Edgar: "Shit he really left a big ass Mark."

He's irritated. Why? Regret...Why did he sleep with his boss? Of all the stupid shit, he just had to open his mouth, and use that seductive tone..

Now, every day at work is gonna be awkward as fuck.

Edgar: "Damn.."
He mumbles, leaving the mirror and fumbling through clothes. He normally wore loose fitting work clothes, but, he had to hide this hickey. He HAD to. Nobody could know his sexual life, especially the other employees.

He finds a turtle neck, an old gift from his mother. It wasn't made of thick material, so it wouldn't be that hot.

He slips it on, and thankfully, it covers the hickey. He looks..half formal, but, what can he do? This black turtle neck is literally the only thing in his closet that'll hide it.

Letting out an annoyed sigh, he tries to not think about it, and heads out the door. Once at work, he immediately gets his coffee, and that's when Shane comes in the lobby.

Shane: "I bet you think you're pretty smart, snitching on us, and shit."

Edgar can't help but smirk, "As a matter of fact I do."

Shane's face only twists more into annoyance.

Shane: "Well, since you took my position from me, get ready to see the boss a lot."

A lot huh? That probably would be right..that's what managers do.

Edgar: "And I guess he wants to see me right now?"

Shane: "Yeah..he said to tell you, come to his office first thing every morning."

Somehow that makes Edgar shiver. It was nothing..right? They had a little fuck, and now it's just over. Back to business! That's it!

Edgar: "Fine.."
He says annoyed, and takes his coffee with him to Mr. Sachs office.

The room is cold when he opens the door, and he can feel Sachs eyes on him right away.

Edgar: "You wanted to see me?"

Sach smiles a bit.
Sach: "I did. I was looking at the cams," he gesturers to a screen with multiple videos being filmed on it, "and I couldn't help but notice you're wearing a sweater."

Edgar sits with his coffee, taking a sip before answering him.

Edgar: "Yeah. Keep it between us, remember? I'm just hiding your little hickey."

Sachs eyebrow flicks up a bit. He's irritated.

Sach: "Little?"

Edgar almost laughs.

Edgar: "What, that piss you off? I'm just covering it up, that's all."

Sach stands, pushing his hands on the table as he lingers over Edgar.

Sach: "And just who told you, you could hide it? Take the sweater off."

Edgar suddenly feels real small.
Edgar: "Just because we fucked, doesn't mean-"

Sach: "Get up."

Edgar: "W-what?"

Sach: "Up, and against the wall. Go."

Edgar does as told, holding his coffee and leaning his back against the wall. What was Sach doing?

The boss walks over to him, and grabs the cup of coffee and pours it down Edgar's turtle neck sweater. The hot liquid makes Edgar groan in pain and he pushes back against the wall as if that would somehow help the burning.

Sach then throws the cup, and pulls up on the now hot and soaked sweater, lifting Edgar to his toes.

Sach: "Now when I say, take the fucking sweater off, I mean take the fucking sweater off. We clear, Mr. Wilson?"

Edgar swallows, and nods rather quickly.
Sach was..hot like this. Just what would Sach do if he disobeyed him? What kind of punishments were in that mans mind?

Sach sets him back down completely on his feet, and stares curiously at him.

Sach then starts to chuckle a bit.

Sach: "You're turned on right now aren't you?~"

Edgar looks away, knowing damn well he's right.

Edgar: "I am not."

Sachs hand immediately touches Edgar's jeans, groping him, and it's painfully obvious just how turned on he was. Dear god WHY?!

Sach chuckles a bit, unbuttoning Edgar's jeans. He starts playing around, letting the jeans fall to Edgar's ankles, where Sach uses his foot to keep the jeans in place.

Edgar can feel the room spinning, but...they're in his office. He couldn't make such lewd sounds. What if Shane was listening? God he'd be the talk of the century if Shane found out.
So he whispers softly, trying breathe correctly and not moan out loud.

Edgar: "S-stop.."

Sach stops stroking Edgar's member, and leans in a bit more.

Sach: "Do you really want me to stop, Mr. Wilson?"

Edgar pauses for moment. Did he really want him to stop?
Sach snakes his hand down and inserts a finger, making Edgar cover his mouth and jolt. His moans were muffled, at least.

Sach: "I'm waiting~"
The larger man asks, and Edgar suddenly feels defeated.
Edgar: "Fuck.."
He mumbles through his hands. Sach continues, inserting another finger, which makes Edgar hold again. His body was shaking, trembling, at the touch of this man.
He can't just give in though..to cum just by him fingering...No. Edgar wouldn't give into Sach so easily.
He puts his hands down, and moves then onto Sachs arm, urging him to move on to the next step.
All this does, is make Sach smile.

Sach: "What? Want more?"

Yet again, Edgar doesn't answer.

Sach: "I think you've had enough, hm? I suggest you hurry home and get changed."

Edgar's eyes are wide in disbelief. Did he just...TOY WITH HIM?!

It's enough to get his blood boiling. How fucking DARE he. Mr. Sach might be his boss, but that doesn't give him the right to play around with him!

Edgar reached his home, having left Sachs office furious and smoked a cigarette on the way here.

Edgar: "Fine, I'll wear a fuckin t-shirt! And maybe while I'm showing this hickey off I'll just tell every goddamn soul in that dump that I fucked the boss!"

Of course he's rambling while putting on the shirt, knowing damn well he didn't mean a word of it...He wants to ask Sach, why did he say "keep this between us" if he wants Edgar to show off the hickey? Some sorta...pride shit? He's proud of the hickey left behind and nobody else knows it's from him, is that it?

He lets out a long sigh, and heads back out the door. When he returns to work, he heads back to Sachs office.

Sach appears unfazed about the events of the morning..

Edgar: "There. I'm in a normal shirt..you made your damn point."

Sach: "Hm. You seem pretty upset."
Sach says calmly.

Edgar: "N-no..I'm fine..now, can I go to work?"

Sach gets up, and walks around the desk. Edgar, for a moment, freezes, having anxiety from what happened earlier, but thankfully Sach just leans against his desk.

Sach: "You may work on the vehicles, if you choose, but your job as my assistant, and said 'manager' is to do what I ask, and train other people to do work as good as you do. Do you understand, Mr. Wilson?"

Edgar: "Yeah boss..."

Sach: "Good. Off you go then."
He says with a wave of the hand, and boy is Edgar quick to get out of there.

Much to his dismay, Shane pops up as he enters the garage, and he quickly brings up the one goddamn thing Edgar was trying to avoid.

Shane: "A hickey? What, screwing the boss now?" He laughs, and Edgar's cheeks feel red..NO, if he blushes Shane will find out he's right!

Edgar: "Unlike you, I don't have to screw people to get a better position."

Shane: "Wha-are you calling me gay?"

Edgar: "I'm not sayin shit, but..if the shoe fits-"

Shane: "I don't sleep around to move up..I'm good at working. I'm good at my job, which is being management material. Now you've stepped in some shoes you can't fill. You'll find out soon enough."
He says snooty-like, and moves on into the garage.

Today was going to be a long day...