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Bloody fantastic.

HE was the last person Simon wanted to see right now. Well, being handcuffed here was obviously his punishment for getting far too drunk with a few of the other guards last night. But still… with the note as well? Seemed a little over the top; Simon was going to have to have stern words with his colleagues later.

Good lord was his head thumping something fierce. Had he really drunk that much last night? Well… wouldn’t surprise him if he did; Simon could drink like a fish if he was depressed enough.

He remembered going to bed with someone - and having a ruddy good time. But Simon was struggling to remember who it was. Someone he worked with, that was for sure. Another Guard perhaps? Maybe an intern? He would have to apologise profusely when he saw them. Usually Simon would never sleep with someone when drunk, but recently he had been so alone…

Though, as he began to stir awake in bed, a familiar voice called out to him.

Oh…

Oh no no no…

A tired bloodshot eye poked out from under the blankets as he sighted his boss; standing by the door to his bedroom with a cup of coffee in his hand. Crap. Crap crap crap! Had he seriously gone to bed with his own boss?

And worse; he had freakin’ enjoyed it.

"Bloody hell…" The Brit groaned, disappearing back under the bed sheets. "Thank you though… I need both of those things…" Well this was certainly quite embarrassing for the young man. Maybe this was a wake-up call.

'A bubble bath together'

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How the hell did this happen?

Simon had been happily enjoying a bubble bath; something he rarely got to do. Until, he found himself staring at the grinning face that was Jeremy. Who had just helped himself to his bath. That usual disapproving look never left Simon’s face, which only seemed to amuse Jeremy all the more.

He wasn’t exactly thrilled by this. For obvious reasons.

Having his boss see him naked was the main reason. Thank god for all these bubbles; Simon making sure they covered him up nicely. But Simon refused to show his discomfort. Not too much anyway. Otherwise it would only encourage his boss to tease him all the more, like always.

Occasionally he would feel a foot brush up against him, which usually resulted in a quick but gentle kick in Jeremy’s direction. “If you insist on staying in my bath..” Simon started, tilting his head to the side. “Stay on that side.” With that said, he flicked bubbles at his boss’ head, before leaning back.

[[ Darn you, Jeremy! Simon gonna show you.. >:C ]]

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Again?

That smirking face of Jeremy’s was really starting to get on Simon’s nerves; his boss standing far too close to him right now.  Once again the other man made Simon as uncomfortable as he could. Maybe this was pay back for that whole ‘ass slapping’ that happened before.

Simon knew he would regret that.

But it was about time he started fighting back. He was hoping - if Blaire saw it didn’t effect him anymore - his boss would finally stop. For weeks Jeremy would barely acknowledge him (Such blissful weeks they were for Simon) and then, out of the blue, there would be moments like this.

Jeremy looked as if he was about to make another comment about how tight fitting his uniform looked, when Simon decided he had enough. Time to shut him up.

His hands suddenly shot up; grasping Jeremy’s face roughly before clashing his lips against the other mans. Simon wasn’t exactly thrilled about this. (Kissing his boss? Enough to make his stomach churn) But hopefully, this would stun Jeremy so much, that he would leave him the hell alone for a while.

That or he’d get fired. Right now… either was preferable to him.

Ignoring the shocked noise leaving the older man, Simon even went so far as to deepen the kiss. The guard’s tongue snaked across Jeremy’s lips before forcing past them and into his mouth; tasting the faint hint of alcohol upon his boss’ tongue.

But as quickly as it started, it ended just as abruptly. Simon could not keep the kiss going for long, otherwise he’d end up punching Mr Blaire in the gut out of anger. Soon he was pulling away, looking at the rather surprised Jeremy - who was stunned into silence. Made a change…

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48. Those pants make your ass look great. (Wot)

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Seemed the higher ups had decided to host a little ‘get together’ for the most promising employees. So how Simon found himself being invited along - and not as part of the security - he had no idea. But, the Brit guessed he shouldn’t look a gift horse in the mouth and decided to try and at least enjoy himself.

And so he made himself comfortable by the bar, helping himself to the free drinks. Probably helping himself a bit too much. Which would explain his next action.

He sighted Blaire, not far from him. Chatting away to another executive and having a whale of a time.  Soon enough he was moving to ‘mingle’ with the others, going past the slightly intoxicated Simon as he did so.

What happened next was most likely the worst thing Simon could have done.

"Those pants make your ass look great." He whistled, partially gaining his boss’ attention before his hand snaked out to slap Jeremy’s backside. And not in a gentle fashion; it was a full blown 'whack' with the whole of his hand. And causing the older man to jump slightly at the act. He obviously didn’t expect Simon to ever do such a thing.

Simon was mainly doing it out of revenge, for all those times his boss harassed him. Made him feel all manner of uncomfortable. Now it was Jeremy’s turn. But, Simon knew all too well he would regret this later on.