Giddy Up!

Business Celebration || Marshall and Warren

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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.”

#marshallcalahan #para #p: business celebration

There was no need for him to comment on Marshall’s behaviour even if some part of it ticked him off the wrong way. But the Calahan were like that. There was no changing them or denying who they were. His best option was to ignore and pretend nothing had happened. It wasn’t his problem to deal with nor it affected him personally. Warren couldn’t help but to smile to himself at how tolerant he was becoming with the likes of Marshall. Maybe there was something positive coming from his meetings with Marcus besides amazing sex. He was being able to read the Calahan a lot better now and due to that, it was easy to pick his battles when it came to them. “All that for a celebration, Crixus?” The architect rose his eyebrow as he followed Marshall towards his bedroom, eyes glancing left and right to the exquisite art pieces in display. They did had amazing taste when it came to art… then again, Warren was everything but surprised. Maybe some other day he could pay more attention to those works of art. Right now, the only thing he wanted to see was Marshall’s naked body under his own as both of them would indulge their urges in a celebration that was long overdue. Stepping inside Marshall’s room, Warren gazed upon the magnificence of the decoration once more, only to turn to the Calahan the moment the door was closed behind them. Finally alone and finally able to celebrate. Putting down the bottle by a nearby table, Warren smirked towards Marshall and cut the distance shorter between them, right hand grabbing the man by the back of his neck and forcing him to press his lips against his own, the architect’s tongue quickly moving to the inside’s of Marshall’s mouth. Just like a worthy Calahan, Warren could feel his prick throbbing inside his pants as the make out session continued, pinning Marshall against the bedroom door and slowly grinding their bodies together, showing the blonde how horny he was by then. “Time to celebrate indeed, Mr. Calahan. To our success… and someone else’s ruin.”

I do, but it’s kind of awkard going to someones house just to do stretches and breathing exercises. Anyway, I like doing it in the morning because it wakes me up and puts me in a good mood. Have you ever done it before? I know, I was just teasing. You’ve got the cowboy vibe. Though I wouldn’t have pegged you for an architect. No offense, but you look a lot better in a cowboy had than a hard one. Have you designed any buildings around here that I might have seen?

Of course. Doing stretches in some guy's house while he stands behind you and grinds against your ass in a town filled with gay guys is completely awkward. There's several things that I enjoy doing in the morning that puts me in a good mood and yoga is not one of them. Especially considering I doubt I possess the necessary fitness to do it. I do have the hat, darlin'. I use it almost every day. Keeps the cowboy vibe going. Have you heard about the casino that's being built? My design. The man made island in Dubai? Also my name behind it.

I mean, I’m not gonna lie sometimes it turns into that if I’m doing it with a hot enough guy. How early do you have to wake up? And what do you even do? There aren’t any cattle ‘round these parts, so it’s not like you have to heard them.

You do realize that you can practice yoga at someone's place and get the same result, right? Aren't you funny? I might have Southern blood on my veins, but I'm an architect, darlin'. CEO to QueenCorp, one of the two largest achitecture firms in Kingsfall. And I handle enough cattle, if you catch my drift.

Oh well. Your loss I guess, man.

Unless going to yoga is translated to "fuck that pretty ass of yours", I'm not losing anything. I already have to wake up early to work. Earlier than that would be madness.

I do it five days a week. You’re welcome to join me if you can get up early enough.

And spend the rest of the day sleeping when I'm supposed to be working? I'll pass, darlin'.

#reflection #//you look fine blonde bb! damn!

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Business Celebration || Marshall and Warren

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If there had ever been a time for Marshall to celebrate, it was right now on this very day. The Calahan was not exactly easily excited about any event, and most of the ‘celebrations’ he attended were social gatherings he took part in as a duty of his personal or business life. Rarely did he ever deem something worthy of a celebration himself, but the business deal he had closed with Warren McQueen was something that called for a glass of champagne and a round of great sex. Not only did his business now have the chance to grow bigger than ever, his company now leaving the exclusively online setting and expanding into real-world casinos, but there was another, even bigger and more exciting part to this deal. That little cunt Isaac Rowley was ruined, his career and life crushed and nothing got Marshall more aroused and thrilled than a successful revenge plot. He shared with Warren the certain impatience and non-willingness to wait for this celebration too long, as the Calahan felt his own length pulse with anticipation as well while he waited for his guest. The Manor was large, but as he was expecting the architect he had been waiting not far from the main entrance, smirking to himself when he heard the impatient tone of Warren McQueen and soon after, the nervous mumbling of the maid, quickly walking in what sounded like the direction to Marshall’s rooms. “I am here, Paulina”, he announced himself in a cold tone, stepping out to the entrance area, giving his guest a brief nod with a smirk on his lips, before he once again turned to the maid, who nervously tried to remind him that her name was, in fact, not Paulina. “Do I care what you are called? You’re fired. You keep working until the end of the day, then you leave.” He turned back towards Warren again, the cold stare immediately turning into anticipation and arousal. “Ah, my dear Mr. McQueen. And I see, you have brought the champagne indeed…” Smirking, he stepped closer, his great mood clearly showing in his expression as he placed a hand in the architect’s neck, pulling him close to make their lips meet and greeting him with a deep, passionate kiss.