Business Celebration || Marshall and Warren
Warren’s eyebrow moved upwards at the sound of Marshall’s voice, focusing his dual colored eyes in the host of that very intimate celebration. Sure, Marshall had plenty more reasons to celebrate since he seemed to possess some sort of feud with the Rowley but to the architect, that was merely a small detail. Business were business. He had to do what was best for QueenCorp and unfortunately for Isaac, Marshall granted him a vast monopoly that the blonde wouldn’t be able to give to him. The fact that he also felt slightly amused to double cross the Rowley knowing that the fact would eventually hurt Ian was a little bonus. Payback was a bitch and it came in different shapes. As Marshall spoke to the maid, Warren remained quiet. Firing someone like that with a snap of their fingers, proving to be far more superior than everyone else. He had dealt with Marcus in the same situation and the actions of his host were only the confirmation that the Calahan were indeed… pricks. Hot, sensual and ready to fuck pricks, but pricks nevertheless. But despite the fact that he was against that sort of behavior, Warren pushed it aside from his mind, running his fingers through his now light-brown hair. “Any worthy celebration deserves champagne, Mr. Calahan.” The architect’s lip moved upwards on a smirk as Marshall stepped closer and soon he felt not only the man’s hand on his neck but his lips against his own, losing no time to start their little celebration. Warren chuckled against Marshall’s lips, his own tongue invading the Calahan’s mouth with the same dominance that Marshall displayed. Just like Marcus. Seemed to be a common trait for all the Calahan. Wrapping his free arm around the blonde’s waist, the cowboy pressed their bodies together, licking his lips in approval as he felt the hard bulge of Marshall’s pants against his own. “We won’t celebrate in the foyer, darlin’. Nothing against having sex in a public place, but this celebration is ours.” He stole another kiss from Marshall, biting the man’s bottom lip as he pulled away, dual colored eyes sparkling with lust. “Which way to your room?”
Warren was a true businessman, and for that reason Marshall knew his new business partner would at least to some degree understand, or at least not criticize his decision to ruin Isaac Rowley. Of course it was different than with Maddox, for example, who wanted to get personal revenge on the blonde cunt just like the younger Calahan, but for Marshall this was not purely personal. His company had been damaged and by closing this deal, he restored his empire and let it grow - a business decision that also was to benefit QueenCorp and as such was surely something Warren could understand... and something that indeed had to be celebrated. The Calahan didn't expect his guest to endorse his way of handling the staff, as he was not even going to start to deny that he and his brothers indeed had no inhibition to show their superiority openly. After all, they had every right to do so. And he couldn't tolerate an incompetent maid to disturb his celebrations. Marshall smirked as he felt the architect's arm around his waist, his own clothed erection pressed against the other's equally hard bulge and chuckling at Warren's words. "Oh dear Mr. McQueen, no worries. I was not intending to celebrate right here in the foyer. I was merely giving you a proper greeting... But as you insist, let me show you the way." Nodding at his guest, he turned back around and gestured Warren to follow him, giving the maid one last cold glare as he passed her. "I hope the champagne glasses and the snacks are prepared?", he asked her without waiting for an answer, as he knew very well that the woman wouldn't have dared to not prepare what he had requested. "Strawberries, grapes, just little things like that", he explained with a smile over his shoulder while he led Warren to his room, opening the wooden door for his guest and stepping aside to let the other man in. "Welcome, Mr. McQueen. Time to celebrate."
