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Surprisingly, Andre didn’t look half bad today. Actually, as of recently Andre had been looking more appetizing than usual. Appetizing? Brett questioned himself, trying to figure what the hell that meant.
Usually, Andre looked like a mess, hungover or still high from what he’d done the night before, and sometimes he had a smell to him. Brett could never tell what the smell was, he just knew it wasn’t a bad one.

He took his eyes off Andre and instead looked down at his hands.
They were all sitting around the triangular table in the meeting room, everyone except Reagan. Brett came in maybe 5 minutes ago, but he had already run out of small talk for the crew. Other than him, nobody really put effort into their conversations, sometimes Gigi or Glenn might have some input, and most times Myc threw an insult or two. Andre was always somewhat quiet before their morning meetings started. The doctor would sit and watch the crew talk back and forth intently, his eyes following whoever was talking at the given moment. If Brett wasn’t a part of the conversation, he wouldn’t do the same. He would find himself watching Andre, looking into his eyes and tracing his movements, always adamant on how the other was feeling. Was that weird?

No way. That’s just how bros care for each other. He didn’t have a crush on Andre. He didn’t even like men. He was maybe 60% sure of it. There was no way at all that he, Brett Hand had a crush.

“Yes you do.” A monotone voice broke the silence. Brett looked up frantically. Shit! Myc. He forgot that he was always in his head. Myc was always in everyone’s heads, Brett definitely had to remember that. To him that was properly terrifying.

“Brett. Yes you do.” The voice reaffirmed.
Brett laughed and shrugged his shoulder. He raised his hands up to look innocent. He really wanted Myc out of his head right now, cause in the back of his mind he knew the telepathic was right.
“Get out of my head man.” He said in an obviously bothered tone, while still trying to stay calm. Did Myc know how much he thought about Andre? Did Myc know how much more he cared for the scientist than the others? Of course he did. At this point he bet the mushroom knew everything personal about him. Brett did not like that one bit.

The others were all silent, focused on what they were arguing about.

Brett stood up. He coughed. “I’m gonna go get some water.” He sped out of the room.

There was a water cooler in the hallway, the one that had Stem Cell Steve in it was in the break room.
Brett made it to the cooler and shakily grabbed a cup. He was not enjoying the realization that Myc was always in his head. Of course he knew that Myc was telepathic, but he figured the mushroom would’ve found a way to tune it out, or wouldn’t have cared enough to listen.

Right after Brett had his first sip of water, he saw Myc approaching. Fuuuuck. Brett stayed silent as Myc walked up to him.

“You’ve got a fat man crush on Andre, and there’s no point in denying it.” He said. “Good news for you though, is that Andre thinks about you too, just maybe not as harmlessly as you do. He wants to bend you over his operating table and put-“

“Stop it! Please.” Brett interjected. As great as it was to know that he wasn’t alone in this he didn’t have to hear the details. Especially not from Myc. For all he knew, the telepathic could be lying through his teeth (did he even have teeth?) right now to cause drama.

“Wait really?” He questioned further.

“Yeah man. I mean it. Well, you’re not the only one he fantasizes about. Everyone in the crew basically, even Glenn sometimes. But you’re the most prominent one. I mean today especially.” Brett felt blood rush to his cheeks. “Did you seriously not notice him staring at you? Like the things he wants to do to-“

Brett saw Reagan going into the office. That was his cue to head back.

He cut Myc off mid sentence. “I’m gonna go.”

Brett turned on his heel and dropped his now empty water cup in the garbage. As he hastily walked back to the meeting room he could only hope and beg that he could keep his composure while he was in there.

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“Nice of you to join us Brett.” Reagan mocked.
Brett let out a small huff to acknowledge her.
He went back to his seat. He was definitely still red in the face. Nothing he could do about that now. Another upsetting thing was that he couldn’t seem to take his eyes off Andre. He tried to focus on what Reagan was saying, she seemed pretty happy today and so Brett wasn’t too worried about her. He got the gist of what she was saying. Basically, it was that they didn’t have anything to do today, unless J.R. came up on the big screen with a mission for them.

Myc came back in. Brett almost didn’t notice because he was too busy studying Andre. Brett was staring so intensely you could almost cut the tension between them with scissors.

The others were engaging in light conversation, but not Brett. He was drowning in conflicting emotions, worry, annoyance, wonder, lust, heat, confusion- he didn’t know how to feel. He just couldn’t take his eyes off Andre.

Gigi caught on.
“You okay Brett?”

Brett averted his gaze from Andre to Gigi. “What? Yeah- I’m fine. Great even! No need to worry about me!” He was not keeping his cool. He was also not hiding this very well. His face was red hot, his arms were shaky and with all the thinking about Andre, and what Myc said, something else was brewing in his pants. He was not proud of that part.

Reagan made a small “Ahem.” Everyone looked over at her. “It’s been long enough, I think we have a free day! You can all go and do, whatever it is you do, I guess.”
Everyone stood up to go to their respective offices, and once Brett had turned to go, Reagan stopped him. “Stay back a sec Brett.” She urged.

Brett turned to her and sat back down. She sat next to him. “You okay man?”

Brett panicked, could he tell her what was going on? Was she one to trust? What options did he have? No point in hiding it he guessed.

“Well. Um- I think I like someone. And I think Myc confirmed it? I don’t know.. that’s what we were talking about at the water cooler. I’m sorry. I’m just confused a little- actually a lot.” Brett felt tears well up in his eyes. “I’m sorry Reag-“. He felt a hand on his shoulder. Reagan didn’t usually do physical touch so this meant a ton to him. She was definitely concerned for him, he realized this was what he needed. Someone to talk to, that wasn’t already in his head.

“Brett. I got you. You can tell me.” She leaned in a bit more, she looked caring and comforting in a way Brett hadn’t seen her before.

“Well, I could’ve sworn I wasn’t into men, you know? I’ve never had a crush on a guy before and if I was gay it definitely would’ve shown to me back in college- I mean I was surrounded by hot frat guys! Wait. Oh.”

Reagan giggled at that. But she hid it quick and kept listening.

“Um and I don’t know if this counts as a gay awakening but I just can’t stop staring at-“

“Glenn?” Reagan cut in and asked.

“WHAT? nonononono. Reagan why would you think, how could- what? Why!?” Brett was taken absolutely aback by that. Was it not obvious that it was Andre? Don’t get him wrong - Glenn was a great guy. But not the kind that many fall for. Brett was sure he had some charm back in the day, but Andre. Andre had the cutest little giggle and the most enamouring eyes. He could stare at Andre for years and not get bored of him. But it was a hundred, no a thousand percent not Glenn.

“Relax man! I was joking. It’s obviously Myc.”
Reagan was obviously joking with this but Brett was too stressed to notice. “I don’t know if that counts as gay though, that’s more of a non binary situation, dude.” She laughed a little more heartily this time.

Brett looked like he’d just been possessed by a ghost. His jaw was hanging wide open. He looked stressed, worried and starstruck all at the same time. Not too much of a good look for him. He reclaimed his composure and dropped his head into his arms on the table. He couldn’t even look at Reagan. He was really crying now.

“No. It’s Andre.” He mumbled into the table.

Reagan giggled again. “Yes, I know dummy. It’s very obvious. Don’t think I don’t notice the way you stare at him whenever you can, and the way you talk to him and care for him just that much more than the others. It’s not exactly subtle, but you do have to look a little to notice.”

Reagan readjusted the way she was sitting so that she was still facing Brett but she was more on his level. She leaned her head onto one of her arms. Brett continued to sob. Reagan’s hand wasn’t on his shoulder anymore but down closer to his hand, almost holding it.

Brett held in the tears a little. He sat up and took a few deep breaths. He looked at Reagan. “Would it be a bad thing if I was gay for Andre? Or even just in general?” He stared, waiting with anticipation.

“Brett! Of course it would be fine if you were into men, and I’m pretty sure Andre is into everything under the sun. So no worries in that department.” She responded.

Brett relaxed a little. “That’s good to hear. I’m glad I have you here for me.” Brett thought to himself, he bets that Myc is hearing this whole conversation and what’s going on in their heads too. Fuck off Myc. He regained his breathing. “So um. Thanks Reags.” He looked back at her.

“Anytime pepino!” She joked. “Go up to your office, chill out about it, I’m sure it’s no big deal man.”

“Sure.” Brett got up to leave, but Reagan stood up at the same time. She jumped forward into a hug. Brett hugged back. Reagan squeezed really hard. She didn’t hug often. That meant so much to him that his tears came back a little.

Without a word, Reagan stepped back and left the room. “Good talk.” Brett whispered. He was feeling a little bit better about it now.

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Brett sat with his legs up, crossed over each other on his desk. He was absentmindedly fiddling with a clipboard and pen, just kind of doodling, passing the time. He’d mostly gotten his mind off that morning’s events, plus even Reagan thought it wasn’t a big deal, and he trusted her.
His phone chimed. He looked and it was a message to the group chat. Gigi was asking if someone could check up on Andre because he wasn’t answering his phone. Without thinking first, Brett replied “sure thing!”.
After he sent it, it dawned on him. Shit. Could he even talk to Andre? What would he say? Fuck. Well he was surely fucked now. Brett brought his legs off his desk, and sat up straight. He took a few deep breaths and stood up. He could do this. It was easy. Go to Andre’s lab, remind him to answer his phone, and get out. Simple. Brett went out of his office and headed to the elevator. Andre’s lab was on the floor just below his. Brett’s office and Andre’s lab were basically on top of each other. They were basically on top of each other. Oh my god. He had to calm down before he got there.

He made it to the end of the hall and pushed the down button for the elevator. He tapped his foot nervously. The halls were weirdly empty.

The elevator dinged, the doors slid open. Empty too. That put some ease on Brett’s mind. Nobody to worry about except himself.
Whilst in the elevator he stood in silence, but his mind was racing. He was fine five minutes ago, but now, at the slightest mention of Andre, he was a flustered mess again. His face was hot, his body shaky and his breath heavy. Brett recalled his past crushes. None were really as intense as this one. Most were light, fleeting interests, of which he would barely act on. This one had him twitching and writhing under his skin, he craved Andre. It felt weird.

The elevator dinged again, this time doors opening to another persons face. Brett tossed the man a friendly smile and stepped out. Straight ahead. Andre’s lab was straight ahead, the same way his was, cause they were pressed on top of each other. No, just stacked on top of each other. Brett had to chill out before he got there. Deep breaths, he took deep breaths as he walked.

Andre’s office door was almost shut, just a crack open. It was dark in there, the lights were out, and any curtains shut.

Brett knocked. The door just swung open further, and no one answered. He peered in without taking a step, just leaning into the doorframe. He saw Andre sitting on one of the medical beds, doing something on his phone, with headphones in.
Brett stepped in and waited for Andre to look up at him. He used the waiting time to study Andre’s body, from his legs to his hips, to his chest, to his face. God there was nothing wrong with this guy. He was just so perfect.

Andre looked at Brett and took out a side of his headphones. “Hey.”

Brett took a few steps more into the room, closing the door behind himself. “Hi Andre. Um-“ His face was definitely bright red right now. “Gigi sent me down to make sure you answer your phone.”

Andre paused whatever was playing into his ears. He put his phone down on the cot. His full attention was on Brett, and there was no chance that Brett could handle that for more than a few minutes.

Brett walked over to the medical bed and leaned on the edge of it.

Andre responded. “Sorry man, I’ve got everyone on mute right now, cause I’m a little too busy enjoying myself.” He smiled at Brett.

Brett took it the wrong way though. “I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to interrupt. I’ll go!” He started to turn around to leave, but Andre spoke up.

“Nah man. You’re good. I was just about to go find something new to do, but hey, problem solved when you walked in.”

Brett blushed even more. His knees felt wobbly. He had to sit down. He pulled over a wheeled office chair and sat down. He rested an elbow on an arm rest.

What did Andre just say? Something new to do? Wait, was he the something? Oh my god. He thought. He squeezed his legs crazy tight together, and just looked at Andre. Andre had this weird look on his face, almost like he was really into what was going on, but at the same time it was almost sinister. Oh no. Brett felt a little trapped. He had something planned, didn’t he?
Brett brought his hands down to cover his crotch just slightly. His problem was back.

It was very clear that Andre knew exactly what was happening, and exactly what he was doing to poor Brett. He swung his legs to the side of the bed and stood up. He leaned on the bottom end of it, facing Brett.

Brett did not say a word, or move a muscle. He figured he would just meet his untimely demise, and be done with it. God knows what Andre was going to do to him. Experiment on him, drug him, even kill him? All three were reasonable options. The worst part is that if Andre did any of those things to him he’d probably be extremely into it too. Brett wasn’t ashamed of his growing problem, just a little shy with showing it off to the man that gave him butterflies.

“So, Myc was in here juuust before you came in, Brett. He told me all kinds of things. We’re pretty close actually, he tells me a lot.” He smiled at Brett in the most intimidating way possible.

To Brett, not only was this terrible and terrifying, but he found it kind of hot. Him being in a compromised position while Andre takes advantage of him? It was almost kinky. He could only hope that this was where Andre was going with this too.

Brett, feeling bold, shifted one of his hands to the side a little, making it a tiny bit more obvious as to how he felt about this whole situation. Andre’s eyes went straight down to Brett’s crotch, and back up to his face. With that, he stepped closer.

“Myc told me about what goes on in that pretty head of yours Brett. What you think, what you imagine, what you fantasize. Oh man. You sure are a lot more than I chalked you up to be.” He stepped closer.

Brett was enjoying this more than he should’ve been. This was exactly what he was aching for, even if it didn’t go the way he hoped it would. Feeling bolder, he moved his other hand off his crotch, his bulge on full display now. Andre looked again, this time for a much longer period. Brett watched him, he watched Andre’s eyes glaze over his bulge and he watched his lips, imagining all the things they could do, other than turn him on the way they already were.

By the time Brett refocused himself, Andre was close enough to be breathing the same air as him. Brett was naturally taller than Andre, but since he was sitting down, and the other standing, the doctor was slightly taller than him.

They made eye contact. For a long time. Just looking into Andre’s eyes, he felt precum leaking out of the tip of his cock, wetting his boxers. Andre looked down at Brett’s crotch again, and then reached a hand up to tilt the other’s chin up to his face.

He whispered, “Seems like you have a bit of a problem down there. Need some assistance?”

Brett almost moaned just at the question, but with his mouth shut, looking into the doctor’s eyes, he nodded.

Andre didn’t look satisfied with that answer. “Use your words Brett. Tell me what you want me to do.”

Brett felt those words in the pit of his stomach. That was probably the hottest thing anyone had ever said to him in his entire life.

Brett took a deep breath. He whimpered a little before saying “I, I want you to help me cum. Something, anything, please.” He looked up into Andre’s eyes. Something lit up in them. The doctor’s cheeks were red too, maybe he liked to be begged, he probably enjoyed the powerful role he had right now.

He smiled. “Say it again.”

Brett felt his dick twitch at that. “please. Andre, help me cum.”

Andre leaned down and placed a long, much anticipated kiss on Brett’s lips.

He opened Brett’s suit jacket. Brett had on an almost transparent white button down on underneath, with his red tie. While Brett watched him, Andre took the suit jacket off of the other, as well as his tie. He undid all the buttons on his dress shirt, so that it was open and his bare chest was out. Andre ran a hand down his chest, feeling every groove and every muscle on his way down.

He went to his knees, hands at the sides of the other’s now spread legs, looking up at him.
“Good boy.” Andre chided, lengthening his words so that it sounded more teasing.

That almost made Brett cum in his pants right there. That would replay in his mind until he lost all meaning to the words.
He groaned. “Andre, say that again. Please.”

Andre rebutted. “Undo your belt.” In a very stern and almost controlling tone.

Brett obliged and obeyed almost immediately, his hands shooting down to his belt to open it. Once he’d gotten it undone, Andre stopped Brett’s hands and looked up at him again.
“Good job Brett. You’re doing so good for me.” While doing the same thing with his words that made Brett’s head go all fuzzy.

He got to work on taking Brett’s pants off of him, Brett lifting off the office chair for a second to help him out. Now, with his pants around his ankles and his erection fully visible, he felt exposed, his bare chest out in the air, his cock just barely covered by a thin, but also soaked layer of fabric.

He could tell that Andre was impressed by the size of his bulge, or that he was at least eager to get it out in the open for him to see. Brett didn’t consider himself to be bigger than average, but he didn’t have anything to be ashamed of.

Andre palmed it a couple times before pulling down Brett’s boxers just enough to have it spring out at him. He didn’t say anything about the fact that Brett had already soaked his underwear before Andre even got down to it, but that didn’t seem to bother him anyways.

Andre took Brett’s dick in his hand, and used his thumb to spread the precum that was leaking out of the tip around it.

At that, Brett whimpered again and watched what Andre was doing more intently.

The doctor looked up at his eyes once more and said, “It’s okay Brett, you’re being so so perfect for me right now. Good job baby.” He stretched his words out even more this time, just trying to get a reaction out of the other at this point.

Brett moaned and whined at that. And he whispered a small “thank you” to Andre just loud enough that he was sure he heard it while deciding against pushing it any more.

When Andre started to pump his cock, Brett’s head jerked back and he moaned into it more. He’d never been this vocal before during a sexual encounter, but it didn’t seem like Andre minded, so he continued.

After pumping his cock for some time, Andre leaned forward and licked a stripe up the side to the tip. Brett groaned, as he didn’t expect this, all the thought this was, was a handjob. But this was even better, he was not complaining.

Oh my god. He thought. He was going to have a man’s mouth- no Andre’s mouth on his cock. Today was surely a good day.

Andre licked another stripe up the other side of Brett’s cock, and this time at the tip, taking it into his mouth and beginning to bob up and down on it. Brett erupted into whimpers and moans. He hoped that either this lab was soundproof or that the neighbouring rooms didn’t mind a bit of a broadcast. He was being loud.

Andre did this thing with his tongue around the tip of Brett’s dick that made Brett feel something familiar in the pit of his stomach. He was going to cum. Finally. He tried to warn Andre, but his noise level was just the same if not louder than before, so Andre didn’t notice.

Brett’s back arched and he whined as he came right down Andre’s throat. One of his arms gripped an armrest while the other held down Andre’s head on his cock. When Andre popped off of it, there was almost no mess. He had swallowed nearly all of it.

Like a champ. Brett thought.

He looked at Andre, admiring his perfect features and the fulfilled smile on his face.
“Thank you.” He said.

Andre looked back at him. “Of course. You did so great, and you sound so hot too. I could listen to you forever and not get bored of it.”

That made Brett blush beyond comparison.

Andre stood up and wiped off his face. “Stay there, let me go get something to clean you up with.” He walked over to his little kitchenette and grabbed a roll of paper towel.

Once he’d come back, he started to wipe off Brett’s crotch area and his inner thighs. Brett pulled his boxers back up and then fixed his pants. He left his shirt unbuttoned, threw his jacket and tie over his shoulder. He stood up and looked at Andre. “I guess I should get going?”

Andre walked back over and placed another long kiss on the other’s lips. “Sure. And you can visit me anytime big boy.”

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On the walk of shame back to his office, Brett met Myc in the elevator.

“So, you acted on your impulses huh? Good on you man. Might wanna change your pants though, couldn’t hold it in, could ya?” Myc teased. There’s no way he didn’t know what just happened.

The elevator opened. Myc laughed as he left. Brett wasn’t even ashamed, he was proud of himself for stepping out of his comfort zone.

When he got back to his office he put down his jacket and tie, and found himself his chair. He sat down and was reminded of the chair in Andre’s office. He could hear Andre’s words ringing through his head. He really liked this feeling, and he didn’t regret what happened either!

He checked his phone. Gigi had absolutely blown it up with messages. Apparently the thing with Andre was important. He typed, “Andre should be on it soon. Don’t worry.” He sent it.

Now he needed a plan to get to his car with his extra clothes, without being found out for what just went on.