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Jake Gets His Performance Review

The time his watch said and the position the sun held never seemed in sync. One said it was five-thirty and the other looked like it was half-past noon. Jake turned away from staring out at the hot summer day; away from the lush, perfectly manicured lawn that seemed in direct opposition to the season.

He idly checked his phone. No new messages. He was sitting in one of the squishy, faux leather armchairs in the employee lounge with his feet up, ankles crossed, on a chintzy plastic chair with metal legs--the kind the scraped across the floor, despite the floor being linoleum--that would have been right at home in his old high school's cafeteria. The kind of chair Westmere University would turn its nose up at, but ProtoTypical Engineering Co. felt right at home buying to save a few thousand dollars. At least they don't waste my tuition, Jake mused. So much for teaching about the cutthroat, profit over ethics, world of business.

Ba-dunk.

Jake slid his fingertip in a precise pattern and the phone's lock screen, a picture of him with his friend Seppi, flew up and out of sight. Everybody else had left at five p.m. sharp, but here he was, sitting in the employee lounge next to two floor-to-ceiling windows. He ran his fingers through his limp, cerulean mohawk. The front of which always tried to hang down over his eyes. In his other hand was his phone.

It wasn't the newest, or the fanciest, but it was perfectly functional and responded snappily to each press and swipe from his thumb. He planned on keeping the phone until it gave up the ghost. The only person that seemed to care was Mara. Mara, always telling him to get with the times, Mara, always trying to give him fashion advice.

Jake tapped the speech bubble icon. There was one new message waiting for him. "Speak of the she-devil," Jake groaned aloud and tapped on her avatar; a selfie some distance in front of the statue of David with her index finger and thumb pinched together over the statue's penis and her grinning like an idiot. Ha-ha-ha, get it? Yeah, I get it, Mara, you're a bitch.

Where you at, Jake!? We're waiting for you in the parking lot!

Jake rolled his eyes and tapped out his reply. I already told you! I'm not riding back with you guys, don't wait up.

The crocodile-skink checked his watch for the fourth time in ten minutes. Despite having a smart phone, he still wore the watch his grandfather had given him on his eighteenth birthday. His grandfather was a man who, despite his age, was as hip as any teenager, but preferred to give gifts that didn't fade with time, or become obsolete. The titanium watch with its obsidian face and silver hands was just such an object. It was no ersatz smart watch, only capable of telling the time and date. He loved his grizzled, pebbly skinned grandpa for his old fashioned sentiments.

Jake checked his watch--almost time. Four days ago, Mr. Z had asked him to stay behind after work today. Even now, Jake wasn't entirely sure what Mr. Z wanted of him. And why after working hours on a Friday?

Ba-dunk. Mara again. Why not? Staying late? What for?

What is this, twenty questions? Mr. Z asked to see me after work today. Waiting for him.

Ba-dunk. That's weird, why would he ask you to do that? Be long? Don't have to be hostile.

No idea. Don't wait up. And I'm not!

Actually, Jake did have an idea that he might be staying for a long while. There was only one real reason that he'd been able to think of all week for why Mr. Z would want to see him. Especially after working hours. Thinking about it made his stomach flutter and his body tingle. He wasn't about to share that with anybody, let alone Mara!

Ba-dunk. 'Kay. Better not be stealing my man, haha. =P

Jake chuckled and tapped his reply with great pleasure.

Too late! >=D

Jake didn't particularly care if Mara took the message seriously, or decided he was being sarcastic. He figured she'd scoff and think nothing of the baggy hoodie wearing, semi-asocial, unlikely to hook up with an older--head of a department--professional working man, crocodile-skink. And that suited him just fine. Knowing her, she'd probably try and get Mr. Z in trouble. If she couldn't have him, no one could.

Ba-dunk. Jake rolled his eyes, not particularly keen on seeing what Mara had to say in response to his last message. When he lifted his phone he saw that it was, in fact, Mr. Z. Or, as Jake had his name in his phone, "Mr. Big Z."

Come to my office, boy. And don't take all day.

On my way, Mr. Z.

Jake heaved himself up and out of the chair and shoved his phone in his shorts.

"Oh! Almost forgot." He turned back and snatched up his backpack and slung it over one shoulder. On his way to Mr. Z's office, he pulled his pack around and yanked the zipper down one side. When the idea originally came to him he had thought it silly. However, the more he thought about it the more he'd liked the idea of giving Mr. Z a little gift.

Since the party he'd spent more time with the lizard and quickly learned that the man loved to eat. Of course, everybody likes to eat, but Mr. Z liked to eat good food. The couple of times they had eaten lunch together in the lounge Mr. Z's lunch was homemade and smelled amazing.

Jake's grandma made a ridiculously good chicken infused bread. Usually he didn't spend much time in the kitchen, however, this seemed like a perfect excuse. He didn't live on the college campus, but in a house with several of his friends. Jake pulled the foil package from his backpack and zipped it back up. He wished the bread was warm, when it was best, but this would have to do. It occurred to him, a little too late, that he could have nuked it in the lounge's microwave.

It was a recipe that had been in the family for at least two generations. His attempt wasn't as heavenly as his grandma's, unfortunately. It wasn't difficult to make, just time consuming to make it fresh, from scratch, which he'd done. Fresh dough, boiled chicken--that was then marinated and seasoned just right--that was pulled apart and piled down the center of the stretched dough, which was then braided. Jake liked things spicy, so did Mr. Z he'd noticed, so he'd added some diced jalapenos to the chicken mix. After that, a brushing of olive oil and diced garlic. Then the whole thing was baked, then covered in shredded mozzarella and baked for a few minutes to melt it all into the braids. Just thinking about how delicious it had been, fresh from the oven, made Jake's stomach growl.

Mr. Z's office was situated in a corner of the open work space. The building was quite nice, probably constructed not more than ten years ago. It wasn't a cubicle farm, not even close. There were a few cubicles in the center of the main work area for those that preferred them, but the rest was open and airy. Personal offices and a couple, larger meeting rooms made up the area's perimeter. There was one more floor above, just like the one Jake was cutting through. The bottom floor of the building was the huge production floor where all the manufacturing, shipping and receiving took place. ProtoTypical Engineering Co. prided itself on taking care of design, prototyping and production all in-house.

Jake stopped by his cramped little intern desk and dropped his backpack off. He went straight to Mr. Z's office from there, delicately cradling his foil wrapped deliciousness. Nervousness started to creep into his gut the closer he got. What if Mr. Z didn't like the bread? What if it wasn't actually as good as he thought it was? All manner of negative outcomes flitted about inside his skull, leaving no space for positive possibilities.

The time for second thoughts was over. Mr. Z's office door stood before him, a great monolith that barred his entry. A placard on the door read "Nalz Zurrani, Manager of Engineering."

Ba-dunk. Jake ignored his phone. It was probably Mr. Z wondering what was taking him so long. Timidly, he rapped his knuckles on the door three times and waited.

"Get in here, boy!" Jake stood up straight, heart beating in his throat, and squared his shoulders. The horizontal brass door latch gave easily. The door swung smoothly open. Jake entered hastily and closed the door behind him. He'd never been inside Mr. Z's office and took several heartbeats worth of time to scan the room.

The office was one of the smaller ones and was cozily furnished. A small, leather couch took up three-quarters of the wall. If he'd opened the door all the way it would have hit the armrest. Two straight-backed black chairs waited ominously in front of Nalz's desk while he leaned back in a plush leather executive chair. The desk itself was a modern piece; it curved slightly into the shape of a giant pinto bean. A thick glass desktop was supported by a white, powder coated lattice work of welded three-quarter inch tubing, reminiscent of a motorcycle trellis frame. The only thing on the desk was a large monitor, a keyboard, a leather notebook case and a phone. To Nalz's left, against the wall, was a bookcase almost as tall as the ceiling and another, shorter one, up against it. All the books were neatly arranged by height, tallest to shortest. Several wooden models--a jet, a helicopter and a race car--lined the top of the shorter bookcase.

"What's in the foil," Nalz asked with one raised brow.

Jake hesitated and then approached the desk, flanked by the two chairs, barring his escape. He held the foil package out for Nalz to take. Nalz picked it up and inspected it.

"It's a...a present. For you." With nothing to keep his hands occupied, Jake shoved them into his cavernous front sweatshirt pocket. "I--made it myself."

"You made it, eh? Hmm."

Nalz turned it this way and that, looking for a seam. His nostrils flared, picking up the muted scent of the mozzarella. It smelled good. Better than good, even. Jake smiled as Nalz snuffled at the item in his hands. The wiggling of the fiery orange stud in his nostril caught the light and appeared to shimmer. Jake wondered what it was made out of.

"Smells good, Jake," Nalz said as he unwrapped it hastily. "How'd you know I was hungry?"

"You always seem to be hungry, Mr. Z." Nalz lifted his eyes and gave Jake a look, huffed, and turned his attention back to what he'd finished opening. Idiot, Jake whined in his head. A long, skinny loaf of bread, covered in cheese, with bits of meat and filling poking out the ends greeted him.

"You made this?" Nalz asked, skeptical.

"Y-yeah. It's my grandma's recipe. I made it from scratch. For you."

"Why?"

Jake blinked and fidgeted. He hadn't been expecting a question like that. Because I have a crush on you? didn't seem like an appropriate answer.

"I-I, well, I wanted to do something nice for you. You've been helping me out here, even though I'm not in your department and stuff."

"So, nothing to do with what happened at the party a few weeks ago." Nalz watched the intern intently until Jake started to blush, then laughed, and shook his head. He didn't normally enjoy making people uncomfortable, but Jake had become an exception.

"Thank you, Jake."

Nalz tore off a large chunk and held it out to the intern. Jake took it slowly and held it like he was unsure what he was supposed to do with it. Nalz tore another piece off and bit it in half. The bread gave without resistance and a thin film of cheese grease and butter instantly coated his lips. He chewed thoughtfully, his taste buds experiencing a divinely balanced medley of chicken, toasted bread, cheese, butter and herbs. Then, the spiciness of the jalapenos. He leaned back in his chair and savored the delicious present. This was way better than the ice cream cake his boss always got him for his birthday!

Jake sat when Nalz made motioned at one of the chairs. He waited until Mr. Z finished the rest of the first chunk and tore off another and, with a broad smile, started to eat his piece. Mr. Z appeared to be in love as he chewed.

When he finished his second piece, Nalz pulled a few napkins out from under his desk, handed one to Jake, and then wiped his lips and fingers. "You tell your grandma I said thanks for giving you that recipe. Not just a good worker, but a good baker too! Not sure if I'd put the baking on your resume though."

The crocodile-skink smiled bashfully and made use of the napkins as a distraction. "Thanks, Mr. Z, that--that means a lot to me."

"I might give you grief, but that's a good thing. I ignore the people I don't care for, if I can."

"Like Mara."

Nalz chuckled and nodded. "Yeah, like Mara. But don't tell her I said that."

Jake smirked and tossed his crumpled napkins into the nearby trashcan. "She was texting me earlier, wondering where I was."

"What'd you tell her?" Nalz asked curiously, folding his lower hands in his lap.

"That you wanted to see me after work and that I was staying behind and to not wait up for me." Jake left out the part about him claiming Mr. Z for himself.

"At least she's nice enough to you to hold up the other interns on your behalf."

"Yeah, right. She was just being nosy."

"Probably," Nalz shrugged.

Jake looked around the office. "So...what did you want to talk to me about, Mr. Z?"

"Ah, yes." Nalz stood up abruptly, his imposing height even more so to the sitting intern. He walked out from behind his desk and sat atop it, lower hands on the edge of the glass, and an upper hand rubbing his chin. Jake felt like he was trying to look at the top of a skyscraper while standing at the base of it. "Have you thought of what you wanted to do once you get your degree, or where you'd like to work?"

"A little. I've still got some time before I need to worry about it."

"Of course, but it's always prudent to plan ahead. You know, I'm serious when I say you're a good worker. Ark has had nothing but good things to say about your performance."

"Ark?" Jake had never heard that name before.

"Sorry. Your boss. Ark is a, uh, nickname."

"Oh, Mr. Ebbs. Why 'Ark?'" Jake thought it was a peculiar nickname.

"Don't worry about it. I don't want you to accidentally call him that." Nalz smirked and sat on the edge of his desk. "He'd be so pissed."

"I'd rather not piss him off."

"No, of course not, which is why I'm not going to explain it. Anyway, the point I'm getting to is that you should seriously consider the option of coming back to intern here again next summer." Jake met Nalz's eyes. "You've got a good chance of having a career here once you've graduated, to be frank." Jake perked up and the tip of his tail twitched.

"Really?" he asked incredulously. He hadn't really done anything major as an intern, at least in his mind.

"I didn't ask you to come here to blow smoke up your ass, boy. Yeah. Really. Ark--Mr. Ebbs," Nalz corrected himself, "sees a lot of potential in you. Unlike most places, we're actually willing to train new college grads. Hell, you hit the jackpot by interning here since you actually get paid. How many of your buddies can say the same thing?"

Jake felt giddy and couldn't help but smile. This was great news! If he kept doing what he had been doing so far he wouldn't have to stress over getting a job after graduation. He worried often enough about paying off his frightful student loans; an engineering degree wasn't cheap. The small scholarship he'd gotten in high school was a pebble thrown into the lake that was his tuition. He'd never even held more than five hundred in real cash in his hand. Trying to imagine tens of thousands was beyond stressful.

"I'm glad you're pleased," Nalz said with a warm smile. "Have you liked working here?"

"Of course! Everybody that works here is really smart and knows what they're doing. Mr. Ebbs has been here for over twenty years. You've been here for over ten. I'd love to work here!"

Jake, beside himself with delight, stood up, leaned around Mr. Z, reached over the desk and tore off a piece of bread. He shoved it into his mouth, having realized how far into Mr. Z's personal space he was, to avoid saying something childish and sat back in the chair. Ignoring what he'd just done seemed the best course of action. What he really wanted to do was pull his hood up and cinch it closed so tight that only his nose would be poking out.

"Takes smart people to run a successful business." Nalz finally said. Jake nodded and continued to chew the mouthful of bread. A long silence followed.

Jake swallowed and licked the butter from his lips. He looked around the office. His belly started tingle faintly. Is Mr. Z about to finish with a 'but,' Jake wondered.

Nalz seemed lost in thought, staring at the wall. Jake wasn't sure what to say to break the silence, or even if he should. The little fantasies of why Mr. Z had wanted to come to his office on a Friday after work seemed silly now. The man had only wanted to tell him the news about next year. He'd be lying to himself if he said he wasn't just a little _bit_disappointed.

"Do you think I'm a creep?"

"What?" Jake looked up at Nalz, very confused.

"Do you think I'm some creepy old dude?"

"Of course not! Why would you think that?"

"Oh, I don't know, maybe the whole company party affair." Nalz continued to stare at the wall, upper arms crossed defensively. Jake noticed Nalz's fingers gripping the edge of the glass, the fine scales over his knuckles stretched taut. Whatever answer he gave seemed to really concern the man.

"I didn't stop you."

"You were also kind of drunk, Jake. I took advantage of that."

"We both were, Mr. Z."

Nalz's reply was a great, ponderous sigh, his broad shoulders rising and falling.

Was he second guessing himself over what had happened? Jake thought so.

He did have a crush on the older reptile and he also looked up to him as a role model for a successful life. Mr. Z had the things he wanted: a solid job he enjoyed, coworkers that he seemed genuinely fond of--for the most part--and had lived a full, exciting life up to this point. He didn't know much about Mr. Z's past, but he knew that he'd been in the military for some time. Out of purely academic curiosity, Jake had even read the company's policies and there wasn't anything that explicitly discouraged or forbade relationships between full employees and interns except where both worked in the same department.

"Something wrong?"

"I--well, I don't want you to think any less of me because of what I pushed you into doing." Is that all this is about, Jake thought.

"You didn't push me into."

"Bullshit."

"Okay, maybe a little...at first." Nalz looked down and met Jake's gaze.

"Meaning, precisely?"

"Well--" Jake trailed off.

"Come on, boy, out with it," Nalz commanded.

The signs all clicked into place for Jake. The big man's fingers doing their best to leave imprints in the glass, his arms wrinkling his nice shirt with their tension, and his toes tapping a shaky, uneven rhythm on the carpet. Did Mr. Z believe he had transgressed at the party? And why has he waited so long to bring it up, Jake pondered. Making Mr. Z continue to wait any longer for an answer would be cruel.

"I kind of had a...sort of crush on you--even before that party," Jake blurted and blushed, looking away. Nalz blinked in surprise, but the tension in his body melted away.

"Yeah? Really?"

"Yeah," Jake laughed nervously. "Yeah, I did. Still do, actually. Can't imagine me coming on to me first, right? So, you only pushed me as far as getting me out of my shell at the party. And I kind of, hmm, how can I say this without sounding silly? Part of me thought you wanted me to stay late today for--other reasons." Jake couldn't believe he was saying this out loud to Mr. Z.

"Huh. And what if I did?" Nalz bent down slowly, placing his upper hands on the armrests of the chair Jake occupied. His face was close enough that the crocodile-skink could faintly smell butter and mozzarella.

"I-I, well, uhm..." Jake trailed off and shut his mouth. He looked over Nalz's nose at the crimson spines curving back along the reptile's skull. Then he looked at Nalz's lips. He knew he'd been wanting this, he was pretty sure Mr. Z wanted this--so, dammit if he wasn't going to be the one to take the initiative for once in his life!

Nalz's brows lifted in surprise when Jake's arms snaked out and around his neck and the boy's warm, eager lips pressed tightly to his. He hadn't been expecting such assertiveness, but he certainly was not going to complain! This only served to prove his belief that the boy had it in him to take charge, whether in the matters of work, or otherwise. He just needing some coaxing to show his potential.

He held the kiss for a few moments longer before pulling back slightly. Jake's arms were still around his neck. "Mmm. We should take this to the couch. More comfortable that way." Jake simply nodded and let go. His hands quivered and his lips tingled with excitement at what he'd done.

Nalz walked over to the couch. He plopped down onto it on his back and smiled at Jake, beckoning him over with a quick jerk of his snout. Jake stood up and came over obediently. Nalz patted his belly with one hand.

The crocodile-skink didn't need any more invitation than that and lay down on top of the big reptile. And the reptile really was bigger than him. He felt like he was laying down on top of a living, breathing mattress. Three heartbeats later his arms were around Nalz's neck and lips locked with the older man's. Nalz's four arms wrapped tight around him but didn't sit still for long; four hands roamed over his back, quickly finding their way under his baggy hoody to his bare scales. The lizard's fingers pressed into his muscles; they rose over the peaks and into the valleys of the short, double ridges that ran down his back thanks to his crocodile ancestry; claws dragged heavily down his spine to the base of his tail where they lingered.

Jake gasped into Nalz's mouth when two of those hands ventured into his shorts to grip his firm rump through the cotton of his underwear. He tilted his snout opposite the reptile's and he took the invitation, his tongue venturing forth between Jake's willing lips. Jake loved the older man's forwardness; he didn't waste time feeling things out--he knew exactly what he wanted and Jake knew what the man wanted was him. That thought, along with Nalz's fearless exploration of his ass and mouth, made him hard as a rock. Jake had a feeling that things were going to go farther than they had at the company party. He ground his erection against Nalz's belly--his body ached for what he knew was soon to come.

"You're a horny little bastard, aren't you?" Jake felt Nalz's smile against his lips and the man's ample endowment against his thigh. He wondered, briefly, if Nalz shared his enjoyment of their difference in stature as much he did.

"Just a little, Mr. Z. You seem just as guilty though." He shifted his leg to press harder against the reptile's still growing erection.

"True, true. Hmm, think this cute little butt of yours can handle me?" Nalz growled and slipped his lower hands under the elastic waistband of Jake's underwear. He cupped the intern's butt cheeks and flexed his fingers.

Jake's response came out as an airy moan, a single digit slipping under his tail. His steady breathing turning into staccato panting as the finger pressed against his clenched tail hole. Jake pressed his face into the lizard's neck. Nalz's fingertip made small circles, pressing a little harder with each completed rotation, but never enough to slips past his resistance.

"Didn't answer my question, boy."

"I-I dunno, Mr. Z. Mmf, but, this cute little butt is certainly going to try." Jake flushed and rubbed his snout against the other reptile's neck.

"Good," Nalz grunted and went back to groping handfuls of the intern's ass.

Jake pushed himself up on shaky arms until he was sitting up on the boss' lap, something substantial and hard rubbing against his backside when Nalz rocked his hips. He smirked his signature smirk up at the intern.

"You love that I'm half your size, don't you?" Jake let more of his weight rest in Mr. Z's lap. Teasing the big lizard was worth any possible repercussion.

Nalz growled deep in his chest. He didn't like having his weaknesses of the flesh pointed out so easily. Too fast for Jake to avoid it, Nalz swatted the intern's rump--not hard enough to hurt, but it elicited a surprised yelp from Jake. The big reptile grinned. "Undo my shirt, boy."

With his hands quivering from excitement and embarrassment--the last person to ever spank him had been his mom--Jake started to unbutton the lizard's dress shirt. He didn't rush to free each button, but he certainly didn't take his sweet time. Once all the buttons were loose he slid his hands up smooth scaled sides, spreading the shirt open to bare Nalz's long torso. And what a lovely, muscled torso it was. He didn't actually know how old Mr. Z was, but, judging by his physical fitness and handsome features, he couldn't really be that old.

"Like what you see?" Jake gave him a look. "Right, dumb question. Of course you do."

Nalz grinned and pushed himself up with his lower arms. He made short work of Jake's sweatshirt, slinging it over the back of the couch. His claws ghosted over the intern's finely scaled hide; young, unscarred perfection. His tongue slipped wetly up the boy's sternum to his collar bone where he stopped to nibble gently.

Jake gripped Nalz's head and pulled it away. "Hey, hah, that tickles!"

"Oh? Does it?" Nalz looked mischievously up into Jake's eyes and simpered.

"Don't you dare!"

"No one to blame but yourself for revealing a weakness."

Nalz ran his upper claws deliberately down Jake's sides. The crocodile-skink's body quivered with his staccato laughing. Nalz was relentless, nibbling and dancing his claws up the intern's sides. Jake couldn't match the larger male's strength, nor his two arm advantage and suffered for it.

"N-no! N--Nalz, St....stop! Please!"

He finally quit, but not before enjoying Jake squirming in his lap a few moments longer. "Fine, fine. Have it your way," Nalz snickered. "We've business to take care of anyway." The way Jake hugged his arms to his sides for protection was quite fetching to the lizard.

Nalz turned his attention elsewhere and made quick work of loosening Jake's belt and shorts. The ruddy tip of Jake's erection poked out above the waistband of his underwear when they were sharply tugged down. Nalz rubbed the pad of his thumb against the intern's sensitive flesh. Jake sucked in a short breath and gripped Nalz's shoulders.

"What, mm, kind of business," Jake breathed amorously against the side of Nalz's head.

"The kind where you get fucked in the negotiations."

Jake giggled, shook his head and patted Nalz's head. "You're not very good at puns, Mr. Z."

Nalz grumbled. "Didn't ask you opinion, boy. From now on, unless you're opening your mouth to fill it with my dick, keep it shut. Get out of those shorts."

The intern nodded obediently, but only to the command to take his clothes off. Nalz lay back onto the couch and watched, silent and quite content. He hooked the fingers of his lower hands into Jake's underwear, helping slide them down the intern's smooth, shapely thighs. It took some shifting, wiggling and awkward movements on his hands and knees, but the shorts and underwear ended up on the floor eventually. The pile of discarded clothing and the percentage of nude scale was growing faster than an overvalued tech startup's stock price.

Nalz had watched all the while, greatly enjoying himself as more and more of the young intern was revealed to him. Jake's erection bobbed with his movements until Nalz wrapped his fingers firmly around it causing the intern to freeze where he was, on his hands and knees. Nalz cupped the other male's balls, rolling them gently between his fingers and palm.

Jake gasped, the hand gripping his length tugging at his sensitive, deep purple length. Nalz propped himself up with his upper hands and pulled the intern closer, putting his snout dangerously close to Jake's crotch.

"You really do have a nice dick, boy," Nalz purred as he appreciated the boy's endowment. "The color makes it look like it's always blushing--just as sweet and, well can't say innocent. Can we? Impossible for such a cute twink like you to be a virgin."

Jake swallowed heavily, twice and licked his lips. "N--no, Mr. Z." He was glad the lizard didn't look up and he wished he still had his sweatshirt on so he could bury his nose in it to hide his burning cheeks. All the attention the man lavished on him was undeniably wonderful. His previous boyfriends had never done so. The way Nalz was slowly, but firmly stroking his length, the edges of his fingers brushing his most sensitive spots, made him want more. He'd even beg for it.

"Ahh, Mr. Z, I--uhm."

"What?"

"Well, would you, I mean, please would you..."

Nalz looked up, one brow arched. Jake stood up on his knees, hips pushing his needy erection even closer to Nalz's snout; his arms pulled up tight to his chest and he wrapped his fingers around his snout, palms pressed against his cheeks.

"Would you please put my...suck on it," Jake finally whispered, flustered and utterly abashed. Nalz's smile stretched his cheeks.

"Jake. Look at me, Jake. Good boy." In one swift movement Nalz was on his back and had the intern flat on his chest, ass in the air, wrapped tight in his warm, four-armed embrace. "You are the cutest fucking thing to ever fall into my lap."

The intern didn't know what to make of the feelings that swirled in his chest, but Nalz wasn't giving him much chance to reflect on them. Their lips were meshed as tight together as their bodies. The moment of raw passion slowly faded until Jake reluctantly separated at Nalz's behest.

"Hmm, this is lovely, but if I'm going to fulfill your desire, your ass and your face are going to have to switch places."

Jake nodded, his cerulean hair bobbing and falling into his eyes. Obediently, he turned, but he felt both nervous and bashful about sticking his rump in Nalz's nose. Before anything could happen, he made the executive decision that the sizable bulge in Nalz's trousers needed to be set free and allowed to come out and play. The belt, buttons and zipper all fell away easily. Nalz obligingly lifted his butt and pulled up his legs to make the job of losing his clothes easier; keeping himself entertained by massaging the perfect posterior that filled his view.

Nalz's length--a deep bluish-purple and already moist--now freed, lay on his stomach. Jake had gotten well acquainted with it at the company party, but he still had to admire the masculine beauty of it; lovingly running his fingertips over it, drinking it in with his eyes and then, with his mouth. The tip disappeared between his lips. The taste of the lizard was light on his tongue, his scent heavy in his nostrils. His senses were wide open and intoxicated by the older man's strong musk. There was no alcohol this time to hinder them.

For his part, Nalz was a little more impatient. He wrapped his lower arms around Jake's thighs, one upper hand gripping the boy's rump and the other guiding his length to his lips. He felt Jake's soft moan around his length more than he heard it. The crocodile-skink wasn't short, but his size, compared to Nalz, made the position less than ideal.

After a few minutes, having given Jake what he'd wanted, Nalz shifted gears to what he wanted. Jake's length slipped, coated in a thick film of saliva, from his maw and he nuzzled his way past the intern's dangling balls and up into his rump. His tongue poked between his lips, dragged across the intern's fine, pebbled scales until it met a soft spot of flesh. The way the boy tensed up made Nalz's cock even harder, swelling and leaking a bead of pre into the intern's maw. He loved giving pleasure; making his partner moan and beg for more was as much a turn on as anything else.

And moan Jake did. He'd never been rimmed before. It felt dirty and a little uncouth, after a long day of work, but he couldn't deny the pleasure that burned through his synapses like little bolts of lightning.

Then Nalz's tongue left. A slight breeze from the air-con on his wet skin made him shiver. He felt Nalz moving around, heard the _pop_of something opening and then another something, cooler than the air, under his tail, spreading around with the help of a finger; then that finger pressing, slipping inside him with ease, deeper and deeper. Jake's gasp was muffled by the thick meat stuffed into his mouth. Moaning, when a second finger quickly followed the first, he struggled to keep up his suckling. Slipping in, pulling out, in and out, more lube, in and out. His tail quivered when Nalz ground his fingertips against his prostate, pre leaking and dripping onto the big lizard's sculpted chest.

Jake rest his snout on Nalz's belly, the lizard's cock touching his snout as he stroked it, a bit of pre smearing on the edges of his lips. The, now three, fingers gently fucking him were wonderful, curling and probing his insides. All the time he'd spent training his ass in the shower at home was paying off. He was having no trouble and not an ounce of discomfort. But he hadn't done that to take Nalz's fingers.

"Hand me that bottle, Mr. Z."

Without a word Nalz placed the bottle of lube into Jake's palm, face up and sticking between his thighs. Jake squeezed out a large glob onto his palm then slicked it over the entirety of Nalz's length. There was no such thing as too much lube, as far as his butt and Nalz's dick going into it were concerned, anyway.

Nalz reached an arm over the edge of the couch and rummaged through the discarded articles until he found his underwear by feel. He wiped his hand off on them and offered them to Jake, when he'd finished turning around. Jake accepted the article and soiled it further, cleaning the excess lube from his fingers. He had learned that Mr. Z was a stickler for cleanliness. While he was wiping his hand, Nalz gripped the crocodile-skink's shapely ass firmly, manhandling him around until Jake's ass was situated just so.

Jake tossed the underwear to the floor. Looking down, between his thighs, he could see some of Nalz's cock, light from the window behind him glistening off it.

This was really about to happen! He'd tried to imagine what the lizard would feel like buried deep inside him when he'd been in the shower, fingers as deep as he could manage. It wasn't easy, having to bend his wrist and reach. In a few moments he wouldn't have to imagine anymore. He didn't see any point in delaying. Not that he wanted to in the first place!

"Aren't we eager?" Nalz smirked, squeezing Jake's rump.

Jake was surprised when he didn't blush, from Mr. Z's comment and feeling the pointed tip of his slick length rubbing under his tail, seeking his entrance. He wanted this far too badly to feel embarrassed, he considered going so far as to consider himself uncharacteristically desperate for it.

Nalz relaxed into the couch, folding his upper hands on his chest, and let Jake take control. His eyes drifted closed in pleasure, concentrating on how it felt, Jake's hand carefully guiding his length, momentary resistance suddenly breaking, enveloping him in a warm embrace. He maintained the grip he had on Jake's rump, but didn't pressure him to sink lower.

Jake braced his hands on Nalz's chest, leaning forward and slowly dropping his weight, impaling himself on more and more of the older man's stiff, throbbing cock. He slowed and stopped himself, the pressure and discomfort mounting--panting and waiting for his body to adjust. Now he wished he'd had something more life size to practice with.

"Take as much time as you need, but you're already more than half way." Nalz encouraged the intern, rubbing his thighs with his upper hands. "I'll commit the view of my dick buried in your cute ass to memory in the meantime." Jake huffed through his nostrils. Nalz smirked and gave Jake's cock a teasing tug.

Outside, visible through the office's single picture window, the sun was finally starting to reflect the time of day. The sun's rays had waned from harsh and glaring to a warm, gentle glow. A soft halo of light silhouetting Jake's lithe form.

Nalz rocked his hips when Jake's rump finally met his thighs. "Knew it would fit."

Jake smiled shyly through gritted teeth, but his grip on Nalz's sides belied that it hadn't been an easy feat. Easy or not, he'd finally had his way and knew, without a doubt, that the wait had been worth it. He found Nalz's unique shape to be quite comfortable, once it was all the way in. The base of the lizard's length was quite a bit skinnier than the girth of his last bulge. Jake was content to rock his hips against Mr. Z's, perfectly content, full of the man's endowment and the experienced hand softly stroking him.

"Mmm, I've an idea," Nalz said and twisted to reach onto the floor. Jake mumbled nothing in particular. He came back up with Jake's charcoal colored, white pinstriped sweatshirt. "Put this back on."

"How come," Jake asked, but sorted out the garment and slipped it over his head, shoving his arms through the long sleeves.

"Because I found you rather fetching in it, boy. Sucking me off, bottomless, at the party. Just like you seem to enjoy me still wearing this stuffy shirt. Ah yes, lovely." Nalz's voice rumbled with pleasure as he tugged the sweatshirt straight, ending just below Jake's hips, making the crocodile-skink's brick red length stand out proudly.

The hands on Jake's rump urged him up--up over the three distinct bulges of Nalz's cock, up until only the tip remained ensconced in his tail. Then down, stretching his tail wide until Mr. Z was hilted. Jake groaned each time Nalz's hips pressed against his ass, panting lightly from the effort and the pleasure spreading from deep in his gut.

Nalz held an upper hand in place around Jake's stiff length, letting the intern fuck his hand as he rode the lizard. With his remaining free hand he rubbed his palm and fingers up the intern's chest, down his side, over his hip, then down his thigh and finally back, retracing the path.

"I'm glad we were interrupted at the party."

"Hmm?" Jake moaned. He gripped Nalz's hips with his legs and bent down, elbows on the couch with his hands squeezing Nalz's lower shoulders.

"This is much better than--mmph--it would have been if we were drunk."

Jake smiled and nodded, mouth falling open in silent ecstasy as Nalz's hips slapped against his rump.

Three swift raps on the door disrupted the rhythm of their coupling. Wide eyed, their eyes met in shock. Nalz sat up, shivering involuntarily, Jake's tail cinching down around his cock. "Who the fuck?" he growled.

"Mr. Z? Jake? It's Mara." A muffled voice called through the door.

"Why is she still here," Jake whimpered into Nalz's chest, where he was trying to hide his face. "I told her not to wait for me and go home."

"Well...tell her to go the fuck away," Nalz whispered fervently. "Tell her, shit, I don't know. Tell her I'm on the phone and that we'll be awhile still." Jake nodded slowly and pushed himself up.

"Mr. Z is on the phone," Jake started, loud enough to be heard, but soft enough to not interrupt the non-existent phone conversation. "Now Mr. Z is glaring at me." He paused. "He says he'll not be done with me for a while."

"You've been in there forever!"

"I told you not to wait."

"I thought you might not want to walk home by yourself."

Jake thought for a moment, looked down at Nalz, then back at the door. "Mr. Z said he's going to give me a ride home."

Nalz glared.

Jake shrugged, smiling mischievously.

Nalz was getting more annoyed by the second. He didn't like getting interrupted while he was enjoying himself, especially not a second time. "Mara, go home! You're not even supposed to be in the building this late after hours without permission! I'm sorry you and your boyfriend can't walk home together," Nalz snapped with all the ire he could muster. Not that that was difficult to accomplish.

Jake snickered softly. What would Mara think if she knew that, at this very moment, Mr. Z was balls deep in my ass, Jake wondered. And that was saying something considering the lizard's balls were internal! Imagining her visage, frozen in horror, jealousy, and rage, all at once, brought a satisfied smirk to his lips.

"Okay, Mr. Zurrani, I'm sorry I interrupted your phone call." Nalz didn't find her apologetic tone very repentant.

"Don't let it happen again and I'll forget all about this little incident."

Nalz listened intently to Mara's footsteps until he couldn't hear them anymore. He sighed and rolled his eyes. He looked at Jake and shook his head.

"I really wish she wasn't one of my interns. She has been annoying me since day one. Why do you hang out with her?"

"I don't. She's had it out for me ever since you started taking an interest in me."

"Taking an interest in you?"

Jake shrugged. "You know, talking to me more than her, eating lunch with me in the lounge sometimes, disappearing with me at the company party. Really, even just looking in my general direction."

Nalz's brow furrowed. "Did you tell her what happened?"

"Fuck no! I mean...I would love to totally rub it in her face, but no, I haven't said anything," Jake paused, filling the silence by sliding his hands up Nalz's chest. "But she does suspect there is something between us."

"I suppose it doesn't really matter," Nalz said, rolling his shoulders, his lower hands stroking Jake's thighs. "Not like I'm doing anything against company policy. Well, aside from using my office for unofficial activities." Jake smirked and wiggled his hips.

"Guess I'm not the only one who found that interruption unpleasant," Jake sighed. His erection was gone and it felt like what was left of Mr. Z's boner was about to slip out.

"That can be fixed in short order. Up you go, boy." Nalz pushed Jake up by his rump and got out from under him and stood, stretching his upper arms toward the ceiling, semi-flaccid length hanging proudly between his legs; which, of course, Jake couldn't resist eyeing. "I was getting tired of laying on the couch anyway." He jerked his snout toward his desk. "Time to break in another bit of furniture."

Jake bounced off the couch and joined the older lizard with a smile. "Sounds like a good idea to me."

"It's settled then. C'mere."

Nalz wrapped the crocodile-skink in his upper arms; his lower hands groping and stroking the smaller male wantonly. Jake moaned into the man's lips, permitting his tongue entrance when it brushed his lips. Nalz kept this up while slowly, and a little awkwardly, walking Jake backward to his desk.

Jake didn't have to be told, he simply knew what was wanted of him. The plate glass was cold against his butt. His sweatshirt protected his back as Nalz's lips followed him down, down until his head came to rest on the desktop. Jake blushed lightly when Nalz brushed a loose lock of his cerulean hair dangling over his eye away. As big and tough as he looked, there was tenderness lurking just beneath his grizzled exterior.

The intern groaned softly, one strong hand stroking his resurrected boner--two more hands grabbed behind his knees and lifted his legs; Nalz, reinvigorated, pressed himself against his tail, sinking back into the intern with little fanfare, nor trouble.

"Mmff," Nalz growled, pressing his nose against the side of Jake's neck. "Finally. Can give you a proper fucking like this." The intern moaned loudly when Nalz thrust his full length into him. "On second thought," Nalz grunted and arched his back, almost pulling out, "beg me for it."

"H-huh?"

Nalz growled, nipping roughly down the boy's neck to his shoulder as he pinned his arms above his head. "You heard me. Beg for it. Tell me how much you want it, boy. How much you want this old lizard's dick."

"Ah-ah--come on, Mr. Z. J-just do it! Don't treat me like a dog."

"Beg, bitch." Nalz bit down on Jake's shoulder, tightening his hold on his wrists.

"Please? Please, Mr. Z." Jake whined softly, struggling to move his arms, desperately wanting to hide his face.

"Please, what?"

"Fuck--I didn't spend all week getting my butt ready just so you could tease me!"

Nalz resumed his slow attention to Jake's straining erection, but only because he found the intern's response amusing. "All week, eh? I'm flattered, but you can do better than that."

"Nalz...mmmff-fine!" Jake blurted as Nalz slowly sank into his tight ass. "Fuck me, Mr. Z. I've been wanting this ever since that stupid party!" His words came out so fast they all ran together, but he kept going, even as Nalz's hips ground against his rump. "I even wanted you to fuck me on Darrel's gaudy couch!"

Nalz laughed and lifted his head, holding his body over the writhing intern.

"That settles it. Next company party, we're fucking on that couch and I'm going to make you cum all over it." Nalz grunted out between deep thrusts into Jake, his hips slapping against his rump. Jake started to laugh, but it slurred into a throaty moan.

The older reptile shifted his pace from shallow to deep thrusts, grinding against Jake's rump. His tail found Jake's and coiled around it. The thick tubing that made up the support structure of the glass desktop finally had a reason for being so over built--it made no protest to the lewd activity happening atop it. The computer monitor was the only thing that swayed.

Nalz pulled Jake's arms down and dropped onto his upper elbows. Passionately, he pressed his lips to the crocodile-skink's. Jake could barely keep his moaning in check between ragged breaths; the other two he'd been with had never made him feel this good--this desired. He knew he wouldn't last much longer, not with one hand jerking him off, another squeezing his balls, his arms pinned to the table, and Mr. Big Z stuffing every last inch inside of him.

"Nalz, ahh, M-Mr. Z, I'm close," Jake gasped. Normally, he would have told Nalz to aim so he wouldn't make a mess on his sweatshirt, but, now, he just didn't have the presence of mind to give a shit.

"Good boy," Nalz hissed, nibbling on Jake's throat. "Don't hold back now. Let it all out for me." Nalz straightened up, gripping Jake's thighs with his upper hands as he fucked the intern's perfect rump. He was starting to lose his rhythm, close to emptying himself into the cute little crocodile-skink, but he wanted to watch the boy make a mess of his sweatshirt. Plus, there was just something special about watching such a cute young thing's body tense up, as they tried to hold back their base yearning for release, and then go limp as pure, unbound pleasure suddenly radiated from them. The best part was their silly, angelic grin in the afterglow before they were cognizant of the small puddles of cum left on their body or clothing.

And he was in control of it all; the pillar that the ophidian coils of their needy desire encircled.

Predictably, Jake's entire body tensed. He held his breath and squeezed around Nalz's thick length, trying to hold back his peak. Jake reflexively gripped the wrists of the hands gripping his thighs and rolled his head back against the unyielding glass. He wanted to pull the big lizard down on top of him, to have his weight press him against the glass.

Grinning, open mouthed, Nalz pointed Jake's length up as it pulsed within his grasp. And he was very glad for his impeccable aim. The first jet of cum reached as high as his lower shoulders before succumbing to gravity in a tight parabola to land right in the middle of Jake's sweatshirt. His subsequent ejaculations weren't as impressive, by the time Jake's cock stopped pulsing in his hand the mess it left behind was quite remarkable. Jake's cock flopped wetly into a small fraction of the mess and Nalz wiped his hand off on Jake's sweatshirt--it was far from being suitable to wear in public anymore.

Jake lay still on the desk trying to catch his breath, his heaving chest the only part of him that was moving. His eyes closed tight, his grip on Nalz's intruding length subsiding.

"That was quite a show," Nalz chuckled, very satisfied with himself. "But I'm not done with you yet."

Nalz planted his upper hands against the plate glass on either side of Jake's hips and thrust deeply into the prostrate intern. Jake's moans were soft as he clutched the big lizard's biceps.

Jake opened one eye carefully at first, and then the other when he realized Nalz wasn't watching him any longer. The man's eyes were closed tight, his countenance one of carnal lust. The crocodile-skink's body rocked with the lizard's effort each time his rough thrusts sent his length deep into the intern's yielding body. His quads were starting to ache beneath Nalz's iron grip.

Nalz's eyes opened, slowly, and looked into his, his eyes slightly glazed and mouth hanging open. He dropped, suddenly, onto his elbows, snout tilting to press his forehead against Jake's neck, his lower arms sliding underneath Jake's low back, hugging the intern's body tight to his as his thrusts turned erratic and shallow, burying himself as deep as he could.

Jake smiled and hugged his arms around the bigger male's neck and wrapped his legs around Nalz's waist. He wished he hadn't cum already, Nalz's smooth belly scales rubbed deliciously against his flaccid length; joining Mr. Z in a shared orgasm would have been just that much better. He wanted to say something, but he didn't really know what he could say that wouldn't sound cheesy, like something you'd hear in a porno; the actors grinding their genitals together while their mouths made unconvincing declarations of love and lust. But, maybe, in that moment, what either of them said sounded less than absurd. Perhaps, one of those cheesy phrases might even have seemed perfectly appropriate.

The crocodile-skink pressed his cheek against the side of Nalz's head and ran his fingers through his crimson spines. "I know you're close. Come on, Mr. Z... don't make me wait for it anymore. Cum in me. I wanna feel you fill me up. Please..." Jake felt a little silly, but the words were at least honest. And Nalz swiftly fulfilled his request.

Nalz's spines were incredibly sensitive in the right circumstances and on the verge of orgasm was one such instance where rubbing them could virtually make him cum on command. His entire body seized, muscles rigid, his cock buried to the hilt in the needy intern. Jake groaned lightly under Nalz's mass, his body squished against the glass. A long, deep moan filled his ears as he felt the first gush of warmth deep in his guts. Several more followed each furtive buck of the reptile's hips.

Jake smiled, feeling an odd sense of triumph, as if he'd just achieved some victory. And, in a way, he had by handily defeating Mara at her own game.

"That's it, Mr. Z. Mmm, let it all out," Jake whispered into Nalz's ear. Nalz grunted in response, his body quivering from exertion and ecstasy; the dual pleasure points of his spines and cock being stimulated almost to the point of pain.

Nalz took a few moments to rest as he lay limply on top of the small crocodile-skink. He didn't really want to move at all--warm and snug in the boy's tight rump with his spines being so pleasantly pet. Starting to go soft, he finally pushed himself up, walking his hands back until he was standing on shaking legs. He looked down at Jake, at his cutely disheveled cerulean mohawk, at his wide, bashful eyes outlined by ruddy scales, and then down at his cock buried in the boy's ass where it fit so perfectly, outlined by soft, tan scales that turned dark and earthly on the insides of his thighs. Nalz slid his palms up and down those smoothly, shapely thighs, pleasantly satisfied that he was snug between them.

"Can't think of a better way to end the work week."

Jake got up onto his elbows and beamed up at Nalz. "Neither can I. It was totally worth the wait." Nalz rolled his eyes and then smirked.

"Damn right it was." The reptile bent down and pressed his lips tight to Jake's, who returned the gesture with equal ardor.

"Are you gonna make me wait just as long before next time?"

"Next time? Awfully presumptuous!"

"Does that mean this was a one time thing," Jake asked with a hint of disappointment.

"Fucking you on my desk was certainly a one time thing, as much as I enjoyed it. However, you will have to repay me the favor of giving you a ride home," Nalz trailed off.

"How am I going to do that?"

"Oh, I'm sure you'll think of something." Nalz slowly pulled his hips back until his nearly flaccid length slipped from Jake's thoroughly stretched rump. He shivered, his cock no longer embraced by Jake's warmth. A small glob, a mixture of his cum and lube, drooled down Jake's tail. He gave Jake a quick kiss and then stretched his arms toward the ceiling. Jake was content to stay on the desk and admire the reptile's long torso, framed by his open shirt.

"Well? Don't just lay there, get yourself cleaned up. Seeing as your sweatshirt is in desperate need of a washing machine you can borrow one of my shirts."

After wiping up the mess Nalz had made of his butt and removing his favorite sweatshirt, now stained by his own jizz, and getting dressed--with a shirt that was quite baggy and far too long on him--Jake sat on the couch. Nalz, having made himself presentable, gathered his things. Jake hopped up and found himself scooped up and pressed tight against Mr. Z's chest. He looked up at the lizard and was quickly lost in another long kiss. He let his lips linger before pushing against the big male.

"Come on, Mr. Z, I'm starving. Take me home now, please?"

Nalz groped the intern's ass. He just couldn't keep his hands off. "Already, but you just got finished being stuffed! Fine, fine, 'spose I'm hungry too."

Jake, despite not thinking it was possible to be embarrassed by anything Nalz said anymore, blushed and broke free of Nalz's arms. "Your treat, right? I'm just a poor college student, remember?"

"Just increasing your debt, boy."

"Hmm...I'm okay with that."

Nalz chuckled, grinned, and ruffled Jake's long mop of hair. "Good. Now get your ass out of my office."