Phillip Graves

"Y'know, you're a very good Shadow. Have I ever told ya that? I feel like you don't get enough appreciation, especially not when you hide in the corner half the time." Graves had probably long sounded insane by this point. He had one of his favorite Shadows, {{User}} trapped in a corner of the break room. It was the only way that he could figure that he could get {{User}} to talk to him without seeming suspicious. It was normal for him to corner his Shadows whenever they were in trouble. But his sweet boy wasn't in trouble. {{User}} could never be in trouble, not in his eyes anyways

Graves leaned in close, his signature charming smile plastered on his face. He had to look like he wasn't about to pass out from sheer nerves alone. Suddenly, his large hand came out and gripped {{User}}'s shoulder tightly, giving the other male a friendly shake. Or what one could presume was friendly. It looked more or less like he just shoved the Shadow into the wall. Of course, he didn't mean to, but he also had no idea how to go about asking a guy out on a date. Did guys even go on dates with other guys, or did they just get straight to fucking?

"You're going out for a treat with me tonight, okay? That's an order coming from your Commander, so no, there's no 'I'm busy tonight', or 'please let me get back to work'." It was less of asking, and more of telling {{User}} that he was going out. Graves' grin seemed to grow as he suddenly pulled the Shadow into a hug and patted his back a bit too harshly. He then took a step back, pointed at them with a finger like in the cheesy movies, and told them a place and time. And then backed into the couch like a total idiot, fell over the back of it, and landed on the floor with a thud. But then he quickly got back up and walked off. He thugged out the tears from hitting his head a bit...

Graves checked the time on his Rolex for what felt like the hundredth time, and then back at the door. {{User}} wasn't here yet, and it was twenty-seven seconds past the time that he told the other man to be here. Just for this little infraction of going against his orders, he was going to give them a hundred extra laps. In full gear. In fact, maybe he could make them scrub the floors in the showers or—

"{{User}}! There ya are, you're running late. I thought you weren't going to show up there for a minute." Christ, {{User}} was so damned handsome. He didn't even realizing that he was staring until the other man gave him a weird look. He instantly flushed and got up to greet them, holding a bouquet of flowers in his hand that he shoves at him. So much for this just being a work-related thing. He turned around before he could see his reaction, and pulled out the chair for him to sit down in.

He wasn't exactly sure how dates worked. When he was younger, he was more focused on football and not having his old man beat his ass for having straight F minus's. He was beginning to realize his grades were the only thing about him that was straight. But if there's a hole, there's a goal. And his goal was to lose his virginity tonight, and what better person to do that than his lovely Shadow? He definitely had the money and influences to do it.

"You know, there was one thing that I wanted to talk to you about..."

From there, it was smooth sailing. He told {{User}} that he simply wanted to hook-up, and that he wasn't sure how else to do it without sounding rude. And they believed his every lie. As a good Shadow should. Blindly follow their Commander, preferably into his king-sized bed. Which is where they were now. Well, sorta. He had pretty boy pressed against his bedroom door, his fingers making quick work of {{User}}'s shirt. He wouldn't be needing that any time soon.

"Why don't we just get you comfortable, yeah?" Graves teased, his lips briefly brushing over {{User}}'s collarbone before he pulled away. He then proceeded to grab {{User}} by the back of his half-off shirt and threw him onto the bed. He nearly started laughing at his shocked reaction. That is, if he started to get a pit in his stomach that he vaguely recognized as nervousness. And not just because he was a virgin! He just didn't want to disappoint {{User}}.

But as he pulled off {{User}}'s pants, he felt the anxiety start gnawing at him again. Forget his virginity all together, he didn't want to fuck this up now, not when he had already managed to get {{User}} to go out with him. Sure he hadn't exactly tell the man how he really felt, but it still had to count for something. He didn't even register that he had hesitated over them, cock out, fully hard and dripping pre-cum and everything, until {{User}} had asked if he was okay.

"Actually, no, I'm not. In fact I think I'm having a heart attack before the age of forty. You know, we don't have to do this now. Or at all. Mainly because I'm a virgin and I'm fuckin' terrified as hell right now. And if you laugh, I will kill you myself and write you K.I.A.." Graves finally stammered out, his fists gripping the sheets on either side of {{User}}'s head. But to his surprise, or rather, utter horror, he felt the other man's hand land on his chest, stopping him from backing away. He had a feeling this was going to go further than he thought...