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i try but i get overwhelmed

[ Loading money into offshore accounts may not be strictly illegal, but embezzling money from various investors and selling user information certainly is. Noiz wrapped all that information up into a presentation with sources and citations, eye-searingly bright green text, and dropped it off in a drive at the IT office. They'll understand it best.

They'll also have access to the tech itself. Noiz leaves an address he can be contacted at, as long as the message comes through sanitized and untainted, and waits until he gets a text. ]

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[ This time, Noiz is the one who leans back, taking his turn to drink—though much more slowly. ]

Yeah, I wouldn't be trying to invite myself into that situation.

[ A pause. ]

Unless you're into being heard.

[ The alcohol sits, warm in his bones, and okay, some of the heat has less to do with that and more to do with the guy next to him. He clears his throat at the comments, and taps on his glass, doing another reflexive sweep of the room before answering. ]

Not by my parents, anyway.

[ Stupid. Stop flirting, Scott. ]

[ All the avoidance piques Noiz's interest rather than discouraging him. It makes him want to beat the challenge.

And that last statement, it's just the cherry on top. ]

What about strangers?

[ Scott shifts in his seat, and focuses most of his attention on the glass in front of him as his heart jackhammers in his chest. It's only hypothetical, right? Has to be. There's no way there's going to be any follow-through, just something to save up for later when there's nobody else around. ]

Uh. Pretty hot?

[ Duly noted, and though Noiz doesn't say anything about future plans, he's definitely keeping that in mind. ]

You ever had someone suck you off under your desk?

Jeez, dude.

[ He shoots a look at Noiz sidelong, trying to decide if he's just screwing with him, but the guy's damn Fort Knox. ]

No, can't say I have.

[ Scott hadn't really been forthcoming about the possible voyeurism kink, so Noiz presses even more. ]

Well. Are you interested?

[ He's grinning a bit, still smug and teasing. ]

You know I know where you work.

Fuck.

[ It's at least half breath, although at least he doesn't embarrass himself any more about it. ]

I'll get FIRED if they find out. Or worse.

And you'll get fired if they find out why I visited last week.

[ So, it's not so bad, right? Noiz laughs shortly under his breath and throws back the rest of his drink. ]

But I'll compromise if you want an audience that can't get you in trouble. Because I'm sure I can get you loud enough for someone to hear.

That doesn't really make it better.

[This was a really bad idea no matter how you looked at it, but he sucked in a breath at the alternative. It was really tempting, maybe BECAUSE it was such a bad idea. ]

I'm not saying I want an audience, I'm just saying the risk makes it better sometimes.

[ He eyes his drink and takes another large gulp from it, and laughs under his breath, more at himself than anything else. ]

It's such a bad idea. The worst idea.

Sometimes.

[ Noiz echoes the word, but he wants this enough to not scare Scott off as quickly as he could. ]

Fine. Do you want another drink? Or do you want to head home?

[ To Scott's apartment, that is... ]

[ Okay, all the time, but it's not like he's that kind of a freak.

He eyes his drink, and weighs his options before shrugging. The 'fine' sounds a lot like disappointment, or maybe that's all in his head. Either way, it doesn't change his answer.]

I could be good to go.

[ He downs the rest of his drink in one go because why not, and looks Noiz' way. ]

You?

[ Good enough for Noiz. He slips his elbow off the bar and clasps his hands loosely between his knees, giving Scott a bright-eyed, contemplative look for a moment. ]

Sure.

[ And he's not even trying to be subtle about following Scott out of the bar. ]

[ He takes a moment to settle the tab, then heads out, fully expecting the hacker to go a different way. Disappear into the shadows like a skinny Batman, maybe, only to pop up in a couple days through text message, except he doesn't. He follows him like a more intimidating puppy, and halfway to the street Scott stops to give him a puzzled look. ]

What, walking me home like a gentleman? Cute. Creepy, but cute.

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[ So he wasn't obvious enough? Noiz stops, too, though a few steps ahead of Scott with his hands in his pockets. ]

You didn't seem like you wanted me to show up at your office on Monday, so... [ He raises his shoulders slightly. ] You want to fuck or not?

They way you're looking says you do.

[ Oh that's just low. He huffs, indignant, but he also doesn't argue it. Maybe it's how forward the kid is about it, like the ending is already determined and he's just waiting for Scott to catch up, maybe it's the drinks, but he rubs a hand over the back of his head and sighs again. ]

It's a bad idea. I just want to say that first, even if it's not gonna make a difference. You're like, what. Barely out of high school, if that? It's so messed up. But fuck. Yeah.

[ With the agreement, Noiz grins, even though it doesn't reach his eyes. For him it feels like he's won, even if it's just arranging a night with this guy he's already blackmailing about his job.

But he's not going to dwell on his possibly low standards or his own issues, thanks. ]

Don't tell me you were a virgin until you went to college.

[ And then he knocks his shoulder into Scott's, biting his lower lip where he can see as he keeps walking. He knows where Scott lives already, after all. ]

No, I managed to get tail before I graduated, thanks. I just... It wasn't with somebody old enough to be my English teacher, that's all.

[ He stumbles back with the nudge, not because it's actually weighty, he's just not expecting the contact. But he curses at himself under his breath at the bite and starts moving.

Fortunately they don't have far to go to get to his apartment. ]

You want me to call you Mr. Wilde? English teacher's pretty specific for a role.

[ So, maybe some long-buried kink? Noiz at least waits for Scott to let him into his apartment. Once they're in the door, he kicks it shut behind himself and slides into into Scott's personal space, crowding him against a wall. ]

Nope. No, you do not need to do that. First thing in my head, you don't need to read into it.

[ Probably true.

Anyway, once they're inside Noiz pretty effectively halts any further rambling. His back hits the wall, and there's a dim mental reminder that he should really make sure the door's locked, but it's only dim and doesn't last long. He's always been a sucker for the take-charge types, for the aggression that comes with it, so he doesn't even try to protest, only relaxes into it and leans in to kiss him. ]

[ He's totally reading into it.

But Noiz lets the kiss interrupt those thoughts, bracing his hands on the wall on either side of Scott's head. Body lined up against Scott's, he presses harder, beginning to explore with his hands as well to grab the front of his shirt. ]

You dressed up for me.

[ He murmurs against his mouth. ]

[ Scott shifts into the press of body against him, hums in approval and reaches in turn, fingers gripping at his shirt at his shoulders. ]

Maybe a little. Not that much.

[ Now that's a lie. Outside of work he prefers t-shirts, worn jeans, and whatever sneakers don't have holes in them. Currently, he's in a button down, the nicest jeans he owns, and sneakers that actually look reasonably new; he's not dressed for work, maybe, but it's definitely a step up from normal. ]

[ Noiz has read Scott's credit card statements, so he's pretty sure he's lying about what clothes he usually wears. He lets him have the benefit of the doubt, though, and gives him a quick firm kiss before speaking again as his hands wander up Scott's sides. ]

I like how you dress at work too. 's hot.

[ But suits and formality are most fun when he can take them apart. Right now Noiz is enjoying what he has, and his hands slip down after flicking a nail over one of his nipples. ]

You want me to suck you off?

[ He tilts his head to whisper into his ear. Following it with a swipe of his tongue at the side of his neck, Noiz makes sure Scott can feel the press of his tongue piercing as he tugs meaningfully on his waistband. ]

Yeah? I'll remember that.

[ He steals another kiss, nips at his lip while avoiding the piercings and traces fingertips along the back of his neck. The drag of hands, then the flick of a nail, has him arching hips against him, fingers tightening against skin and fabric as a noise equal parts encouraging and wanting lodges in his throat.

The whispered question sends a surge of heat down south, and another shift against him. He arches under the swipe of tongue, head moving to the side to give him better access, and his answer is pretty much inevitable at this point. ]

Fuck. God, this is so hot. You're so hot. Shit. Yeah. Yes.

[ Noiz smiles against Scott's skin, but he doesn't go down on him just yet. Instead he scrapes his teeth against his neck, then over his collarbone, sucking to leave a mark.

Hearing someone this hot for him gets Noiz going more than a lot of physical stimulation. He's starting to get hard when he does finally yank Scott's fly down and position himself on his knees in the entryway. ]

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