Chapter 16: Red Cheeks

***Warning: Sexual scene, descriptive and mature vocabulary. If uncomfortable, please skip.***


Laughs echoed throughout the house, originating from the living room that important guests gathered in. Chattering and wine glasses clicking, the chairman stood near the archway of the living room, a grin on his face.

"Excuse me, Mr. Anderson?" a female voice intruded. Joseph, the Chairman of GamerCave, turned around, "Hello! Are you enjoying the party?"

The blonde female didn't say anything. Instead, she looked around, biting her lower lip as if she was figuring out the situation, "Not really. I'm only here to talk with your son's assistant."

Joseph frowned, "Is there an issue?"

"I'm the president of Web Baze. My CEO informed me that she was convinced to come to this donation event."

"Oh. It's nice to finally meet you, Ms. Chairman." Joseph replied, grabbing her pale hand and kissing it. The woman rolled her eyes and yanked her hand away," Mrs. Venn." she corrected.

"Mrs.Venn. Well, I'm deeply sorry that you couldn't locate my son's assistant. I directed them to go to the kitchen. Have you checked there?"

"Do you take me as an idiot? I've got to check every inch of this house before I even talk to you."

Joseph's smile faded, "Was he nowhere to be found?"

"Sorry, Mr. Anderson. I predict that your son has gone somewhere. However, I assume the Corvette outside is his. Perhaps he's gone for a walk to get away from this burial of a party." she remarked.

Joseph hesitantly smiled, "I'm very sorry. Perhaps a meeting another time will be settled?"

She turned around, walking towards the front door, "That's if your assistant does manage to convince my CEO again."

Joseph's teeth clenched as he bawled his fist. Grasping his phone from his pocket, he started texting his son.

Dad: Where are you! I'm furious! The President of Web Baze had just left, disappointed! She couldn't locate you or your assistant! If you're out walking, I will go to your office tomorrow if you do not answer!

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Nicolas pinned Seven against the bedroom door, leaving small kisses on the assistant's frail neck. Even though the two of them could hear classical music that was playing from two floors down, it wasn't loud enough for them to lose their focus on each other. Nicolas had guided Ochoa upstairs and led him to what used to be his bedroom. The door was a dark teak wood, the walls a light beige color.

Their bodies glued as Nicolas was tracing kisses on Seven's jawline. Serene's heart raced, his chin raised to the ceiling, feeling the coldness of the CEO's pecks. Nicolas moved slightly, his knee now touching Seven's groin, making the assistant flinch as his legs got weaker by the touch. Ochoa bit his lower lip, clenching his fists, feeling his lower half warm-up.

Nick stopped, pulling himself away from the slimmer male. His eyes were closed, hands balled into a fist as if he was keeping himself under control. Nicolas smiled, tilting his head, "Restraining yourself, I see?" he teased.

Seven gulped, opening his eyes, reveling the emerald shine to Nicolas, "Don't make jokes when I'm in my most vulnerable state." he softly muttered. The CEO scoffed, shaking his head. Both his hands reached for Sevens, bringing them together and above his head. Nick stepped forward again, looking down at Seven and leaning into his ear. His warm breaths sending chills down the assistant's spine, "Most vulnerable state, huh?" he teased again.

He let go of the assistant's hands. The CEO reached for the doorknob of the bedroom door, opening it. Seven was about to fall from leaning onto the wooden entrance, but Nicolas had wrapped his other arm around his narrowed waist.

Closing the door from behind, Nicolas walked towards the king-sized bed, his hand on Serene's chest as if guiding him onto the bed. Nicolas had stepped back, locking the door.

Ochoa swallowed harshly, feeling his entire body weak, unable to move as if landing on the soft, rose-colored sheets restricted his movement. His hands gripped the sheets, seeing Nicolas turn around and walking closer to the bed

Seven crawled back towards the black headboard, seeing Nicolas take off his tuxedo jacket, keeping eye contact with the assistant. It was silent for a second, but the mere eye contact that the two shared... it was obvious they were going to regret it tomorrow.

Seven's eyes widened as Nicolas got on the bed, unbuttoning his white shirt. He didn't know what to do. He wasn't scared, but more awkward. Feeling Nicolas' hands grab his slender waist, pulling his lower half towards the CEO's groin.

Nicolas leaned in, kissing the assistant's neck again, leaving soft bite marks. Serene clenched his hands, feeling pressure build-up in his lower half, finding it hard to keep himself contained. He bit his lip, gulping every few seconds to keep himself from admitting the pleasure.

Seven wasn't drunk. It was obvious, too. He's only had a few sips. He didn't know what 'drunk' felt, but he knew he wasn't drunk enough to not realize what was happening. The voice in the back of his head was yelling at him about how irresponsible he was being. Telling him how doing this will cause his job. Though, he believed that there was no going back. Being in the situation he was in now, even if he wanted to stop, his body couldn't move... like he wanted more.
He kind of felt guilty, too. Nicolas was in a bad state talking about something personal. The assistant could've stopped him from drinking a bottle of champaign. He could've told him that two questions were enough. Ochoa believed this was his [own] fault for craving this passionate touch and warmth ever since Nicolas made a move on him in the bathroom.

As Nicolas continued to leave small pecks on the assistant's neck, his hands traced down the slim waist and towards Seven's groin, one hand cupping it and stroking it lightly while the other hand unbuttoned the assistants pants. Seven's heart raced, his legs shivering like it was a cold winter. His need and craving for more increased by the touches that his boss was giving him. It was slowly starting to feel like pain and exhaustion, wanting Nicolas to do more.

It was selfish, but Seven couldn't wait. He grabbed Nicolas's hands and sat up, pushing Nicolas on his back. Serene was now on top of Nick, his lower half grinding on the CEOs slowly.

Nick huffed lightly, feeling the pleasure building up, "Ha," he exhaled, throwing his arm over his eyes, smiling and letting his assistant do what he wanted, "Are you teasing me?"

Seven didn't answer. His hands crawled on Nicolas' tanned abdomen, feeling the smoothed of the CEO's skin. Nicolas took his arm off of his eyes when he didn't hear Serene respond. He smirked, seeing Ochoa let out soft huffs as he motioned his lower half in a circular motion against the other.

"Seven," Nicolas called out. Serene's eyebrows were furrowed, his mouth slightly open with soft exhaled escaping. He eyed the CEO, his tongue barely out from pleasure. Nicolas' eyes widened, seeing the sexual expression on the assistant, "You're really enjoying this, aren't you?"

Seven was about to say something, but his groin started feeling warm, pleasure building up again. He let out a soft moan, throwing his head back. Nicolas smiled, "Are you already going to cum from doing that?" he teased. Serene gaze down, now making eye contact with the CEO as he stopped, "Do you want me to stop?" he asked, the tone in his voice sounding exactly normal and straightforward. Nicolas was surprised by the sudden change of expression, but he assumed Seven was just teasing him as well.

Nicolas smiled, seeing Serene glare at his boss. He shook his head and started unbuttoning Nicolas' pants.

"You're not drunk, are you, Ochoa?"

Serene didn't look up, but still responded, "Are you?" he threw back, now glancing at Nicolas who kept a smile on his face.

"I can hold my alcohol, Mr. Ochoa," he responded, making Seven's eyes widened. He gulped harshly, looking back down at Nicolas' pants, pulling them down as he stood on his knees. Pulling the pants down, it revealed Nick's grey boxers that covered his hard-on.
Nicolas sighed gracefully, "So, we're both sober, and yet... we're both going to have sex."

Serene clenched his fists, glaring at Nicolas and punching his abdomen softly, "Can you shut up for a second?" he shouted, hearing Nick chuckle. Seven's cheek's burned, hearing what Nicolas had said. For a second, he believed Nick was bluffing... that he was drunk and just saying that to make Seven nervous. Though, hearing it so straightforward, Ochoa felt his heard drop as he noticed Nick's smile, and raised eyebrows.

"So, assistant. What are you going to do next?"

Either he's a dick when drunk, or he's legitimately aware of what he's doing.

Seven huffed, glaring at Nick. He leaned onto the CEO's lower stomach, lining up small kisses along his v-line. Doing so, he pulled down Nicolas' boxers, exposing. Serene leaned back a bit, now eyeing Nick's item. His cheeks went red, his legs weakening on the bed.

"You like it?" Nicolas mumbled.

"Shut up."

Seven spat on his palm before rubbing the lower part of his dick as his mouth connected with the upper portion. Nicolas' moans were held in, keeping himself from being heard. His right hand gripped the sheets, while the other brushed Serenes' brown-silked hair.

Serene was already flustered and embarrassed as it is. From Nicolas admitting he wasn't drunk to the 'you like it?' question. Serene was fed up. Noticing how Nicolas was keeping himself from moaning, it made Seven wanting to make the man moan. The assistant's tongue twirled around the pink tip as he looked up at Nicolas' expressions. His eyebrows furrowed, biting his lip, "Seven-" he spoke, trying to hold in a moan," Seven, stop."
Serene smiled, feeling Nicolas' hand stroked his brown hair.

The assistant stopped a little after he was ordered to, feeling Nick's hand cup the male's freckled cheeks, "I don't want to finish just yet."

Serene's face burned, being pushed onto his back with Nicolas now on top of him again, "Clothes." he commented. Serene raised an eyebrow, sitting up a bit, taking off his overcoat. Nicolas stared at him, a smile creeping onto his face, grabbing the assistant's pants and unbuttoning those as well.

"So you got the assistant job because you wanted to sleep with me?" Nicolas taunted again. Serene eyed Nick, taking off his shirt and throwing it to the side, "I didn't even know who you were when I applied, Mr. Anderson."

Nicolas scoffed, "Ohh~ Look at you being smart with me." He pulled down the black pants, his eyes still on Seven's, "You want this?" he asked.

Seven didn't respond. He looked up at the ceiling, embarrassed at how obvious he was being. Nicolas snickered. He pulled down his assistant's boxers, leaning in and gently pecked Serene's tip. Seven moaned lustily, making Nicolas raise his hands to his smallmouth, "Don't moan so loud. They might hear you."

Serene whimpered, whining. He wondered how Nicolas could crack such jokes in a situation like this.

The CEO chuckled, putting Seven's item into his mouth again, moving his mouth up and down. Moans escaped Serene's mouth, colliding against Nicolas' hand that covered the assistant's lips. Serene felt his body heat up, burning. His lower half was tense, sweat starting to build upon his pale skin.

Nicolas stopped, sitting up and staring down at him, "You want to take that off?"

Serene's breaths became heavy, "Do you want me to?"

Nicolas smiled, "Nah. Keep the shirt. It's nice." He pulled the blue navy tie that was around Serene's neck towards him and untied it, throwing it on the floor.

Nicolas leaned in, grabbing something from the drawer. Seven eyed him, seeing him rip a condom package with no expression on his face. He expected Nick to make some comical joke about being safe, but Nicolas just kneeled quietly, sliding it on.

"Assuming you've never done this before," he started, leaning over Seven's frail body, "just breathe." a smile appeared on his face, "I'll go easy."

Seven's eyes widened at the kind gesture, nodding slightly at the bigger male that was on top of him. Nicolas had a genuine smile on his face, one of his hands picking up Serene's leg, while his other hand held his erection, holding it near Seven's entry. Nicolas kept his eyes on his assistant, who closed his eyes and bit his lip.

Nick slowly entered Seven, being aware and cautious of any sort of painful reaction that came from him. Seven, on the other hand, huffed, furrowing his eyebrows and clenching the sheets beneath him. At first, he felt an ache in his body, groaning softly. Nicolas leaned in a bit, both his arms lying laid flat on both sides of Seven's head, "You okay?" Nicolas asked, leaving small kisses on the male's red cheeks. Seven's heart fluttered, nodding lightly, keeping his eyes shut.

"I'm going to start moving okay?" the CEO warned. Seven nodded again. Nicolas' hand cupped the assistant's cheek, his thumb caressing the male's cheekbones. His waist was pulled backward slowly, still being cautious of the assistant's reactions.

Serene threw his head back a bit, biting his lips, keeping himself from moaning. The pain started to feel more like pleasure, pressure building up on Seven's lower half again. Thrusting against the male, Nicolas let out soft huffs, throwing his head back, sweat dripping down from his chest as the heat in the room started to build up.

Serene arched his back a bit, his hand moving to where Nicolas kept the assistant's leg held, "Ah~" Serene moaned before biting his lower lip. Nicolas looked down again, feeling Seven's hand above his. Hearing Ochoa moan with pleasure pleased Nick. It was like music to his ears, making him happy that he's heard something so beautiful.

Nicolas kept thrusting against Seven, seeing his sweat drip onto the rose-colored sheets. The bed motioned with their movements, making a creaky sound as Nicolas' shoved himself into Seven.

The two didn't realize it, but the music from two floors down had stopped completely for them. Everything around them was nothing but a blur that faded into nothingness.

Once Seven found the courage to open his eyes and stare at Nicolas, his huffs became harsher, and his body heated up more. Nicolas stared into his emerald eyes, admiring the freckles on his face and the sweat that dripped down his cheek. Seven furrowed his eyebrows, staring at the blue sapphire eyes, tilting his head as his eyes followed the sweat that dripped down the CEO's tanned skin.

Serene felt his lower half build-up pleasure, letting out louder moans. His pink tongue becoming visible which made Nicolas lean into the assistant and kiss him roughly on the lips. The two felt each other's tongue twirl around like ballerinas, causing both their faces to heat up. After a while, Seven placed his hands on the CEO's chest, pushing him back gently, "Ah~ N-Nicolas-"

"You're going to cum?" Nick asked, a grin on his face as he thrust harder against the slim male. Nicolas himself started huffing harshly, feeling his lower body heat up. Serene wasn't restricting himself anymore at this point, letting his moans let loose and his body sweat stream down his body.

Serene took small gasps, arching his neck, feeling the pleasure that his erection was coming to.
"Nick! I'm going to-" before Serene could finish, white fluid shot out of his crotch. Nicolas smiled, still pounding the slimmer man.
Serene whimpered softly, feeling himself go sensitive while Nick was still thrusting. Nick huffed loudly, his breathing becoming unsteady. He stopped after one last huff, exiting Ochoa, rubbing off the condom that he wore and throwing it to the side. Nicolas felt sweat race down his face as he rubbed himself to a finish, letting cum land on Serene's lower body.

Nicolas and Serene let out small gasps of air, Nicolas falling on his back next to the assistant.

Neither of them said a word. Though, the small gasps of air that they took were enough to tell each other that it was a good pleasure for both of them. Seven didn't know what to do now. His body felt weak and sweaty, and he felt sticky and dirty. He didn't want to move. He turned his head slightly to face Nicolas who was already staring at him.

Seven felt his stomach turn, closing his mouth a bit to gulp down his embarrassment. Nicolas didn't say anything, but the voice behind Seven's head was telling him that tomorrow at work, he and Nick were going to have an awkward confrontation.