Character/Pairing: Firefox, Macintosh, Firefox/Macintosh with implied Microsoft/Mac
Date Written: 29/06/2011
“Firefox, shut up! I’m trying to work on this proposal!”
Pursing his lips, the university student rolled back to lay on the couch, a noise of discontent. “Wahh, Mac doesn’t like me anymoreeee~”
Placing his head in his hands, Mac sat at his kitchen table, papers spread and piled in every direction around him. A laptop was popped open before him and
until seconds ago, he had been typing away furiously. Now he seemed to be trying to calm himself down.
“Why are you even here right now?” He finally sighed. “You know I have work. Do you not have more available prospects to bother?”
“I’ve already bugged them.”
“They didn’t want me anymore.”
“And you thought I would?”
“No…… but I happen to know you leave your front door unlocked.” Tilting his head, he glanced over at him. “You’re gonna get robbed one of these days, ya
“I reside in a good community who keeps close tabs on the neighborhood activities. I don’t need to lock anything.”
Firefox chuckled. “Trusting attitude for a business man~”
“No. I’m just not an idiot.” Rubbing a hand across his forehead, Mac exhaled loudly.
Hopping up from the couch, Firefox swayed uncharacteristically before moving his way over to Mac.
“…No, Firefox. Not tonight. Go. away.”
As if he didn’t hear him at all, the university student slid his palm across his neck and ducked to place a simple kiss to his ear. Mac flinched, a hand
coming up to press at his chest. “I’m busy.”
“You’re always busy.” He protested, grazing teeth along the shell of his ear.
There was a satisfactory hitch in Mac’s voice. “That’s because I’m a busy person. Now get out!”
“No.” He nudged it with his nose.
“Please.” Mac protested again, near defeat in his voice. “You’re drunk and you smell like Microsoft.”
That stopped him. “Microsoft?”
Mac’s entire body tensed. If he had wanted to try covering up that slip up, the sudden flush to his ears wouldn’t let him. He pushed at Firefox’ chest again;
harder this time.
He grabbed at his wrist, smirk plain as it always was. But this time… this time there was almost something feral about it. “Whoaaa, whoa, you’re not
getting rid of me after that. How do you know what Microsoft smells like?”
“I don’t. I just assumed by they didn’t want me anymore you meant him. He’s a terrible person. I’m sure it would be just in his nature to say
something like that.” But the worry etched into his bright blue eyes that was struggling to keep away from his expression put that up for speculation.
And drunk or not, Firefox was not letting that one go without a fight. “I won’t deny that I was with Microsoft before coming here or that we got drunk or
that we fucked for an hour or so.” The blunt honesty in his words causes Mac’s flush to descend and the poor boy looked almost ready to cry from embarrassment. Reaching down, Firefox grabbed hold of the chair and twisted it with ease so that Mac was now trapped in his own seat and forced to face him. “But what I want to know is how you could have possibly guessed that… from my smell.”
“It is not what you thin–“
“What am I thinking?”
Mac didn’t like his smirk. Mac didn’t like his smirk at all. He looked like if he said one wrong thing, he was going to swallow him whole.
“……………..I-It was at a conference.”
“A conference, huh?”
And finally Mac couldn’t take the condensation in his voice anymore. His head snapped up, scowling him and it would have looked like his regular,
business-like expression had there not been the heavy red tint adorning his skin. “Yes. A conference. Top companies gathered to discuss public relations and
trade bad marketing tips in hopes that the other companies would take them and slip up and he happened to also be there and I may have happened to
physically run into him and maybe for a split second my mind wandered and maybe biology is against me and I still remember it and may–“
A kiss. It was a firm, dominating kiss that cut off his erratic ramblings. The hand on his chest gripped at the hoodie, mind a bit washed over with the long
winded confession. Mac was still busy trying to catch his breath while Firefox was much too busy trying to make sure he never did.
And there it was. His scent. Mac’s nerves caught fire, hands suddenly pulling at the sweater with need, back arching to meet the kiss.
Firefox laughed into it, pressing further life into the action. It was clear where this was now going. Hands on his hips, Firefox lifted the man to his feet
and pulled him close, all the while never fully breaking that kiss.
“You know, I am going to give you exactly what you want.” He spoke, hands wandering. His smirk returned. “And if you happen to call out his name, I won’t
Mac didn’t reply.
But he eventually did just as Firefox predicted.
He called out the wrong name.
FIN ★ ☆ ★ Constructive critique always welcome!