Saturday
It was just another Saturday morning, not any of those mornings where you spring out of bed and rush down the cold steps and plop right down in front of the tv with a bowl of your favorite sugary good and a good cartoon. No, Izzy was twenty-four and his life, granted, had grown beyond those silly little infatuations.
Though sitting in an office room at eight-forty-five in the morning was not really what he wanted to be doing. He would have much preferred a Saturday morning cartoon and a bowl of Lucky-Charms than another four hour meeting. He couldn’t help thinking about how dry it would be, the way the head of the board would probably drone on in that slow rumbling engine like voice of his…
He already knew he was going to jump on Izzy’s ass; he was falling behind schedule, not like it was the first time. But this time it wasn’t Izzy’s fault, it was---
Madison walked it, eyes half open ready to close any moment. He leaned back and forth in a slow walk into the room. He leaned over so far that it seemed like the leaning tower of Piazza for a moment before toppled over he reached for the chair to catch his balance and sank into the seat, head resting back, enjoying the comfort of the rather nice office chairs. He let out a heavy breath, almost seeming to ignore Izzy’s presence all together for the moment.
Speak of the devil, Izzy thought.
“Buongiorno…” he uttered as if English was all that more harder to say Good Morning.
Izzy didn’t look at him, he rolled his eyes away inhaling almost all the air in the room, holding it in and looking away almost resentfully. He sat drumming his fingers after a moment on the tabletop glancing at the clock still had almost ten and half minutes to go before the meeting started. More than likely everyone would file in last minute, and Izzy thought irritably that he should have thought of that, and then he wouldn’t be stuck in a room with this-
“I said I was ‘Sorry’ Iz.” Madison’s voice was thick almost too exhausted to care, as he pried an eye open glancing over at Izzy.
“Sorry, isn’t going to save me-Or you from this meeting.” Izzy replied back bitterly, “Sides-they like you.”
He left it at that note, folding his arms and sitting back, almost sinking in the seat; it was hard to tell since the seat almost made Izzy look smaller, and frail, instead of important and intimidating-or serious for that matter. Madison sighed, as if they had gone over this for the thousandth time, probably feeling like he was stuck in a traffic jam when all he wanted to do was rush by the accident. He watched absently as Izzy pouted, like he always did. He could always explain that he filled out the accident forum, had informed very heavily in fact that it was his fault.
But Izzy wouldn’t have it, he was bitter, and stubborn, and maybe had some right to stay rather angry, after all they would chew on him for a while and probably make him an example for everybody. Madison would probably get a slap on the wrist; after all he had been here longer than the redhead. They may not have liked him like Izzy was saying, but he did have more… respect.
Apart of Izzy didn’t want to be so silly about the whole thing, he could easily take it like a man and move on. But it was just work, something about the job, and the people that got under his skin. Not to say that Madison didn’t get under his skin, it was different, the uh, circumstances were different. But it was like his life here seemed centered on crushing the only thing that made him… Human in some ways. And Madison liked to remind him that that was life, that’s how it worked in this kind of business, that he had to tough it up take the shit, and keep going. He was right of course, like in most cases, it was just Izzy had too much an ego. And he knew it.
He swallowed trying to figure if he should bother saying anything more, or just wait till after the meeting, though he could easily picture that he wouldn’t be in an favorable mood after the meeting . . .
He turned to Madison opening his mouth, but froze, frowning. The chair was empty… as if he had just, vanished. He looked to the door, trying to see any sign that the man had left. And then he felt something crawl up his leg, and he went stiff immediately, eyes sizing to dimes, air caught in his lungs.
He didn’t want to confirm it, wanted to pretend he hadn’t felt anything, had imagined it. He didn’t want to arrive to the conclusion that Madison was under the table-doing God knows what!
Izzy pulled back in the seat, though the wheels stopped dead, barely an inch before he could pull away from the table. He had enough room to see that grinning face of Madison’s though, right between his legs.
“Madison---“
“Izzy do you know what releases endorphins?”
He frowned momentarily distracted by the question, sighing,
“Can we talk about this with you in your seat?” he asked as nicely as his voice would allow. His eyes darting to the door, the windows to see if anyone were coming. He felt a pinch and jumped, “OW-“
He stared down into those devious brown eyes, frowning, and finally felt that he had no choice but to play along. He thought about his answer for a moment.
“… They’re produced through the pituitary gland during exercise, excitement, pain, consumption of spicy food, and love. Hell, even pregnancy.”
“And orgasm.” Madison added.
Izzy took a moment to register, and nodded, stopping in mid nod as a cold shiver ran down his back, his eyes snapped back down the other under the table. His stomach knotted, seeing how those eyes lit up upon his realization. He jumped to get out of his seat, but if felt like his feet where nailed, and no matter how hard he tried to pry himself from the seat, the man had a grip on his lower half that was probably no means of breaking.
“Madison-No-No, no, NO. Listen to me! Don’t do this!” he snapped, the panic running high his voice. His hands were under the table fighting trying holding back Madison’s head, and pulling at his hands.
“We have-six minutes before the meeting!” Izzy hissed looking up at the clock as if pleading for it to suddenly come to life and save him.
“Five,” Madison corrected calmly, almost amused, Izzy could feel his thumb stroking his inner thigh.
That was right, everyone was always a minute in before the meeting started, his heart died in his chest at the thought of anyone walking in.
“All the more reason NOT to do this!”
“I like a challenge.”
And that was all that was said as a warm sensation suddenly hit Izzy like a train speeding down the tracks. He was in state of shock gasping as if cold water had been thrown on him, wondering when Madison had undone his belt and unzipped his pants… He couldn’t recall because everything felt so frazzled, half pieced, and rushed. He felt like there was a mental clock ticking in his head, and screaming that some one was going to catch them.
“Ma-ah-ison, don’t-DON'T do this!” he struggled feeling a whimper throttle inside his throat as he clenched at the auburn hair trying to pace his breath.
“I’m dressed-nicely, you’re-you’re going to make a mess!” Izzy desperately tried to convince feeling his legs quiver, he tried to close them tried to kick, but the man was pressed between, Madison’s hand were very firm over his thighs if he tried to lift them they were immediately weighed down. It was like trying to fight a bloody car jack!
“Tehcolordon-esntsutyuu” came the jumbled mumble from under the table.
A half notion passed through his mind, wanting to chide him, didn’t your mother ever teach you not to speak with your mouth full? But the rush of those words was like a vibration quivering at the edge of his breath as he sat rather straight closing his eyes trying to fight it.
“Madison, I swear to God…”
“I don’t think you should be swearing at him.” Madison said blandly, taking a breath, a momentary break.
Izzy opened his eyes trying to catch a glimpse of him, but he felt dizzy, hot, and everything was like a washed out blur. “I’m…going to bloody murder you…” he panted clenching a fist full of Madison’s hair.
The threat seemed to go unnoticed almost like he could feel a smile against his-- Izzy was jumping again, the familiar sensation ten times strong washing up through him. He swore, a string of curses trembling in the chair before leaning over gritting his teeth and fighting for breathe.
“I’m going…. Going… to …kill you…” he repeated, panting, brow furrowing as he choked, felt his stomach kick unable to hold back the moan.
“That’s it, don’t fight it Iz… “ He thought he heard, “We have two minutes hmm?”
And everything suddenly felt faster like some one shaking up a soda. He felt the vigorous motion but it couldn’t register quiet clearly. One arm had come up over the desk pillowing his forehead as he clawed at the desk surface, breath hitching and speeding up. The endorphins were released that was for sure; he felt the high coursing through is veins splashing color on his cheeks. He couldn’t breath, and everything felt brighter, heavier, spinning meshing like one large washed out painting.
His mouth was dry, and his heart hammering, as he eased his eyes shut.
“I’m-I’m sorry, “ he spat out, “It wasn’t your fault…!”
He wasn’t sure why he had said it, but in some reality it probably hadn’t been Madison’s fault. The fire wouldn’t have spread so badly if the place was just a little more cleaned up. He should have made all those necessary checks, and things before he even…
It was a dismissed thought, it didn’t matter, he was flooded with a sort of mixed emotions and everything felt like it was fading fast, knotting up in to one huge fiery balloon. He wasn’t sure if he was saying anything-least anything that made coherent sense. It might have been jumbled sentences, random words or sounds choking and whimpering out of his lips. He was half aware of this, and felt silly, stupid, and quiet embarrassed but it was like his heart truly had a hold of him, and was saying probably what was honestly what he felt around Madison.
And just as it had felt like the fastest moments in his exhilarating moment it suddenly felt like the slowest two minutes of his entire life! Just one slow moment, were time almost felt like it stopped, like he had died, and then in one rush was instantly revived, a sudden quick inhale taking him.
And then it happened, in one tingling shivering moment, he knew instantly, lurching forward as the fiery heat shot through him. “Madison--!” he cried, attempting to warn him and shuttering before falling against the table, everything going black…
The next thing he knew people were filing in, and he felt a hand sort of rub over his back. He pulled his head up, feeling the last of the dizzying effects still in him. So he had to take a moment to focus as it flushed, he pried his eyes open again. Madison was smiling dabbing at his lips with a tissue, glancing from him to the others filing in. Izzy sat up, some what confused-only a moment ago he was being strangled in an exploding orgasm, and what seemed like hours, was only seconds ... He tried to puzzle it together from the beginning to now sitting up and trying to recompose himself.
No one gave any hint of knowing, and yet it almost felt like a foreign dream… His head was buzzing with the facts, the events, and the emotions. He was still trying to get it together, but all he could feel was the slow pound of his heart. And even as the head director walked in, addressed himself and greeted them, he felt his attention slip from him over to Madison.
It didn’t matter anymore what was going to be said, his mind couldn’t possibly focus on it. It was almost erased completely-least till the endorphins wore off. He had wondered if that was an amazingly thought out plan by Madison… Or was it another plan to make him fall ever so more in love with him. Because that’s what he felt, heavy with a chest full of pumping love. He reached under the table, fumbling and finding Madison’s hand resting on the armchair. He grasped it, almost smiling as Madison half glanced and him, and Izzy mouthed, “I owe you”
Which was just another way of saying, “I love you” because no one could hear it, and tell directly, before he narrowed his eyes and turned away, ready for anything that was going to be thrown at him.