Naughty ish bits and quite a few profanities. 

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Scott huffed out a sigh as he headed down the corridor towards his office. He gave a short nod to his secretary, Esther, before he stepped inside and closed the door behind him. He sank into the expensive leather chair and let his mind drift down to floor 16.

His day had started off normally enough. He always arrived early, glad to navigate the halls and lifts when there were less bodies to wade through, less fake smiles and fewer women trying to flaunt themselves to catch his eye. It was just all around easier that way. But this morning had been different.

He'd just stepped into the empty elevator and the doors were beginning to close when a hand curled around to stop them and in walked a second occupant. He was quite out of breath as he stood in the small space.

"Floor?"

Bright brown eyes looked up at him with a bit of confusion and also quite a large amount of embarrassment. "Right. Um, I actually have no idea. You don't happen to know where Mr. Kaplan in marketing happens to be located?!"

Scott smiled as he reached out and pressed the number 16. "New?"

"First day. I really need this internship and I just really don't want to screw it up. I'm really bad with directions so I figured the earlier the better"

Scott let his eyes follow the length of this newcomer, feeling his insides flutter a bit as the man caught him eyeing him. The intern quickly turned his face back to the doors in front of him, a smile sitting prettily on his lips. Scott wanted to kiss it and the now rosy dimpled cheek in front of him.

That pretty smile fell as the doors opened and the brunette realized he had no idea where to go from there.

Scott watched for a moment as he stepped out and kind of looked around, maybe hoping there would be a sign directing him. When he watched the dark headed beauty disappear in the wrong direction he mentally wondered what the hell he was doing when he reached out to stop the elevator doors and stepped off onto the 16th floor. He stood for a few seconds watching the lost boy get further away before finally calling out to him.

"You're going the wrong way." He leaned against the wall, the sleeves of his tailored designer suit sliding up to accommodate his arms as he crossed them over his chest, one leg crossing in front of the other..

Mitch stopped and looked back at the stranger and sighed as he headed back towards him. "I should have probably asked for a map." He laughed. "Any other tips or directions you want to send my way? Apparently I could use all the help I can get."

Scott regarded him, brain working on overdrive. He was never this nice to his employees, let alone the interns. He rarely said 2 words to anyone if he wasn't forced to. In fact he had quite the reputation of being sour and petulant. He was an introvert. Esther said it was because he wasn't getting laid nearly enough, and he quite tended to agree, but this beautiful human intrigued him. He did a few other things, but that would be filed away for later evaluation.

"I'll take you there."

The relief that spread the newcomer's face lifted the corners of Scott's mouth ever so slightly.

"I seriously owe you."

"Well, how about you repay me by telling me your name."

"Mitch. Mitch Grassi."

"Well, Mitch Grassi, pay attention because I won't repeat myself. Keep up." He pushed off of the wall and turned to head through the winding corridors, pointing out the lounges, vending machines and bathrooms. He went over the ins and outs of the higher ups and who was more lenient and who would analyze every bit of every report submitted. He wasn't thinking, just speaking. He still had no rational explanation for the heads up he was giving this stranger, but he was damƞ cute and that had to count for something. He finally stopped just down the hall from Kaplan's office.

"And then there's Mr. Hoying. Do try not to get on his bad side, a bit of a dick, really. Not that you'll really see him anyway."

"I'll try to keep that in mind."

"One last thing. They are going to send you on multiple Starbucks runs. It's something that they always do to the new interns."

"I think I can manage that."

"The nearest Starbucks is just over 20 minutes away."

"Oh." Mitch's face fell as he thought of the gas he would end up using.

"But, if you go out the back door of the building, there's a Barnes and Noble about 4 blocks down. There's a Starbucks right inside. Waste a little bit of time back and forth, they deserve it for using the interns for coffee runs, lazy pri¢ks."

Mitch nodded as he filed the information away for later use.

The blonde pointed at the office down the hall. "That is your destination. He won't be here for at least another 10 minutes. Good luck on your first day, Mitch." He shot him a smile as he turned and headed back to the elevators.

"Wait!"

He stopped and looked back.

"I didn't get your name?"

Scott smirked running his eyes slowly over the other man once again. "I'll see you around, Mitch."

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Mitch's first week and a half went actually really well. The first request for him to get coffee for Kaplan's team had come and gone and he'd since been sent on multiple runs. He couldn't have been more thankful for tall, blonde and gorgeous and the information he'd given him. He had been hoping to see the mysterious stranger again, but had so far been unsuccessful. He'd been sent all over the building and now could pretty much navigate it without trouble. He'd delivered letters, reports, coffee to multiple floors and still had yet to see Mr. Perfect again.

It wasn't fair. He'd been openly checking him out, flirting, packing on the charm, and yet he'd left Mitch without even a name. It was cruel really.

He'd made friends with one of his coworkers, Kirstie, and she still giggled at the story. Tall blonde and blue eyed fit quite a few of the employees here, so narrowing it down was a bit tough. Kirstie had guessed Travis in accounting. He was sweet and friendly, gay and quite good looking. He was one of the higher ups so he'd have a nice suit as well and would obviously be on a higher floor than them.

Travis.

He let the name roll around in his head, trying to fit it with the mental image of his mystery man. He could be a Travis.

Now to find an excuse to visit accounting.

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Scott smirked as he stepped into the elevator. This time Mitch and a girl he recognized from human resources were already in there. The girl tried to smooth herself out, running her fingers through her hair as she tried to make sure she looked ok. It didn't matter, he couldn't have really cared less what she looked like. He was too busy letting his eyes look over Mitch from head to toe before leaning against the wall of the lift, not even bothering to press the button for his floor.

They stopped on the 4th floor and the girl tried to give Scott a playful smile over her shoulder as she exited. It took quite the effort not to roll his eyes in response, but he just kept his eyes ahead as the doors closed again.

Mitch rocked ever so slightly on his feet, feeling the tension between them as palpable as ever. "Is it Travis? Your name, I mean."

Scott laughed and turned to look at Mitch. "Strike one."

Mitch's nose wrinkled in frustration. "You know this would be a lot easier if you'd just tell me."

"Where's the fun in that?" Scott's eyes were playful as he looked at the man he hadn't been able to stop thinking about since the first day he'd laid eyes on him.

"I'm going to figure it out, y'know."

"I'm sure you will." His eyes flickered up to the numbers as they moved to see how close they were to Mitch's destination.

"I'm quite looking forward to it." His voice had dropped a bit, his eyes looking down on Mitch's, his thumb coming up to run featherlight across Mitch's chin.

Mitch was too stunned/completely turned on to move, but Scott stood back to face forward just as the doors opened.

He swallowed hard and inhaled quietly as he stepped out of the elevator and turned to keep his eyes on the star of his dreams as the doors closed. He was going to figure it out. He was determined. 

Scott smirked and hit 3 random numbers on his way to the top floor, just in case the boy was more clever than he appeared and was watching the numbers to see where they lingered. He knew he was acting like a teenager, but for some reason he couldn't bring himself to care.

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"So it stopped on 19, 23 and 27."

Kirstie's face screwed up as she tried to think of tall pretty blonde and blue eyed workers on those floors.

"Not a lot of options there. The ones that are i'm almost 100% sure are straight."

"He could pass for straight if he wasn't busy looking me up and down."

"Ok, so there's Aaron and Rich..."

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"Today he guessed Alex of all people." 

"Oh, just tell the poor boy you're his boss. You know you're dying to live out your CEO/intern fantasy on this kid."

"You just want details when I do."

"Actually I'm hoping he pulls the stick out of your ass to replace it with something much more pleasant. C'mon it's been what 8 elevator encounters now and you're practically drooling over him every second of every day."

He flipped her off, but couldn't keep the grin from his lips. "Cancel my afternoon appointments. I'm heading out early."

"Mmhmm I'm sure you are." Esther smirked

That man was getting under his skin.

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Scott was actually quite a bit earlier than usual. He didn't really have a reason to be, he just wanted to catch up on some work he'd been neglecting while daydreaming about Mitch the intern.

The good thing about being the boss was that he could relegate the paperwork to someone else, at least most of it. What he couldn't he definitely needed to catch up on.

He got quite the surprise when someone else sauntered up to join him as he pressed the button for the elevator.

"You're early." Mitch shifted, grinning at him.

"As are you, quite a bit actually."

"Mr. Kaplan asked me to finish putting together the portfolios for the proposal he's presenting to Mr. Hoying on Friday. Figured I'd get a head start, maybe he'd let me sit in."

Scott grinned as they stepped into the elevator together. "You should ask him. I'm sure he won't mind."

"So is it Aaron?"

"You are getting progressively worse at this."

"This is really not fair." He didn't even try to hide the slight whine.

"I thought you were a better detective than this."

"Well maybe you should give me a little bit of a hint-

His words were cut off as a pair of lips crashed down on his own, a hand cupping the junction of his head and neck. It was electric and Mitch found himself clinging to the lapels of the expensive suit as their mouths moved against each others. Scott pulled back again just before the doors opened. There was no one there to see them anyway.

Mitch was staring at his lips wanting to taste them again, but he went to exit the elevator anyway, just as he always did. A hand on his shoulder stopped him and pulled him back in.

"Let's ride it to the top floor then we can ride it back down again." Scott grinned wickedly as the doors shut again.

He pressed the button for the top floor and then Mitch was pressed into the wall as their mouths collided once again.

"Can't stop thinking about you." Scott breathed out between kisses. He groaned as Mitch's hands filled themselves with his ass, pulling him closer against him.

"Been dreaming about you." Mitch leaned his head to the side as lips explored the sensitive skin of his neck. "But didn't know what name to scream out."

This caused a bit of a growl from Scott as he pressed and ground himself against the intern. He decided then and there that he was going to have Mitch, there wasn't any debate about it. Mitch was his. He vaguely heard the elevator doors open and close on the vacant hall of the top floor and then rest idle.

He focused on one particular spot on the delicious neck that caused the most beautiful whimpers to escape the perfect lips. He knew he was going to leave quite the mark, but he didn't care, in fact it gave him quite a bit of satisfaction.

He knew exactly what he wanted. He would just have to be quick about it before someone else decided they needed the elevator.

He dropped to his knees right there in the tiny enclosed area and quickly unzipped and unbuttoned Mitch's nicely pressed dress pants and within no time had his hand and lips around his prize. He kept his eyes upwards as he watched Mitch's face change, scrunch and pull almost as if he were in pain. His lips were parted, breath beginning to come out in quiet gasps as Scott took him in, fully,

Mitch was having a tough time being even halfway quiet. He bit down on the back of his own hand as the gorgeous man swallowed him down like it was nothing. It was literally the hottest thing he'd ever witnessed and he knew he wasn't going to last. It was way too good. When deft fingers began to explore, rubbing and squeezing, poking and prodding, he begged for a name. "Please, damnit I need your name. Please.." He stared into blue eyes and even though his mouth was stretched obscenely, he could see the cocky smirk in his eyes as he moved over him one last time, sucking gently as he went and Mitch finally lost it with quite a few colorful words, but no name attached.

Scott waited for him to finish and finally pulled off of him. He pulled a handkerchief from his pocket and dabbed at his own lips before cleaning Mitch up. He tucked him back into his underwear and refastened his pants before standing. He licked his lips as he pressed the 16 with a smug grin.

Mitch looked positively debauched, it made him want to take him to his office and bend him over his desk and fu¢k him into tomorrow, but instead he wound his fingers into his hair and delved into his mouth one more time, pulling him as close as humanly possibly. After just a few moments he pulled away, letting his thumb slide lightly over the swollen bottom lip.

"Please?" Mitch said it quietly, almost begging again. 

"Soon." He placed one last quick peck on his lips before the doors opened to Mitch's floor.

It took Mitch a moment to get his bearings but he finally took one step off of the elevator and headed straight for the bathroom, wondering how the hell he was going to cover up the mark that would no doubt be glaring on his neck.

Scott just went straight up to the top floor, logged into the security feeds and deleted them from the server. (Obviously not before saving them for his own personal enjoyment.)

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Mitch was going out of his mind thinking of the beautiful stranger.

"This is crazy, he could be some psycho lunatic or just a complete douchebag. I don't know anything about him."

"You said he was sweet."

"He is." Mitch smiled at the memories.

"Well at least you know he's good on his knees." Kirstie smirked and he popped her arm with one of the folders in his hand.

He sighed. "Good is just not the word for it." He smiled.

"Why can't I find tall blonde and gorgeous in an elevator." She pouted.

He laughed, then a thought struck him. "Oh my God. What if he's married? Or in a relationship? What if that's why he won't tell me his name!"

Kirstie made a face. "Well then that would be the douchiest move in history, but it certainly opens up a lot more options."

Mitch made a face and let his forehead drop to his friend's shoulder.

"Maybe it's Dylan. He's pretty, like super pretty, but he's engaged."

"You're not helping."

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Mitch returned to the meeting room with all of the drinks that Mr. Kaplan had asked him to pick up for their proposal. He'd asked for 3 drinks more than usual, for Mr. Hoying and his associates.

He was kind of afraid to meet the CEO that everyone always talked about. They said he was cold and relentless. They said he was stubborn and all in all just a cocky asshole. Even Mr. Kaplan was uneasy and tense this morning. Mitch wasn't sure he could handle a giant angry tyrant for a boss, but he'd been here this long and hadn't seen him once, so it couldn't be too bad, right?

He placed the files around the table, making sure everything was in place. He couldn't believe Mr. Kaplan had agreed to let him sit in, but he wouldn't complain, in fact he was ecstatic.

He straightened his back as Kirstie and Kevin both joined him and Kevin let him know where he would be sitting. He sat down, nervously tapping his pencil on the notepad in front of him.

"I don't know why you're nervous, we're the ones that have to impress Mr. Freeze."

Mitch opened his mouth to answer Kirstie, but that was the moment two men he'd never seen before entered, followed by Mr. Kaplan who was laughing as he talked to-

Mitch's heart stopped. Mr Mysterious was right there, looking absolutely perfect as always as he entered the room. He walked in, said a couple of terse greetings, and then his eyes landed on Mitch. He gave no indication that he recognized him, but his head tilted almost imperceptibly.

"You're new." It wasn't a question. "What's your name?"

Mitch noticed it then, the tiny curve of the corner of his lips. He was enjoying this, the bastard. "Mitch. Mitch Grassi." He wanted to scream that he knew exactly what his name was, but he was a mixture of turned on and completely terrified.

His breath caught in his throat as the man he'd been dreaming about for weeks now extended a hand towards him. He got to his feet and shook the man's hand, meeting those ice blue eyes once more.

"Scott Hoying."

He knew the pounding of his heart had just become an irregular drumbeat. Not only did he now know the name of his crush, but it was his damƞ boss, EVERYONE's boss, the fu¢king CEO. He was the one everyone said horrible things about and yet he had been the reason Mitch had survived his first few days. What.the.hell.

He caught the quick twitch of Scott's mouth, the slight raise of his eyebrow as he slid his thumb gently over Mitch's skin in a secret caress before releasing him and averting his gaze as if he'd already forgotten the intern.

Scott. Scott HOYING. So that's why he didn't want me to know his name. Maybe he didn't want me to think he was trying to assert his power over me. Or maybe he was afraid I'd try to get in his pants to get hired on.

He tried to put an end to the techno concert happening currently in his chest as he sat back down and tried to actually pay attention to what was happening around him, but he just couldn't. He still couldn't believe it.

He had to shift a bit after Scott took a sip of his coffee and gave him another secret smile while Mr. Kaplan was opening up the presentation.

Mitch really tried to listen, he really truly did, but Scott was just so distracting. He was obviously passionate about his company and apparently he didn't really like to stay seated. He would stand a lot, pacing back and forth as he would grill the marketing team on every aspect of this project before he would take a seat again and then repeating the process all over again intermittently.

His brow would furrow, his eyes always directly on the eyes of the person he was talking to. Mitch wasn't sure if it was a sign of respect or an intimidation tactic. Thankfully (or possibly unfortunately) Mitch wasn't squirming under those eyes yet.

He finally began to listen, listen to Scott's rationale, listen to Kirstie's point and then Scott's counterpoint.

There really was no way to sneak anything past the hawk-eyed businessman. He'd seen every weakness of the teams proposal, explored them and gave them a chance to defend, and then pushed back again.

He was the very definition of pure sex.

What the hell am I going to do?

He could tell that things were going south, and knew this project was about to get canned. Then Scott did the unthinkable.

"What do you think, Mr. Grassi?"

Then those eyes were pinning him to his chair, stealing his breath.

"Me?" He didn't even notice that every other set of eyes were on him as well, mostly mortified that an intern was getting any input.

Scott quirked an eyebrow and gave a short nod. "Do you think this project is worth backing?"

Mitch swallowed, but opened his mouth and prayed he wasn't speaking gibberish. "It has holes, admittedly, but I don't believe they are detrimental to the project as a whole. They shouldn't make it less successful or profitable and certainly aren't above correction."

He couldn't read the expression on the other man's face nor in his eyes.

"And you believe these corrections could be made in a timely manner? I don't like loose ends and I don't like losing money."

"100%."

Scott regarded him, eyes burning holes into his own, heating his blood and releasing the butterflies in his stomach. (We won't mention the tightening of his pants.)

He gave Mitch the briefest look of approval, of respect before he turned his focus to the portfolio that he picked up and began to flip through again.

"Alright. I'll approve it." He turned to Mr. Kaplan for a brief moment. "We'll talk funding on Monday."

Mitch smiled as Mr. Kaplan gave him a quick smile and a nod of approval. He watched the men in designer suits maneuver through the niceties, saying their goodbyes and shaking hands. He finally stood as Kirstie and Kevin did and gathered his things and turned to follow them out.

"Mr. Grassi?"

He chewed on his lip as he turned back to face Scott again, but the man wasn't looking at him, he was looking at one of the charts in his hands.

"Yes, Mr. Hoying?"

He tried not to think too much of the way the angled jaw tightened at his response or the slight shift and whitening of his knuckles as he held tight to the portfolio. He still wasn't looking at him.

"Could you put together 2 more of these and bring them to my office later today?"

Son of a bi†ch.

"Of course."

Scott didn't say anything else, didn't dismiss him, but he could see the amusement dancing along his lips.

He let out the breath he had been holding as he turned and walked out of the meeting room.

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"You're JOKING!!"

"Shhh, Kirstie keep it down."

"I'm sorry, but seriously? The painfully gorgeous Ice King?! How in the world did you manage that!? He hates everyone!"

"I didn't even do anything! He came on to me!"

"You lucky duck."

He tried to hide his smile as he started getting the paperwork together to start building the two portfolios that Scott... Mr. Hoying... had requested.

"I guess I should be thanking you and your cute little ass for getting our project funded."

He laughed and shook his head. "I hate you."

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He felt like he could run a marathon fueled on the nerves he had coursing through him as he stood in the lift, clutching the two portfolios to his chest. He watched person after person leave the elevator until he was alone, headed for the top floor.

"You've talked to him plenty of times. You can do this." He coached himself aloud.

Yeah but he wasn't your boss then! OK, technically he was, but you didn't know that!

He took a deep breath as he stepped off of the elevator and walked over to the desk of a very nice looking young woman.

She broke out into a grin as she looked at him. "You must be Mitch."

Mitch blushed and nodded slightly.

"You can go right on in, sweetheart."

He took a step towards the ornate door and grabbed the handle.

"Oh, and Mitch? Let him know I'm heading home early." She stood with a smirk and grabbed her bag.

He bit his lip to try and keep the smile off of his lips, but he failed miserably.

With new found confidence he opened the door to Mr. Hoying's office and closed the door behind him.