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A loud, ringing, buzzing alarm sounded next to his head. He groaned, blinking the sleep from his eyes. He rolled off his stomach, onto his side, and mistakenly hit the snooze button with his fleshy palm. He then sat up, hunched slightly as he smacked his lips, rolling them between his teeth to wet them. Reaching for the half-empty bottle of water on his bedside table, he stood as he unscrewed the top. He downed the rest, tossing it to the side before a familiar voice greeted him.

“Mornin’ Rhysie baby.”

“Jack.”

Rhys groaned as his ECHO eye flared to life, the hologram of Jack greeting him with a toothy grin. Rhys wasn’t phased, as this had become a morning ritual of sorts, walking past him and to his minimal closet. He dug through his clothes despite knowing what he was going to wear, as Jack approached him from behind. He peered at what Rhys was doing, before shrugging and walking away, towards the bedside table. Rhys pulled out his usual button-up and slacks combo, deciding that he wouldn’t wear a tie today. His jacket hung on the end of his bed, which he’d grab later. He went to grab the doorknob of the bathroom, which he shared with Vaughn, before his alarm went off again. He sighed loudly, walking over, past Jack, and slammed the “STOP” button.

“You forgot to hit the right button, kitten.”

Rhys didn’t respond.

You see, instead of leaving Jack to die (so to speak, he was, and still is, an AI) after he was almost killed, the older man nearly begged him to save his life, bring him back to Hyperion, at any cost. He even promised that Rhys would rule Hyperion with him one day. And, Rhys being the type to let power like that go to his head, agreed to keep him around. He accompanied the younger man though his and his friends’ journey for the vault. When they came back, it was to Hyperion. Hence, why Jack was stuck in Rhys’ head and getting ready for work.

Rhys finally entered the bathroom, closing the door behind him despite knowing that Jack could phase straight through it. Which he did in nearly a moment. Rhys gave him the side eye, tiredly rolling them. “A bit of privacy, please?” He said for what felt like the millionth time, Jack complying with a coy smirk as he stepped backwards into the door. The young man removed his t-shirt, which had some stupid phrase on it he couldn’t recall. His sweatpants and boxers quickly followed, leaving them strewn on the floor with the messy rugs. He turned the shower on, with the curtain open, letting it get hot while he observed himself in the mirror. God, I really need to shave my face, he thought. He ran his hands over his chest, to his stomach, feeling the lack of fat. He had dropped some weight, due to stress mostly. He had lost some motivation to eat, which could be a sign of something, but it hadn’t occurred to him before now. Something to deal with later.
Rhys then stepped into the shower, consciousness fully coming to him once the hot water hit his face. He closed the curtain at the right time, apparently, as Jack came ghosting into the room. “God, you just leave your clothes and towels on the ground?” The AI scoffed, taking a seat (somehow) on the edge of the sink. “Yep.” Rhys huffed, rubbing conditioner into his scalp while Jack spewed some nonsense about how Rhys really needed a hamper in his room, and that doing this was “typical bachelor behavior”.

“I am a bachelor, Jack.”

“You have me around, though.”

Then the air went dead. Rhys couldn’t decipher what the hell Jack meant, and Jack was too cocky to admit that that was a slip up of some sorts. So, the two of them quietly bided their time, before the shower turned off and Rhys reached for his towel. Jack took that as a sign to leave, and when the younger man did a double take of the room, he stepped out and grabbed it. He wrapped it around his waist once his hair was dry, and walked to the next room over. He grabbed his clothes, shooing Jack off once again so he could get dressed in peace. He walked to the opposite side of his cramped space, grabbing his arm off his desk, and set it in its socket before doing anything else. He wiggled his metal digits, before doing the insurmountable task of struggling to get his sleeve over his prosthetic. He managed, like he usually did, having cut the sleeve of his right arm off so he could do so before. He buttoned up, slipped on his slacks, and grabbed for his jacket. Rhys pulled it over his shoulders without second thought. He then heard footsteps outside, in the hallway, knowing that Vaughn must be up. He then headed back to the bathroom, which had cooled down since his shower, to do up his pomp.

Jack stalked behind, standing next to the man in the mirror. He clearly didn’t have a reflection, obviously, since he was basically a hologram, but Jack still stared into it like he did. Rhys was busy pushing his hair back while Jack somewhat gawked at himself, somehow. He slicked it all back with gel, then sprayed it down with a setting spray. Jack just watched, slightly disgusted. “How is that sustainable for your hair?” The older man hummed with a slightly disgusted tone, before Rhys shrugged. “It isn’t.”

When Rhys emerged from his room, he was greeted with the smell of slightly burnt toast and salt. He headed to the kitchen, greeting Vaughn. “Morning, bro.” He smiled weakly, before Vaughn perked up and looked over his shoulder. “Morning.” He greeted back, pausing. “I made you breakfast.”

“I’m not hungry.” Rhys decided, to which Jack rolled his eyes silently as he leaned against the counter. Vaughn couldn’t see him, so he made himself comfortable wherever he felt comfortable. Rhys made a beeline for the coffee maker, putting in the grounds and filter and watching the coffee drip into the pot. He pulled out his mug from the dish rack, putting it on the counter and pouring himself some once it was done. He walked the whole three steps to the fridge, grabbing an ice cube and placing it in his cup to cool his coffee down faster. He downed it once it was cool enough, and then headed to the transporter at the end of the hall.
The halls of Hyperion were oddly quiet. Rhys tugged at his sleeves as he walked to a far off corner of the place, hush as he entered a code onto a small keypad, the hydraulic doors sliding open as he stepped forward. Jack lurked behind, as per usual, intrigued, as this is the first time he’d ever seen this place. The younger man shifted as he entered a blinding white room, monitors hanging on one side, over a neat desk, and on the other end, an almost complete replica of Jack, hooked up to various machines, suspended by a metal waistband and other instruments to hold him up.

“What.” Jack gawked, as Rhys sat at the desk and powered on the monitors. He opened some sort of program, reaching for a plug on the desk and struggling to plug it into the HDMI of one of the computers. Once he got it situated, he stuck the other end into his port, his ECHO eye lighting up as he reclined slightly in his chair. He didn't seem phased, despite being so nervous, as Jack turned swiftly around to look at him. He was slightly angered, having not known about, well, his new body. He walked up behind the younger man, leaning on the desk and glaring down at him.

“When were you going to tell me that you were already working on this.”

“I figured you kinda already knew, considering you live in my brain.”

“I can’t see everything, cupcake. You’re good at keeping secrets, apparently.”

Then there was an odd silence. Rhys opened his mouth to say something, but he couldn’t manage as the code in his head displayed on the monitors. He began to clack away at the keyboard, seemingly improving it to some degree. Jack began to slowly fade in and out, looking down at himself and raising his arms.

“What are you doing?”

“Uploading you to that body’s database. Basically, putting you in a different brain.”

“Okay,”

Jack spoke softly. Rhys was somewhat surprised that he wasn’t getting cussed out or yelled at, as Jack completely faded out. Rhys disconnected himself from the monitors, using his time now to type away at the software for this half-made body. He found all of this incredibly boring, sure, but he had his half of the deal to uphold.

—

It had been a week, and Rhys was up early at the same desk in the same barren room. He drank from his iced coffee as a few men behind him worked on the now nearly complete body. He turned around, sighing as he decided to ask a simple question.

“Is he done yet?”

One of the scientists turned around, coldly stating an affirmative before he plugged himself back into the computers. Suddenly, Jack flared to life in his holographic form. “Rhysie baby!” The man greeted, the same toothy grin meeting the younger man’s gaze. Rhys couldn’t help but smile back. “Hi Jack.” He hummed, turning back to the computer and going back to work on the finishing touches on what was basically Jack’s brain. Jack began to ramble about how horrible it had been being stuck in a half finished brain, as well as somehow the camera systems around the facility. Rhys tuned him out, his face going blank as he chipped away at his work.

“And don’t get me started on the– Rhys, are you listening?” Jack scoffed, as Rhys hummed softly, not looking away from his screen. “Mhm.” He finally huffed, as Jack crossed his arms and rolled his eyes. “You aren’t, asshat. Don’t lie to me, first off, and secondly, what is so fucking important–”

“Let me work, Jack. This is for your benefit, I don’t know why the heck you think interrupting me is gonna work. I can’t work when you’re babbling about some silly stuff that you could put up with for a week. Hell, you’ve been in my head for two years.”

Rhys grumbled, as the scientists turned to look at him, their faces reading “why the hell are you talking to dead air”. He paid them no mind, as he successfully shut Jack up, which allowed him to work peacefully, at least for a bit.

—

Hours had passed, and Jack had disappeared at this point. He was back in the code, talking to Rhys through line commands in a separate DOS box. His dialogue was mostly useless, as he was still complaining about being stuck and stating that he was watching Rhys through the cameras. The younger man still paid him no mind, replying in short phrases or in one-word statements. Finally, though, a tap came to his shoulder, and he turned to face the man who had tapped his shoulder. “Mister Strongfork, his body should be ready. Please do the honors of getting his program running.”

Rhys simply nodded, nervous for all of this to go down. He had made his end of the deal come true, but what if Jack didn’t uphold his end of the deal. It would be so easy. Jack could simply kill him, shoot him out of the airlock or otherwise. He swallowed thickly, plugging a cord into his port and connecting himself to the computer, the updated code importing to his brain. It was funny, he thought, it felt nearly overwhelming to have so much good code filling his brain. Jack would have probably made some sly comment about it if he wasn’t so preoccupied with being processed into Rhys’ brain. Rhys then unplugged himself, stood, and plugged himself into the mechanism that suspended Jack’s new body in air. He felt himself power down nearly, vision going hazy as the code left his head. He did actually pass out, falling to the ground which caused part of the mechanism to come crashing down with him.

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He woke up to a soft beeping beside him, and a bright light shining on the opposite side of the room. He groaned, blinking slowly as he came to consciousness. He sat up, seeing his coat had been removed and that he had his shirt unbuttoned. He was hooked up to a heart monitor and IV, rolling his eyes. He didn’t think that he’d be that important in the eyes of Hyperion, to be so care for. But suddenly, a tall, familiar, handsome man calmly walked through the door, arms out with the same old tooth-filled smile on his face.

Jack.

“I’m back, baby.”

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Rhys stared at him for a good minute, blinking when he finally realized what was happening. Recovering from his shock, he sat up more and frowned. “Jack, how did you–”

“What’s that look for, princess?”

“...”

Rhys stayed silent and Jack strode forward, placing his hands on the bed end. The older man raised an eyebrow, opening his mouth to say something before a medic walked in to come and check on Rhys. They stopped, though, as Jack looked over his shoulder. Gawking, Jack decided to say something while they stared at him with an absolutely shocked face. “Well, what are you staring at? Go ahead, I don’t bite. Sometimes.” He gestured towards the man on the bed, letting the now shaking medic walk over and unhook Rhys from his IV and such, getting a small “thanks” from the man. The clipboard on the side table was taken, and the medic quickly rushed out of the room, intimidated. Rhys swallowed thickly, not that it was just him and Jack. He went wide eyed as Jack looked him up and down, making it way too obvious as to what he was doing.

“Well, sweetheart, we got a lot of work to do. Hyperion isn’t going to run itself.”

Jack chuckled as Rhys nervously buttoned up his shirt. He stood, legs weak, as he reached for his jacked with a stuttering hand. His robotic digits were almost short circuiting, due to his nerves. He could feel his heart nearly jumping out of his chest as he slipped his coat on. What work did the pair of them necessarily need to do? Jack was the one in charge now, what did he want Rhys to do now? He was basically the head programmer, despite his title of “Assistant Vice Janitor” still being associated with him. His thoughts got to him. Did Jack want help running this business? Or was it something completely different? His head was spinning, not focusing as he just stood there spacing out.

Jack waved a hand in his face, causing him to snap back to reality. Especially when he spoke. “Uh, Rhysie? You alright there?” He tilted his head before crossing his arms, Rhys nodding without a word. “Alright, then. Let’s haul ass and get my replacement… dealt with. Since they had the gall to replace me, of all people.” Jack decided, grabbing Rhys’ wrist tightly and leading him out of the medical wing of Hyperion.

Heads turned when Jack walked past people, nearly shoving his way to his office. Rhys had a hard time keeping up, nearly tripping on himself as Jack let go of him. He ran up next to him, staring at his feet as they walked. Jack stood tall, like the confident man he is. When they arrived at the end of a certain hallway, a big “H” greeted them above a glass doorway. In there, you could see a certain man, feet kicked up on the desk in front of him, in the room. Vasquez. Rhys gritted his teeth. He hated Vasquez. The man in the room seemed distracted, on the phone, paying no mind until Rhys stepped forward. Jack stopped him, placing a hand on his chest, looking down at him. “Jeez, cupcake, what’s got your panties in a knot? This guy some sort of… Job stealing psychopath?” He asked, the latter the only thing coming to his mind. “Oh, He’s more than that, Jack.” He grumbled, Jack taking note of how angry he was. Seeing the younger man so angry made him feel the same way. He looked up at the man, deciding to enter the room and placing a hand on his haltered gun. Jack grinned.

“And then I told her…” Hugo trailed off as he heard the hydraulics on the door hiss, standing when he saw exactly who it was. Jack observed the man, in his way too formal outfit, already knowing this guy was some pretentious prick. He threw his arms out to the side, twirling as he looked around. Pictures of Vasquez where hung where Jack’s used to be, which certainly didn’t help his case in Jack’s mind. He turned around, confidently walking up to the desk, pulling his gun on the man and pressing it to his temple. “It’s cute that you thought that you’d be running my little dog and pony show here, but you gotta get out of here. Permanently.” Jack hummed unremorsefully, as Hugo stood there in shock. Rhys watched, getting slightly turned on by his idol threatening to shoot his nemesis point blank in the forehead. He tried to shake the feeling, but it only got him more heated when Jack pulled the trigger, causing the man on the opposite side of him to fall backwards on the ground, dead. The shot echoed in the room as Jack blew the smoke at the end of his pistol off. He turned around to look at Rhys, raising a brow at his red face combined with the barely obvious tent in his pants. He sighed. “Well kiddo, you gonna just stop and stare or are you gonna call a cleaner up here to take care of the body?” He questioned, as Rhys snapped out of his trance once again. He cleared his throat, and nodded, rushing to Jack’s desk and picking up his phone. Due to being a part-time janitor, he knew exactly who to call and to where. Within five minutes, a cleaner bot came in and was dragging the body out and mopping up the blood. Jack was still covered in it, though.

Jack took his rightful place at his desk, pressing the intercom button and leaning into the mic. “Guess who’s back? Yeah, that’s right, the one and only me. Get used to it, kiddos, cause Jack’s back, for good.” You could hear the smirk in his voice, as Rhys now stood there awkwardly. Jack gestured for him to sit across from him, which he did, wringing his hands together as Jack spoke.

“So, Rhysie baby, I got a proposition for you. I know you wanted so badly to get a promotion, so here it is. You’ll get to be my personal assistant. The last one I had was ass, and you seem much more befitting for the role. So, what do you say? I run the show and you get to help the one and only Handsome Jack do so?”

Rhys couldn’t think. Him, getting to be his idol’s personal assistant? Sure, it wasn’t what he dreamed of, but he wasn’t complaining. Getting to be so close to this man, to work with this gorgeous, gorgeous male, he couldn’t find a single thing wrong with it. He smiled as Jack reached out to shake his hand, which he took. His grip was weak compared to Jack's, crushing his hand with the shake. Rhys pulled away first, rubbing circles into the already sore side of his hand. Jack glanced down when they did so, grinning and gesturing to stand. Rhys stood as instructed, inhaling sharply. "Go get me a shredder, Rhysie baby. I've got a lot of papers to get through." Jack waved him off, and he went to find Jack a shredder.

—

It had been two weeks since Rhys had started working for Jack, and things were getting a little more unprofessional between them. Jack had always called Rhys pet names, sure, but he was ramping up to even worse ones then before. Rhys let it get to him, seeing as his feelings for Jack had… changed. He began to harbor feelings for the man, in no way he had ever felt for another guy. Sure, he was gay and had dated a handful of guys, but the CEO of Hyperion? He'd never shoot his shot despite how horribly he crushed on Jack. The older man took notice, clearly, making moves on Rhys that the younger man thought were just because he was Jack and he could do whatever he wanted.

That wasn't the case, though.

The two of them sat in a board of directors meeting, where investors spoke with department heads, and Jack, if he was feeling up to it,about how the company was doing. Currently, Vaughn and a coworker of his were up at the board, showing off the figures that Hyperion had brought in. Jack sat at the end of the table, next to Rhys, who was transcribing all of what the team said. He placed his cheek on his balled fist, grinning lazily when an idea came to mind.

Rhys jumped when he felt a hand touch his inner thigh. He looked over at Jack, wide-eyed, as he continued to try and type away at what Vaughn and his partner were saying. He gasped silently when Jack squeezed, turning a couple heads to turn and look at him. He honed in on his writing, nearly sweating with how hot he was from embarrassment. There was a polite round of applause when the two men up front were done, and there was a brief pause to allow people to talk. Rhys entered a new page into his notes, leaving it blank as the R&D team made their way up to the front. Jack snaked his hand up to right near his crotch, causing him to shake. He hadn't been touched like this in two years.

When the meeting ended, Jack pulled his hand away finally and stood. No one dared talk to him, as he had talked over people during the meeting about how bored he was. Rhys sent the transcription out as an email to everyone involved, before following Jack. He decided to open his mouth, stupidly.

"What the hell was that?"

"What was what, pumpkin?" You could hear the grin in Jack's tone.

"You feeling me up in the meeting! That was freaking… inappropriate!"

"Sure pumpkin."

Jack dismissed, causing Rhys to become even more flustered. Did Jack know what he was doing? He must have known, considering the big grin on his face and the slight tinge of pink on the tips of his ears. Jack was blushing, which was easy for him to hide, but Rhys knew where to look to tell. Rhys took a seat in his small desk outside Jack's office, Jack heading into his office. The rest of the day went by without a hitch.

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"I'm telling you bro, he was feeling me up right when you were talking about money or whatever! He has to know!" Rhys talked with a mouth full of chinese takeout, while Vaughn sat across from him at the table. He took a bite from his same food, raising a brow at what Rhys had just said. "Bro," He started, "Don't let him take advantage of you like that. Has he done anything else like that??" Vaughn questions as Rhys went red. He thought for a moment, what else had Jack done?

Rhys sat at his desk silently, doodling on some paper as he had nothing to do. Jack had walked out of his office, to which Rhys stood and followed him. He knew Jack had a client visiting, so they were out for lunch. When Rhys walked beside the older man, he felt a certain… feeling between the two of them. That was before Jack reached over and stuck his hand into Rhys' back pocket. Rhys jumped as Jack squeezed, then pulled out some random pen he had in there. "Thanks, kiddo, needed a pen for this." He played off as Rhys laughed nervously and nodded. He sure Jack was just looking for a pen, right?

"... So he's done that twice now, bro?" Vaughn ended as Rhys nodded. The shorter man laughed softly. "Either he thinks he can just get away with it…" Vaughn trailed on, taking a bite of his noodles before speaking again, "... Or he totally digs you dude. Can't imagine a guy like Handsome Jack being gay though. Didn't he have like three wives?" He questioned, as Rhys thought. He quietly ate for a good few minutes, dead air lingering. Rhys spoke up, finally "I think he likes me," He mumbled as Vaughn laughed at what he said. "I'm serious!" He nearly shouted over his best friend, beginning to ramble. "I mean, he wouldn't touch me like… that if he didn't like men, and if he didn't like me . First he calls me Rhysie baby, now–" 

"Rhysie baby??"

"Be quiet for a second, okay? Now, he's touching me. I think he really likes me if he touches my, uh, netherbits?"

Vaughn roared with laughter, finally calming down after a minute. "Netherbits?? Bro, you're helpless. You've gotta talk to him about this." He caught his breath after talking, as Rhys stood with his nearly full container of food. He closed it and put it away as he and Vaughn continued to talk, moving onto the next subject. The pair didn't mention Jack again that night.

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The next morning was tense between Jack and Rhys for reasons that were obvious between the pair. Rhys found the older man half awake at his desk, dressed lazily in his Hyperion sweatshirt and a pair of black sweatpants. Rhys blushed slightly at the sight of the groggy man, especially when his mismatched gaze met his own. Jack glanced at the coffee cup in his hand, reaching for it when Rhys walked forward. It was delicately placed in his hand, and Jack hummed. "Thanks, baby." He purred, taking a sip from the mug. It was just to his liking; scalding hot and black.

Rhys adam's apple visibly bobbed as he swallowed, mumbling a small "yeah no problem" as he turned on his heels and left. He headed to his own desk, sitting finally. He opened his laptop, beginning to sift through Jack's work email for him. He absentmindedly sent them off to the man, trashing the ones deemed unimportant. To Jack, all of them were unimportant, especially ones that summed up what was happening in the top line. But Rhys figured he should at least know what was happening in his own company, so he usually also summed up what the mail said. Today wasn't one of those days.

He had gotten no sleep that night, staying up and thinking what the hell was happening between him and Jack. He stared at the poster that featured the man, glazing over his spread out arms and the frank propaganda sprawled in text over his head. The words didn't matter to him, though; it was the man himself. His glinting eyes, the wrinkles in his mask, showing his age (Jack liked to think that the mask made him ten years younger. It really didn't). It was all too much for him. His feelings were getting overwhelming and he had to do something about it, he thought.

The thought occurred to him while he was busy typing away some nonsense to a director of a department. His fingers stopped dead in their tracks as the ECHOphone next to him rang. He pressed the answer button, the screen lighting up. "Hello, is Handsome Jack available? Weapons department." The scruffy voice cut out slightly, as Rhys looked over his shoulder and to Jack through the window. Jack was spinning in his chair for a second. before kicking his feet up on the desk and pulling out one of his many guns to tinker with. He sure did look available.

"One moment please." Rhys spoke politely, putting the line on hold as he hopped down from his chair. He made his short journey to the door, knocking before coming in. Jack was already sitting up, looking straight at him.

"Y'know sweet cheeks, you don't really need to knock if the door is made of glass." He chuckled, raising his eyebrows and leaning forward with his head cupped by his hands, elbows on the desk. He was looking Rhys up and down for what must have been the millionth time.

"You have weapons on line one, sir." He spoke, albeit with a slight pitch shift, the formality not sitting in his brain right. Jack seemed to like it though, and whatever Handsome Jack wanted, he got.

"Fine. Put them through cupcake, I'll handle it I guess." He spoke with a slight huff, not wanting to work despite being the literal CEO of Hyperion. 

A few minutes passed and Jack was yelling at whoever was on the other end of the call, as per usual. Thys was just desensitized to it, continuing to work. Then a small reminder popped up on his calendar app, that there was another meeting coming up within an hour. He suddenly felt clammy. He knew what had gone down at their last meeting, and that made him giddy, almost. He tried to shake the feeling but just couldn't . He wanted Jack to touch him again, somewhere deep down inside him had decided.

Jack came out of his office, still in his relaxed attire. He knew no one would dare ask why he was so casual, unless they had a death wish or were just incredibly stupid. Rhys grabbed his bag and followed the man to the meeting room, fast on heels. Jack was always a fast walker, and Rhys had a hard time keeping up despite his long legs. 

Once they reached the room, Jack took his usual spot at the head of the table. Rhys shifted next to him, face going red as he pulled out his laptop again. He typed away while the head of weapons spoke. Jack glanced over at what Rhys was doing, seeing he was looking up some terminology he didn't understand. He thought it was cute, the kid not knowing some words unlike himself. Having a computer for a brain really helped.

Jack reached over to grab Rhys' thigh for what was the second time, and jumped slightly when Rhys' metal digits were placed over the back of his palm. The younger man typed quickly with one hand, while Jack tried to keep his cool. He shivered slightly when a metal thumb was ran over his knuckles before shifting away to nearly guide Jack's hand to his inner thigh. The kid had guts, he thought, leading Jack like that. Jack squeezed, harder than last time. But when he didn't get the response he wanted, he scooped his hand under Rhys' ass and squeezed there. Rhys yelped, causing the whole room to look at him funny. He somehow got redder, mistyping several words as he sat on Jack's hand. When the meeting concluded, he quickly stood. Jack's hand followed though, giving an oddly soft love tap to his behind as soon as everyone left. Rhys squeaked, not daring to look at Handsome Jack as he spoke.

"What… What the frick are you doing?"

"What do you mean, kitten?"

"Your whole hand is on my ass."

"Huh, so it is."

Jack smirked, and pulled away. He stood and led Rhys out, purposely lagging behind before doing what he had done before; slipping his hand into the back pocket of his PA.

Rhys shifted slightly, urged forward but the hand when he lagged behind. When they reached Jack's office, Jack tapped him on the ass again and gave him a grin. "Good work, kiddo. Keep it up." He praised, which was unusual for him. Rhys didn't say anything as Jack walked back into his office. He decided to call Yvette, dialing her number into his personal ECHOcom and rang her. She picked up, her hologram depicting her sitting. She was presumably also at work.

"What do you want, Rhys? I'm kinda busy." She huffed, focusing on what was presumably a computer. Rhys shifted and cleared his throat. "You should come have dinner at me and Vaughn's. I have something I want to talk to you about some… stuff…"

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"HE GRABBED YOUR ASS." Yvette nearly spit out her food. Vaughn stared at Rhys, who was once again red in the face. There was an awkward silence before Rhys spoke. "Yeah. He did." He coughed, poking at his half burnt food Vaughn had made. She stared too, as Rhys averted his gaze to look at a random frame on the wall. "So let me get this straight." Yvette began, "He's grabbed you, calls you pet names, and complemented you? The CEO of Hyperion." Rhys nodded. "I don't believe it." She finally decided. The young man couldn't blame her. It was Handsome Jack after all, the selfish, incredibly wealthy CEO of the biggest company in the galaxy. He didn't even believe it.

The rest of dinner was silent, and incredibly tense. When Rhys and Vaughn said goodbye to Yvette, they immediately went to their separate rooms. Rhys took his button up and jacket off, changing into his sleeping shorts, and flopped into bed. He screamed into his pillow before flipping around to his back, staring at the poster that was taunting him. Handsome Jack's face staring, unblinking. He turned to face away from it, screwing his eyes shut to try and get some sleep. It didn't work.

—

Rhys did the usual of dropping off Jack's coffee and whatever papers he needed to sign. He was red in the face while doing so, and Jack took notice. The older man did the usual routine of watching Rhys' ass on his way out. He was flat, sure, but it was because he'd dropped weight from being stressed. Jack still liked looking at him, though. He decided that he'd take to Rhys. Seduce him in a way. Handsome Jack always fot what he wanted, too.

Hours had passed without the two interacting, and it was growing past the end of their work day. Rhys gathered belongings and began to leave, then the phone began to ring. He looked over, groaning and begrudgingly picked it up. It was Jack.

He went silent.

"Hey Rhysie baby, get in here." His voice was low and almost threatening. He nodded with a small "okay". He knocked before entering as usual, wringing his hands together as Jack beckoned him over. This could have gone two ways; he'd either get airlocked, or fucked. He hoped for the latter. Judging by the look on Jack's face, it was the latter.

"Y'know pumpkin, I couldn't do this without you." Jack began, standing and gesturing to the room around him. He caught Rhys' eye, grinning at the nervous-to-the-point-of-shaking man. He walked around his desk, approaching the shorter male. "You brought me back to where I belong. And I shouldn't have to say I'm grateful, 'cause I gave you the rightful working position. Under me." He grew too close, Rhys thought. He could feel Jack's ragged breathing against his, bodies nearly pressed together. Jack reached up to his face, tilting his head up with a single finger under his chin. Jack's smile was one of intent, and his eyes were half lidded. He leaned in as Rhys gasped, kissing him impeccably slow. The younger man didn't reciprocate for a second, in shock that the Handsome Jack was kissing him. He melted into the feeling, though, reaching up and tangling his hands in the graying locks of the CEO. Jack pulled him in by his hips, humming lowly as the kiss went on. They pulled as they both ran out of breath, panting against each others lips. Rhys felt dizzy. He must have been dreaming.

"Pinch me." Rhys begged quietly.

"Jeez kiddo, already? You got some weird kink or something?"

"I feel like I'm dreaming."

Jack grinned at his words, complying with what the younger man had asked. He pinched him in the side, causing Rhys to cringe. He was definitely not dreaming.

Jack was the one to pull away first, leaning down and kissing him shortly. "See you tomorrow baby." He hummed, walking to the end of one of the walls oddly. Rhys scurried out, clutching his heart. He had just kissed Handsome Jack. The Handsome Jack. He decided against telling Vaughn what had happened, though.

He got home predictably late, and Vaughn was taking a shower. Good. He headed to the kitchen after ditching his jacket on the table, grabbing a soda and plopping down on the couch. He turned on one of his favorite horrible TV dramas, chugging the soda as Vaughn came out.

"Jesus bro, you're home late."

"Yeah, Jack had me do some stuff. Business and all that. Yeah." He lied somewhat, setting down the empty can on their coffee table. He rolled his head back as Vaughn headed to the kitchen, grabbing whatever sweet treat was in their freezer. Otter pops. Strange, but welcome. He grabbed himself a red one and tossed a pink one Rhys' way. The man tore it open with his teeth and sucked on it slowly until all that was left was the flavorless ice. Vaughn sat down and cringed at the show Rhys was watching. He reached for it, changing it to some old cowboy movie. "I don't get why you like those shows." He groaned. Rhys stood and threw out the ice and plastic, shrugging simply at what Vaughn had said. "I'm going to bed." He yawned.

"Night bro."

"Night bro."

They said at the same time, as Rhys giggled and headed to bed. He walked to his desk, detaching his arm from his port and setting it down on the tabletop. He changed into his usual sleeping attire and laid down. He slept perfectly fine that night.

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Rhys woke up the next morning refreshed, yawning and stretching upwards while he awoke. He stood, oddly energized as he gathered his clothes for the day. He tossed them on the bed, not really caring as long as they were accessible after his shower. He headed to the bathroom, closing the door behind himself and sucking in a hard breath as he remembered last night. His face heated up as he got undressed, tossing them into his hamper. Thanks to Jack's suggestion, he and Vaughn had gotten one each. He couldn't help but think of Jack as he did the simple motion of tossing.

He let the shower get hot while he poked at himself in the mirror. He was only getting thinner, his ribs poking through his skin and his hip bones protruding at the front of his sides. He shrugged it off as usual.

Once he stepped in the scalding hot water, he hissed slightly. It burned nearly, and he reached to turn it down with the knob. Once he finally got it to the right temperature, he started washing his hair as usual. But then the thought of Jack and him kissing popped into his head again. The man's oddly soft lips, his slight possessiveness in his mannerism, just Jack. He then thought of the man killing his nemesis, grabbing his thighs and him tapping his ass… it was too much.

He felt a surge of blood rush south, sighing shakily as he closed his eyes and pictured Jack. Scenarios like this weren't uncommon in his late nights alone, and Jack was usually the one in them, but this early was unusual. He just let it get under his skin. Plus, it had been awhile since he did this… no harm in it, right?

He was suddenly bent over the oaken desk, papers scattering under his cheek. He felt nails digging into his scalp, and a sharp pain in his behind. He had just been smacked.

Rhys pictured it. He ran his hand down his smooth chest, over his perky nipple, and to the small patch of hairs over his dick. He kept his hand there as his mind wandered.

"Oh princess, you look perfect bent over like this, ass all mine." Jack would growl, tone possessive and dark. Rhys whined under him, whimpering the other man's name.

"That's right. Say my name. Now, who do you belong to?"

"You,"

"Ah ah ah, pumpkin. Try again."

"J… Jack."

"Who do you belong to?"

"Jack!"

"That's fuckin' right."

"Jack…" Rhys whimpered to himself, reaching down to thumb at the head of his cock, smearing the bead of precum over it. He moaned under his breath.

Jack leaned over Rhys, caging him in as he bottomed out inside him. The older man groaned into his ear, and he could have came hearing that. "Just move already." Rhys grumbled, rolling his hips back. Jack quickly corrected that behavior with a swift smack to the side of Rhys' ass, using his other hand to pin his waist down. "Beg for it."

"Jack," He moaned louder, leaning against the shower wall with his head pressed to it. He pumped himself, once, before dragging his hand back up to his mouth. He sucked on two fingers, wondering what Jack tasted like. Probably masculine and salty, just the way Rhys liked it. It made him drool.

He pulled his fingers away from his mouth, reaching around and rolling a finger around his puckered hole. He slid that finger in, whimpering at the intrusion. He brought in down to the knuckle, squeezing around it. It felt weird; it's not like he'd never taken dick, but it had been literal years and he wasn't used to the feeling anymore. He slowly pumped his finger in and out.

"Oh god, Jack, I don't think I can take this anymore. I need you to move, to fuck me so hard you split me in half, please." He spoke, and if he wasn't as horny as he was, he'd be ashamed of the words. Jack grinned against his neck, biting the nape of it before pulling back and grabbing his hips. He waited for another second before snapping his hips forward, no remorse as Rhys gasped and moaned lewdly. 

Another finger was added, causing a shudder to go up his spine. He moaned out Jack's name again.

Jack was brutal in his pace, fucking Rhys like an animal. Rhys was a mess, pitiful swears pouring out of his mouth alongside absolutely filthy noises. Jack grunted every so often, grabbing Rhys' hair and pulling his head back with a hard yank. Rhys came right when he did so, but the man was still fucking him like there was no tomorrow.

"Jack!" Rhys whined, pressing his finger into his prostate, to which he came with just the slight touch. He panted, cringing at the cold water that hit him. Shampoo stung in his eyes suddenly, and he groaned. He really should have rethought doing this in the shower.

He finally got out after a good minute of trying to get the shampoo of his eyes, giving up and just letting himself suffer. He continued to try and rub the sting out of his eyes.

He hooked his arm on, and got dressed. He checked his phone, and realized he was running behind slightly. Now he was really starting to regret jacking off in the shower.

—

He practically ran to get Jack his coffee, slowing down once he reached his office. Jack was busy typing away some nasty email, before looking up at Rhys. He grinned when he saw his flushed face, slightly messed up hair, and fussy tie knot. "Rough morning kiddo?" He chuckled, smiling at him as he took a sip of his coffee. Rhys nodded, not holding eye contact with the older man. He didn't think he could after what he had done that morning.

"C'mere." Jack hummed, and Rhys walked forward with a slight stammer in his step. Jack stood, setting his mug down and grabbed Rhys' tie. He pulled him forward, planting a kiss on Rhys' lips. Rhys couldn't help but kiss back, the man tasted like coffee and was cold, contrasting his own body heat. He pulled away first, leaving Jack hungry for another. And Jack got what he wanted, always.

So, they stood there kissing for a good few minutes, before Jack was satisfied. He plopped down into his chair, taking another sip from his coffee like nothing had happened. Rhys stayed, dumbfounded and a bit lightheaded. Jack looked up at him, raising his eyebrows. Rhys still couldn't look at him.

Jack reached forward, grabbing his tie again. He undid it, though, as Rhys looked down and watched his skilled hands. His hands were big but so dexterous, fingers working to tie his tie again. Jack sighed, satisfied with how Rhys looked; disheveled and in a well tied tie.

"You're fine now kiddo. Go work." He dismissed, and Rhys nodded. "Yes sir." He stammered, heading to his desk.

Jack wondered why the kid wouldn't look at him this morning. Sure, he was awkward and couldn't hold eye contact, but he usually at least glanced at him. Something was up, and he wanted to know what was.

He finished his coffee, standing with a small grunt and a pop of his back. He was getting old admittedly, but he didn't tell himself that. He couldn't tell himself that. 

He stepped out, causing Rhys to turn his head to look at him. His eyes immediately darted away, focusing on his computer as Jack walked to the front of the desk. He placed his mug at the upper part of the desk, leaning onto it. 

"Mind telling me why the hell you can't look at me, kitten?"

Silence.

"Are you deaf? I asked a question." Jack growled, and Rhys finally looked up. His gaze was horrified nearly, and Jack kept his eyes locked on him firmly. Rhys cleared his throat.

"I'm just a bit on edge, sir." He told the half-truth, because he was. Jack tsk'ed at him, grinning. He was starting to get a vague idea as to why Rhys was. "Why's that?" Jack pushed, and Rhys shook his head, refusing to answer. Jack walked around the side of his desk. He leaned into Rhys' ear, nice and close, and spoke.

"How about I help you wind down?"

He grinned against him, and Rhys went wide eyed. Was Jack offering… to have sex? His mind thumped, and he couldn't speak. Jack chuckled, pulling away and looking down at him with a glimmer in his gaze. "Well?" He asked, and Rhys finally decided to speak. He shook his head.

Jack raised his eyebrows, before they downturned into an angry curl. "I can't," Rhys mumbled, just loud enough for Jack to hear. Jack didn't respond, he just stormed off to his office. Then Rhys heard him throw something against a wall. He probably should get out of there before he's the one getting thrown against the wall in the unsexiest way possible.

Jack was furious. Why was this kid playing hard to get? Usually someone would throw themselves at him to even get a chance. But Rhys? Rhys was different. And that made him all the more alluring to Jack.

Two hours had passed and Rhys came back to his desk with an iced coffee. Jack's mug was still sitting on the shelf above his, and he wondered if he should have brought Jack a drink. He shook the thought, taking a sip from his latte before setting it down.

He cringed when he heard the hydraulic door open for the second time today. He didn't even look over as Jack stood next to him, throwing down a piece of paper and crossing his arms. Rhys finally looked over at the paper, picking it up and reading it. Ten digits. A phone number.

"What?"

"It's a phone number kitten. Are you stupid?" Jack groaned, annoyed. "Put it in your phone. That way we can talk." He spoke the last word in a drawl, grabbing his mug and walking across the hall. Why the hell did Jack give him his number??

Rhys pulled out his phone, punching the number into a blank contact and labeled it 'Handsome Jack'. He still couldn't believe that Jack of all people gave him his number. He sent a small 'Hello this is Rhys' message, and Jack almost immediately messaged back.

'wait in my office. im not done with you.'

Oh. Oh.

Rhys got up, putting his phone in his back pocket. He walked into Jack's office, trying to act all casual despite there being no one around. He observed his surroundings, all of it becoming a blur when he heard the door opened behind him. Shit.

"Y'know pumpkin, I'm getting real tired of trying to get you to bite." Jack began, as Rhys turned around to face him. The taller man grabbed him by the chin, forcing Rhys to look at him. Rhys squirmed, whining softly, terrified. Jack glared him down. "What do you want? Permission to talk? Say something!" Jack demanded, as Rhys let out a pitiful noise, adjacent to what a newborn skag would sound like. He found his footing after a minute.

"... A date would be nice."

"Speak up, sweetheart. I can't hear you." 

"A date would be nice!"

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Rhys fixed his yellow tie in the mirror, nervous to high hell. Him and Jack had planned a date. An actual date, with Handsome Jack . He held his breath.

Vaughn peeked into the bathroom, seeing as Rhys had been in there for an hour. He whistled, raising his eyebrows. "Dang bro, you look snazzy. What, you got a date or something?" He snickered, figuring Rhys put on their old matching tux to relive some sort of highschool memory. "... Yeah actually." Rhys breathed, and Vaughn opened the door fully and stood there in shock. "No way. With who? Is it that one guy from weapons you had the hots for??" He asked genuinely, no one else coming to mind. Well, one person did, but there was no possibility that he had landed a date with him .

"This'll sound. Fake." Rhys started, dusting down the slightly baggy vest. "But it's with Jack. I… kinda asked him out." Rhys chuckled nervously after talking, and Vaughn stared, mouth agape. " No way ." He laughed. " You asked out Handsome Jack?? Of all people to make the first move on–" 

"Well, he made the first move bro,"

"Oh yeah."

They stood there, both in shock for different reasons. Vaughn huffed, beginning to close his door. "Well, have fun bro. I'm gonna go get dinner with Yvette." He ended, and Rhys reciprocated the goodbye. He stared at himself, before sliding the jewelry on the counter onto himself; three faux gold rings, a faux gold necklace, and his real gold hoops, to which he slid into the first piercings he had on his earlobe. The rest of his ear piercings were already in place; all were back painted metal, two in the curl of his upper ear, two more on his earlobe, and three on the inner shell of his ear. He had kind of gone crazy with piercings in his first year of being an adult.

He fidgeted when his phone buzzed. It must have been Jack coming to pick him up. He picked his phone up as soon as there was a knock at the door. He was really doing this, huh?

He walked out of the bathroom and to the front door, grabbing his bag (it definitely was not a women's purse) before opening the door. There stood Jack, usual grin on his face when he saw Rhys.

"Damn kiddo, you dress up nice. Suit's a little big, though. We'll have to fix that." He spoke as he offered his arm, to which Rhys wrapped his own arm around cautiously. He glanced down, looking at the two guns Jack holstered. He was always armed, but why two guns?

Jack was dressed in his best; A black suit and tie with a matching black button down, and gold cufflinks and watch. Unlike Rhys, all of his gold was real. 

Rhys snapped back to reality when Jack spoke again. "I went all out for you pumpkin. I really hope you enjoy yourself, cause you sure can get used to this." He said, smugly, as Rhys laughed nervously under his breath. "Thank you," He finally said, before they entered the more town-y area of Helios. They approached a designated date area, a lavish restaurant that only the higher ups of the company went to. Rhys felt out of place.

Jack entered with him, to a cowering hostess, who led them to their private room. It wasn't just a booth they had to themselves, but a whole room . and Rhys was starting to get the hint that Jack was trying very hard to win him over. It was working so far.

"So kitten, are you gonna stand there or are you gonna sit down and come figure out what you want to drink?" Jack beckoned, already sitting. Rhys made his way over quickly, sitting across from Jack. A waiter soon came and asked what they wanted, and Jack ordered whiskey. Rhys got a lemonade, to Jack's slight dismay.

"Kid, you're on a date with me , enjoy yourself a bit." Jack laughed, and Rhys shook his head. "I don't hold alcohol well," He sighed, and Jack hummed. "Ahh." He started. "We'll have to get wine some other time then." He purred, as Rhys nodded with a swallow. His throat felt dry.

They made small talk about empty topics for a bit, carrying them until they were eating. Music made it less awkward, but Rhys still felt a bit shifty. Jack clearly did not.

After finishing off his lamb, Jack leaned in and spoke in a sultry tone. "Want dessert?" He hinted, and Rhys went red. Yet another offer by Jack to make off with some quick sex.

"Oh, um. No, I'm full, thank you." He decided, playing dumb as Jack pulled back. He looked thoroughly annoyed, but not pissed off enough to kill him. Good, he was safe.

"Sure kitten." The older man gritted, taking the tab when it was passed to him. Rhys felt bad for not splitting with Jack, but he was the wealthiest man alive so it took away some of the hurt. "Sorry, I'd offer to split but–"

"Rhysie baby, even I don't know how much money I have, that's how much I have. Let me take care of you." Jack spoke while reading the amount, putting his card in and letting the waiter take it. He tapped his foot, finally feeling that tension in the air. Rhys' awkwardness was finally getting to him.

When the waiter came back Jack didn't thank them, instead taking his card and putting it in his way too bulky wallet. He then noticed a small glint from Rhys' fingers, his rings. Jack reached over and took his hand, his calloused fingertips running over the painted metal. "I like these." He decided, gliding his gaze up to his necklace. He took note of the small leaf charm on it, how it looked incredibly tacky. He didn't like that.

"Are these real?" He asked, tilting his nose up slightly to see a bit more clearly. "No," Rhys admitted, chuckling softly. "I can't afford any real gold. But my hoops are real!" He stated proudly, as Jack grinned at the sudden confidence. "Nice, cupcake." 

They stood, and Rhys took his arm again. Despite the slight awkwardness of any first date and Jack's insistence to take him home, it went pretty well in his mind. Jack seemed happy, too. He smiled to himself.

Once they got to Rhys' front door, Jack stepped in front of him and looked down at him. "I had fun Rhysie. Let's do lunch tomorrow?" He offered, and Rhys nodded with a smile. It was him to initiate the kiss, which caught Jack slightly off guard. He kissed back, though, closing his eyes and pulling the younger male in. They stopped at one kiss, and Jack patted Rhys on the shoulders. "See you tomorrow kiddo." Jack hummed, and Rhys leaned in and kissed him quickly goodbye. Jack then headed off to the nearest transporter, and Rhys walked inside.

Vaughn was chilling on the couch, but called out to Rhys when he heard the door open. "How'd the date go?" He spoke loudly over the horror movie he had on, and Rhys shouted back. "Really well! We're having lunch together tomorrow!"

Vaughn stopped talking, probably not hearing him. Rhys headed to his room, dressing down to his undershirt and to a pair of sweatpants. He decided to lay down, satisfied with the day. He slept peacefully that night, dreams of Jack coming to mind.

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The next morning when Jack's coffee was brought to him, Rhys was pleased to find Jack dressed up casually, in a Hyperion sweatshirt and jeans. He said nothing as he set the coffee down and Jack reached for his tie, pulling him down and kissing him for a good minute. This was starting to become a morning ritual that both of them liked.

Rhys knew that Jack was going to order lunch for the two of them, so he had let Vaughn and Yvette know that he couldn't make it to eat with them that day. Yvette seemed suspicious, but Vaughn already knew what was happening.

Lunch time came, and Rhys headed into Jack's office. Jack was waiting with a chair next to him, which caused the younger man to blush. Jack wanted to sit next to him instead of across. Wow .

Rhys took his assumed seat, and Jack leaned in and kissed him with his coffee breath. Rhys reciprocated as per usual, before Jack opened his ECHOcom and typed away at a lunch order. "We're getting veggie bowls." Jack decided, and Rhys nodded. He wouldn't say no to free food, even if he'd barely eat it.

When their food was delivered via bot, Rhys got up and grabbed it for them. They had gotten the same thing, so he just set it down in no particular order. Jack immediately dug in and Rhys just poked at it for a minute. Jack looked over after taking a bite, raising his brows. Why was Rhys so adverse to eating? He had barely touched his food last night, too.

"Eat." He commanded, and Rhys nodded with a squeaked "Yes sir". He took a few bites before going back to prodding at it with his fork, Jack groaning. 

"Kitten, I'm not gonna buy you food if all you're gonna do is play with it. Eat." He growled, taking matters into his own hands. He took his own fork and stuck it into the food Rhys had, raising it to the younger man's mouth. Rhys hesitated, before eating what was on the fork. He felt childish, but he liked being fed by Jack.

They chatted and ate, Jack still feeding Rhys between bites of his own. Once they had finished, Jack tossed their trash into the bin next to his desk. He looked over to Rhys, who was relaxed back into his chair. He was full.

"You really gotta pack some pounds kiddo. You're a beanpole." Jack commented before pulling his work back up. Rhys felt that comment go to his bones. Sure, he had lost weight, but did Jack dislike it? He shook the feeling for now, deciding he was a perfect fine weight.

Rhys got up to head back to work, but he was quickly pulled back down. He yelped, as Jack put his hand on his thigh. "You're staying with me for a bit." He growled, feeling up Rhys like he wanted. Rhys was at his whim, making small noises and closing his eyes to try and relax.

An hour passed and Rhys was finally at his desk, working. He was flustered, a bit horny, and frustrated all the same time. He wanted Jack now more than ever, and he was letting it get to him.

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He woke up in the middle of that same night, from a message from Jack of all people. He groaned from his phone lighting up, regretting not turning it on his other side. He picked up his device, sitting back and lifting it up and checking who the hell was messaging so late. Then he read the name. Handsome Jack.

'u up?'

Oh god, was this a booty call?

'Yeah, you woke me up. Why?'

'just wanted to talk'

Sure Jack, just talk . Rhys groaned, sitting up and holding his phone in his lap. Him and Jack talked for a minute or so until Jack finally got to the point.

'u should come over ;)'

Rhys immediately felt that go to his dick. He wanted Jack, bad . It was worse than that time in the shower, far worse. It had been awhile since he'd gotten dicked down, and it was starting to get to him. Jacking off wasn't working anymore, he needed the real thing. And he was finally going to let himself have it.

'Whats your address' 

He typed desperately, as Jack's messaging icon taunted him. Was it him, or was Jack purposefully taking a long time to answer?

'go to my office and press the button behind that one box. uve seen me use it before'

No, he hasn't. What the hell was he talking about? Still, he'd give it a shot. He rolled out of bed, slipping on a shirt and socks. He teetered out of his room, sending an 'On my way' text and putting on his crocs. They even had little charms in them. Cute.

He trotted down the empty halls of Hyperion, taking the familiar walk to Jack's office. He twirled his keys as he approached, opening the door and walking up to a random box on the wall. peeking behind it, there was no button. Hmm.

He went to a few random boxes before finding the one, smack near the window. He pressed the small gray button, and the wall slid into itself. Then, an elevator appeared. Did Jack live in his office? How did he not know about this?

He entered the elevator and pressed the button labeled "J house". Real clever, Jack, he thought. 

He was greeted to a lavish hallway that led up to a wooden door. The hall had various pictures of Jack and others, but mostly himself. There were also faux plants, and oddly a small fountain, all surrounded by windows. Jack probably never got visitors, so this was all for vain. How fitting!

He walked around the fountain to the door, knocking. "Jack?" He called. He was soon met face to face with the man, shirtless and rugged. Rhys gawked, looking down at his broad, tanned muscles. Jack pulled him in with a grumble.

"Listen kid, I was going to just come out the gate and kiss you, but I can't when you're wearing those shoes. Get them off." The older man complained, slightly hurting Rhys' feelings. "I like these shoes!" He protested, before kicking them off along with his socks near the frame of the door.

Jack turned around, immediately pinning Rhys to the wall. The younger man gasped, looking up at him. Jack looked pissed.

"You don't know how long I've wanted to get my hands on you, kiddo." He leaned in to speak into his ear, before kissing him harshly. Rhys let out a small surprised noise, before kissing back, tangling his arms around Jack's shoulders and reaching up to tug at his hair. The kisses turned into Jack biting at Rhys' bottom lip, and before he knew it, Jack's tongue was in his mouth. He pushed back, eyebrows furrowing as his tongue explored the older man's teeth and cheeks. He burned like alcohol, and Rhys nearly nicked his tongue on the man's sharp canines. Jack was the first one to pull away, immediately attacking Rhys' neck with harsh teeth and tongue. Rhys let out an unfiltered moan, and Jack grinned against him. He squirmed, causing the older man to grab the sides of his arms and pin them to his sides.

"I'm gettin' real tired of all your squirming." Jack spoke lowly, causing Rhys to shiver. Jack grabbed one arm firmly, dragging the younger man behind him to his room. He flung him onto the bed, causing Rhys to yelp and grab his arm from where he was thrown. Jack sauntered over to him, climbing over him and leaning down in for a kiss. Rhys pulled him down quickly, hot with need as their tongues met again. Rhys was whimpering, pulling away while a strand of saliva connected their lips. Jack shot him a questioning glance, and Rhys whined. "Jesus kiddo, you sound like–" He was quickly interrupted.

"Please let me suck your cock." Rhys pleaded, and Jack was taken aback. Normally someone wouldn't just ask like that, but man, Rhys was different . He grinned, chuckling as he got off of the younger man and stood, undoing his belt and tossing it to the side table. He'd be using it later.

"Since you asked so nicely…" Jack teased, getting out of his jeans kicking them off to the side. Rhys tumbled onto his knees, pawing at his boxers as Jack freed his dick. Rhys gasped audibly, and drooled . God, Jack was a monster and he was only half hard. He immediately sat up, pressing kisses to the tip and down his shaft, licking a stripe up the hard vein underneath. Jack groaned lowly, grabbing Rhys' hair with one hand and rolling it between his fingers. The younger man savored the taste, lips parting around the velvety tip as he held the base of his dick in place. At this point Jack was fully hard, pressing Rhys down on his cock and humming when he didn't feel Rhys gag. Did the kid not have a reflex?

"Got some experience, huh?" Jack spoke huskily as Rhys hummed around his dick. God the kid was so good . His mouth was wet and warm, and his throat was almost welcoming. He kept his eyes locked on Rhys, unable to look away as he let go of the base of his cock and pushed the rest of his head onto his cock. "Jesus," Jack sighed, before holding Rhys' head there for a good few seconds before the man pulled all the way off his dick. He felt the cold air hit him and shivered.

"No gag reflex?" Jack questioned simply, and Rhys nodded. He honed back in on the older man's dick, going back down on it in one fell movement. Jack pushed his head down once he came back off, continuing that movement before Rhys got the picture. He was fast in his movements, and Jack was making small noises of appreciation as he hit the base of his cock. Rhys pulled away suddenly, causing Jack to grunt before Rhys sucked on one of his balls. He hadn't really ever been touched there, so the experience was exhilarating. He sucked in a hard breath through his teeth as Rhys continued, fisting at his hair. "God, you're good . Get fuckin' used to being on your knees…"

Rhys pulled away after a minute, and Jack pulled him up immediately and attacked his neck. Rhys tilted his head back to give the older man access,and he was berated with hickeys and bite marks. Man, his canines were sharp and Rhys was loving it.

"More," Rhys begged as Jack pushed him back against the bed. Jack laughed menacingly in the crook of his neck. "Oh kitten, when I'm done with you, everyone will know who you belong to." He threatened, biting hard enough to draw blood at one point. Rhys moaned out an octave up. He was not expecting the younger man to be a masochist.

Jack licked the metallic taste up, letting it scab over as he worked down to the little collarbone he had exposed. He pulled away, and Rhys finally opened his eyes and looked at him like a lost puppy.

"Shirt off… atta boy." He praised as Rhys did what he was told. Jack was taken aback by the tattoo running from his chest to his hand and down his leg. It was mesmerizing, and oddly… familiar. He traced a pattern with his nail, causing the younger man to shiver. "When'dya get these done?" Jack inquired, and Rhys simply shrugged. It was a good enough answer for Jack at the moment.

He was also surprised by the fact Rhys had nipple piercings. It wasn't something the older man would expect, but they were also mesmerizing. Jack honed in on the jewelery, playing with it while he started biting down on his collarbone. A few minutes later, Rhys' entire neck, shoulders, and upper torso were covered in dark and bleeding marks. He felt great .

When Jack decided he was finished, Rhys turned around and simply bent over the bed. Jack raised his eyebrows and shook his head. "We're doing this my way, cupcake. Up on the bed on your elbows and knees now." He encouraged Rhys with a small smack on the ass, causing the younger man to jump and gasp. He did so, and Jack leaned over and nearly tore his shorts off.

He stared at his bony ass, ravenous as he got up on the bed and reached for the bottle on his bedside table. Lube. He popped the cap open and smeared some on his middle and ring finger, pressing one against Rhys' hole. The younger man moaned out when he was barely touched, and Jack raised an eyebrow. 

"Jesus pumpkin, when was the last time you were touched?" He crooned as he slipped his finger into Rhys' tight hole, causing the man not respond for a second. "... two years." He finally whimpered, laying his face in between his crossed arms. Jack whistled, deciding not to make a comment as he worked his finger down to the knuckle.

Rhys already felt so full, Jack's fingers were thicker than his by a long shot but he knew taking his dick was going to be a whole other game. He gasped loudly when the calloused pad of his finger brushed his prostate, crying out the older man's name as he dug his nails into his arms. Jack didn't question it, simply doing so again. Then, he added another finger. Rhys felt the tightness in his abdomen bubble, and he screamed. 

Jack was weary of how loud he was. Sure, they were completely alone now, but in the future, Jack planned for them to not be so private. He decided that the noise issue would be a later problem to deal with.

Rhys came with a full body shiver, and Jack just kept going. He pulled his two fingers out after a good minute, letting Rhys catch his breath. "A little warning next time would be great." Jack grumbled as he looked at the mess of cum that pooled under Rhys. The younger man groaned. "I… literally screamed." He grumbled.

Suddenly a swift hand spanked him.

"Nuh uh uh princess, you don't talk back." Jack warned, as Rhys whimpered out a small "okay". He desperately wanted to be smacked again though, biting his tongue as Jack grinned down at him. He kept his face hidden, inhaling sharply when he felt the tip of Jack's dick prodding at his hole. The older man struggled to even get in the first place, taking a good minute to even push the tip in. Rhys squeezed around him when he felt Jack bottom out in him, eyes rolling into the back of his head as rolled his hips. " Shit ." Jack finally let out, groaning. You're so fucking tight ."

Jack quickly fell into a slow rhythm, grabbing Rhys' hips and pulling them back in time with his movements. First thrust had Rhys reeling, second one had him praying to a god he didn't even believe in, and third absolutely falling apart and cumming again. Jack whistled, still moving as Rhys spasmed under him loudly. "Jesus Christ kiddo, you sure cum quick." Jack huffed, feeling a bit frustrated that he couldn't get off. He began to pull out, before Rhys' hand snapped back and pulled his hips snugly in.

"... Don't stop, " He begged silently through his ragged breaths, and he didn't have to tell Jack twice. He went right back to fucking him, this time harder. Rhys was repeating Jack's name like a mantra and the older man was getting off on hearing his own name. He soon found himself fucking into the younger man like he depended on it. Groans and short swears escaping his lips as wet slaps reverberated in the room. 

"Harder! Fuck!" Rhys continued to beg under Jack, and he was giving in. He pulled Rhys up so his chest was touching the younger man's back. He wrapped a strong arm around Rhys' midsection and the other around his neck. Rhys was on the verge of sobbing, pleading with Jack to go harder.

A minute passed and Rhys was cumming for a third time, while Jack was getting close. He leaned into Rhys' ear, panting as he spoke. "Your cute little body is begging me to fill up you up. I bet you want that, huh? To be filled with Handsome Jack's cum?" To which Rhys immediately screamed yes. With another snap of his hips he was shooting thick white ropes into the younger man, groaning out with an open mouth. Rhys was finally catching his breath and Jack had finally stopped cumming, to which he pulled out. Rhys whined at the emptiness, panting softly as he was bent over and watched.

Jack always liked seeing his own release seep out of his partners, but with Rhys, it felt different. Like a prize he was finally able to cash in. He grinned, his cum joining the puddle of Rhys' below him. 

He stood, pulling up his boxers in the process and walking off to the bathroom. He grabbed a rag, wet it, and came back.

Jack found Rhys laying down where he was put, half asleep. He sighed, smiled and moved him so he could clean up their mess. He decided the rag was a later problem, tossing it behind himself with their clothes. He joined Rhys in bed, hoisting the younger male up to which he protested. "It's okay baby, I'm just putting you under the covers." He assured, pulling the luxurious comforter back and laying Rhys delicately onto the sheets. He followed suit, Wrapping his arms around Rhys' waist, finding no protest as he spooned him lazily. He had finally gotten what he wanted.

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Rhys woke up to an empty bed and an aching body, thighs glued together with Jack's release from last night. He groaned, rubbing his eyes and sitting up slowly. He looked around, almost forgetting that he was in Jack's room. The bed was large enough to fit four people at least, and knowing Jack there had probably been at least three at a time in it. He blushed a bit at the thought, before he was interrupted.

"G'morning pumpkin." Jack crooned as he walked over, leaning over him and giving him a slow and oddly passionate kiss. Rhys lazily reciprocated, before Jack helped him out of bed. He was surprised at the older man's gentleness, holding him by the waist as Rhys' knees threatened to buckle under him. "Go shower. You're sticky." Jack hummed, leading him into the bathroom and letting him go on his own. Rhys stood, still waking up as the lights flicked on automatically.

The room was luxurious, more so than the bedroom. It was covered in a black tile, and there were accents of yellow in everything. He hummed, looking around for a minute before finding the shower, walking up and sliding it open. The floor was heated, so when the cold tiles hit his feet he shivered fully. He relaxed instantly when the already hot water hit his back, closing his eyes and running his fingers through his hair. Then he realized he still had his prosthetic on.

"Shit!" He shouted, quickly turning off the water and hopping out. He grabbed a towel from the rack, not caring if it was decoration, and wrapped it around his waist. He detached his arm, laying it on the counter. He examined it, flipping it over slowly and groaning. It was waterlogged. Great. He'd have to go get it repaired.

He grabbed it, walking out of the bathroom and back into Jack's room. He tossed it on the floor, figuring it couldn't get much worse than it already was. He picked his clothes up off the floor, cringing when he saw the tear in the waistband of his shorts. Jack had really gotten carried away, huh?

He put his clothes on, tying the end of his sleeve where his port was. He was a bit insecure when he didn't have his arm on, so he'd figure he'd hide his port. He walked out, shutting the door behind him as he walked around to find Jack.

"Jack?" Rhys called out, stopping to try and hear his response. "In the kitchen baby!" He called back, and Rhys followed the source of the noise. He found him in a large kitchen, which took him aback. Everything about this house was large, and it made him a bit nervous. He was so used to living in his cramped apartment with his best friend, the space made him feel smaller than he was.

"I hope you like eggs." Jack spoke as Rhys walked up behind him and wrapped his one arm around him. Jack looked down, only seeing his fleshy palm. He turned to look where his other arm would be. He shot a questioning look to nowhere in particular. "Where's your arm, kiddo?" He asked, going back to cooking. Rhys sighed onto his bare shoulder before answering. "I waterlogged it." He grumbled, pulling away to look around the larger man to see what he was doing. "Ouch. Can you not repair it?" Jack questioned genuinely, and Rhys shook his head. "No arm today then, huh?"

"No, I was going to go back home and get my old one. It's one I made, though, so it's clunky." Rhys complained, as Jack plated up their food. Eggs and bacon, Rhys saw, which made him sigh. He didn't know Jack could cook.

Jack carried their plates to the counter where a couple chairs were. Rhys followed him and sat down, poking at his food as usual. He then remembered when Jack got mad, which made him actually begin to eat. Jack was already half done when Rhys had started, scarfing his food. He was ravenous after last night.

Once they were done, Jack simply dumped the dishes in the sink with the others, leaving them to be done later. Rhys checked the time, raising his eyebrows. They still had a whole four hours before they needed to head into work. "Why are we up so early??" Rhys spoke while he walked around to the sink. He simply started washing the dishes, with a slight struggle due to only having one arm. Jack watched, confused but not stopping him. "Dunno. I'm usually up this early and I probably woke you up." Jack shrugged, following Rhys' footsteps and standing behind him. He wrapped his strong arms around the younger man's waist, pulling him in and nestling his nose into the crook of his neck. He ran his hands under Rhys' shirt, causing the younger man to shiver. "Your hands are freezing!" He complained, and Jack just grumbled back. He felt over the ridges where his ribs were, sighing. "Jesus." He whispered to himself, cursing himself for not taking note of how thin Rhys was. 

"What?" Rhys questioned, stopping.

"Huh?"

"Why'd you feel over my stomach and say 'Jesus'?"

"You're just thinner than I thought. I can feel your ribs." Jack sighed, feeling concerned. That caused him to be concerned in himself , because he usually didn't care for people. Rhys paused, the cogs turning in his brain. He finally let all of the usual dismissal of his problems catch up to him. He hated being so thin, and he felt like it was his own fault. He began to cry, tears coming automatically as the thoughts came rolling in.

Jack pulled away when he felt Rhys' chest heave. He was not good with emotions. He waited before turning Rhys around, slowly pulling him into a hug. Rhys gripped onto Jack's shirt and sobbed into him. Jack stood awkwardly, patting him on the back and hushing him. "What happened?" He asked delicately, as Rhys looked up at him, tears rolling down his face. "You don't like my body?" He stammered, and Jack froze. That is definitely not what he meant.

"No, kitten, I–" He stopped, pulling away and pinching the bridge of his nose. He hated that Rhys was crying over this. "I was just stating my concern. That's all." He assured, as Rhys looked away and leaned against the opposite counter. Sniffles kept the air from being silent.

"I don't like my body," Rhys finally whimpered, shaking his head. Jack just watched him cry afterwards, stepping forward finally after formulating what he needed to do. He put his hand on Rhys' cheek, wiping away the tears before pulling him into a tight hug. He wasn't sure if this was working, but Rhys seemed to not be hating it, so he just went with it. "How about we just lay down for a bit?" Jack offered, and the younger man slowly nodded into his chest. He led him back into the bedroom, letting Rhys crawl on first before he laid down himself.

He pulled Rhys up onto his chest, keeping his head between his pecs. Both of them stayed silent, Jack surprisingly being extremely gentle with his movements. He ran his fingers through Rhys' hair, the calming movements causing him to slowly lull off. He just listened to the steady thud in the older man's chest, dozing as Jack just pet his hair back. Suddenly, he was pulled up into a more sitting position, causing him to whine. "I know, baby." Jack shushed, leaning down and kissing the top of his head. Rhys just closed his eyes again, wishing that his problems would all just go away. 

"We'll go through this together." Jack promised, silent as Rhys looked up at him with a dazed expression. He just looked away, and Jack sighed. "I've always liked you Rhysie, doesn't matter what you look like." Jack promised, causing Rhys to break down again. Shit.

He continued to hold Rhys until he rode out the sobbing, mind blank as Rhys got up and began to leave the room. Jack followed, asking where he was going.

"Home." Rhys sighed, reaching to grab his nonexistent arm before realizing it wasn't there. He groaned, frustrated suddenly as he grabbed his socks and put his shoes on. Jack simply let him go, deciding that he was also needing a break from all the emotion going on. He opened the door for Rhys, and he walked out.

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Rhys nearly slammed the door behind him, collapsing against it and sobbing. He curled up, gripping the front of his legs. He stayed there for a good minute before composing himself, figuring he shouldn't disturb Vaughn while he was sleeping. Jack had said he liked him, not just for his body, but why was he feeling like this still? He chalked it up to being so emotionally pent up. He hadn't let himself cry like that for nearly a year. He really didn't have someone to be open with; Vaughn, maybe, but they really didn't talk about feelings anymore.

He stood slowly, deciding he needed some cold water. When he was in the kitchen, he grabbed a glass and just ran the tap into it. He downed it, drinking a total of three cups before being satisfied. He walked back to his room, knowing the apartment well enough to navigate it in near darkness. After closing the door behind him and turning the light on, he just stood there. His room was a mess. There were clothes and trash all on the floor, and his desk was covered in metal scraps and other little things he'd been tinkering with. It was representative of how he felt, he thought. Messy.

He opened his closet, digging through the piles of clothes at the bottom to find his arm. He pulled out a clunky gray prosthetic, squinting at it. He had made it when he was sixteen, having no idea why he hung onto it still. Maybe it was to keep working on it? He wasn't sure, but it would work for now. He hooked it onto his socket after untying his sleeve, cringing when it hissed to life. He wiggled his fingers as a test, noticing that the pinky was missing. He could live with it for a few weeks, he guessed. 

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It was half-past nine and Rhys had still not brought Jack his coffee, and the older man honestly expected it. It still frustrated him to no end, though, having to work with no caffeine running through his system. He lazily typed away at some report that was passed due, before getting a small idea. Maybe getting Rhys a gift would help make him feel better. He knew that buying stuff for himself always worked.

He walked right past Rhys as he left his office, making an unannounced visit to the prosthetics wing. Hyperion made everything– literally. They had food to guns to baby needs. Everything.

He entered the facility, greeted by blank walls that were covered in blueprints. An older man stood over a familiar blue color; nearly the same shade as Rhys' tattoo. He grinned. The older man looked up, jumping when he saw the Handsome Jack. "Sir?" He stammered, and Jack crossed his arms. "How long until that thing is usable?" He cocked his head, and the man cleared his throat. "It should be by the end of the week," 

"Perfect. Have someone bring it to my office tomorrow."

"Sir, I said–"

"Tomorrow."

Jack's demeanor changed in a split second, and the man immediately nodded his head with a "yes sir". Jack turned on his heels, grinning to himself. He walked through the halls, cocky. Everyone either stared in awe or absolutely steered clear of him while he got back to his office. 

When he approached his office, Rhys was missing. He stopped at the younger man's desk, looking at the scattered papers and open laptop. He looked around, before turning the computer towards himself. He looked over the messages on screen, which were just emails. He grumbled, wanting to dig. He went to his search engine, checking his history. He found absolutely nothing, and groaned in frustration. He closed the tab, putting it back to where it was before going back to his desk.

Rhys came back after a few minutes, having been on a break. He got back to work doing absolutely nothing, pulling up a random browser game and messing around with that. He struggled with the keyboard since he was missing a finger, but he was still able to distract himself thoroughly. His phone buzzed in his pocket, praying it wasn't Jack. Pulling it out, he tapped the message bubble and seeing who it was. 

It was Jack.

'u should come in'

'I think I'm good.'

'why?? i dont want to talk. just hang'

'How do you "hang" without talking.'

'u sitting in my lap while i work'

Rhys sighed shakily. He definitely felt bad for avoiding Jack, and he did like the man, but he felt it would be awkward. He could always leave if it was, though. He pushed himself off his feet, putting his phone back in his pocket and sulking into Jack's office.

The older man looked up, simply scooting out his chair as Rhys climbed into his lap. He rested his head on his shoulder, wrapping his arms around Jack, almost like a hug. Jack just scooted back in slightly and continued to type at some message group on a meeting plan. Rhys felt relaxed, oddly, Jack's cold body bringing comfort as he was dozing off. He fell asleep in the man's lap, the day's stress leaving his body.

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The next morning was fairly normal. Rhys brought in his coffee, kissed him, and left. He was definitely feeling better, but something was off about the younger man. He was quieter than usual, no "good morning sir" as he walked into the office. It made something in Jack's brain stir, feeling that weirdness sit with him. That was until a bot from robotics came with a box.

Rhys watched the tall bot deliver the oblong box to Jack's office, thoroughly confused. What could Jack possibly be getting, especially in the middle of the day. Mail usually came in the morning, and was delivered by a person, not a droid. He didn't turn around to stare, though, continuing to work until Jack messaged him.

'come in here'

'Okay.'

He quickly replied, standing and getting to Jack's office in the usual short amount of time. Maybe he needed help with a decoration that was in that box? He was curious as to what it was.

"Rhysie baby! Close your eyes, I got you something." Jack grinned, cutting open the box with a pocket knife. He set it at the front of his desk.

"What is it?" Rhys cocked his head, before closing his eyes. He heard the shuffle of the box opening, and newspaper crumpling. "You can open them now." Jack purred, Rhys doing as told. He looked down, gasping. No way.

A new arm.

Rhys didn't know how to feel. He was very grateful, yes, but it felt like Jack was making up for something. The other day, he thought. He wasn't going to be so easy to bribe, but man , his arm was gonna cost a lot to fix, and he didn't have to pay for this one. He smiled, looking up at Jack and pulling him in for a kiss. They stayed there for a minute before it got made into a makeout session, Rhys pulling away with a pant.

"I love it, thank you." Rhys hummed, pressing another kiss to Jack's lips. Jack pulled away first, giddy to see how it would look on him. "Give it a whirl princess. It's not just for lookin' at." He chuckled, as Rhys paused.

"I can't exactly get my arm off without–"

"Without what pumpkin?"

"I'd have to take my shirt off first,"

Oh . Jack was not complaining about that. He grinned, sitting back down in his cushy chair. "Well? I'm waiting." He gestured while talking, crossing his arms and kicking his feet up. Rhys went red. "I can't exactly get undressed when your room is mostly made of frickin' windows!" He huffed, and Jack had a solution. He pulled out a remote, pressing it, and the glass fogged. Rhys turned around, staring at it questionably. "How–"

"It just works princess. Get to it."

Rhys swallowed thickly, and nodded shyly. He shucked his jacket off, setting it on the chair across from Jack. He took his tie off and placed it down too, before slowly unbuttoning his shirt. Jack was staring with a smug look on his face.

"Um…" Rhys stammered, "Can I…?"

"Nah. You're too cute not to watch." Jack interrupted, causing Rhys to blush harder. He continued to undo his shirt, nervously setting it down next to the rest of his clothing. He unhooked his arm, putting it down and picking up the new one. He lined it up, and let it attach. It didn't hiss, instead it made a small 'click' and lit up at the elbows and hand. Rhys slowly lifted the cold digits, wiggling them and watching his fingers move slowly. He went starry eyed, laughing as he ran around the desk and nearly tackled Jack into a hug. Jack just let it happen, hugging him back. Then, they started kissing. It slowly escalated, Rhys sitting in Jack's lap and all. Jack placed his hands over the younger man's hips, squeezing.

"Jack…" Rhys sighed, as the older man kissed down his neck to the marks from last night. He closed his eyes and tipped his head back, running his hands up to Jack's hair and tugging on it slightly. He jumped when Jack bit a bruise, gripping his scalp as Jack licked over his neck and nipped at the purplish skin.

Rhys could feel his blood pool in his lower stomach, dick stirring in his boxers. Jack pulled away, looking down at the small tent in Rhys' slacks. He smirked, leaning into the younger man's neck with an open neck. "You get excited easily, baby." He whispered, biting down softly in the crook of his neck. Rhys whined, as Jack tucked his thumbs into the side of his PA's pants. He pushed them down slightly, and then Rhys stood. He pushed them down before fussing with Jack's, taking his down to his ankles. Jack leaned back, looking Rhys up and down. He licked his lips, before patting his thighs. "C'mon baby. Daddy's waiting ." He crooned, causing Rhys to shudder. God, it took everything in him to not call him that the night before last. He sat down in his lap, putting his hands on the older man's chest. Jack messed with Rhys' left nipple piercing, pinching and rolling it between his pointer and thumb. Rhys bit his lip, pouting at Jack.

"C'mon kitten, don't look at me like that." Jack sighed, pulling the younger man down into a slow and passionate kiss. Rhys grinded down on him while they did so, both men making small noises against each other's lips. Rhys pulled away, deciding to turn the tables for now. He kissed down Jack's cheek, to his neck, where he stayed. The older man heated up, swallowing with a bob of his adam's apple. Rhys licked a spot he had been kissing, and Jack shivered. "Don't leave a single mark Rhysie. I have a meeting in an hour." Jack huffed, as Rhys nibbled on his skin. Jack groaned when the younger man got to the crook of his neck, and Rhys abused that spot with a barrage of kisses. He felt the CEO's dick twitch against his, causing him to grin. "Rhys…" Jack hissed, digging his nails into his PA's hips. Rhys pulled away, kissing Jack delicately before Jack grabbed his face, nails digging into his cheek. The younger man shot him a questioning look, before Jack brought two fingers to his mouth. Jack didn't even have to tell him what to do, he immediately wrapped his lips and sucked.

"Damn kid, really like suckin' or something?" The older man joked, pulling his fingers away and leading them down to Rhys' ass. He pressed one in before the younger man. "I… really do." He mumbled, and Jack raised his eyebrows. "Mmm, baby, daddy loves that." Jack cood into Rhys' ear, sliding another finger into him and scissoring him lazily. Rhys rocked back onto them, sighing contently. He reached down and pet the tip of Jack's dick, rubbing his thumb around the slit while he was fingered. Jack eventually pulled away, leaning in to kiss the younger man's neck. He sucked a hickey into where there wasn't one, and Rhys lined up his hips. He rolled down onto Jack's dick, causing him to whine while Jack grunted lowly. Rhys slowly bounced his hips, biting his lip and closing his eyes. He was a bit awkward with this, having never ridden anyone, but Jack helped by grabbing his hips tightly and moving up with him.

Jack suddenly pulled Rhys off his dick after a minute, tugging his hair back and dragging his teeth over his PA's neck. Rhys moaned softly, before he was pushed up onto the desk, causing him to yelp. "What–"

"Daddy's turn."

Jack purred, and Rhys realized what was happening; Jack was about to fuck his brains out. He spread his legs out to beckon him in, and Jack pounced on him. Papers scattered, and neither of them seemed to care in the slightest. Jack set a brutal pace; Hard enough to nearly rock his desk and fast enough to have Rhys seeing stars. It wasn't long until the younger man was shooting thick ropes of white against his chest, and Jack was close behind.

"Oh fuck yes, daddy !"

Rhys screamed, and Jack could have cum from hearing that. He snapped his hips forward a few more times before cumming in Rhys, pulling out quickly he was done and hiking his pants back up. Rhys whined, standing with a paper sticking to his ass. He peeled it off with a grimace, tossing it to the side while Jack fixed his outfit.

"Why don't you stay?" Rhys complained, wanting Jack's undivided attention now that he was bathing in the afterglow. "I've got a meeting cupcake." Jack reminded, pressing a kiss to Rhys' temple before simply walking out. Rhys was alone, naked, and cold.