Without warning, Remy skipped the deep breathing and leaned into Jackson, pressed his lips hard against him, hands cupping both sides of his face as he pushed for more. Tongue wanting access to his mouth, access which Jackson promptly gave him. The grip Jackson had along Remy's back lowering, placing his other hand on his hip.

Remy guided Jackson further back into the room, pushing him far enough to make it to the desk, turning and pinning him against it, then onto it. The sound of papers hitting the floor as he forced Jackson back. Remy quickly pulled at the front of Jackson's jeans, popping the button open as he lowered his kiss to the side of his neck, tracing along his jawline.

A hushed gasp escaped Jackson as he felt Remy's mouth join the touch of his hand over his cock. Remy didn't think about what he was doing. He just wanted to numb the pain. Feed his anger.  

Jackson tilted his head back, knocking off more things from atop his desk as he leaned further. Naturally placing his hand on the back of Remy's head, fingers gripping tightly onto his hair pulling, as he moaned. Remy was truly talented with what he was doing, rapidly getting him to his climax. Probably the fastest climax he's ever had. Jackson was not sure how he felt about that at the moment. But that thought was hushed by the pleasure that rolled through him.

"Jackson baby is everything . . ." Emily dropped what she had intended on saying once she realized what she just walked in on.

Remy, snapping out of the trance he was in. The pain was not numbed at all if anything he was embarrassed, withdrawing from Jackson. Not meeting his gaze as he stormed out of the room, taking the first exit he saw from the building.

His body physically numbed on his walk home as the cold tore through him, wind picking up as he walked, cursing himself for what he had done. Wondering how he could be so stupid. So impulsive. Questioned how he could do something like that to Spencer. Feeling as if he was still alive, and he just somehow cheated on him.  

The man had been dead for almost two months. Things ended between them so long ago, and yet he still felt like it was still in the now.


* * * * * *

"Who's that?" Asked Silver as Remy, and she walked out of the office.

Silver motioning to his car in the corner of the parking lot. Remy looked to see it was in fact, Jackson leaning against his hood, waiting with the jacket he had left at the art gallery the other night.

"It's no one." He spat out quickly, face flushed red.

"No one? Okay! I don't believe you. Not with that look on your face." Silver waving at Jackson, a little smile on her painted lips, "He's hot too."

"Yeah. I'll see you Monday." Remy, cutting their conversation short, walking off on her.

"I'm going to want details." She shouted to him, getting in the last word after all.

"Why are you here?" Remy asked, not looking in Jackson's direction, too embarrassed and well ashamed about what he had done.

Jackson's silence didn't help any of the emotions that were stirring in his chest.

"Look. I'm sorry about the other night. I was out of line. I shouldn't have done that, but with my record, there shouldn't be any surprise I'd push myself onto someone who's not interested. Straight men are my weakness." Remy, apologizing about the oral, not the freak out at the images, "Even more so straight men in relationships. Well, more of men who want to be seen as straight . . ."

Remy rambled far too long before Jackson finally spoke, pushing up from off the hood of his car, moving closer to him.

"I wanted to bring back your jacket. I'm also pretty sure you've missed having your keys as well."

Remy did lock himself out of his apartment that night, waking the landlord up so he could get into his place. He also spent thirty minutes the next morning looking for his spare car key so he could get to work.

"You intrigue me." Commented Jackson, shifting so he blocked the driver door from Remy.  

His golden gaze looked into Remy's baby blues, letting the silence grow between them once again, getting Remy to ramble off.

"I said I was sorry, now will you please move. I don't have time for this right now. I have shit I need to do. And how did you find me anyway?"

"Facebook." He said simply. Remy had his job listed as public information.

"So you are stalking me? First at the boardwalk, then at his grave, and now my work."

Remy huffing, he wasn't going to get trapped up in this any more than he already was, pushing Jackson trying to get him to budge so he could get in his car.

"Not stalking." Jackson smiled, "Just following my muse."

In all honesty, the boardwalk and the graveyard encounter just happened to be lucky run-ins on Jackson's part. He thought he had seen Remy somewhere before. Wasn't till he got back to his apartment that he remembered where.