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"Shed? Shed. Shed, wake up! It's morning!"
Shedletsky shoots up out of bed, rubbing his eyes. He looks up at Builderman, who seems a little too stressed out than he should be.
"Whuh?"
"Hon. We slept in."
"Really?" Shedletsky questions his boyfriend again, still not fully awake.
Yes! It's seven in the morning!"
"Builds, it's alright, we got like, five hours..." Shedletsky says with an almost drunken tone, not having fully processed what Builderman had said yet.
No the fuck we don't!" Builderman shouts. "We have two! Less than, actually!"
Shedletsky isn't all too happy about this. Did he forget to set the alarm? Is Builderman messing with him? No, he doesn't think he's ever seen him panic like this, and he's seen him panic before. Builderman used to get pretty anxious around him when he was Telamon.
Builderman rushes out of the room, tugging at his hair. Shedletsky immediately notices that Builderman had left his hard-hat behind and takes it.
His precious Builderman. His first kiss. His lover. The Robloxian he's loved ever since he was Telamon.
He often wonders how Builderman feels dating a God, it's not very often regular Robloxians get to go around giving Gods and Goddesses their queer awakenings. Actually, he might've been the first case of that.
Damn, how long has it been?
Nevermind that noise. Shedletsky just stares at the hard-hat, his gaze strangely locked on it. He has no clue why.
He hears Buildermans footsteps getting closer as he decides to put the hard-hat on.
Builderman eventually re-enters the room, fully dressed for work. "Shed, have you seen my- Oh. Oh my god." He says with a sigh.
"Oh. Oh, your me."
Builderman walks up to Shedletsky, a disturbingly serious look on his face. Shedletsky smirks at Builderman, partially hoping it'll make him want to calm down... And partially because he hasn't gotten a good morning kiss and wants one. How sad.
When the CEO makes it close enough, Shedletsky pushes forward and gives him a quick peck before letting him take the hat off.
"Good morning, Buildsy." The swordsman says with a wink.
"Yeah." The builder says, grinning slightly as well. "Good morning."
Well, that was a little upsetting. Builderman must be really pissed off and stressed out.
Eh, maybe he should let Builderman do his thing for a little bit, Shedletsky's got stuff to do as well before leaving.
...
Shedletsky had just finished brushing his teeth before seeing Builderman enter the bedroom once again holding a toolbox, seemingly done with whatever else he was doing a second ago.
Shedletsky timidly walks toward the door, not fully closed, but left ajar. He was about to go in and start teasing his lover now that it was a little more appropriate to do.
He watches him through the unnoticed crack in the door, almost captivated by every movement he makes. He's not even doing anything to Shedletsky, but the thought bubbles to the surface and makes Shedletsky yearn for something.
The bedroom door creaks open, Builderman standing in front of some lamp that looked a bit damaged, tools in his rough hands.
"Heeyyyy, Builderman~" Shedletsky flirts, leaning on the doorway.
A weird lump seems to form in Buildermans throat for some mysterious reason. He swallows it before turning his head toward the other man to reply.
"Hey, John."
"Oh, it's 'John' today, huh?" Shedletsky says, beginning to creep towards builderman with a smirk and his arms crossed. "No pet names or anything? Just John? Y'know that makes me sad, Builds."
"I know you. And I know that doesn't make you sad." Builderman counters, facing away again and trying not to let his voice crack.
"Mhm?" Shedletsky says, coming to a halt right behind the construction worker.
"Wanna tell me what you're trying to do right now? I'm trying to fix something." Builderman says, half disappointed at his own words.
"I dunno..." Shedletsky begins with a whisper, running his hands from Buildermans sides up onto both of Buildermans shoulders while the other man works away at the lamp, feeling him shiver. "I'm feeling, uhh... A little extra flirtatious this morning."
Shedletsky finishes, squeezing Buildermans shoulders as he speaks. This emits a weak whimper out of him, quiet yet very much noticed by Shedletsky. This causes him to drop his tools without even thinking about it. Shedletskys eyes widen, almost letting out a laugh, but he covers it up. He kind of wants to hear that again, and he'll do what it takes to get that.
"Hm... Is that new, hon?" The swordsman teases.
Builderman laughs nervously, turning around fully to face Shedletsky, his hands falling back down to his sides.
"Hah. Maybe." He says back as he realized he sort of liked that feeling... But didn't want to admit it.
Shedletsky moves his hands to Buildermans shoulders once again, and this time, squeezes him a little harder, making Builderman shiver and slightly jolt toward Shedletsky with another whine. This makes the both of them go insanely hot in the face. This was definitely new. The two of them have no clue what's going on, because there's definitely been instances where Shedletsky has squeezed him while flirting and not drawn any noises out.
Maybe Builderman and Shedletsky are feeling the same way.
...Whatever that feeling is.
"Ya like that, huh?" Shedletsky teases.
"Ehh... Possibly." Builderman attempts, but the memory of the noises he just let out betray him, his voice trembling.
Shedletsky hums curiously. He's trying to read into Buildermans facial expression, but he can't really focus because of... Well. His facial expression.
"Shed, I'm trying to fix-"
"Nah, I know, I know..."
Builderman rolls his eyes and turns to face back to the lamp, trying to pick up his tools again.
Shedletsky creeps up next to him and moves the tools away, leaving Builderman looking almost appalled.
"Builds, c'mon, you can fix that later. Besides, it's probably just a burnt out lightbulb or a broken cord or something."
"Shed, look. It's bent weirdly somehow. I dunno how that happened."
...
"Shed. You're not looking at me."
"Sorry, I guess I just don't know my own strength sometimes. Seems like you don't either."
"Whatever. Just... Gimme the tools."
"Come and get 'em."
Builderman keeps insisting, frustrated as he tries to take them back.
It seems as if Shedletskys number-one goal is just to bug Builderman. It's like he's got his mind set hard on it; even if it's only the tiniest inconvenience and Builderman could, indeed, just fix it later.
Hey, why does he want to fix it so bad right now? He should probably just-
No. No, he needs to get this done now, because he'll probably come home swamped in paperwork and ban appeals or something and Shedletsky will continue to try and distract him.
He's so unserious. Builderman loves that about him, though, he can't lie.
"Builds, c'mon, it's not that hard." Shedletsky says with a giggle.
"Hon, I gotta fix that-"
"I got it! I got it..." Shedletsky says with no intention of giving the tools back.
"Dude."
"Uh-huh."
Somewhere along the line of Builderman trying his best to get the tools away and Shedletsky refusing to give them back, they've moved a little farther from the lamp, Buildermans back facing the bed.
"Shed, come on!"
"Sorry Buildsy." Shedletsky says, placing them down on a nearby table before holding Builderman by his waist, halting any chance of him moving to grab anything.
"You look pretty." Shedletsky says with love ridden eyes.
"No way in the banlands."
"Yes way."
"No."
"You're always pretty, my builder."
Shedletsky notices a hint of blush on Buildermans face, almost inviting him to do something. So he does.
Shedletsky grips his waist a little tighter, causing Builderman to lose balance and fall back onto the bed, sitting up. He seems to be losing focus, and it's all Shedletskys doing.
Shedletsky bends down to meet Buildermans gaze, loving, careful, timid, surprised, and admiring.
"Uh... Sorry." Builderman says, voice shaking. He clears his throat before speaking again.
"I dunno what's up with me this morning."
"It's alright, Builds. I love it."
"I don't do everything for you, y'know."
"Than who else made you whine earlier? I'm boutta fight him."
Builderman chuckles before speaking again, his voice once again starting to shake.
"Yeah, yeah. Whatever."
Shedletsky decides to do something that might help Builderman calm down from being late a little more. So, he moves onto the bed, sitting almost in Buildermans lap, sitting on his knees that are seperated around Buildermans legs. He holds Builderman by his cheeks, feeling how hot his face is getting.
"Hey." He whispers into Buildermans ear, making him shiver.
"Hey." Builderman replies, placing his hands behind him to hold himself up rather than letting himself flop backwards onto the bed.
Shedletsky gives him a quick kiss, making Builderman mumble something Shedletsky couldn't pick up.
"Whatchya say?"
"You should kiss me again."
Shedletsky shrugs before he gives Builderman a few more kisses, planting them all over his face, always eventually coming back to his lips.
"You like me, don't you?" Builderman says, teasing Shedletsky, who seems a little too lost in the kissing to respond. He almost seems a little frenzied.
Buildermans almost started giggling, the kisses beginning to tingle before Shedletsky starts kissing a little faster, causing Buildermans hands to subconsciously grip onto the blanket tightly.
Shedletsky eventually fully realizes what he's doing now, and pulls away, leaving Builderman feeling a little empty. He leans in again, but this time, a little lower down.
Shedletsky places quick kisses all over Buildermans neck, causing Builderman to grumble and whimper and shake a few more times.
"Shed..." Builderman whispers, voice barely audible to Shedletsky.
"Yes, love?" Shedletsky says, matching Buildermans tone and volume before he leans back in to continue kissing at Buildermans neck.
Builderman trips over his own words as he tries to speak, but he can't seem to get any more words out right.
Shedletsky suddenly pushes forward just a little bit, but it seems to let Builderman topple over, his arms slipping from behind his back to his sides. Shedletsky follows, hands still in the same old places.
Despite the sudden position change, they're staying a similar way, Shedletsky attacking Buildermans neck with Builderman just lying there. Shedletsky hasn't ever seen Builderman submit so fast, it almost breaks him out of his daze.
"Ha... Sh-Shed."
"What are you trying to say so bad? Sorry for shutting you up." Shedletsky says before Builderman answers his question.
Huh... Hard... Harder..."
That makes Shedletsky freeze just for a second, halting the kissing, and temporarily leaves Builderman wondering if he said the wrong thing.
"S...Sorry." Builderman begins to say, breathing shaky. He opens his mouth to speak again before Shedletsky leans back, whispering a short 'okay' before attacking Buildermans neck once again.
Harder.
Much harder than before.
Shedletsky is almost entering a trance, doing his best to please Builderman. Either his intentions of relieving Buildermans stress are over, or his stress is being replaced by a better version.
But every noise Builderman makes while underneath him makes it all the better. Pushes him to keep going until Builderman tells him to stop.
Shedletsky is starting to leave bruises all over Buildermans neck, the two of them completely forgetting how such a thing will affect them today at work.
Builderman lets out a harsh moan when Shedletsky attacks a weirdly sensitive spot on his neck before he runs his hands up to clench Shedletsky by his head, forcing him to stay closer, gripping into his hair. At this, Shedletsky makes an almost identical noise, making both of their stomachs sink. Their hearts are pounding, their breaths are heavy and shaking, the passion they have to continue this is almost explosive, brighter and bigger than any firework.
Builderman eventually gets Shedletsky to lay off, though he sees a little bit of disappointment covering Shedletskys face. Even then, Shedletsky leans back to get off the bed before Builderman grabs him by the arm, pushes him down back onto the bed, and hovers over him.
Shedletsky tries to hide how flustered he is, but Builderman can always see through his facade. Builderman lays himself down on Shedletsky, the sudden pressure on Shedletskys body making him whine.
Builderman moves his hands up to cup Shedletskys face, tilting it slightly as if examining an artifact worth billions. And, to him, Shedletsky is worth the whole world.
Shedletsky smiles, face hot, breath heavy, lips wet, and hair a mess.
The two lock eyes before Builderman moves his hands to Shedletskys wrists, holding them in place, not giving Shedletsky any chance of taking control back again.
It's Buildermans turn.
And Shedletsky, who's usually defensive and powerful, is giving in. He doesn't squirm. He only shivers, letting Buildermans name roll off of his tongue as Builderman grips onto his wrists harder.
Builderman loved that. It's happened before, but he still loves hearing it.
Builderman gives a daring smile to Shedletsky before pushing down fairly quickly, smooshing his lips with Shedletskys almost aggressively.
It wasn't long afterwards that Builderman licked on Shedletskys bottom lip, which let Shedletsky open his mouth wide immediately, and tying his tongue around Buildermans very fast.
The two could consider it a battle with how aggressive and quick everything was.
This was probably the last thing either of them expected to happen less than two hours before they had to leave for work, but whatever. This is more important than the company.
Wait... Work. The company.
...
Nevermind, that'll wait.
The two squeeze their eyes shut tightly as if to focus on their movements, almost like they're trying to predict a next move during a fight. Buildermans hands leave Shedletskys free, moving down to his cheeks instead. Despite this change, Shedletsky doesn't move his hands an inch.
But really, the pace of their tongues moving together in a messy yet beautiful sort of harmony feels like a little battle, so it all fits.
Eventually their heavy breaths come to a halt, leaving the two not breathing. Suffocation seems like paradise when it's your lovers doing.
Shedletsky reaches his hands to the center of Buildermans back and punches at it desperately. Builderman thinks, hey, maybe this is a new thing Shedletskys trying out.
Shit, it actually doesn't feel that bad.
But as Shedletsky keeps going, clawing at his back, Builderman realizes the situation himself and tugs backwards gently. They break apart, the string of saliva temporarily connecting them before breaking and falling onto Shedletskys face, the two gasping for air.
They both lick their lips, trying to see if they can savour the taste of the other.
Timidly, Builderman peeks up at a clock in their room.
One hour left.
...
Who cares.
Builderman makes careful eye contact with Shedletsky and leans in once more, but instead of locking his lips with Shedletskys, he begins to decorate Shedletskys neck with his own rough kisses, turning the tables beautifully, a perfect mix of pain and paradise.
Shedletsky moves his hands to Buildermans own neck, rubbing circles with his thumbs gently as if to comfort him.
As Builderman kisses his neck aggressively, almost as if searching for some payback, Shedletsky shivers with every touch. Whether light or hard, Buildermans movements tingle at his body, leaving him defenseless, but he doesn't mind.
Neither of them are completely self aware right now. The only thing they know is happening is with the other; forgetting that its the CEO of Roblox and an actual deity possibly being late to the office.
Shedletsky writhes against Builderman, whispering and desperately begging for Builderman to keep going, as if this moment could last forever. The two groan harshly, almost in unison.
Builderman, indeed, has not much intention of stopping anytime soon.
But as the clock ticks down, the two having no idea how much time is passing, the closer they get to being late.
Late and covered in hickeys.
Late with messed up Clothes and hair.
Late with boiling faces and sore throats.
Late with suspiciously wet lips.
Late.
But, the more noises Shedletsky lets out, the longer Builderman plans to stay right there.
Shedletsky moves his hands to Buildermans hips and squeezes them tightly, attempting to mimick the noises from earlier, which ends up working, Buildermans kissing coming to a halt. His vision blurred, eyes half-lidded, mouth unable to move other than his heavy breathing.
"Payback."
Shedletsky whispers, before leaning up slightly to give Builderman a quick peck.
Buildermans finding it hard to hold back now, so when he finally catches his breath enough, he leans down, eyes closed, close to Shedletskys face. Shedletsky closes his own eyes, leaning back down, almost giving himself to Builderman entirely like a gift.
Builderman timidly leans down before he carefully licks Shedletskys lip, making Shedletsky shiver before he decides to grab Builderman by his neck, pushing him to make their lips crash before almost immediately slipping his tongue into Buildermans mouth. They stay this way for a while, blissfully unaware of how long it's even been.
Just to think, over thirty minutes ago, Builderman was stressing over some stupid tools.
Wait.
Over thirty minutes ago?
Builderman, suddenly becoming self aware again, gasps into Shedletskys mouth, halting all movement of his own tongue... Although he doesn't stop Shedletsky at all. The painful yet beautiful pit in his stomach is pressuring him to stay where he is, so he does. He relaxes, letting Shedletsky do the exploring instead, giving him control again despite the builder being the one on top of him this time.
He takes a few minutes in this position to think hard about whether or not he should let Shedletsky keep going. I mean, he loves it. Shedletsky being this way is his favourite feeling.
But there's also the fact that they have to be at HQ in less than an hour.
Eventually, Shedletskys movements slow down, before he pushes Builderman away slightly in a quick, harsh motion, separating their mouths.
"Builds..." He begins with a whisper, breath heavy. "How... How long was..."
"Not sure." Builderman answers breathily.
"Uhh... Okay. Okay then. Maybe we should, uhhh..."
"Yeah."
Builderman sits up and then backwards, leaving Shedletsky free to stand. Shedletsky sits up and swings over to stand up. For some mysterious reason he almost falls over.
Shedletsky laughs at his own expense before offering a hand to Builderman, who takes it and stands up with him.
Shedletsky gives Builderman a gentle kiss on the cheek before walking away.
"Love ya, Buildsy." He says with a wink before exiting the room to get his things in order.
Builderman doesn't follow suit right away. He kind of just stands there, staring at his tools, wondering whether he should continue with the lamp at the moment.
Well, they have to leave in about an hour. It can probably wait...
Builderman carefully leaves the room to begin and get his things in order, finally full out of that daze.
He wishes he woke up earlier-
For a multitude of reasons.