicked as he twisted the mechanism that kept it secure, possibly the nerdiest way a belt could be situated. The leather slipped out of his slacks beltloops with ease, dropping to the floor beside the bed with a soft 'clink'. Chris glanced over at John, raising a mocking eyebrow and giving him a playful sneer.*

Well? Get on with it, I don't have all day to play with you.

[john-macnamara]

[John always hates how empty he feels when something leave him. Hates how it reminds him of every other aspect of his life.

Still, he puts on a smile and moves to straddle Chris’ hips, and brings both his pants and undergarments down in one swift movement. Rather than immediately getting on, he swipes a tongue over his hand and begins stroking his wet hand up and down the man’s cock, just enough to get him moderately slick.]

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

*Chris let out a soft, sighing groan, abdomen flexing and twitching as he leaned back on his elbows. His hands came up to rest gently on John's hips, stroking over skin kindly in comparison to how he normally was with his lovers. He preferred the slower pace they were taking up, but it left his mind open to wander, which wasn't anything he ever enjoyed during his recreational time.*

[john-macnamara]

You are… so gorgeous.

[Taking it slow, John positions himself over Chris before slowly sinking down. He takes an inch at a time, stopping to adjust when he needs to. When he reaches the base, he sits there for a moment and just admires the man below him. He wonders how that silver hair would look in moonlight.]

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

*Chris was a bit annoyed at his own body once again betraying him, ears flushing pink at the compliment. He twitched inside of John, letting out a soft groan and wince as he finally stopped. His hands tightened where they sat, massaging into John's skin as he forced himself to stay completely still and let the younger man take the reigns when he felt ready.

He sighed softly, eyes looking up at him through partially smudged lenses. He considered reaching down to use his shirt to clean them, pull it up and let the other director score a glance at his chest, but decided against it, letting the dust on his glasses blur the light around John like a halo.

Sometimes, he wondered what it'd be like to look through the sight of another person, let them see his. He'd love to see what John sees, but then again, he couldn't properly look at himself in a mirror since the accident, why would viewing himself through his eyes be any different? Really, it went down to the root of wanting people to see the beauty in themselves through someone else, maybe that's what Chris wanted for himself. He didn't know anymore. He just wanted them back.*

You're absolutely stunning, you know?

*His voice was quiet, reserved. His brain power was more focused on overthinking and admiring the man on top of him than it was on actually expressing his thoughts.*

[john-macnamara]

Yeah. I do.

[John smiles. He’s always been good at playing up self confidence, especially when it makes him more attractive. Plus a beautiful man is complimenting him, why wouldn’t he smile?

He starts to move up Chris’ cock, only a few inches before sinking back down. He’s going slow for now, but with every rise he gets just a bit higher. It takes everything in John not to speed up when Chris rubs against him just right, but this is supposed to be slow and relaxing, so that’s what it’ll be.]

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

*Chris furrowed his brows at the comment, smirking softly at the ego radiating off of John's smile. It was enticing, he'd always been a fan of confidence, sometimes it was annoying, but it looked quite nice on the man straddling him.

Chris let out a careful groan, trying not to embarrass himself further with actually expressing how good John felt squeezing around him so early on. He rolled his hips up a bit, testing the waters to see if he was alright with him moving. He didn't want to harm him, so he was trying his best to go at the pace the younger man had set, following his lead as much as could. Unfortunately there were reasons he'd never been a soldier, he preferred to do things his own way.*

[john-macnamara]

[John picks up the pace with Chris’ obvious enjoyment, starting to move up and down even faster. Eventually it reaches the point where he’s going all the way from the base to the til, and he lets out a punched groan every time he goes back down.]

Couldn’t let me take care of you for a minute, huh?

[It’s said with a teasing smile]

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

What can I say, I enjoy the control. Besides, pretty boys like you shouldn't have to be working.

*Chris was less teasing than John, it genuinely was a control thing with him, that and the satisfaction of treating a partner with all the respect and attention he could give them.

His hands tightened where they rested on John's skin, no doubt hard enough to leave bruises. He would apologize for the roughness later, but their currents actions were clouding his thoughts. He used that crushing grip to help him along, pulling him down and rolling his hips up to meet each drop down.

Chris wasn't very loud during sex as a general rule, he preferred to listen to the other person, analyze them like an experiment. There was an advantage to it, always remembering the person he'd spent his time with, finding out exactly what make them shudder and scream. It pleased him to see the other person enjoying themself.

Still, John was doing a damn good job, soft groans and the occasionally quiet swear wringing out of Chris' throat. His head was tilted back just the slightest bit with the euphoria wracking his nerves, exposed, vulnerable, but that was the fun of it.*

You are very good at this, still, I think next time I'll have you on your knees.

*His voice was a low growl, like a promise.*

[john-macnamara]

[The comment sends a new rush of heat through John, and the sudden pace change doesn’t help either. Unlike Chris, he’s always been loud, so it’s not long before he’s moaning like a pornstar every time Chris thrusts into him.

He’d like to respond to that promise, he really would, but whatever he says comes out garbled and unintelligible. Half of John’s pleasure just comes from the sight of the man under him, the knowledge that he is doing well. So he keeps going, hoping for more praise along the way.]

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

*Chris' glasses were getting a bit foggy from the heat of the air around them and his own panting breaths, his hair was no doubt a wavy mess, the styling he did on it coming undone with their actions. On a particularly rough drop from John's end, Chris let out the loudest groan he had throughout the entire interaction, a soft, almost silent, whine following it. He blinked lowly up at the man reducing him to complete ruin, glasses low on his nose from the actions of their bodies moving in sync with each other.*

You're gorgeous, fuck- you're doing so good for me, darling.

[john-macnamara]

[John genuinely whimpers, the words lighting up something deep inside of him. He needs this, he needs the man below him to keep saying these sweet nothings. It’s not real, he knows that, but it is for this moment. Right now, he’s doing good and being praised for it, what more could he want?]

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

*Chris could feel how John twitched around him with the praise, was enthralled by the noise he made in response to it. One hand slid from it's bruising position on John's hip, finding purchase in where it squeezed his ass. Well manicured nails bit into his skin as Chris' nerves were set on fire by his rapidly approaching climax, his thoughts were quickly melting away with each minute ticking by, properly distracted from anything other than the fountain of beauty in front of him.*

You're doing wonderfully, just like that..

*His back was just the slightest bit arched, enjoying himself just as much as his counterpart. He swallowed thickly, groans escaping through gritted teeth.*

You're incredible, utterly perfect for me, darling.

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

[John walks into D.I.C.K. HQ, approaching the front desk of the building, chin held high and back straight. So when he speaks with an air of total confidence, it’s really no surprise.]

Hello. My name is General John MacNamara of the United States Military, and I’m here to attend an audience with your director. Would you be so kind as to direct me on where to go?

[A lie, he doesn’t even know the director’s name. But the receptionist doesn’t need to know that, not if he acts every bit the self-sure General he should be.]

@john-macnamara

*A very bored looking 20ish year old man perked up at being spoken to, all of the other receptionists getting all the calls except him for some odd reason. The young man fixed his tie and smiled at John happily.*

Do you have some form of ID on you to confirm that? Also, which director of which sector? Most of them have meetings today and I would have to contact their receptionists to confirm anything.

*Ah yes, the joys of bureaucracy. Still, the young man got to quick work pulling up military employment files of men named John MacNamara, sorting through them quickly and pulling up the one that actually resembled the man. The receptionist didn't have clearance for anything besides John's rank, age, sex, and military ID.*

Ah, you're still the director of P.E.I.P?

[john-macnamara]

The director of this organization. Please, I’m on a time crunch. I really wouldn’t appreciate being made late.

[John takes out his military ID —not the P.E.I.P. one— and prepares to hand it over. He stops when this 20 year old kid mentions his organization, though. Taken aback, he freezes for a moment before responding]

I am, yes.

[He swaps his military ID for the registration card he uses with P.E.I.P., showing it to the kid as quickly as possible.]

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

*The guy gives John a skeptical look from how quickly he put his ID away but didn't say anything further since everything properly lined up in their records. He did some more typing and picked up his phone to contact Christina as quickly as possible even though he knew she was a busy lady.*

And you said you were here for Chris Stapleton...? Mhmm. Okay, hold on one moment, Sir.

*Christina picked up on the other line, flushing and being a bit girlish because she knew David couldn't see her even though they were speaking. It was known throughout all levels of the receptionists that David and Christina had crushes on each other, but they were really bad at realizing it themselves so everyone just kind of pushed them together on purpose.

Needless to say, David's ears also got a bit pink when she spoke.*

C: Hiya David, what can I do for you?

D: Oh! Uhm, nothing big, does Chris have anything on his schedule for meetings today?

C: Not that I can see but I can check if he's good with some walk-ins if you have someone that forgot to call ahead.

D: Oh, well, that'd be great! Thank you so much!

*The line went dead for a few moments as Christina called into his office to chat with him about it, a soft click coming back on as her voice rang though his headset again.*

C: Yup! Make sure to give whoever it is coming to meet with him an elite pass though, they won't be able to reach the top floor without it.

D: Of course, yeah, I know, thanks again, Christina.

C: No worries! Call anytime! U-hm, for work s-stuff I mean..

*The line went dead with a beep, David sat for a moment, face getting even more red as he quickly handed John an elite day pass.*

That should do just fine for today, elevators are over there.

[john-macnamara]

[Chris Stapleton, noted.

John watches the man progressively blush, hiding a chuckle under a cough. Ah, young love. But when the moment’s over, he quickly returns to his previous demeanor.]

Thank you, son. Have a good day.

[John enters the elevator and presses the button for the fortieth floor. By the time he emerges, he’s already considered everything he hates about this building. Mostly that it’s too damn warm. Still, he approaches Christina with a smile and a wave]

Hello, I believe I have a meeting with Mr. Stapleton.

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

*Christina looked up from where she was typing out a a staff party email, smiling softly.*

Ah you're our mystery man are you? Same one that requested the Newman file.

*She hadn't forgotten about the call from the other day about those classified documents, hadn't forgotten who had requested them either. She sighed gently, pressing an intercom button on her desk and rolling her eyes as a smooth voice rang out.*

Chris: Yes? Not another call from Howard, is it?

Christina: No. Your drop-in visitor is here already.

Chris: Ah, of course, send them in. Thank you.

*Christina let go of the small button and pressed a different one, the sliding metal and glass door to the man's office sliding open for John to pass through.*

Have a pleasant meeting

[john-macnamara]

And you’re that lovely receptionist I spoke to. I’m sorry again for my little outburst, it was entirely uncalled for.

[This is the first time John’s been genuine his entire time in this building, his smile dropping into a more neutral expression.

Still, once a few moments have passed, he plasters that smile back onto his face and walks through the door, not even addressing Chris before he starts talking.]

You know, for an organization seemingly set on knowing everything, a forty story tower seems like quite the oversight, don’t you think?

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

*Without missing a beat, Chris grinned as he silently poured a second glass of fine scotch.*

And yet, you didn't know we existed until you had to.

*Of course, he didn't 100% know that John hadn't known of them before he first requested a document, but it made sense considering what he knew of the General.

Chris was a salt and pepper haired man with somewhat faded freckles and lightly tanned skin, he wore a pair of glasses, a black turtleneck, brown slacks, and a grey overcoat.

The office was tidy, clear room to pace and discuss with a Cocobolo desk, a few plants, the odd tasteful painting, and metal framed skylights so Chris didn't have to waste energy on lighting during the day.*

[john-macnamara]

What makes you think that’s what I was judging?

[John looks over the man in front of him, eyes dropping a bit lower than strictly necessary. He’s intimidating, sure, but so is John. He might not be particularly tall or imposing in first glance, but his physique is obvious even through his shirt. The obvious musculature and the stoicism on his face combine to make him into quite the intimidating figure.]

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

*Chris raised an eyebrow as John not so subtly checked him out, chuckling at his response. He wasn't intimidated by this man, sure, he looked like he could probably fold Chris in half and toss him around, but he didn't get to where he was by being frightened by an appearance.

In response to John's very obvious glance over, Chris reacted in kind, staring down at the shorter man and letting his eyes rake over him. He took in ever detail, down to the fiber of his shirt's threads. He stalked over to him and handed him one of the glasses of scotch, nothing added, though the eyebags and obvious military stature made Chris think he wouldn't drink it either way.*

So, Mr. MacNamara, how can I help you? I'm sure you have some reason for getting yourself all the way over to Maine.

*He was aware that PEIP, more specifically the group of PEIP John and his nephew were apart of, were in a completely different state. So, he was assuming this was something of importance, otherwise he'd be fairly disappointed.*

[john-macnamara]

[It’s not terribly comfortable feeling this stranger’s eyes on him, but a shiver makes its way way up John’s spine nonetheless.

He looks distastefully at the glass, pushing it back into Chris’ hand.]

I’m not a whiskey man.

[The expression turns to Chris]

That’s General MacNamara to you, Mr. Stapleton. And I have a few questions for you, ones I expected to be answered.

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

*Chris shrugged and downed the glass he had initially poured for John, setting the glass on a coaster on his desk and taking a much softer sip of his own glass. He was unfazed by John's scowl, gentle, charismatic smile staying put on his lips.*

Well, General, I suppose you can properly address me as Professor if that's how we're playing this. Now, please, do ask, I'll answer to the best of my abilities.

[john-macnamara]

My apologies. You don’t strike me as a particularly learned man.

[He doesn’t sound terribly sorry]

Let’s make it simple. Why do you have a hold on one of my agent’s files?

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

*Chris outwardly laughed, smile stretching ear to ear as he chuckled over John's first statement. He wasn't at all offended or particularly upset, he found it quite funny consider his doctorate papers hung on the wall above his desk and the fact that nearly everyone he met had the complete opposite assessment.

He sipped his scotch again before answering, mulling over how he could answer this without upsetting this very already displeased man.*

I'm assuming you mean Norton Newman, yes? Well, he's under our care and jurisdiction, which means it's very important we keep his file safe and confidential.

[john-macnamara]

[Unfortunately, that sets John off further.]

You’ll have to explain to me how exactly one of my people is under your care. While we’re at it, I’d appreciate if you explained what exactly is wrong with Agent Newman that he managed to forget an entire day’s worth of events? Since he’s under your care, that is.

[He has a few theories towards Norton’s missing memories. Some being natural, others not so much. Either way, John has a good feeling that the man in front of him knows the truth]

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

It would seem that you already know why he's in our care then.

*Chris sighs, smile flickering down into a soft frown for a few moments. He was about to partially lie through his teeth, but it wasn't that he had anything against John, he just couldn't tell him about Norton much without having to explain things that actually were top secret.*

Mr. Newman has serious problems with false memory, short and long term amnesia, and dissociative disorder. His father and mother worked for this organization and when they died, followed by his brother, his mental state essentially shattered. With him left in the organization's care we do our best to help him through rough patches without furthering the damage caused by the trauma of losing his family so young.

*He took a long drag of his whiskey, staring at his own shoes and mentally noting to shine them later.*

It's a very fragile topic, so we don't allow many people to look at his file so we don't disrupt his already strewn about state of mind.

[john-macnamara]

[That seems not entirely implausible, but there are still a few points that nag at John]

You know, medical information is incredibly important, especially considering I’ve sent him out into the field. I’d assume you know this. So why would you let me do that, knowing he occasionally has flashes of memory loss? Especially if you’re his caretaker, more specifically, his father?

[He pauses for dramatic effect]

At least, that’s what your own file said.

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

*The thing was, no file ever stated that Chris had ever been Norton's guardian, especially not any file that John would be allowed to access. Chris doubled over, chuckling even harder than he had at the insult. He wiped a hand over his face, pinching the bridge of his nose.*

What file could that have been, hmm?

*Chris caught his breath after laughing so hard at the man's statement, sighing softly afterwards.*

No but more seriously, I had no clue he was being allowed into the field. As stated before, we don't monitor him at work for your organizations confidentiality and he never mentioned it to anyone. I'm terribly sorry about that, if I had known I would've contacted you and let you know. A grave oversight on my part. We were under the impression that he is only in charge of files, as the title 'Files Manager' suggests.

[john-macnamara]

[John catches his mistake as soon as it slips out of his mouth. Shit. He knows not to let his mouth run when he gets overconfident, but he did it anyway. A small bit of him is ticked off, however, when he mentions confidentiality]

My organization’s confidentiality? That’s rich, considering you have a file on me while I didn’t even know you existed. Seems that there’s a bit of a power imbalance there, don’t you think?

Oh, and I’m still quite stuck on why I cannot be given his file. You are his caretaker, I understand that you want to protect him. But I do assume you understand that I’m to be given his entire medical record and anything to look out for upon his hire, yes? It’s only the law.

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

Your file is only what any other organization would be able to know, simple as that.

*Chris raises an eyebrow at the mention of the law playing into this, because he knew for a fact there were exceptions to that supposed law.*

You wouldn't be entitled to that even if he wasn't under our care, besides it's our duty to keep his medical in check, not yours. You should have no reason to be checking his medical history anyways, but because he's been out in the field I can see why you're concerned.

Without requesting and having Mr. Newman consensually release his medical information to you or your organization there would be no law that gives you the freedom to access it. I'm assuming that most of your agents have given consent, however, I implore you to check your records for any physical confirmation of Mr. Newman allowing it.

If you'd like, I can have a copy of his medical history given to you just in case it's an emergency.

*Chris was once again not even the slightest bit frightened by John's ability to try and poke holes in things.*

[john-macnamara]

[John tilts his head, smiling a bit.]

That first part, that’s a lie. You know it.

[He ignores the second part, for now.]

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

I'm afraid it's not. Well, from what I know. Maybe other organizations simply don't know of you, like how you didn't know about us.

*Chris wasn't one to go back on a lie without proof, it could lead to some messy situations, not to mention the obvious bluff. He finished off his glass of whiskey, setting the glass down and going to sit at a leather arm chair to give himself a bit more space to relax now that the alcohol was settling into his system. He splayed out a bit, crossing his legs like an invitation and a refusal in one. He wanted to see just how far he could get this man to oblivion and frustration.*

[john-macnamara]

They do, because I introduced myself. Before that, I didn’t have any files on them, just like they didn’t have anything on me. You see how that works? Equal exchange.

[He explains the last part like he’s talking to a toddler.

Yet again, John’s eyes drop lower than they should. The slacks fit Chris well, too well. Just barely enough room for imagination, though that doesn’t help either.]

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

*Chris chuckled, tipping his head back to lean against the chair. He knew it was a compromising position to be in, throat easy to throttle or slit, Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed. He wanted John to know just how unthreatened he was by his presence, so much so that he would give him room to drain the soul from his body.*

Would you like an equal exchange then? Is that what this was meant to be about? Information about us to make you feel less left out?

*Chris enjoyed pushing buttons, which is why his were so hard to even brush, why poke the bear if you were susceptible to getting mauled? He uncrossed his legs, opening the stance even more, like he wanted John to be able to jump at him and tear him apart.*

[john-macnamara]

[You are not attracted to this man. You are not attracted to this man. You are not attracted to this man. Chris opens his legs. Okay you’re definitely attracted to this man.

Still, it’s not unlike John to work through his attraction, so he pushes on.]

Left out is a string term. Annoyed is better. I’d like to take you up on that offer regarding Newman’s medical information. You never know what could happen. And one other thing, if you don’t mind.

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

*Chris sighed softly, head tilting back down to look John in the eyes, smirk present. He raised both eyebrows like it was a challenge, hand coming up to readjust his glasses calmly.*

Of course, I'll have Christina handle the medical record for you, what 'other thing' did you have in mind?

*Chris pressed his tongue over his teeth, not for any particular reason, he just enjoyed watching how John seemed a bit tense. He was sure it was a mix between the actual conversation and everything else Chris was doing, either way, he was savoring it.

[john-macnamara]

[John begins to pace, sufficiently distracting himself from his burgeoning attraction to Chris by monologuing.]

In the early 1980s, an organization called D.A.N.G.E.R. fell apart. Don’t try to deny this, we both know it’s true. P.E.I.P. has very few records of them, but they all stop then, which is the same time frame wherein we were given plenty of their own files. Meaning, of course, that they collapsed. The thing is, though, your agent Newman and I discussed this, and we realized that the rest of D.A.N.G.E.R likely survived in some capacity or another.

I’m not asking for everything you have on them, far from it, but I need to know what you have on one specific thing. They gave us information on portals, ones that can travel both through dimensions and between them. But I suspect we’re not the only ones who got that information. Can you confirm, Director Stapleton, that you’re just as aware of the worlds beyond our own as we are?

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

*The mention of the portals made Chris tense this time, not the mention of D.A.N.G.E.R, no. The mention of portals specifically. He didn't let it show much, stance staying mostly relaxed and calm, but his hands clenched into fists for a short moment. He sighed, blinking softly and humming.*

Yes, D.I.C.K is aware of the portals and theories surrounding it. Am I to assume that P.E.I.P is the organization in charge of them? Never mind that, you're not the one meant to be answering questions. My apologies.

*It wasn't D.I.C.K's job to maintain or start up the portals, sure, they were also given access to the technology and information about them, but that wasn't why their organization existed.*

[john-macnamara]

[Hm, interesting. John notices the tenseness, mostly from recognizing his own reactions. The same near flinch he always reacts to Wilbur’s name with.]

You’re correct in that assumption, yes. I’d simply like to know if there’s anything you could hand over regarding them. In exchange, you get our own research. Tit for tat, an equal exchange.

[This is a risky endeavor and he knows it, but John’s almost entirely sure that D.I.C.K. knows whatever P.E.I.P. does. Or almost everything, he’s not dumb enough to let every bit of information slip.]

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

*Chris shrugged softly.*

What mine is yours, anything we have on portals is free for you to take, all you have to do is ask.

*Well, mostly everything. Chris couldn't give him the people lost to the portal or the dates theirs was activated for his own mental stability but he was genuine about everything else. He had no reason to withhold documents on the portals that John should already have, and he had no reason to really require what John had until he got everything working like he wanted it to.*

[john-macnamara]

Well, I’m asking then.

[John just wants them to get this over with. Then he can either go or at least get a proper distraction]

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

Well I didn't mean ask me specifically. That's not my job. I can hand you off to our man in charge of it later. Is there anything else you needed?

*Chris stared at him, eyes half lidded, partially from alcohol, partially from the annoyance of being reminded of the portal, and partially from general animalistic attraction. He leaned back into the chair a bit further, sighing softly, if he didn't need to be doing anyone or anything he would likely just take a nap on the sofa or even where he was in his chair. Sleeping was better than actuallly thinking in his experience.*

[john-macnamara]

Please do so.

[John gives Chris a once over yet again. He’s not going to outright say anything, but he doesn’t particularly want to end this conversation either]

That depends. Is there anything else you think I need?

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

I think you need a great many things, General, all of which I am willing to provide. That is, if you were hoping for some proper fun?

*His voice was a bit mocking with his title, he didn't actually care much for this man wandering into his office and demanding answers of him. He was also being a bit more forward than he should've been during work hours while in the actual building, but it wasn't like he had any known power over this man, so really it wasn't breaking any self made rules of the workspace.*

[john-macnamara]

[John doesn’t appreciate the obvious disrespect, but does unfortunately find his body feeling quite fond towards it. I mean, it’s not like he can do anything if we’re both occupied, right?]

I think fun is exactly what I’m looking for. The flight over here was awful stressful, you see.

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

*Chris didn't move, watching John from where he was sitting still, perfectly content with the air of the room like this.*

Well, I'm terribly sorry about that, maybe next time I'll come to you. Would you prefer a bed, or are you so tense that you'd like to take your relief against my desk?

[john-macnamara]

[John, on the other hand, is getting fairly twitchy. Heat floods his veins and with it comes the need to move]

That depends, how quick can we get to the bed?

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

*Chris smiled at him softly, gaze still just the slightest bit mocking. He stood from his chair with a gentle sigh, ever so graceful as he drifted back over to his desk and flicking a switch under the drawer. With a click and some whirring a panel in the floor opened, another identical bit of flooring popping out of the hole with a plush, silky, navy blue king sized bed sitting on top of it. It clicked a few more times before Chris sauntered over and sat on it, giving John a look.*

Well, I'm not sure, how fast can your legs move?

*Chris had designed the system that moved the bed in and out the most efficiently, he was fairly proud of himself for it. He felt the need to clarify that he took naps in his office but it didn't seem entirely appropriate, but he also didn't want this man to think that he ever planned on anything with his coworkers. It would be a gross misuse of power to ever be in a relationship with anyone in his organization considering he was the director and that wasn't something he would ever do, it simply wasn't moral.*

[john-macnamara]

[John returns a smile with a glare, though the only heat behind it is decidedly less antagonistic. He looks at the bed, furrowing his brow just a bit with something unrecognizable.]

You couldn’t have just had a simple pull out?

[Still, he saunters over, letting his hair down as he walks. Just before reaching Chris, however, John stops, waiting.]

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

I never pull out. Besides, it gave me a project to work on while I was figuring out the technology of it.

*Chris would be lying if he said he didn't enjoy the way John approached him, it was entertaining. Moderately enticing, attractive, and exceedingly fun to watch. Though when he stopped, Chris raised an eyebrow. He stood, stalking over, it was only a few steps for him, but then again, he was considerably taller than John. He stared down at him, hands landing on his shoulders before smoothing down to his hips.*

Is this alright? Or were you standing there waiting for something else?

[john-macnamara]

[The pun catches John off guard, getting a genuine laugh from him.]

I like you.

[With a smile, he takes Chris’ hand and brings it up to his lips, eyes roving over the man in front of him while he does so. Hyper aware of every movement he makes, John kisses the ring on Chris’ finger the way one might treat royalty. And who says chivalry is dead?]

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

*Chris was just the slightest bit taken aback, ears dusting red at John's action. That was his sister's ring, the one that matched on his other hand, one for each of them. Internally he scolded himself for reacting that way, it was embarrassing, really. It was just as shameful as the way his heart skipped at the sound of John's laugh, disgusting. He had moved past anything like that a long time ago, this was nothing, it was sex, mutual chemical attraction.

He smiled back softly, gaze softening just a bit, maybe subconsciously, maybe since he simply felt bad mocking this man. Either way, it was nice.*

I could say the same to you, you're quite the gentleman.

*Chris' free hand drifted a bit lower, hooking onto John's belt loop and pulling him a bit closer, a bit closer to him, a bit closer to the bed. He stared down at him, brown and green tracing over ever detail of John's face, committing it to memory.*

Shall we?

[john-macnamara]

I try.

[Praise is always nice, especially on the rare occasion it’s not sexual. So like any gentleman, he offers a charming grin, admiring the color of the other man’s eyes. It’s strange, he’s pretty sure they’re the same color, but one seems a bit more yellow than the other. It’s probably nothing.

No matter the orientation of them, they’re awful pretty. The right one makes him think of a crooked grin and heated wrestling. The left… let’s not think about that right now.]

Yes we shall.

[John places a chaste kiss on Chris’ neck, waiting for encouragement before continuing further.]

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

*Chris took his hand back from John's grip to gently comb it through his hair, not to his surprise, it was very soft just as it had looked. He used the careful grip on both parts of John to spin them around, nice and slow, crowding him back onto the bed and laying him down delicately on the plush surface.

Following John's lead in a way, he ducked down, pressing a few kisses to his pulse and nudging his legs open. His hands landed back on his hips, fingers working their way under the fabric of his shirt to trail up his sides and map out rough skin.*

You are quite the sight to behold, very handsome.

*So maybe Chris was a bit more old fashioned with how he praised and complimented in the bedroom, but in all fairness he was a whole 20 years older than the man under him.*

[john-macnamara]

[This time John doesn’t just laugh, but giggles, eyes crinkling at the corners. He shivers as callused hands trace over his skin, a multitude of scars tangible all along his torso.]

I’d have to say the same. You’re absolutely gorgeous for a ninety year old.

[An obvious joke, as evidenced by the sharp grin on John’s face]

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

*Chris chuckled, a genuine laugh, not the mocking one it normally was. The smile on his face was soft, dimples matching his freckles and making him almost look youthful again.*

Well excuse you, young man, I am 64. I'm not ancient yet.

*His hands tightened around John's sides, pulling him further onto the bed. Deft fingers snuck down and popped the button of the younger man's pants, gently teasing along the waistband of his boxers.

He pressed a kiss to the smile lines of John's face, hot breath ghosting over his skin.*

Is this still okay?

*He was being genuine, he had no want to do this with an unwilling party.*

[john-macnamara]

And I am not young! I’m 44, I just don’t look it.

[John isn’t normally one to be easy in bed, but he’s unsure how Chris’ll react if he gets too bratty. So he’ll stay relatively vanilla, for now, at least.]

Very.

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

And I'm still old enough to be your dad.

*He slipped John's pants off with ease, keeping the shirt on for now since he had felt a good bit of scarring and wasn't sure if he wanted that on display. His hands ran up and down John's legs, landing on his inner thighs and gently spreading them apart. He started with a kiss just above his knee, then a few inches higher, then Chris pressed his tongue against the muscle, licking a stripe up his skin and nipping at it between kisses.*

[john-macnamara]

[That makes John chuckle a bit, something sparkling in his eyes.

He offers little resistance when Chris opens his legs. Rather, he keens when lips touch his skin, always sensitive down there. The noises increase in frequency the further up he goes, scattered praise intermingled with whines and moans.]

God, that’s so good.

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

*Chris hummed softly against his thighs, keeping a hand there to stroke up and down his skin. He moved a bit higher, kissing the small bit of happy trail visible before working on pulling down his boxers with his teeth. He got them pulled down to mid thigh with ease, skilled in his quick work of John's clothing. He left go of the muscle he was holding onto to pull them all the way off, tongue sliding against the free expanse of rough tissue, stopping to suck marks into the dips of bone and skin.*

You sound beautiful, I've barely done anything to you, darling.

*His voice was a low whisper, vibrating against John's hide, only for him to hear, only for him to enjoy. Just him.*

[john-macnamara]

[Looking down, John smiles. This grandpa should not be so sexy, and yet he is. He feels a bit bad, not doing any work right now, but hey, he’s a damn good rider.]

I can’t help that I’m hngh~ loud.

[The last word is practically a pant]

And you’re just ah so warm.

[He loves his nights with Wiley, he really does. They’re fun, they’re good release, they’re the only time he can see the man he loves without violence, but that man is ice cold. John’s not even sure he can produce his own body heat at this point, leading to an interesting, albeit strange sensation when his lover uses his tongue. A return to the norm is nice, the wet heat in between his thighs is wonderful.]

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

*Chris raised an eyebrow at the comment, stuttering in where he was sucking a hickey into John's hip. He knew he ran a bit warm from living in a colder state, but not to the point that anyone had ever said anything about it, so needless to say it raised a few different questions in his mind. He didn't ask them, but they were there.

He pulled back for a moment to coat his own fingers in spit, it wasn't the best lubricant but it'd have to do. As soon as they were slick enough to even consider prepping John his lips were back against his skin, pointer finger teasing around his rim carefully before pushing in.*

[john-macnamara]

[Already fairly desperate, John has to bite back a whine when Chris pulls away. He watches carefully, eyes widening when he realizes what the other man is doing. So soon, huh?

He gasps at the feeling of that same warmth against his hole. He clenches around the new intrusion in it, already moaning from just that little stimulation.]

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

*Chris watched every movement, every hitch of his breath, eyes half lidded as he listened to the noise John was making. He curled his finger carefully, trying his best not to hurt the man beneath him as he opened him up. Before he put the second digit in he kissed up a bit higher, tongue curling just a bit as he licked a stripe up John's dick, sucking the tip into his mouth without hesitation.*

[john-macnamara]

Fuck that’s good.

[The statement is barely audible under the much loader moans coming out of John’s mouth. He hasn’t been treated this gently in ages. It feels nice, not to be fucked into oblivion. Not to say that isn’t enjoyable, but still. This is more relaxing than he anticipated, and he’s enjoying every second of it.]

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

*Chris hummed softly in response to the sound of the younger man's voice, sinking further down on his cock with ease. He hollowed his cheeks, sucking softly. He didn't want this to end soon, but also the noises John was making were heavenly to listen to.

Chris' eyes fluttered shut as he stayed there, tongue flicking over the tip and swiping off any precum. His fingers spread insides of John, scissoring him open and making sure he was relaxed before the third one joined. He curled them upwards, looking to brush against the bundle of nerves awaiting him.*

[john-macnamara]

[John shifts his hips a bit, trying to get more friction against the fingers inside of him. He’d happily take more, but the sensation on his dick is pushing him quickly towards the edge.]

Would you mind if I rode you?

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

*Chris pulled off with a soft pop so he could speak, fingers slowly thrusting in and out of John to give him the friction he was squirming around for.*

Oh, yes, I'd be utterly distraught.

*Chris was joking of course, smiling up at John before letting out a soft chuckle. Still, despite his jest, he shifted around a bit, fingers pulling out and leaving him empty as he slid over onto the bed next to the General.

His belt clicked as he twisted the mechanism that kept it secure, possibly the nerdiest way a belt could be situated. The leather slipped out of his slacks beltloops with ease, dropping to the floor beside the bed with a soft 'clink'. Chris glanced over at John, raising a mocking eyebrow and giving him a playful sneer.*

Well? Get on with it, I don't have all day to play with you.

[john-macnamara]

[John always hates how empty he feels when something leave him. Hates how it reminds him of every other aspect of his life.

Still, he puts on a smile and moves to straddle Chris’ hips, and brings both his pants and undergarments down in one swift movement. Rather than immediately getting on, he swipes a tongue over his hand and begins stroking his wet hand up and down the man’s cock, just enough to get him moderately slick.]

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

*Chris let out a soft, sighing groan, abdomen flexing and twitching as he leaned back on his elbows. His hands came up to rest gently on John's hips, stroking over skin kindly in comparison to how he normally was with his lovers. He preferred the slower pace they were taking up, but it left his mind open to wander, which wasn't anything he ever enjoyed during his recreational time.*

[john-macnamara]

You are… so gorgeous.

[Taking it slow, John positions himself over Chris before slowly sinking down. He takes an inch at a time, stopping to adjust when he needs to. When he reaches the base, he sits there for a moment and just admires the man below him. He wonders how that silver hair would look in moonlight.]

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

*Chris was a bit annoyed at his own body once again betraying him, ears flushing pink at the compliment. He twitched inside of John, letting out a soft groan and wince as he finally stopped. His hands tightened where they sat, massaging into John's skin as he forced himself to stay completely still and let the younger man take the reigns when he felt ready.

He sighed softly, eyes looking up at him through partially smudged lenses. He considered reaching down to use his shirt to clean them, pull it up and let the other director score a glance at his chest, but decided against it, letting the dust on his glasses blur the light around John like a halo.

Sometimes, he wondered what it'd be like to look through the sight of another person, let them see his. He'd love to see what John sees, but then again, he couldn't properly look at himself in a mirror since the accident, why would viewing himself through his eyes be any different? Really, it went down to the root of wanting people to see the beauty in themselves through someone else, maybe that's what Chris wanted for himself. He didn't know anymore. He just wanted them back.*

You're absolutely stunning, you know?

*His voice was quiet, reserved. His brain power was more focused on overthinking and admiring the man on top of him than it was on actually expressing his thoughts.*

[john-macnamara]

Yeah. I do.

[John smiles. He’s always been good at playing up self confidence, especially when it makes him more attractive. Plus a beautiful man is complimenting him, why wouldn’t he smile?

He starts to move up Chris’ cock, only a few inches before sinking back down. He’s going slow for now, but with every rise he gets just a bit higher. It takes everything in John not to speed up when Chris rubs against him just right, but this is supposed to be slow and relaxing, so that’s what it’ll be.]

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

*Chris furrowed his brows at the comment, smirking softly at the ego radiating off of John's smile. It was enticing, he'd always been a fan of confidence, sometimes it was annoying, but it looked quite nice on the man straddling him.

Chris let out a careful groan, trying not to embarrass himself further with actually expressing how good John felt squeezing around him so early on. He rolled his hips up a bit, testing the waters to see if he was alright with him moving. He didn't want to harm him, so he was trying his best to go at the pace the younger man had set, following his lead as much as could. Unfortunately there were reasons he'd never been a soldier, he preferred to do things his own way.*

[john-macnamara]

[John picks up the pace with Chris’ obvious enjoyment, starting to move up and down even faster. Eventually it reaches the point where he’s going all the way from the base to the til, and he lets out a punched groan every time he goes back down.]

Couldn’t let me take care of you for a minute, huh?

[It’s said with a teasing smile]

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

What can I say, I enjoy the control. Besides, pretty boys like you shouldn't have to be working.

*Chris was less teasing than John, it genuinely was a control thing with him, that and the satisfaction of treating a partner with all the respect and attention he could give them.

His hands tightened where they rested on John's skin, no doubt hard enough to leave bruises. He would apologize for the roughness later, but their currents actions were clouding his thoughts. He used that crushing grip to help him along, pulling him down and rolling his hips up to meet each drop down.

Chris wasn't very loud during sex as a general rule, he preferred to listen to the other person, analyze them like an experiment. There was an advantage to it, always remembering the person he'd spent his time with, finding out exactly what make them shudder and scream. It pleased him to see the other person enjoying themself.

Still, John was doing a damn good job, soft groans and the occasionally quiet swear wringing out of Chris' throat. His head was tilted back just the slightest bit with the euphoria wracking his nerves, exposed, vulnerable, but that was the fun of it.*

You are very good at this, still, I think next time I'll have you on your knees.

*His voice was a low growl, like a promise.*

[john-macnamara]

[The comment sends a new rush of heat through John, and the sudden pace change doesn’t help either. Unlike Chris, he’s always been loud, so it’s not long before he’s moaning like a pornstar every time Chris thrusts into him.

He’d like to respond to that promise, he really would, but whatever he says comes out garbled and unintelligible. Half of John’s pleasure just comes from the sight of the man under him, the knowledge that he is doing well. So he keeps going, hoping for more praise along the way.]

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

*Chris' glasses were getting a bit foggy from the heat of the air around them and his own panting breaths, his hair was no doubt a wavy mess, the styling he did on it coming undone with their actions. On a particularly rough drop from John's end, Chris let out the loudest groan he had throughout the entire interaction, a soft, almost silent, whine following it. He blinked lowly up at the man reducing him to complete ruin, glasses low on his nose from the actions of their bodies moving in sync with each other.*

You're gorgeous, fuck- you're doing so good for me, darling.

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

[Sarah was pacing the floor of her living room, nibbling at her cuticles while deep in thought. She couldn’t just let Norton be under all this distress and not find out why. D.I.C.K had connections to P.E.I.P, she knew that. In fact, Sarah knew quite a bit more about her husband's real place of work than he did about hers. If she could just get some information about what was going on there through Chris…That might be a good idea. 

Sarah rushed to get her laptop, formatting an email to her boss:

Chris,

There’s something going on with Norton down at P.E.I.P. It’s best that we talk about this face to face. Either get down here or send transport for me to meet you at the office.

-Agent S. Newman

All she could do now was wait for a response. Well, that and take care of Norton, making him breakfast and sending him off to his “office job” that didn’t even exist.]

@agentnewmand-i-c-k

I have had just about enough of you two. When I say keep an eye on him, I mean keep an eye on him. Now I have the director, the head of the research department, and the President on my ass. I cannot believe the-

*Chris glanced back at his desk where his computer dinged with a notification, cutting his scolding of his main inside agents off. It was an email, one from their current top agent no less. He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose and waving a hand at the man and woman standing in front of him.*

Get out of my sight. There's a transporter waiting to take you back to Michigan.

*Agent 898 and 899 nodded dutifully, taking the distraction of their boss as a blessing and hurrying off. Chris huffed, fingers clacking against the keyboard softly as he sent a reply.*

I've got B and M coming back to Michigan in about 20 minutes, they'll be at point 7:A, if you get there in time you should be here at HQ within the hour. Don't keep me waiting, I've already been dealing with some serious incompetence today. -C.H.S

[agentnewmand-i-c-k]

[Sarah let out a small sigh of relief as she saw the email notification pop up on her screen. She scanned it over as carefully as she could, already moving to grab her uniform from its trunk in the basement. She could certainly be ready in 10 minutes, just enough time to account for the commute to her pick-up spot.

So she tugged her hair into the tight bun that was required of her when going to H.Q, slipping into the uniform that she never seemed to grow out of. It'd been a long time since she really needed to see Chris, but with Nortons consistently foul moods and bouts of illness, she couldn't just let that slide.

Agent Newman pulled up to point 7:A at the time she was told to, and now all she could do was wait patiently like she was trained to do. She just really hoped she could do all this and still get home before her husband.]

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

*Agent 898 and 899 stepped out of the transporter, holding the door open for Sarah with a soft nod. Agent 898 and 899 also known as Agent B and Agent M of D.I.C.K, gave Agent Newman a sweet smile almost in unison, years of working together and being married off the job tuning them in sync with each other.*

Agent B: Back to Maine then?

*Her voice was sweet and reserved, nothing like the role she was forced to play everyday she spent keeping an eye on Norton at work. Agent 899 frowned softly, shrugging, British accent ringing out clear, nothing like his Northern American accent used during the day.*

Agent M: Just be careful, Gaffer's not had a good day. Nearly tore me a new one just because your man's gone loopy. Anyway, take the lift, system'll go offline if we keep ya waitin'.

*They waited in professional silence for Sarah to hop in, closing the port's door behind her and rushing off to go start their shifts with P.E.I.P.*

[agentnewmand-i-c-k]

[Sarah frowned at the comment to her husband's sanity, avoiding all the not so nice comments running through her mind and instead muttering a thank you to the couple. She was almost jealous of them in a way- They got to share every aspect of their lives with each other, but she had to keep a whole side of her a secret from Norton. But this was her job, entrusted to her because no one else could have done it well enough. She was a good agent, and she took pride in that fact.

She could only hope that the two who left her here hadn't pissed off Chris enough that he'd take it out on her. Sarah was just concerned for her husband, her assignment really, because he was seemingly ill. She waited for the transport to get here to H.Q standing perfectly still and at attention. If only Norton could see her like this...he'd probably cream his damn pants.]

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

*Agents and Scientists alike buzzed around the transport room, zipping to and fro. Very few even glanced at Sarah as she stepped out, very busy people rushing around to complete experiments and sign off missions, the occasional injured agent being assisted onto a gurney or being operated on right in the transport room to ensure their survival. It was a mad house.

A couple scientists and a few agents waved "hello" to Sarah, she was a high ranking so really it was always people ducking their heads for fear of them being noticed by her or people eagerly seeking her gaze for just a moment so they could see the legend of sector nine. She was known as the most dedicated officer in the entire agency, so deep undercover that she was married to her mission.

Meanwhile, Chris paced in his office, very annoyed as he went through some of the recent reports on Patient 001 from their inside men at P.E.I.P. He was in a shit mood, it wasn't really his agents' faults, but with John on his ass about the agency and the President riding his dick about everything (literally and figuratively), Chris was getting a bit frustrated with keeping up with everything and holding up the lies he'd been weaving since Norton's parents went missing.

He perked up when Christina buzzed Agent Newman in, a gentle, professional smile replacing his previous stressed glare as he regarded his daughter in law.*

Ah, Agent Newman, you mentioned something about wanting to speak with me. What's the matter?

*He hadn't really absorbed what her email was about, having been too busy doing his job as director of D.I.C.K.*

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

[John walks into D.I.C.K. HQ, approaching the front desk of the building, chin held high and back straight. So when he speaks with an air of total confidence, it’s really no surprise.]

Hello. My name is General John MacNamara of the United States Military, and I’m here to attend an audience with your director. Would you be so kind as to direct me on where to go?

[A lie, he doesn’t even know the director’s name. But the receptionist doesn’t need to know that, not if he acts every bit the self-sure General he should be.]

@john-macnamara

*A very bored looking 20ish year old man perked up at being spoken to, all of the other receptionists getting all the calls except him for some odd reason. The young man fixed his tie and smiled at John happily.*

Do you have some form of ID on you to confirm that? Also, which director of which sector? Most of them have meetings today and I would have to contact their receptionists to confirm anything.

*Ah yes, the joys of bureaucracy. Still, the young man got to quick work pulling up military employment files of men named John MacNamara, sorting through them quickly and pulling up the one that actually resembled the man. The receptionist didn't have clearance for anything besides John's rank, age, sex, and military ID.*

Ah, you're still the director of P.E.I.P?

[john-macnamara]

The director of this organization. Please, I’m on a time crunch. I really wouldn’t appreciate being made late.

[John takes out his military ID —not the P.E.I.P. one— and prepares to hand it over. He stops when this 20 year old kid mentions his organization, though. Taken aback, he freezes for a moment before responding]

I am, yes.

[He swaps his military ID for the registration card he uses with P.E.I.P., showing it to the kid as quickly as possible.]

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

*The guy gives John a skeptical look from how quickly he put his ID away but didn't say anything further since everything properly lined up in their records. He did some more typing and picked up his phone to contact Christina as quickly as possible even though he knew she was a busy lady.*

And you said you were here for Chris Stapleton...? Mhmm. Okay, hold on one moment, Sir.

*Christina picked up on the other line, flushing and being a bit girlish because she knew David couldn't see her even though they were speaking. It was known throughout all levels of the receptionists that David and Christina had crushes on each other, but they were really bad at realizing it themselves so everyone just kind of pushed them together on purpose.

Needless to say, David's ears also got a bit pink when she spoke.*

C: Hiya David, what can I do for you?

D: Oh! Uhm, nothing big, does Chris have anything on his schedule for meetings today?

C: Not that I can see but I can check if he's good with some walk-ins if you have someone that forgot to call ahead.

D: Oh, well, that'd be great! Thank you so much!

*The line went dead for a few moments as Christina called into his office to chat with him about it, a soft click coming back on as her voice rang though his headset again.*

C: Yup! Make sure to give whoever it is coming to meet with him an elite pass though, they won't be able to reach the top floor without it.

D: Of course, yeah, I know, thanks again, Christina.

C: No worries! Call anytime! U-hm, for work s-stuff I mean..

*The line went dead with a beep, David sat for a moment, face getting even more red as he quickly handed John an elite day pass.*

That should do just fine for today, elevators are over there.

[john-macnamara]

[Chris Stapleton, noted.

John watches the man progressively blush, hiding a chuckle under a cough. Ah, young love. But when the moment’s over, he quickly returns to his previous demeanor.]

Thank you, son. Have a good day.

[John enters the elevator and presses the button for the fortieth floor. By the time he emerges, he’s already considered everything he hates about this building. Mostly that it’s too damn warm. Still, he approaches Christina with a smile and a wave]

Hello, I believe I have a meeting with Mr. Stapleton.

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

*Christina looked up from where she was typing out a a staff party email, smiling softly.*

Ah you're our mystery man are you? Same one that requested the Newman file.

*She hadn't forgotten about the call from the other day about those classified documents, hadn't forgotten who had requested them either. She sighed gently, pressing an intercom button on her desk and rolling her eyes as a smooth voice rang out.*

Chris: Yes? Not another call from Howard, is it?

Christina: No. Your drop-in visitor is here already.

Chris: Ah, of course, send them in. Thank you.

*Christina let go of the small button and pressed a different one, the sliding metal and glass door to the man's office sliding open for John to pass through.*

Have a pleasant meeting

[john-macnamara]

And you’re that lovely receptionist I spoke to. I’m sorry again for my little outburst, it was entirely uncalled for.

[This is the first time John’s been genuine his entire time in this building, his smile dropping into a more neutral expression.

Still, once a few moments have passed, he plasters that smile back onto his face and walks through the door, not even addressing Chris before he starts talking.]

You know, for an organization seemingly set on knowing everything, a forty story tower seems like quite the oversight, don’t you think?

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

*Without missing a beat, Chris grinned as he silently poured a second glass of fine scotch.*

And yet, you didn't know we existed until you had to.

*Of course, he didn't 100% know that John hadn't known of them before he first requested a document, but it made sense considering what he knew of the General.

Chris was a salt and pepper haired man with somewhat faded freckles and lightly tanned skin, he wore a pair of glasses, a black turtleneck, brown slacks, and a grey overcoat.

The office was tidy, clear room to pace and discuss with a Cocobolo desk, a few plants, the odd tasteful painting, and metal framed skylights so Chris didn't have to waste energy on lighting during the day.*

[john-macnamara]

What makes you think that’s what I was judging?

[John looks over the man in front of him, eyes dropping a bit lower than strictly necessary. He’s intimidating, sure, but so is John. He might not be particularly tall or imposing in first glance, but his physique is obvious even through his shirt. The obvious musculature and the stoicism on his face combine to make him into quite the intimidating figure.]

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

*Chris raised an eyebrow as John not so subtly checked him out, chuckling at his response. He wasn't intimidated by this man, sure, he looked like he could probably fold Chris in half and toss him around, but he didn't get to where he was by being frightened by an appearance.

In response to John's very obvious glance over, Chris reacted in kind, staring down at the shorter man and letting his eyes rake over him. He took in ever detail, down to the fiber of his shirt's threads. He stalked over to him and handed him one of the glasses of scotch, nothing added, though the eyebags and obvious military stature made Chris think he wouldn't drink it either way.*

So, Mr. MacNamara, how can I help you? I'm sure you have some reason for getting yourself all the way over to Maine.

*He was aware that PEIP, more specifically the group of PEIP John and his nephew were apart of, were in a completely different state. So, he was assuming this was something of importance, otherwise he'd be fairly disappointed.*

[john-macnamara]

[It’s not terribly comfortable feeling this stranger’s eyes on him, but a shiver makes its way way up John’s spine nonetheless.

He looks distastefully at the glass, pushing it back into Chris’ hand.]

I’m not a whiskey man.

[The expression turns to Chris]

That’s General MacNamara to you, Mr. Stapleton. And I have a few questions for you, ones I expected to be answered.

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

*Chris shrugged and downed the glass he had initially poured for John, setting the glass on a coaster on his desk and taking a much softer sip of his own glass. He was unfazed by John's scowl, gentle, charismatic smile staying put on his lips.*

Well, General, I suppose you can properly address me as Professor if that's how we're playing this. Now, please, do ask, I'll answer to the best of my abilities.

[john-macnamara]

My apologies. You don’t strike me as a particularly learned man.

[He doesn’t sound terribly sorry]

Let’s make it simple. Why do you have a hold on one of my agent’s files?

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

*Chris outwardly laughed, smile stretching ear to ear as he chuckled over John's first statement. He wasn't at all offended or particularly upset, he found it quite funny consider his doctorate papers hung on the wall above his desk and the fact that nearly everyone he met had the complete opposite assessment.

He sipped his scotch again before answering, mulling over how he could answer this without upsetting this very already displeased man.*

I'm assuming you mean Norton Newman, yes? Well, he's under our care and jurisdiction, which means it's very important we keep his file safe and confidential.

[john-macnamara]

[Unfortunately, that sets John off further.]

You’ll have to explain to me how exactly one of my people is under your care. While we’re at it, I’d appreciate if you explained what exactly is wrong with Agent Newman that he managed to forget an entire day’s worth of events? Since he’s under your care, that is.

[He has a few theories towards Norton’s missing memories. Some being natural, others not so much. Either way, John has a good feeling that the man in front of him knows the truth]

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

It would seem that you already know why he's in our care then.

*Chris sighs, smile flickering down into a soft frown for a few moments. He was about to partially lie through his teeth, but it wasn't that he had anything against John, he just couldn't tell him about Norton much without having to explain things that actually were top secret.*

Mr. Newman has serious problems with false memory, short and long term amnesia, and dissociative disorder. His father and mother worked for this organization and when they died, followed by his brother, his mental state essentially shattered. With him left in the organization's care we do our best to help him through rough patches without furthering the damage caused by the trauma of losing his family so young.

*He took a long drag of his whiskey, staring at his own shoes and mentally noting to shine them later.*

It's a very fragile topic, so we don't allow many people to look at his file so we don't disrupt his already strewn about state of mind.

[john-macnamara]

[That seems not entirely implausible, but there are still a few points that nag at John]

You know, medical information is incredibly important, especially considering I’ve sent him out into the field. I’d assume you know this. So why would you let me do that, knowing he occasionally has flashes of memory loss? Especially if you’re his caretaker, more specifically, his father?

[He pauses for dramatic effect]

At least, that’s what your own file said.

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

*The thing was, no file ever stated that Chris had ever been Norton's guardian, especially not any file that John would be allowed to access. Chris doubled over, chuckling even harder than he had at the insult. He wiped a hand over his face, pinching the bridge of his nose.*

What file could that have been, hmm?

*Chris caught his breath after laughing so hard at the man's statement, sighing softly afterwards.*

No but more seriously, I had no clue he was being allowed into the field. As stated before, we don't monitor him at work for your organizations confidentiality and he never mentioned it to anyone. I'm terribly sorry about that, if I had known I would've contacted you and let you know. A grave oversight on my part. We were under the impression that he is only in charge of files, as the title 'Files Manager' suggests.

[john-macnamara]

[John catches his mistake as soon as it slips out of his mouth. Shit. He knows not to let his mouth run when he gets overconfident, but he did it anyway. A small bit of him is ticked off, however, when he mentions confidentiality]

My organization’s confidentiality? That’s rich, considering you have a file on me while I didn’t even know you existed. Seems that there’s a bit of a power imbalance there, don’t you think?

Oh, and I’m still quite stuck on why I cannot be given his file. You are his caretaker, I understand that you want to protect him. But I do assume you understand that I’m to be given his entire medical record and anything to look out for upon his hire, yes? It’s only the law.

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

Your file is only what any other organization would be able to know, simple as that.

*Chris raises an eyebrow at the mention of the law playing into this, because he knew for a fact there were exceptions to that supposed law.*

You wouldn't be entitled to that even if he wasn't under our care, besides it's our duty to keep his medical in check, not yours. You should have no reason to be checking his medical history anyways, but because he's been out in the field I can see why you're concerned.

Without requesting and having Mr. Newman consensually release his medical information to you or your organization there would be no law that gives you the freedom to access it. I'm assuming that most of your agents have given consent, however, I implore you to check your records for any physical confirmation of Mr. Newman allowing it.

If you'd like, I can have a copy of his medical history given to you just in case it's an emergency.

*Chris was once again not even the slightest bit frightened by John's ability to try and poke holes in things.*

[john-macnamara]

[John tilts his head, smiling a bit.]

That first part, that’s a lie. You know it.

[He ignores the second part, for now.]

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

I'm afraid it's not. Well, from what I know. Maybe other organizations simply don't know of you, like how you didn't know about us.

*Chris wasn't one to go back on a lie without proof, it could lead to some messy situations, not to mention the obvious bluff. He finished off his glass of whiskey, setting the glass down and going to sit at a leather arm chair to give himself a bit more space to relax now that the alcohol was settling into his system. He splayed out a bit, crossing his legs like an invitation and a refusal in one. He wanted to see just how far he could get this man to oblivion and frustration.*

[john-macnamara]

They do, because I introduced myself. Before that, I didn’t have any files on them, just like they didn’t have anything on me. You see how that works? Equal exchange.

[He explains the last part like he’s talking to a toddler.

Yet again, John’s eyes drop lower than they should. The slacks fit Chris well, too well. Just barely enough room for imagination, though that doesn’t help either.]

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

*Chris chuckled, tipping his head back to lean against the chair. He knew it was a compromising position to be in, throat easy to throttle or slit, Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed. He wanted John to know just how unthreatened he was by his presence, so much so that he would give him room to drain the soul from his body.*

Would you like an equal exchange then? Is that what this was meant to be about? Information about us to make you feel less left out?

*Chris enjoyed pushing buttons, which is why his were so hard to even brush, why poke the bear if you were susceptible to getting mauled? He uncrossed his legs, opening the stance even more, like he wanted John to be able to jump at him and tear him apart.*

[john-macnamara]

[You are not attracted to this man. You are not attracted to this man. You are not attracted to this man. Chris opens his legs. Okay you’re definitely attracted to this man.

Still, it’s not unlike John to work through his attraction, so he pushes on.]

Left out is a string term. Annoyed is better. I’d like to take you up on that offer regarding Newman’s medical information. You never know what could happen. And one other thing, if you don’t mind.

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

*Chris sighed softly, head tilting back down to look John in the eyes, smirk present. He raised both eyebrows like it was a challenge, hand coming up to readjust his glasses calmly.*

Of course, I'll have Christina handle the medical record for you, what 'other thing' did you have in mind?

*Chris pressed his tongue over his teeth, not for any particular reason, he just enjoyed watching how John seemed a bit tense. He was sure it was a mix between the actual conversation and everything else Chris was doing, either way, he was savoring it.

[john-macnamara]

[John begins to pace, sufficiently distracting himself from his burgeoning attraction to Chris by monologuing.]

In the early 1980s, an organization called D.A.N.G.E.R. fell apart. Don’t try to deny this, we both know it’s true. P.E.I.P. has very few records of them, but they all stop then, which is the same time frame wherein we were given plenty of their own files. Meaning, of course, that they collapsed. The thing is, though, your agent Newman and I discussed this, and we realized that the rest of D.A.N.G.E.R likely survived in some capacity or another.

I’m not asking for everything you have on them, far from it, but I need to know what you have on one specific thing. They gave us information on portals, ones that can travel both through dimensions and between them. But I suspect we’re not the only ones who got that information. Can you confirm, Director Stapleton, that you’re just as aware of the worlds beyond our own as we are?

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

*The mention of the portals made Chris tense this time, not the mention of D.A.N.G.E.R, no. The mention of portals specifically. He didn't let it show much, stance staying mostly relaxed and calm, but his hands clenched into fists for a short moment. He sighed, blinking softly and humming.*

Yes, D.I.C.K is aware of the portals and theories surrounding it. Am I to assume that P.E.I.P is the organization in charge of them? Never mind that, you're not the one meant to be answering questions. My apologies.

*It wasn't D.I.C.K's job to maintain or start up the portals, sure, they were also given access to the technology and information about them, but that wasn't why their organization existed.*

[john-macnamara]

[Hm, interesting. John notices the tenseness, mostly from recognizing his own reactions. The same near flinch he always reacts to Wilbur’s name with.]

You’re correct in that assumption, yes. I’d simply like to know if there’s anything you could hand over regarding them. In exchange, you get our own research. Tit for tat, an equal exchange.

[This is a risky endeavor and he knows it, but John’s almost entirely sure that D.I.C.K. knows whatever P.E.I.P. does. Or almost everything, he’s not dumb enough to let every bit of information slip.]

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

*Chris shrugged softly.*

What mine is yours, anything we have on portals is free for you to take, all you have to do is ask.

*Well, mostly everything. Chris couldn't give him the people lost to the portal or the dates theirs was activated for his own mental stability but he was genuine about everything else. He had no reason to withhold documents on the portals that John should already have, and he had no reason to really require what John had until he got everything working like he wanted it to.*

[john-macnamara]

Well, I’m asking then.

[John just wants them to get this over with. Then he can either go or at least get a proper distraction]

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

Well I didn't mean ask me specifically. That's not my job. I can hand you off to our man in charge of it later. Is there anything else you needed?

*Chris stared at him, eyes half lidded, partially from alcohol, partially from the annoyance of being reminded of the portal, and partially from general animalistic attraction. He leaned back into the chair a bit further, sighing softly, if he didn't need to be doing anyone or anything he would likely just take a nap on the sofa or even where he was in his chair. Sleeping was better than actuallly thinking in his experience.*

[john-macnamara]

Please do so.

[John gives Chris a once over yet again. He’s not going to outright say anything, but he doesn’t particularly want to end this conversation either]

That depends. Is there anything else you think I need?

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

I think you need a great many things, General, all of which I am willing to provide. That is, if you were hoping for some proper fun?

*His voice was a bit mocking with his title, he didn't actually care much for this man wandering into his office and demanding answers of him. He was also being a bit more forward than he should've been during work hours while in the actual building, but it wasn't like he had any known power over this man, so really it wasn't breaking any self made rules of the workspace.*

[john-macnamara]

[John doesn’t appreciate the obvious disrespect, but does unfortunately find his body feeling quite fond towards it. I mean, it’s not like he can do anything if we’re both occupied, right?]

I think fun is exactly what I’m looking for. The flight over here was awful stressful, you see.

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

*Chris didn't move, watching John from where he was sitting still, perfectly content with the air of the room like this.*

Well, I'm terribly sorry about that, maybe next time I'll come to you. Would you prefer a bed, or are you so tense that you'd like to take your relief against my desk?

[john-macnamara]

[John, on the other hand, is getting fairly twitchy. Heat floods his veins and with it comes the need to move]

That depends, how quick can we get to the bed?

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

*Chris smiled at him softly, gaze still just the slightest bit mocking. He stood from his chair with a gentle sigh, ever so graceful as he drifted back over to his desk and flicking a switch under the drawer. With a click and some whirring a panel in the floor opened, another identical bit of flooring popping out of the hole with a plush, silky, navy blue king sized bed sitting on top of it. It clicked a few more times before Chris sauntered over and sat on it, giving John a look.*

Well, I'm not sure, how fast can your legs move?

*Chris had designed the system that moved the bed in and out the most efficiently, he was fairly proud of himself for it. He felt the need to clarify that he took naps in his office but it didn't seem entirely appropriate, but he also didn't want this man to think that he ever planned on anything with his coworkers. It would be a gross misuse of power to ever be in a relationship with anyone in his organization considering he was the director and that wasn't something he would ever do, it simply wasn't moral.*

[john-macnamara]

[John returns a smile with a glare, though the only heat behind it is decidedly less antagonistic. He looks at the bed, furrowing his brow just a bit with something unrecognizable.]

You couldn’t have just had a simple pull out?

[Still, he saunters over, letting his hair down as he walks. Just before reaching Chris, however, John stops, waiting.]

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

I never pull out. Besides, it gave me a project to work on while I was figuring out the technology of it.

*Chris would be lying if he said he didn't enjoy the way John approached him, it was entertaining. Moderately enticing, attractive, and exceedingly fun to watch. Though when he stopped, Chris raised an eyebrow. He stood, stalking over, it was only a few steps for him, but then again, he was considerably taller than John. He stared down at him, hands landing on his shoulders before smoothing down to his hips.*

Is this alright? Or were you standing there waiting for something else?

[john-macnamara]

[The pun catches John off guard, getting a genuine laugh from him.]

I like you.

[With a smile, he takes Chris’ hand and brings it up to his lips, eyes roving over the man in front of him while he does so. Hyper aware of every movement he makes, John kisses the ring on Chris’ finger the way one might treat royalty. And who says chivalry is dead?]

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

*Chris was just the slightest bit taken aback, ears dusting red at John's action. That was his sister's ring, the one that matched on his other hand, one for each of them. Internally he scolded himself for reacting that way, it was embarrassing, really. It was just as shameful as the way his heart skipped at the sound of John's laugh, disgusting. He had moved past anything like that a long time ago, this was nothing, it was sex, mutual chemical attraction.

He smiled back softly, gaze softening just a bit, maybe subconsciously, maybe since he simply felt bad mocking this man. Either way, it was nice.*

I could say the same to you, you're quite the gentleman.

*Chris' free hand drifted a bit lower, hooking onto John's belt loop and pulling him a bit closer, a bit closer to him, a bit closer to the bed. He stared down at him, brown and green tracing over ever detail of John's face, committing it to memory.*

Shall we?

[john-macnamara]

I try.

[Praise is always nice, especially on the rare occasion it’s not sexual. So like any gentleman, he offers a charming grin, admiring the color of the other man’s eyes. It’s strange, he’s pretty sure they’re the same color, but one seems a bit more yellow than the other. It’s probably nothing.

No matter the orientation of them, they’re awful pretty. The right one makes him think of a crooked grin and heated wrestling. The left… let’s not think about that right now.]

Yes we shall.

[John places a chaste kiss on Chris’ neck, waiting for encouragement before continuing further.]

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

*Chris took his hand back from John's grip to gently comb it through his hair, not to his surprise, it was very soft just as it had looked. He used the careful grip on both parts of John to spin them around, nice and slow, crowding him back onto the bed and laying him down delicately on the plush surface.

Following John's lead in a way, he ducked down, pressing a few kisses to his pulse and nudging his legs open. His hands landed back on his hips, fingers working their way under the fabric of his shirt to trail up his sides and map out rough skin.*

You are quite the sight to behold, very handsome.

*So maybe Chris was a bit more old fashioned with how he praised and complimented in the bedroom, but in all fairness he was a whole 20 years older than the man under him.*

[john-macnamara]

[This time John doesn’t just laugh, but giggles, eyes crinkling at the corners. He shivers as callused hands trace over his skin, a multitude of scars tangible all along his torso.]

I’d have to say the same. You’re absolutely gorgeous for a ninety year old.

[An obvious joke, as evidenced by the sharp grin on John’s face]

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

*Chris chuckled, a genuine laugh, not the mocking one it normally was. The smile on his face was soft, dimples matching his freckles and making him almost look youthful again.*

Well excuse you, young man, I am 64. I'm not ancient yet.

*His hands tightened around John's sides, pulling him further onto the bed. Deft fingers snuck down and popped the button of the younger man's pants, gently teasing along the waistband of his boxers.

He pressed a kiss to the smile lines of John's face, hot breath ghosting over his skin.*

Is this still okay?

*He was being genuine, he had no want to do this with an unwilling party.*

[john-macnamara]

And I am not young! I’m 44, I just don’t look it.

[John isn’t normally one to be easy in bed, but he’s unsure how Chris’ll react if he gets too bratty. So he’ll stay relatively vanilla, for now, at least.]

Very.

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

And I'm still old enough to be your dad.

*He slipped John's pants off with ease, keeping the shirt on for now since he had felt a good bit of scarring and wasn't sure if he wanted that on display. His hands ran up and down John's legs, landing on his inner thighs and gently spreading them apart. He started with a kiss just above his knee, then a few inches higher, then Chris pressed his tongue against the muscle, licking a stripe up his skin and nipping at it between kisses.*

[john-macnamara]

[That makes John chuckle a bit, something sparkling in his eyes.

He offers little resistance when Chris opens his legs. Rather, he keens when lips touch his skin, always sensitive down there. The noises increase in frequency the further up he goes, scattered praise intermingled with whines and moans.]

God, that’s so good.

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

*Chris hummed softly against his thighs, keeping a hand there to stroke up and down his skin. He moved a bit higher, kissing the small bit of happy trail visible before working on pulling down his boxers with his teeth. He got them pulled down to mid thigh with ease, skilled in his quick work of John's clothing. He left go of the muscle he was holding onto to pull them all the way off, tongue sliding against the free expanse of rough tissue, stopping to suck marks into the dips of bone and skin.*

You sound beautiful, I've barely done anything to you, darling.

*His voice was a low whisper, vibrating against John's hide, only for him to hear, only for him to enjoy. Just him.*

[john-macnamara]

[Looking down, John smiles. This grandpa should not be so sexy, and yet he is. He feels a bit bad, not doing any work right now, but hey, he’s a damn good rider.]

I can’t help that I’m hngh~ loud.

[The last word is practically a pant]

And you’re just ah so warm.

[He loves his nights with Wiley, he really does. They’re fun, they’re good release, they’re the only time he can see the man he loves without violence, but that man is ice cold. John’s not even sure he can produce his own body heat at this point, leading to an interesting, albeit strange sensation when his lover uses his tongue. A return to the norm is nice, the wet heat in between his thighs is wonderful.]

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

*Chris raised an eyebrow at the comment, stuttering in where he was sucking a hickey into John's hip. He knew he ran a bit warm from living in a colder state, but not to the point that anyone had ever said anything about it, so needless to say it raised a few different questions in his mind. He didn't ask them, but they were there.

He pulled back for a moment to coat his own fingers in spit, it wasn't the best lubricant but it'd have to do. As soon as they were slick enough to even consider prepping John his lips were back against his skin, pointer finger teasing around his rim carefully before pushing in.*

[john-macnamara]

[Already fairly desperate, John has to bite back a whine when Chris pulls away. He watches carefully, eyes widening when he realizes what the other man is doing. So soon, huh?

He gasps at the feeling of that same warmth against his hole. He clenches around the new intrusion in it, already moaning from just that little stimulation.]

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

*Chris watched every movement, every hitch of his breath, eyes half lidded as he listened to the noise John was making. He curled his finger carefully, trying his best not to hurt the man beneath him as he opened him up. Before he put the second digit in he kissed up a bit higher, tongue curling just a bit as he licked a stripe up John's dick, sucking the tip into his mouth without hesitation.*

[john-macnamara]

Fuck that’s good.

[The statement is barely audible under the much loader moans coming out of John’s mouth. He hasn’t been treated this gently in ages. It feels nice, not to be fucked into oblivion. Not to say that isn’t enjoyable, but still. This is more relaxing than he anticipated, and he’s enjoying every second of it.]

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

*Chris hummed softly in response to the sound of the younger man's voice, sinking further down on his cock with ease. He hollowed his cheeks, sucking softly. He didn't want this to end soon, but also the noises John was making were heavenly to listen to.

Chris' eyes fluttered shut as he stayed there, tongue flicking over the tip and swiping off any precum. His fingers spread insides of John, scissoring him open and making sure he was relaxed before the third one joined. He curled them upwards, looking to brush against the bundle of nerves awaiting him.*

[john-macnamara]

[John shifts his hips a bit, trying to get more friction against the fingers inside of him. He’d happily take more, but the sensation on his dick is pushing him quickly towards the edge.]

Would you mind if I rode you?

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

*Chris pulled off with a soft pop so he could speak, fingers slowly thrusting in and out of John to give him the friction he was squirming around for.*

Oh, yes, I'd be utterly distraught.

*Chris was joking of course, smiling up at John before letting out a soft chuckle. Still, despite his jest, he shifted around a bit, fingers pulling out and leaving him empty as he slid over onto the bed next to the General.

His belt clicked as he twisted the mechanism that kept it secure, possibly the nerdiest way a belt could be situated. The leather slipped out of his slacks beltloops with ease, dropping to the floor beside the bed with a soft 'clink'. Chris glanced over at John, raising a mocking eyebrow and giving him a playful sneer.*

Well? Get on with it, I don't have all day to play with you.

[john-macnamara]

[John always hates how empty he feels when something leave him. Hates how it reminds him of every other aspect of his life.

Still, he puts on a smile and moves to straddle Chris’ hips, and brings both his pants and undergarments down in one swift movement. Rather than immediately getting on, he swipes a tongue over his hand and begins stroking his wet hand up and down the man’s cock, just enough to get him moderately slick.]

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

*Chris let out a soft, sighing groan, abdomen flexing and twitching as he leaned back on his elbows. His hands came up to rest gently on John's hips, stroking over skin kindly in comparison to how he normally was with his lovers. He preferred the slower pace they were taking up, but it left his mind open to wander, which wasn't anything he ever enjoyed during his recreational time.*

[john-macnamara]

You are… so gorgeous.

[Taking it slow, John positions himself over Chris before slowly sinking down. He takes an inch at a time, stopping to adjust when he needs to. When he reaches the base, he sits there for a moment and just admires the man below him. He wonders how that silver hair would look in moonlight.]

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

*Chris was a bit annoyed at his own body once again betraying him, ears flushing pink at the compliment. He twitched inside of John, letting out a soft groan and wince as he finally stopped. His hands tightened where they sat, massaging into John's skin as he forced himself to stay completely still and let the younger man take the reigns when he felt ready.

He sighed softly, eyes looking up at him through partially smudged lenses. He considered reaching down to use his shirt to clean them, pull it up and let the other director score a glance at his chest, but decided against it, letting the dust on his glasses blur the light around John like a halo.

Sometimes, he wondered what it'd be like to look through the sight of another person, let them see his. He'd love to see what John sees, but then again, he couldn't properly look at himself in a mirror since the accident, why would viewing himself through his eyes be any different? Really, it went down to the root of wanting people to see the beauty in themselves through someone else, maybe that's what Chris wanted for himself. He didn't know anymore. He just wanted them back.*

You're absolutely stunning, you know?

*His voice was quiet, reserved. His brain power was more focused on overthinking and admiring the man on top of him than it was on actually expressing his thoughts.*

[john-macnamara]

Yeah. I do.

[John smiles. He’s always been good at playing up self confidence, especially when it makes him more attractive. Plus a beautiful man is complimenting him, why wouldn’t he smile?

He starts to move up Chris’ cock, only a few inches before sinking back down. He’s going slow for now, but with every rise he gets just a bit higher. It takes everything in John not to speed up when Chris rubs against him just right, but this is supposed to be slow and relaxing, so that’s what it’ll be.]

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

*Chris furrowed his brows at the comment, smirking softly at the ego radiating off of John's smile. It was enticing, he'd always been a fan of confidence, sometimes it was annoying, but it looked quite nice on the man straddling him.

Chris let out a careful groan, trying not to embarrass himself further with actually expressing how good John felt squeezing around him so early on. He rolled his hips up a bit, testing the waters to see if he was alright with him moving. He didn't want to harm him, so he was trying his best to go at the pace the younger man had set, following his lead as much as could. Unfortunately there were reasons he'd never been a soldier, he preferred to do things his own way.*

[john-macnamara]

[John picks up the pace with Chris’ obvious enjoyment, starting to move up and down even faster. Eventually it reaches the point where he’s going all the way from the base to the til, and he lets out a punched groan every time he goes back down.]

Couldn’t let me take care of you for a minute, huh?

[It’s said with a teasing smile]

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

What can I say, I enjoy the control. Besides, pretty boys like you shouldn't have to be working.

*Chris was less teasing than John, it genuinely was a control thing with him, that and the satisfaction of treating a partner with all the respect and attention he could give them.

His hands tightened where they rested on John's skin, no doubt hard enough to leave bruises. He would apologize for the roughness later, but their currents actions were clouding his thoughts. He used that crushing grip to help him along, pulling him down and rolling his hips up to meet each drop down.

Chris wasn't very loud during sex as a general rule, he preferred to listen to the other person, analyze them like an experiment. There was an advantage to it, always remembering the person he'd spent his time with, finding out exactly what make them shudder and scream. It pleased him to see the other person enjoying themself.

Still, John was doing a damn good job, soft groans and the occasionally quiet swear wringing out of Chris' throat. His head was tilted back just the slightest bit with the euphoria wracking his nerves, exposed, vulnerable, but that was the fun of it.*

You are very good at this, still, I think next time I'll have you on your knees.

*His voice was a low growl, like a promise.*

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

[John walks into D.I.C.K. HQ, approaching the front desk of the building, chin held high and back straight. So when he speaks with an air of total confidence, it’s really no surprise.]

Hello. My name is General John MacNamara of the United States Military, and I’m here to attend an audience with your director. Would you be so kind as to direct me on where to go?

[A lie, he doesn’t even know the director’s name. But the receptionist doesn’t need to know that, not if he acts every bit the self-sure General he should be.]

@john-macnamara

*A very bored looking 20ish year old man perked up at being spoken to, all of the other receptionists getting all the calls except him for some odd reason. The young man fixed his tie and smiled at John happily.*

Do you have some form of ID on you to confirm that? Also, which director of which sector? Most of them have meetings today and I would have to contact their receptionists to confirm anything.

*Ah yes, the joys of bureaucracy. Still, the young man got to quick work pulling up military employment files of men named John MacNamara, sorting through them quickly and pulling up the one that actually resembled the man. The receptionist didn't have clearance for anything besides John's rank, age, sex, and military ID.*

Ah, you're still the director of P.E.I.P?

[john-macnamara]

The director of this organization. Please, I’m on a time crunch. I really wouldn’t appreciate being made late.

[John takes out his military ID —not the P.E.I.P. one— and prepares to hand it over. He stops when this 20 year old kid mentions his organization, though. Taken aback, he freezes for a moment before responding]

I am, yes.

[He swaps his military ID for the registration card he uses with P.E.I.P., showing it to the kid as quickly as possible.]

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

*The guy gives John a skeptical look from how quickly he put his ID away but didn't say anything further since everything properly lined up in their records. He did some more typing and picked up his phone to contact Christina as quickly as possible even though he knew she was a busy lady.*

And you said you were here for Chris Stapleton...? Mhmm. Okay, hold on one moment, Sir.

*Christina picked up on the other line, flushing and being a bit girlish because she knew David couldn't see her even though they were speaking. It was known throughout all levels of the receptionists that David and Christina had crushes on each other, but they were really bad at realizing it themselves so everyone just kind of pushed them together on purpose.

Needless to say, David's ears also got a bit pink when she spoke.*

C: Hiya David, what can I do for you?

D: Oh! Uhm, nothing big, does Chris have anything on his schedule for meetings today?

C: Not that I can see but I can check if he's good with some walk-ins if you have someone that forgot to call ahead.

D: Oh, well, that'd be great! Thank you so much!

*The line went dead for a few moments as Christina called into his office to chat with him about it, a soft click coming back on as her voice rang though his headset again.*

C: Yup! Make sure to give whoever it is coming to meet with him an elite pass though, they won't be able to reach the top floor without it.

D: Of course, yeah, I know, thanks again, Christina.

C: No worries! Call anytime! U-hm, for work s-stuff I mean..

*The line went dead with a beep, David sat for a moment, face getting even more red as he quickly handed John an elite day pass.*

That should do just fine for today, elevators are over there.

[john-macnamara]

[Chris Stapleton, noted.

John watches the man progressively blush, hiding a chuckle under a cough. Ah, young love. But when the moment’s over, he quickly returns to his previous demeanor.]

Thank you, son. Have a good day.

[John enters the elevator and presses the button for the fortieth floor. By the time he emerges, he’s already considered everything he hates about this building. Mostly that it’s too damn warm. Still, he approaches Christina with a smile and a wave]

Hello, I believe I have a meeting with Mr. Stapleton.

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

*Christina looked up from where she was typing out a a staff party email, smiling softly.*

Ah you're our mystery man are you? Same one that requested the Newman file.

*She hadn't forgotten about the call from the other day about those classified documents, hadn't forgotten who had requested them either. She sighed gently, pressing an intercom button on her desk and rolling her eyes as a smooth voice rang out.*

Chris: Yes? Not another call from Howard, is it?

Christina: No. Your drop-in visitor is here already.

Chris: Ah, of course, send them in. Thank you.

*Christina let go of the small button and pressed a different one, the sliding metal and glass door to the man's office sliding open for John to pass through.*

Have a pleasant meeting

[john-macnamara]

And you’re that lovely receptionist I spoke to. I’m sorry again for my little outburst, it was entirely uncalled for.

[This is the first time John’s been genuine his entire time in this building, his smile dropping into a more neutral expression.

Still, once a few moments have passed, he plasters that smile back onto his face and walks through the door, not even addressing Chris before he starts talking.]

You know, for an organization seemingly set on knowing everything, a forty story tower seems like quite the oversight, don’t you think?

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

*Without missing a beat, Chris grinned as he silently poured a second glass of fine scotch.*

And yet, you didn't know we existed until you had to.

*Of course, he didn't 100% know that John hadn't known of them before he first requested a document, but it made sense considering what he knew of the General.

Chris was a salt and pepper haired man with somewhat faded freckles and lightly tanned skin, he wore a pair of glasses, a black turtleneck, brown slacks, and a grey overcoat.

The office was tidy, clear room to pace and discuss with a Cocobolo desk, a few plants, the odd tasteful painting, and metal framed skylights so Chris didn't have to waste energy on lighting during the day.*

[john-macnamara]

What makes you think that’s what I was judging?

[John looks over the man in front of him, eyes dropping a bit lower than strictly necessary. He’s intimidating, sure, but so is John. He might not be particularly tall or imposing in first glance, but his physique is obvious even through his shirt. The obvious musculature and the stoicism on his face combine to make him into quite the intimidating figure.]

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

*Chris raised an eyebrow as John not so subtly checked him out, chuckling at his response. He wasn't intimidated by this man, sure, he looked like he could probably fold Chris in half and toss him around, but he didn't get to where he was by being frightened by an appearance.

In response to John's very obvious glance over, Chris reacted in kind, staring down at the shorter man and letting his eyes rake over him. He took in ever detail, down to the fiber of his shirt's threads. He stalked over to him and handed him one of the glasses of scotch, nothing added, though the eyebags and obvious military stature made Chris think he wouldn't drink it either way.*

So, Mr. MacNamara, how can I help you? I'm sure you have some reason for getting yourself all the way over to Maine.

*He was aware that PEIP, more specifically the group of PEIP John and his nephew were apart of, were in a completely different state. So, he was assuming this was something of importance, otherwise he'd be fairly disappointed.*

[john-macnamara]

[It’s not terribly comfortable feeling this stranger’s eyes on him, but a shiver makes its way way up John’s spine nonetheless.

He looks distastefully at the glass, pushing it back into Chris’ hand.]

I’m not a whiskey man.

[The expression turns to Chris]

That’s General MacNamara to you, Mr. Stapleton. And I have a few questions for you, ones I expected to be answered.

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

*Chris shrugged and downed the glass he had initially poured for John, setting the glass on a coaster on his desk and taking a much softer sip of his own glass. He was unfazed by John's scowl, gentle, charismatic smile staying put on his lips.*

Well, General, I suppose you can properly address me as Professor if that's how we're playing this. Now, please, do ask, I'll answer to the best of my abilities.

[john-macnamara]

My apologies. You don’t strike me as a particularly learned man.

[He doesn’t sound terribly sorry]

Let’s make it simple. Why do you have a hold on one of my agent’s files?

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

*Chris outwardly laughed, smile stretching ear to ear as he chuckled over John's first statement. He wasn't at all offended or particularly upset, he found it quite funny consider his doctorate papers hung on the wall above his desk and the fact that nearly everyone he met had the complete opposite assessment.

He sipped his scotch again before answering, mulling over how he could answer this without upsetting this very already displeased man.*

I'm assuming you mean Norton Newman, yes? Well, he's under our care and jurisdiction, which means it's very important we keep his file safe and confidential.

[john-macnamara]

[Unfortunately, that sets John off further.]

You’ll have to explain to me how exactly one of my people is under your care. While we’re at it, I’d appreciate if you explained what exactly is wrong with Agent Newman that he managed to forget an entire day’s worth of events? Since he’s under your care, that is.

[He has a few theories towards Norton’s missing memories. Some being natural, others not so much. Either way, John has a good feeling that the man in front of him knows the truth]

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

It would seem that you already know why he's in our care then.

*Chris sighs, smile flickering down into a soft frown for a few moments. He was about to partially lie through his teeth, but it wasn't that he had anything against John, he just couldn't tell him about Norton much without having to explain things that actually were top secret.*

Mr. Newman has serious problems with false memory, short and long term amnesia, and dissociative disorder. His father and mother worked for this organization and when they died, followed by his brother, his mental state essentially shattered. With him left in the organization's care we do our best to help him through rough patches without furthering the damage caused by the trauma of losing his family so young.

*He took a long drag of his whiskey, staring at his own shoes and mentally noting to shine them later.*

It's a very fragile topic, so we don't allow many people to look at his file so we don't disrupt his already strewn about state of mind.

[john-macnamara]

[That seems not entirely implausible, but there are still a few points that nag at John]

You know, medical information is incredibly important, especially considering I’ve sent him out into the field. I’d assume you know this. So why would you let me do that, knowing he occasionally has flashes of memory loss? Especially if you’re his caretaker, more specifically, his father?

[He pauses for dramatic effect]

At least, that’s what your own file said.

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

*The thing was, no file ever stated that Chris had ever been Norton's guardian, especially not any file that John would be allowed to access. Chris doubled over, chuckling even harder than he had at the insult. He wiped a hand over his face, pinching the bridge of his nose.*

What file could that have been, hmm?

*Chris caught his breath after laughing so hard at the man's statement, sighing softly afterwards.*

No but more seriously, I had no clue he was being allowed into the field. As stated before, we don't monitor him at work for your organizations confidentiality and he never mentioned it to anyone. I'm terribly sorry about that, if I had known I would've contacted you and let you know. A grave oversight on my part. We were under the impression that he is only in charge of files, as the title 'Files Manager' suggests.

[john-macnamara]

[John catches his mistake as soon as it slips out of his mouth. Shit. He knows not to let his mouth run when he gets overconfident, but he did it anyway. A small bit of him is ticked off, however, when he mentions confidentiality]

My organization’s confidentiality? That’s rich, considering you have a file on me while I didn’t even know you existed. Seems that there’s a bit of a power imbalance there, don’t you think?

Oh, and I’m still quite stuck on why I cannot be given his file. You are his caretaker, I understand that you want to protect him. But I do assume you understand that I’m to be given his entire medical record and anything to look out for upon his hire, yes? It’s only the law.

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

Your file is only what any other organization would be able to know, simple as that.

*Chris raises an eyebrow at the mention of the law playing into this, because he knew for a fact there were exceptions to that supposed law.*

You wouldn't be entitled to that even if he wasn't under our care, besides it's our duty to keep his medical in check, not yours. You should have no reason to be checking his medical history anyways, but because he's been out in the field I can see why you're concerned.

Without requesting and having Mr. Newman consensually release his medical information to you or your organization there would be no law that gives you the freedom to access it. I'm assuming that most of your agents have given consent, however, I implore you to check your records for any physical confirmation of Mr. Newman allowing it.

If you'd like, I can have a copy of his medical history given to you just in case it's an emergency.

*Chris was once again not even the slightest bit frightened by John's ability to try and poke holes in things.*

[john-macnamara]

[John tilts his head, smiling a bit.]

That first part, that’s a lie. You know it.

[He ignores the second part, for now.]

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

I'm afraid it's not. Well, from what I know. Maybe other organizations simply don't know of you, like how you didn't know about us.

*Chris wasn't one to go back on a lie without proof, it could lead to some messy situations, not to mention the obvious bluff. He finished off his glass of whiskey, setting the glass down and going to sit at a leather arm chair to give himself a bit more space to relax now that the alcohol was settling into his system. He splayed out a bit, crossing his legs like an invitation and a refusal in one. He wanted to see just how far he could get this man to oblivion and frustration.*

[john-macnamara]

They do, because I introduced myself. Before that, I didn’t have any files on them, just like they didn’t have anything on me. You see how that works? Equal exchange.

[He explains the last part like he’s talking to a toddler.

Yet again, John’s eyes drop lower than they should. The slacks fit Chris well, too well. Just barely enough room for imagination, though that doesn’t help either.]

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

*Chris chuckled, tipping his head back to lean against the chair. He knew it was a compromising position to be in, throat easy to throttle or slit, Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed. He wanted John to know just how unthreatened he was by his presence, so much so that he would give him room to drain the soul from his body.*

Would you like an equal exchange then? Is that what this was meant to be about? Information about us to make you feel less left out?

*Chris enjoyed pushing buttons, which is why his were so hard to even brush, why poke the bear if you were susceptible to getting mauled? He uncrossed his legs, opening the stance even more, like he wanted John to be able to jump at him and tear him apart.*

[john-macnamara]

[You are not attracted to this man. You are not attracted to this man. You are not attracted to this man. Chris opens his legs. Okay you’re definitely attracted to this man.

Still, it’s not unlike John to work through his attraction, so he pushes on.]

Left out is a string term. Annoyed is better. I’d like to take you up on that offer regarding Newman’s medical information. You never know what could happen. And one other thing, if you don’t mind.

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

*Chris sighed softly, head tilting back down to look John in the eyes, smirk present. He raised both eyebrows like it was a challenge, hand coming up to readjust his glasses calmly.*

Of course, I'll have Christina handle the medical record for you, what 'other thing' did you have in mind?

*Chris pressed his tongue over his teeth, not for any particular reason, he just enjoyed watching how John seemed a bit tense. He was sure it was a mix between the actual conversation and everything else Chris was doing, either way, he was savoring it.

[john-macnamara]

[John begins to pace, sufficiently distracting himself from his burgeoning attraction to Chris by monologuing.]

In the early 1980s, an organization called D.A.N.G.E.R. fell apart. Don’t try to deny this, we both know it’s true. P.E.I.P. has very few records of them, but they all stop then, which is the same time frame wherein we were given plenty of their own files. Meaning, of course, that they collapsed. The thing is, though, your agent Newman and I discussed this, and we realized that the rest of D.A.N.G.E.R likely survived in some capacity or another.

I’m not asking for everything you have on them, far from it, but I need to know what you have on one specific thing. They gave us information on portals, ones that can travel both through dimensions and between them. But I suspect we’re not the only ones who got that information. Can you confirm, Director Stapleton, that you’re just as aware of the worlds beyond our own as we are?

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

*The mention of the portals made Chris tense this time, not the mention of D.A.N.G.E.R, no. The mention of portals specifically. He didn't let it show much, stance staying mostly relaxed and calm, but his hands clenched into fists for a short moment. He sighed, blinking softly and humming.*

Yes, D.I.C.K is aware of the portals and theories surrounding it. Am I to assume that P.E.I.P is the organization in charge of them? Never mind that, you're not the one meant to be answering questions. My apologies.

*It wasn't D.I.C.K's job to maintain or start up the portals, sure, they were also given access to the technology and information about them, but that wasn't why their organization existed.*

[john-macnamara]

[Hm, interesting. John notices the tenseness, mostly from recognizing his own reactions. The same near flinch he always reacts to Wilbur’s name with.]

You’re correct in that assumption, yes. I’d simply like to know if there’s anything you could hand over regarding them. In exchange, you get our own research. Tit for tat, an equal exchange.

[This is a risky endeavor and he knows it, but John’s almost entirely sure that D.I.C.K. knows whatever P.E.I.P. does. Or almost everything, he’s not dumb enough to let every bit of information slip.]

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

*Chris shrugged softly.*

What mine is yours, anything we have on portals is free for you to take, all you have to do is ask.

*Well, mostly everything. Chris couldn't give him the people lost to the portal or the dates theirs was activated for his own mental stability but he was genuine about everything else. He had no reason to withhold documents on the portals that John should already have, and he had no reason to really require what John had until he got everything working like he wanted it to.*

[john-macnamara]

Well, I’m asking then.

[John just wants them to get this over with. Then he can either go or at least get a proper distraction]

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

Well I didn't mean ask me specifically. That's not my job. I can hand you off to our man in charge of it later. Is there anything else you needed?

*Chris stared at him, eyes half lidded, partially from alcohol, partially from the annoyance of being reminded of the portal, and partially from general animalistic attraction. He leaned back into the chair a bit further, sighing softly, if he didn't need to be doing anyone or anything he would likely just take a nap on the sofa or even where he was in his chair. Sleeping was better than actuallly thinking in his experience.*

[john-macnamara]

Please do so.

[John gives Chris a once over yet again. He’s not going to outright say anything, but he doesn’t particularly want to end this conversation either]

That depends. Is there anything else you think I need?

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

I think you need a great many things, General, all of which I am willing to provide. That is, if you were hoping for some proper fun?

*His voice was a bit mocking with his title, he didn't actually care much for this man wandering into his office and demanding answers of him. He was also being a bit more forward than he should've been during work hours while in the actual building, but it wasn't like he had any known power over this man, so really it wasn't breaking any self made rules of the workspace.*

[john-macnamara]

[John doesn’t appreciate the obvious disrespect, but does unfortunately find his body feeling quite fond towards it. I mean, it’s not like he can do anything if we’re both occupied, right?]

I think fun is exactly what I’m looking for. The flight over here was awful stressful, you see.

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

*Chris didn't move, watching John from where he was sitting still, perfectly content with the air of the room like this.*

Well, I'm terribly sorry about that, maybe next time I'll come to you. Would you prefer a bed, or are you so tense that you'd like to take your relief against my desk?

[john-macnamara]

[John, on the other hand, is getting fairly twitchy. Heat floods his veins and with it comes the need to move]

That depends, how quick can we get to the bed?

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

*Chris smiled at him softly, gaze still just the slightest bit mocking. He stood from his chair with a gentle sigh, ever so graceful as he drifted back over to his desk and flicking a switch under the drawer. With a click and some whirring a panel in the floor opened, another identical bit of flooring popping out of the hole with a plush, silky, navy blue king sized bed sitting on top of it. It clicked a few more times before Chris sauntered over and sat on it, giving John a look.*

Well, I'm not sure, how fast can your legs move?

*Chris had designed the system that moved the bed in and out the most efficiently, he was fairly proud of himself for it. He felt the need to clarify that he took naps in his office but it didn't seem entirely appropriate, but he also didn't want this man to think that he ever planned on anything with his coworkers. It would be a gross misuse of power to ever be in a relationship with anyone in his organization considering he was the director and that wasn't something he would ever do, it simply wasn't moral.*

[john-macnamara]

[John returns a smile with a glare, though the only heat behind it is decidedly less antagonistic. He looks at the bed, furrowing his brow just a bit with something unrecognizable.]

You couldn’t have just had a simple pull out?

[Still, he saunters over, letting his hair down as he walks. Just before reaching Chris, however, John stops, waiting.]

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

I never pull out. Besides, it gave me a project to work on while I was figuring out the technology of it.

*Chris would be lying if he said he didn't enjoy the way John approached him, it was entertaining. Moderately enticing, attractive, and exceedingly fun to watch. Though when he stopped, Chris raised an eyebrow. He stood, stalking over, it was only a few steps for him, but then again, he was considerably taller than John. He stared down at him, hands landing on his shoulders before smoothing down to his hips.*

Is this alright? Or were you standing there waiting for something else?

[john-macnamara]

[The pun catches John off guard, getting a genuine laugh from him.]

I like you.

[With a smile, he takes Chris’ hand and brings it up to his lips, eyes roving over the man in front of him while he does so. Hyper aware of every movement he makes, John kisses the ring on Chris’ finger the way one might treat royalty. And who says chivalry is dead?]

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

*Chris was just the slightest bit taken aback, ears dusting red at John's action. That was his sister's ring, the one that matched on his other hand, one for each of them. Internally he scolded himself for reacting that way, it was embarrassing, really. It was just as shameful as the way his heart skipped at the sound of John's laugh, disgusting. He had moved past anything like that a long time ago, this was nothing, it was sex, mutual chemical attraction.

He smiled back softly, gaze softening just a bit, maybe subconsciously, maybe since he simply felt bad mocking this man. Either way, it was nice.*

I could say the same to you, you're quite the gentleman.

*Chris' free hand drifted a bit lower, hooking onto John's belt loop and pulling him a bit closer, a bit closer to him, a bit closer to the bed. He stared down at him, brown and green tracing over ever detail of John's face, committing it to memory.*

Shall we?

[john-macnamara]

I try.

[Praise is always nice, especially on the rare occasion it’s not sexual. So like any gentleman, he offers a charming grin, admiring the color of the other man’s eyes. It’s strange, he’s pretty sure they’re the same color, but one seems a bit more yellow than the other. It’s probably nothing.

No matter the orientation of them, they’re awful pretty. The right one makes him think of a crooked grin and heated wrestling. The left… let’s not think about that right now.]

Yes we shall.

[John places a chaste kiss on Chris’ neck, waiting for encouragement before continuing further.]

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

*Chris took his hand back from John's grip to gently comb it through his hair, not to his surprise, it was very soft just as it had looked. He used the careful grip on both parts of John to spin them around, nice and slow, crowding him back onto the bed and laying him down delicately on the plush surface.

Following John's lead in a way, he ducked down, pressing a few kisses to his pulse and nudging his legs open. His hands landed back on his hips, fingers working their way under the fabric of his shirt to trail up his sides and map out rough skin.*

You are quite the sight to behold, very handsome.

*So maybe Chris was a bit more old fashioned with how he praised and complimented in the bedroom, but in all fairness he was a whole 20 years older than the man under him.*

[john-macnamara]

[This time John doesn’t just laugh, but giggles, eyes crinkling at the corners. He shivers as callused hands trace over his skin, a multitude of scars tangible all along his torso.]

I’d have to say the same. You’re absolutely gorgeous for a ninety year old.

[An obvious joke, as evidenced by the sharp grin on John’s face]

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

*Chris chuckled, a genuine laugh, not the mocking one it normally was. The smile on his face was soft, dimples matching his freckles and making him almost look youthful again.*

Well excuse you, young man, I am 64. I'm not ancient yet.

*His hands tightened around John's sides, pulling him further onto the bed. Deft fingers snuck down and popped the button of the younger man's pants, gently teasing along the waistband of his boxers.

He pressed a kiss to the smile lines of John's face, hot breath ghosting over his skin.*

Is this still okay?

*He was being genuine, he had no want to do this with an unwilling party.*

[john-macnamara]

And I am not young! I’m 44, I just don’t look it.

[John isn’t normally one to be easy in bed, but he’s unsure how Chris’ll react if he gets too bratty. So he’ll stay relatively vanilla, for now, at least.]

Very.

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

And I'm still old enough to be your dad.

*He slipped John's pants off with ease, keeping the shirt on for now since he had felt a good bit of scarring and wasn't sure if he wanted that on display. His hands ran up and down John's legs, landing on his inner thighs and gently spreading them apart. He started with a kiss just above his knee, then a few inches higher, then Chris pressed his tongue against the muscle, licking a stripe up his skin and nipping at it between kisses.*

[john-macnamara]

[That makes John chuckle a bit, something sparkling in his eyes.

He offers little resistance when Chris opens his legs. Rather, he keens when lips touch his skin, always sensitive down there. The noises increase in frequency the further up he goes, scattered praise intermingled with whines and moans.]

God, that’s so good.

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

*Chris hummed softly against his thighs, keeping a hand there to stroke up and down his skin. He moved a bit higher, kissing the small bit of happy trail visible before working on pulling down his boxers with his teeth. He got them pulled down to mid thigh with ease, skilled in his quick work of John's clothing. He left go of the muscle he was holding onto to pull them all the way off, tongue sliding against the free expanse of rough tissue, stopping to suck marks into the dips of bone and skin.*

You sound beautiful, I've barely done anything to you, darling.

*His voice was a low whisper, vibrating against John's hide, only for him to hear, only for him to enjoy. Just him.*

[john-macnamara]

[Looking down, John smiles. This grandpa should not be so sexy, and yet he is. He feels a bit bad, not doing any work right now, but hey, he’s a damn good rider.]

I can’t help that I’m hngh~ loud.

[The last word is practically a pant]

And you’re just ah so warm.

[He loves his nights with Wiley, he really does. They’re fun, they’re good release, they’re the only time he can see the man he loves without violence, but that man is ice cold. John’s not even sure he can produce his own body heat at this point, leading to an interesting, albeit strange sensation when his lover uses his tongue. A return to the norm is nice, the wet heat in between his thighs is wonderful.]

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

*Chris raised an eyebrow at the comment, stuttering in where he was sucking a hickey into John's hip. He knew he ran a bit warm from living in a colder state, but not to the point that anyone had ever said anything about it, so needless to say it raised a few different questions in his mind. He didn't ask them, but they were there.

He pulled back for a moment to coat his own fingers in spit, it wasn't the best lubricant but it'd have to do. As soon as they were slick enough to even consider prepping John his lips were back against his skin, pointer finger teasing around his rim carefully before pushing in.*

[john-macnamara]

[Already fairly desperate, John has to bite back a whine when Chris pulls away. He watches carefully, eyes widening when he realizes what the other man is doing. So soon, huh?

He gasps at the feeling of that same warmth against his hole. He clenches around the new intrusion in it, already moaning from just that little stimulation.]

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

*Chris watched every movement, every hitch of his breath, eyes half lidded as he listened to the noise John was making. He curled his finger carefully, trying his best not to hurt the man beneath him as he opened him up. Before he put the second digit in he kissed up a bit higher, tongue curling just a bit as he licked a stripe up John's dick, sucking the tip into his mouth without hesitation.*

[john-macnamara]

Fuck that’s good.

[The statement is barely audible under the much loader moans coming out of John’s mouth. He hasn’t been treated this gently in ages. It feels nice, not to be fucked into oblivion. Not to say that isn’t enjoyable, but still. This is more relaxing than he anticipated, and he’s enjoying every second of it.]

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

*Chris hummed softly in response to the sound of the younger man's voice, sinking further down on his cock with ease. He hollowed his cheeks, sucking softly. He didn't want this to end soon, but also the noises John was making were heavenly to listen to.

Chris' eyes fluttered shut as he stayed there, tongue flicking over the tip and swiping off any precum. His fingers spread insides of John, scissoring him open and making sure he was relaxed before the third one joined. He curled them upwards, looking to brush against the bundle of nerves awaiting him.*

[john-macnamara]

[John shifts his hips a bit, trying to get more friction against the fingers inside of him. He’d happily take more, but the sensation on his dick is pushing him quickly towards the edge.]

Would you mind if I rode you?

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

*Chris pulled off with a soft pop so he could speak, fingers slowly thrusting in and out of John to give him the friction he was squirming around for.*

Oh, yes, I'd be utterly distraught.

*Chris was joking of course, smiling up at John before letting out a soft chuckle. Still, despite his jest, he shifted around a bit, fingers pulling out and leaving him empty as he slid over onto the bed next to the General.

His belt clicked as he twisted the mechanism that kept it secure, possibly the nerdiest way a belt could be situated. The leather slipped out of his slacks beltloops with ease, dropping to the floor beside the bed with a soft 'clink'. Chris glanced over at John, raising a mocking eyebrow and giving him a playful sneer.*

Well? Get on with it, I don't have all day to play with you.

[john-macnamara]

[John always hates how empty he feels when something leave him. Hates how it reminds him of every other aspect of his life.

Still, he puts on a smile and moves to straddle Chris’ hips, and brings both his pants and undergarments down in one swift movement. Rather than immediately getting on, he swipes a tongue over his hand and begins stroking his wet hand up and down the man’s cock, just enough to get him moderately slick.]

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

*Chris let out a soft, sighing groan, abdomen flexing and twitching as he leaned back on his elbows. His hands came up to rest gently on John's hips, stroking over skin kindly in comparison to how he normally was with his lovers. He preferred the slower pace they were taking up, but it left his mind open to wander, which wasn't anything he ever enjoyed during his recreational time.*

[john-macnamara]

You are… so gorgeous.

[Taking it slow, John positions himself over Chris before slowly sinking down. He takes an inch at a time, stopping to adjust when he needs to. When he reaches the base, he sits there for a moment and just admires the man below him. He wonders how that silver hair would look in moonlight.]

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

*Chris was a bit annoyed at his own body once again betraying him, ears flushing pink at the compliment. He twitched inside of John, letting out a soft groan and wince as he finally stopped. His hands tightened where they sat, massaging into John's skin as he forced himself to stay completely still and let the younger man take the reigns when he felt ready.

He sighed softly, eyes looking up at him through partially smudged lenses. He considered reaching down to use his shirt to clean them, pull it up and let the other director score a glance at his chest, but decided against it, letting the dust on his glasses blur the light around John like a halo.

Sometimes, he wondered what it'd be like to look through the sight of another person, let them see his. He'd love to see what John sees, but then again, he couldn't properly look at himself in a mirror since the accident, why would viewing himself through his eyes be any different? Really, it went down to the root of wanting people to see the beauty in themselves through someone else, maybe that's what Chris wanted for himself. He didn't know anymore. He just wanted them back.*

You're absolutely stunning, you know?

*His voice was quiet, reserved. His brain power was more focused on overthinking and admiring the man on top of him than it was on actually expressing his thoughts.*

[john-macnamara]

Yeah. I do.

[John smiles. He’s always been good at playing up self confidence, especially when it makes him more attractive. Plus a beautiful man is complimenting him, why wouldn’t he smile?

He starts to move up Chris’ cock, only a few inches before sinking back down. He’s going slow for now, but with every rise he gets just a bit higher. It takes everything in John not to speed up when Chris rubs against him just right, but this is supposed to be slow and relaxing, so that’s what it’ll be.]

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

*Chris furrowed his brows at the comment, smirking softly at the ego radiating off of John's smile. It was enticing, he'd always been a fan of confidence, sometimes it was annoying, but it looked quite nice on the man straddling him.

Chris let out a careful groan, trying not to embarrass himself further with actually expressing how good John felt squeezing around him so early on. He rolled his hips up a bit, testing the waters to see if he was alright with him moving. He didn't want to harm him, so he was trying his best to go at the pace the younger man had set, following his lead as much as could. Unfortunately there were reasons he'd never been a soldier, he preferred to do things his own way.*

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

[John walks into D.I.C.K. HQ, approaching the front desk of the building, chin held high and back straight. So when he speaks with an air of total confidence, it’s really no surprise.]

Hello. My name is General John MacNamara of the United States Military, and I’m here to attend an audience with your director. Would you be so kind as to direct me on where to go?

[A lie, he doesn’t even know the director’s name. But the receptionist doesn’t need to know that, not if he acts every bit the self-sure General he should be.]

@john-macnamara

*A very bored looking 20ish year old man perked up at being spoken to, all of the other receptionists getting all the calls except him for some odd reason. The young man fixed his tie and smiled at John happily.*

Do you have some form of ID on you to confirm that? Also, which director of which sector? Most of them have meetings today and I would have to contact their receptionists to confirm anything.

*Ah yes, the joys of bureaucracy. Still, the young man got to quick work pulling up military employment files of men named John MacNamara, sorting through them quickly and pulling up the one that actually resembled the man. The receptionist didn't have clearance for anything besides John's rank, age, sex, and military ID.*

Ah, you're still the director of P.E.I.P?

[john-macnamara]

The director of this organization. Please, I’m on a time crunch. I really wouldn’t appreciate being made late.

[John takes out his military ID —not the P.E.I.P. one— and prepares to hand it over. He stops when this 20 year old kid mentions his organization, though. Taken aback, he freezes for a moment before responding]

I am, yes.

[He swaps his military ID for the registration card he uses with P.E.I.P., showing it to the kid as quickly as possible.]

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

*The guy gives John a skeptical look from how quickly he put his ID away but didn't say anything further since everything properly lined up in their records. He did some more typing and picked up his phone to contact Christina as quickly as possible even though he knew she was a busy lady.*

And you said you were here for Chris Stapleton...? Mhmm. Okay, hold on one moment, Sir.

*Christina picked up on the other line, flushing and being a bit girlish because she knew David couldn't see her even though they were speaking. It was known throughout all levels of the receptionists that David and Christina had crushes on each other, but they were really bad at realizing it themselves so everyone just kind of pushed them together on purpose.

Needless to say, David's ears also got a bit pink when she spoke.*

C: Hiya David, what can I do for you?

D: Oh! Uhm, nothing big, does Chris have anything on his schedule for meetings today?

C: Not that I can see but I can check if he's good with some walk-ins if you have someone that forgot to call ahead.

D: Oh, well, that'd be great! Thank you so much!

*The line went dead for a few moments as Christina called into his office to chat with him about it, a soft click coming back on as her voice rang though his headset again.*

C: Yup! Make sure to give whoever it is coming to meet with him an elite pass though, they won't be able to reach the top floor without it.

D: Of course, yeah, I know, thanks again, Christina.

C: No worries! Call anytime! U-hm, for work s-stuff I mean..

*The line went dead with a beep, David sat for a moment, face getting even more red as he quickly handed John an elite day pass.*

That should do just fine for today, elevators are over there.

[john-macnamara]

[Chris Stapleton, noted.

John watches the man progressively blush, hiding a chuckle under a cough. Ah, young love. But when the moment’s over, he quickly returns to his previous demeanor.]

Thank you, son. Have a good day.

[John enters the elevator and presses the button for the fortieth floor. By the time he emerges, he’s already considered everything he hates about this building. Mostly that it’s too damn warm. Still, he approaches Christina with a smile and a wave]

Hello, I believe I have a meeting with Mr. Stapleton.

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

*Christina looked up from where she was typing out a a staff party email, smiling softly.*

Ah you're our mystery man are you? Same one that requested the Newman file.

*She hadn't forgotten about the call from the other day about those classified documents, hadn't forgotten who had requested them either. She sighed gently, pressing an intercom button on her desk and rolling her eyes as a smooth voice rang out.*

Chris: Yes? Not another call from Howard, is it?

Christina: No. Your drop-in visitor is here already.

Chris: Ah, of course, send them in. Thank you.

*Christina let go of the small button and pressed a different one, the sliding metal and glass door to the man's office sliding open for John to pass through.*

Have a pleasant meeting

[john-macnamara]

And you’re that lovely receptionist I spoke to. I’m sorry again for my little outburst, it was entirely uncalled for.

[This is the first time John’s been genuine his entire time in this building, his smile dropping into a more neutral expression.

Still, once a few moments have passed, he plasters that smile back onto his face and walks through the door, not even addressing Chris before he starts talking.]

You know, for an organization seemingly set on knowing everything, a forty story tower seems like quite the oversight, don’t you think?

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

*Without missing a beat, Chris grinned as he silently poured a second glass of fine scotch.*

And yet, you didn't know we existed until you had to.

*Of course, he didn't 100% know that John hadn't known of them before he first requested a document, but it made sense considering what he knew of the General.

Chris was a salt and pepper haired man with somewhat faded freckles and lightly tanned skin, he wore a pair of glasses, a black turtleneck, brown slacks, and a grey overcoat.

The office was tidy, clear room to pace and discuss with a Cocobolo desk, a few plants, the odd tasteful painting, and metal framed skylights so Chris didn't have to waste energy on lighting during the day.*

[john-macnamara]

What makes you think that’s what I was judging?

[John looks over the man in front of him, eyes dropping a bit lower than strictly necessary. He’s intimidating, sure, but so is John. He might not be particularly tall or imposing in first glance, but his physique is obvious even through his shirt. The obvious musculature and the stoicism on his face combine to make him into quite the intimidating figure.]

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

*Chris raised an eyebrow as John not so subtly checked him out, chuckling at his response. He wasn't intimidated by this man, sure, he looked like he could probably fold Chris in half and toss him around, but he didn't get to where he was by being frightened by an appearance.

In response to John's very obvious glance over, Chris reacted in kind, staring down at the shorter man and letting his eyes rake over him. He took in ever detail, down to the fiber of his shirt's threads. He stalked over to him and handed him one of the glasses of scotch, nothing added, though the eyebags and obvious military stature made Chris think he wouldn't drink it either way.*

So, Mr. MacNamara, how can I help you? I'm sure you have some reason for getting yourself all the way over to Maine.

*He was aware that PEIP, more specifically the group of PEIP John and his nephew were apart of, were in a completely different state. So, he was assuming this was something of importance, otherwise he'd be fairly disappointed.*

[john-macnamara]

[It’s not terribly comfortable feeling this stranger’s eyes on him, but a shiver makes its way way up John’s spine nonetheless.

He looks distastefully at the glass, pushing it back into Chris’ hand.]

I’m not a whiskey man.

[The expression turns to Chris]

That’s General MacNamara to you, Mr. Stapleton. And I have a few questions for you, ones I expected to be answered.

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

*Chris shrugged and downed the glass he had initially poured for John, setting the glass on a coaster on his desk and taking a much softer sip of his own glass. He was unfazed by John's scowl, gentle, charismatic smile staying put on his lips.*

Well, General, I suppose you can properly address me as Professor if that's how we're playing this. Now, please, do ask, I'll answer to the best of my abilities.

[john-macnamara]

My apologies. You don’t strike me as a particularly learned man.

[He doesn’t sound terribly sorry]

Let’s make it simple. Why do you have a hold on one of my agent’s files?

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

*Chris outwardly laughed, smile stretching ear to ear as he chuckled over John's first statement. He wasn't at all offended or particularly upset, he found it quite funny consider his doctorate papers hung on the wall above his desk and the fact that nearly everyone he met had the complete opposite assessment.

He sipped his scotch again before answering, mulling over how he could answer this without upsetting this very already displeased man.*

I'm assuming you mean Norton Newman, yes? Well, he's under our care and jurisdiction, which means it's very important we keep his file safe and confidential.

[john-macnamara]

[Unfortunately, that sets John off further.]

You’ll have to explain to me how exactly one of my people is under your care. While we’re at it, I’d appreciate if you explained what exactly is wrong with Agent Newman that he managed to forget an entire day’s worth of events? Since he’s under your care, that is.

[He has a few theories towards Norton’s missing memories. Some being natural, others not so much. Either way, John has a good feeling that the man in front of him knows the truth]

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

It would seem that you already know why he's in our care then.

*Chris sighs, smile flickering down into a soft frown for a few moments. He was about to partially lie through his teeth, but it wasn't that he had anything against John, he just couldn't tell him about Norton much without having to explain things that actually were top secret.*

Mr. Newman has serious problems with false memory, short and long term amnesia, and dissociative disorder. His father and mother worked for this organization and when they died, followed by his brother, his mental state essentially shattered. With him left in the organization's care we do our best to help him through rough patches without furthering the damage caused by the trauma of losing his family so young.

*He took a long drag of his whiskey, staring at his own shoes and mentally noting to shine them later.*

It's a very fragile topic, so we don't allow many people to look at his file so we don't disrupt his already strewn about state of mind.

[john-macnamara]

[That seems not entirely implausible, but there are still a few points that nag at John]

You know, medical information is incredibly important, especially considering I’ve sent him out into the field. I’d assume you know this. So why would you let me do that, knowing he occasionally has flashes of memory loss? Especially if you’re his caretaker, more specifically, his father?

[He pauses for dramatic effect]

At least, that’s what your own file said.

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

*The thing was, no file ever stated that Chris had ever been Norton's guardian, especially not any file that John would be allowed to access. Chris doubled over, chuckling even harder than he had at the insult. He wiped a hand over his face, pinching the bridge of his nose.*

What file could that have been, hmm?

*Chris caught his breath after laughing so hard at the man's statement, sighing softly afterwards.*

No but more seriously, I had no clue he was being allowed into the field. As stated before, we don't monitor him at work for your organizations confidentiality and he never mentioned it to anyone. I'm terribly sorry about that, if I had known I would've contacted you and let you know. A grave oversight on my part. We were under the impression that he is only in charge of files, as the title 'Files Manager' suggests.

[john-macnamara]

[John catches his mistake as soon as it slips out of his mouth. Shit. He knows not to let his mouth run when he gets overconfident, but he did it anyway. A small bit of him is ticked off, however, when he mentions confidentiality]

My organization’s confidentiality? That’s rich, considering you have a file on me while I didn’t even know you existed. Seems that there’s a bit of a power imbalance there, don’t you think?

Oh, and I’m still quite stuck on why I cannot be given his file. You are his caretaker, I understand that you want to protect him. But I do assume you understand that I’m to be given his entire medical record and anything to look out for upon his hire, yes? It’s only the law.

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

Your file is only what any other organization would be able to know, simple as that.

*Chris raises an eyebrow at the mention of the law playing into this, because he knew for a fact there were exceptions to that supposed law.*

You wouldn't be entitled to that even if he wasn't under our care, besides it's our duty to keep his medical in check, not yours. You should have no reason to be checking his medical history anyways, but because he's been out in the field I can see why you're concerned.

Without requesting and having Mr. Newman consensually release his medical information to you or your organization there would be no law that gives you the freedom to access it. I'm assuming that most of your agents have given consent, however, I implore you to check your records for any physical confirmation of Mr. Newman allowing it.

If you'd like, I can have a copy of his medical history given to you just in case it's an emergency.

*Chris was once again not even the slightest bit frightened by John's ability to try and poke holes in things.*

[john-macnamara]

[John tilts his head, smiling a bit.]

That first part, that’s a lie. You know it.

[He ignores the second part, for now.]

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

I'm afraid it's not. Well, from what I know. Maybe other organizations simply don't know of you, like how you didn't know about us.

*Chris wasn't one to go back on a lie without proof, it could lead to some messy situations, not to mention the obvious bluff. He finished off his glass of whiskey, setting the glass down and going to sit at a leather arm chair to give himself a bit more space to relax now that the alcohol was settling into his system. He splayed out a bit, crossing his legs like an invitation and a refusal in one. He wanted to see just how far he could get this man to oblivion and frustration.*

[john-macnamara]

They do, because I introduced myself. Before that, I didn’t have any files on them, just like they didn’t have anything on me. You see how that works? Equal exchange.

[He explains the last part like he’s talking to a toddler.

Yet again, John’s eyes drop lower than they should. The slacks fit Chris well, too well. Just barely enough room for imagination, though that doesn’t help either.]

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

*Chris chuckled, tipping his head back to lean against the chair. He knew it was a compromising position to be in, throat easy to throttle or slit, Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed. He wanted John to know just how unthreatened he was by his presence, so much so that he would give him room to drain the soul from his body.*

Would you like an equal exchange then? Is that what this was meant to be about? Information about us to make you feel less left out?

*Chris enjoyed pushing buttons, which is why his were so hard to even brush, why poke the bear if you were susceptible to getting mauled? He uncrossed his legs, opening the stance even more, like he wanted John to be able to jump at him and tear him apart.*

[john-macnamara]

[You are not attracted to this man. You are not attracted to this man. You are not attracted to this man. Chris opens his legs. Okay you’re definitely attracted to this man.

Still, it’s not unlike John to work through his attraction, so he pushes on.]

Left out is a string term. Annoyed is better. I’d like to take you up on that offer regarding Newman’s medical information. You never know what could happen. And one other thing, if you don’t mind.

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

*Chris sighed softly, head tilting back down to look John in the eyes, smirk present. He raised both eyebrows like it was a challenge, hand coming up to readjust his glasses calmly.*

Of course, I'll have Christina handle the medical record for you, what 'other thing' did you have in mind?

*Chris pressed his tongue over his teeth, not for any particular reason, he just enjoyed watching how John seemed a bit tense. He was sure it was a mix between the actual conversation and everything else Chris was doing, either way, he was savoring it.

[john-macnamara]

[John begins to pace, sufficiently distracting himself from his burgeoning attraction to Chris by monologuing.]

In the early 1980s, an organization called D.A.N.G.E.R. fell apart. Don’t try to deny this, we both know it’s true. P.E.I.P. has very few records of them, but they all stop then, which is the same time frame wherein we were given plenty of their own files. Meaning, of course, that they collapsed. The thing is, though, your agent Newman and I discussed this, and we realized that the rest of D.A.N.G.E.R likely survived in some capacity or another.

I’m not asking for everything you have on them, far from it, but I need to know what you have on one specific thing. They gave us information on portals, ones that can travel both through dimensions and between them. But I suspect we’re not the only ones who got that information. Can you confirm, Director Stapleton, that you’re just as aware of the worlds beyond our own as we are?

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

*The mention of the portals made Chris tense this time, not the mention of D.A.N.G.E.R, no. The mention of portals specifically. He didn't let it show much, stance staying mostly relaxed and calm, but his hands clenched into fists for a short moment. He sighed, blinking softly and humming.*

Yes, D.I.C.K is aware of the portals and theories surrounding it. Am I to assume that P.E.I.P is the organization in charge of them? Never mind that, you're not the one meant to be answering questions. My apologies.

*It wasn't D.I.C.K's job to maintain or start up the portals, sure, they were also given access to the technology and information about them, but that wasn't why their organization existed.*

[john-macnamara]

[Hm, interesting. John notices the tenseness, mostly from recognizing his own reactions. The same near flinch he always reacts to Wilbur’s name with.]

You’re correct in that assumption, yes. I’d simply like to know if there’s anything you could hand over regarding them. In exchange, you get our own research. Tit for tat, an equal exchange.

[This is a risky endeavor and he knows it, but John’s almost entirely sure that D.I.C.K. knows whatever P.E.I.P. does. Or almost everything, he’s not dumb enough to let every bit of information slip.]

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

*Chris shrugged softly.*

What mine is yours, anything we have on portals is free for you to take, all you have to do is ask.

*Well, mostly everything. Chris couldn't give him the people lost to the portal or the dates theirs was activated for his own mental stability but he was genuine about everything else. He had no reason to withhold documents on the portals that John should already have, and he had no reason to really require what John had until he got everything working like he wanted it to.*

[john-macnamara]

Well, I’m asking then.

[John just wants them to get this over with. Then he can either go or at least get a proper distraction]

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

Well I didn't mean ask me specifically. That's not my job. I can hand you off to our man in charge of it later. Is there anything else you needed?

*Chris stared at him, eyes half lidded, partially from alcohol, partially from the annoyance of being reminded of the portal, and partially from general animalistic attraction. He leaned back into the chair a bit further, sighing softly, if he didn't need to be doing anyone or anything he would likely just take a nap on the sofa or even where he was in his chair. Sleeping was better than actuallly thinking in his experience.*

[john-macnamara]

Please do so.

[John gives Chris a once over yet again. He’s not going to outright say anything, but he doesn’t particularly want to end this conversation either]

That depends. Is there anything else you think I need?

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

I think you need a great many things, General, all of which I am willing to provide. That is, if you were hoping for some proper fun?

*His voice was a bit mocking with his title, he didn't actually care much for this man wandering into his office and demanding answers of him. He was also being a bit more forward than he should've been during work hours while in the actual building, but it wasn't like he had any known power over this man, so really it wasn't breaking any self made rules of the workspace.*

[john-macnamara]

[John doesn’t appreciate the obvious disrespect, but does unfortunately find his body feeling quite fond towards it. I mean, it’s not like he can do anything if we’re both occupied, right?]

I think fun is exactly what I’m looking for. The flight over here was awful stressful, you see.

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

*Chris didn't move, watching John from where he was sitting still, perfectly content with the air of the room like this.*

Well, I'm terribly sorry about that, maybe next time I'll come to you. Would you prefer a bed, or are you so tense that you'd like to take your relief against my desk?

[john-macnamara]

[John, on the other hand, is getting fairly twitchy. Heat floods his veins and with it comes the need to move]

That depends, how quick can we get to the bed?

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

*Chris smiled at him softly, gaze still just the slightest bit mocking. He stood from his chair with a gentle sigh, ever so graceful as he drifted back over to his desk and flicking a switch under the drawer. With a click and some whirring a panel in the floor opened, another identical bit of flooring popping out of the hole with a plush, silky, navy blue king sized bed sitting on top of it. It clicked a few more times before Chris sauntered over and sat on it, giving John a look.*

Well, I'm not sure, how fast can your legs move?

*Chris had designed the system that moved the bed in and out the most efficiently, he was fairly proud of himself for it. He felt the need to clarify that he took naps in his office but it didn't seem entirely appropriate, but he also didn't want this man to think that he ever planned on anything with his coworkers. It would be a gross misuse of power to ever be in a relationship with anyone in his organization considering he was the director and that wasn't something he would ever do, it simply wasn't moral.*

[john-macnamara]

[John returns a smile with a glare, though the only heat behind it is decidedly less antagonistic. He looks at the bed, furrowing his brow just a bit with something unrecognizable.]

You couldn’t have just had a simple pull out?

[Still, he saunters over, letting his hair down as he walks. Just before reaching Chris, however, John stops, waiting.]

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

I never pull out. Besides, it gave me a project to work on while I was figuring out the technology of it.

*Chris would be lying if he said he didn't enjoy the way John approached him, it was entertaining. Moderately enticing, attractive, and exceedingly fun to watch. Though when he stopped, Chris raised an eyebrow. He stood, stalking over, it was only a few steps for him, but then again, he was considerably taller than John. He stared down at him, hands landing on his shoulders before smoothing down to his hips.*

Is this alright? Or were you standing there waiting for something else?

[john-macnamara]

[The pun catches John off guard, getting a genuine laugh from him.]

I like you.

[With a smile, he takes Chris’ hand and brings it up to his lips, eyes roving over the man in front of him while he does so. Hyper aware of every movement he makes, John kisses the ring on Chris’ finger the way one might treat royalty. And who says chivalry is dead?]

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

*Chris was just the slightest bit taken aback, ears dusting red at John's action. That was his sister's ring, the one that matched on his other hand, one for each of them. Internally he scolded himself for reacting that way, it was embarrassing, really. It was just as shameful as the way his heart skipped at the sound of John's laugh, disgusting. He had moved past anything like that a long time ago, this was nothing, it was sex, mutual chemical attraction.

He smiled back softly, gaze softening just a bit, maybe subconsciously, maybe since he simply felt bad mocking this man. Either way, it was nice.*

I could say the same to you, you're quite the gentleman.

*Chris' free hand drifted a bit lower, hooking onto John's belt loop and pulling him a bit closer, a bit closer to him, a bit closer to the bed. He stared down at him, brown and green tracing over ever detail of John's face, committing it to memory.*

Shall we?

[john-macnamara]

I try.

[Praise is always nice, especially on the rare occasion it’s not sexual. So like any gentleman, he offers a charming grin, admiring the color of the other man’s eyes. It’s strange, he’s pretty sure they’re the same color, but one seems a bit more yellow than the other. It’s probably nothing.

No matter the orientation of them, they’re awful pretty. The right one makes him think of a crooked grin and heated wrestling. The left… let’s not think about that right now.]

Yes we shall.

[John places a chaste kiss on Chris’ neck, waiting for encouragement before continuing further.]

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

*Chris took his hand back from John's grip to gently comb it through his hair, not to his surprise, it was very soft just as it had looked. He used the careful grip on both parts of John to spin them around, nice and slow, crowding him back onto the bed and laying him down delicately on the plush surface.

Following John's lead in a way, he ducked down, pressing a few kisses to his pulse and nudging his legs open. His hands landed back on his hips, fingers working their way under the fabric of his shirt to trail up his sides and map out rough skin.*

You are quite the sight to behold, very handsome.

*So maybe Chris was a bit more old fashioned with how he praised and complimented in the bedroom, but in all fairness he was a whole 20 years older than the man under him.*

[john-macnamara]

[This time John doesn’t just laugh, but giggles, eyes crinkling at the corners. He shivers as callused hands trace over his skin, a multitude of scars tangible all along his torso.]

I’d have to say the same. You’re absolutely gorgeous for a ninety year old.

[An obvious joke, as evidenced by the sharp grin on John’s face]

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

*Chris chuckled, a genuine laugh, not the mocking one it normally was. The smile on his face was soft, dimples matching his freckles and making him almost look youthful again.*

Well excuse you, young man, I am 64. I'm not ancient yet.

*His hands tightened around John's sides, pulling him further onto the bed. Deft fingers snuck down and popped the button of the younger man's pants, gently teasing along the waistband of his boxers.

He pressed a kiss to the smile lines of John's face, hot breath ghosting over his skin.*

Is this still okay?

*He was being genuine, he had no want to do this with an unwilling party.*

[john-macnamara]

And I am not young! I’m 44, I just don’t look it.

[John isn’t normally one to be easy in bed, but he’s unsure how Chris’ll react if he gets too bratty. So he’ll stay relatively vanilla, for now, at least.]

Very.

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

And I'm still old enough to be your dad.

*He slipped John's pants off with ease, keeping the shirt on for now since he had felt a good bit of scarring and wasn't sure if he wanted that on display. His hands ran up and down John's legs, landing on his inner thighs and gently spreading them apart. He started with a kiss just above his knee, then a few inches higher, then Chris pressed his tongue against the muscle, licking a stripe up his skin and nipping at it between kisses.*

[john-macnamara]

[That makes John chuckle a bit, something sparkling in his eyes.

He offers little resistance when Chris opens his legs. Rather, he keens when lips touch his skin, always sensitive down there. The noises increase in frequency the further up he goes, scattered praise intermingled with whines and moans.]

God, that’s so good.

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

*Chris hummed softly against his thighs, keeping a hand there to stroke up and down his skin. He moved a bit higher, kissing the small bit of happy trail visible before working on pulling down his boxers with his teeth. He got them pulled down to mid thigh with ease, skilled in his quick work of John's clothing. He left go of the muscle he was holding onto to pull them all the way off, tongue sliding against the free expanse of rough tissue, stopping to suck marks into the dips of bone and skin.*

You sound beautiful, I've barely done anything to you, darling.

*His voice was a low whisper, vibrating against John's hide, only for him to hear, only for him to enjoy. Just him.*

[john-macnamara]

[Looking down, John smiles. This grandpa should not be so sexy, and yet he is. He feels a bit bad, not doing any work right now, but hey, he’s a damn good rider.]

I can’t help that I’m hngh~ loud.

[The last word is practically a pant]

And you’re just ah so warm.

[He loves his nights with Wiley, he really does. They’re fun, they’re good release, they’re the only time he can see the man he loves without violence, but that man is ice cold. John’s not even sure he can produce his own body heat at this point, leading to an interesting, albeit strange sensation when his lover uses his tongue. A return to the norm is nice, the wet heat in between his thighs is wonderful.]

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

*Chris raised an eyebrow at the comment, stuttering in where he was sucking a hickey into John's hip. He knew he ran a bit warm from living in a colder state, but not to the point that anyone had ever said anything about it, so needless to say it raised a few different questions in his mind. He didn't ask them, but they were there.

He pulled back for a moment to coat his own fingers in spit, it wasn't the best lubricant but it'd have to do. As soon as they were slick enough to even consider prepping John his lips were back against his skin, pointer finger teasing around his rim carefully before pushing in.*

[john-macnamara]

[Already fairly desperate, John has to bite back a whine when Chris pulls away. He watches carefully, eyes widening when he realizes what the other man is doing. So soon, huh?

He gasps at the feeling of that same warmth against his hole. He clenches around the new intrusion in it, already moaning from just that little stimulation.]

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

*Chris watched every movement, every hitch of his breath, eyes half lidded as he listened to the noise John was making. He curled his finger carefully, trying his best not to hurt the man beneath him as he opened him up. Before he put the second digit in he kissed up a bit higher, tongue curling just a bit as he licked a stripe up John's dick, sucking the tip into his mouth without hesitation.*

[john-macnamara]

Fuck that’s good.

[The statement is barely audible under the much loader moans coming out of John’s mouth. He hasn’t been treated this gently in ages. It feels nice, not to be fucked into oblivion. Not to say that isn’t enjoyable, but still. This is more relaxing than he anticipated, and he’s enjoying every second of it.]

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

*Chris hummed softly in response to the sound of the younger man's voice, sinking further down on his cock with ease. He hollowed his cheeks, sucking softly. He didn't want this to end soon, but also the noises John was making were heavenly to listen to.

Chris' eyes fluttered shut as he stayed there, tongue flicking over the tip and swiping off any precum. His fingers spread insides of John, scissoring him open and making sure he was relaxed before the third one joined. He curled them upwards, looking to brush against the bundle of nerves awaiting him.*

[john-macnamara]

[John shifts his hips a bit, trying to get more friction against the fingers inside of him. He’d happily take more, but the sensation on his dick is pushing him quickly towards the edge.]

Would you mind if I rode you?

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

*Chris pulled off with a soft pop so he could speak, fingers slowly thrusting in and out of John to give him the friction he was squirming around for.*

Oh, yes, I'd be utterly distraught.

*Chris was joking of course, smiling up at John before letting out a soft chuckle. Still, despite his jest, he shifted around a bit, fingers pulling out and leaving him empty as he slid over onto the bed next to the General.

His belt clicked as he twisted the mechanism that kept it secure, possibly the nerdiest way a belt could be situated. The leather slipped out of his slacks beltloops with ease, dropping to the floor beside the bed with a soft 'clink'. Chris glanced over at John, raising a mocking eyebrow and giving him a playful sneer.*

Well? Get on with it, I don't have all day to play with you.

[john-macnamara]

[John always hates how empty he feels when something leave him. Hates how it reminds him of every other aspect of his life.

Still, he puts on a smile and moves to straddle Chris’ hips, and brings both his pants and undergarments down in one swift movement. Rather than immediately getting on, he swipes a tongue over his hand and begins stroking his wet hand up and down the man’s cock, just enough to get him moderately slick.]

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

*Chris let out a soft, sighing groan, abdomen flexing and twitching as he leaned back on his elbows. His hands came up to rest gently on John's hips, stroking over skin kindly in comparison to how he normally was with his lovers. He preferred the slower pace they were taking up, but it left his mind open to wander, which wasn't anything he ever enjoyed during his recreational time.*

[john-macnamara]

You are… so gorgeous.

[Taking it slow, John positions himself over Chris before slowly sinking down. He takes an inch at a time, stopping to adjust when he needs to. When he reaches the base, he sits there for a moment and just admires the man below him. He wonders how that silver hair would look in moonlight.]

[d-i-c-k-u-s-a]

*Chris was a bit annoyed at his own body once again betraying him, ears flushing pink at the compliment. He twitched inside of John, letting out a soft groan and wince as he finally stopped. His hands tightened where they sat, massaging into John's skin as he forced himself to stay completely still and let the younger man take the reigns when he felt ready.

He sighed softly, eyes looking up at him through partially smudged lenses. He considered reaching down to use his shirt to clean them, pull it up and let the other director score a glance at his chest, but decided against it, letting the dust on his glasses blur the light around John like a halo.

Sometimes, he wondered what it'd be like to look through the sight of another person, let them see his. He'd love to see what John sees, but then again, he couldn't properly look at himself in a mirror since the accident, why would viewing himself through his eyes be any different? Really, it went down to the root of wanting people to see the beauty in themselves through someone else, maybe that's what Chris wanted for himself. He didn't know anymore. He just wanted them back.*

You're absolutely stunning, you know?

*His voice was quiet, reserved. His brain power was more focused on overthinking and admiring the man on top of him than it was on actually expressing his thoughts.*