This is the first entry in the story of a group of geeks working for a large corporation. I'll be making it up as I go along, and posting a new chapter every Friday. If I get stuck, I'll at least post a bio of one of them. Hope you enjoy!
“The Iceman cometh,” Valentino said as he walked through the bullpen to his cube, flipping his long dreadlocks over his shoulder and slurping the last of his Monster before stacking the can on top of the pyramid of empties on his desk. York looked up from his monitor just as the boss entered the Geek Stable, as everyone referred to the room that housed the I.T. team. Milton and Cornelius just waved and went back to working on the tape backup system.
“Morning, Xander. What brings you to the Stable today?” Ogilvie asked as their manager stood in the center of the room, surveying his team with his hands on his narrow hips. Ogilvie leaned back in his chair and adjusted himself with the heel of his hand as he took in the boss’ impressive form. He looked good. Of course, he always looked good, and he knew it. His black hair showed a few slivers of silver, and there were a few lines around his eyes, but those were the only indications he was in his late forties. Even in his business-casual clothes, you could tell he had the bronzed, buff build of an amateur body builder. He swung his ice blue gaze around the room, scanning the desks. He narrowed his gaze on the only empty one.
“Mr. Roth kicked his keyboard out again.” Milton blushed and Corny snorted and adjusted his black-rimmed glasses as Ogilvie explained. York just rolled his eyes.
“Oh, Jeez. Not again. I hope he locked the door this time.” Xander shook his head as the young Windows administrator came into the room, adjusting his pants and wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. Everyone knew what was going on, but Roth was high enough on the food chain that making a fuss would just make it worse. And William Weston Wheeler’s reputation was well-cultivated and hard-earned.
“Oh, hey Boss. What’s shaking?” A sly smile pulled the right side of his full mouth up into a grin. His right eyebrow followed to complete the smirk. He passed Xander to take his spot next to Valentino. Xander cleared his throat.
“I just wanted to make sure you’re all ready for the audit starting next week. Milton, Val, you’re on inventory, Ogilvie on user accounts, and Corny on Disaster Recovery. York, please review the policies. Dub, you’re riding the helpdesk.”
“Oooh. My favorite,” he cooed. Xander fixed him with a stare before sighing and leaving. Everyone broke out in laughter once he cleared the doorway.
“Dub, you gotta stop doing that here,” Ogilvie said.
“Why? We’re consenting adults, I’m not getting any preferential treatment, and no one is claiming harassment. It’s just two people having fun.”
“Yeah, but the number of people ‘accidentally’ kicking out their keyboards has increased, like, 1,000 percent since word got out,” Val said, chuckling.
“It’s a dirty job, but someone’s gotta do it.” Dub smiled and licked his lips unapologetically.
“If you keep getting dirty so often, management’s going to replace all the desktops with laptops so there aren’t any keyboards to kick out,” Ogilvie pointed out.
“Well, there will still be some kind of cable to crawl under desks to check for,” Dub replied with a leer.
“Dub, please. Just step it back some.”
“Fine,” Dub huffed, as if agreeing caused him great pain.
“Well, I need some coffee. Anyone up for a trip to café?” Corny stood and pushed his glasses back up his nose. He scratched the short scruffy beard that covered his chin.
“Yeah, I’m in.” York’s flannel shirt rode up to reveal pale white skin around his hips as he combed his fingers through his red hair. Dub and Val joined the others at the door. “Milton? You coming?”
“Nah, I gotta get this tape swap done if I’m going to catch up for the camping trip tonight. We’re still on, right?”
“Yep. And we need your truck, cowboy, so don’t be late. Oh? How ‘bout you?” York turned his green eyes at Ogilvie.
“Nah, I’ve got some calls to make. Y’all go ‘head.”
“Suit yourself.” York gave him one last look before winking and leaving with the rest of the team.
“Frost.” The terse voice answered Ogilvie’s call.
“Do you know how hot you look when you’re trying to be stern with Dub?”
Xander sighed. “I don’t know what to do about him.”
“You know Roth’s the only one, right? He doesn’t really do anything under anybody else’s desk, no matter what the rumor is.”
“Yeah. And if he ever wants to break it off, all he has to do is tell me.”
“He knows that. But, what can you do?”
“I can sick Corny on all those keyboard issues.”
Ogilvie laughed. “He hates people. The first ticket he got to fix something like that, he’d scare the crap out of them.”
“Exactly. It sure would stop the frivolous tickets of people hoping for something.”
“Speaking of hoping for something,” Ogilvie lowered his voice. “Is your door locked?”
“Oh. Please.” It came out more as a groan than conversation. Ogilvie glanced up at the doorway before reaching to his lap to adjust his hardening cock.
“I love it when you call me that,” he whispered into the phone. “It reminds me of the noises you make when I’m buried deep inside you.” The panting and moaning he heard on the other end of the line as his boss worked to compose himself made him rock hard. “I want to walk to your office right now, lock the door, and bend you over that messy desk of yours.”
“Oh. Please don’t.” Xander whispered into the phone.
“Come on, Iceman. Melt for me.”
“Shit!” A sharp knock echoed from outside the Stable and over the phone. “Damn it, Ogilvie. Gotta go.” Ogilvie could hear Xander’s door open and muffled voices from the hallway. He smiled as he leaned back his chair.
“Fuck me,” he commented quietly to himself. He reached into his pants under his desk to give the base of his cock a hard squeeze as he willed his hard-on to go down. After a few deep breaths, he shook his head hard and stood up, wiping his hands with one of the hand sanitizers they kept in their office to clean up after helping a user. Some people's keyboards and mice were disgusting. He smiled as he walked past Xander’s open door on his way to the cafeteria to meet the rest of the team.