Uncomfortable

Bruce got up from his chair. He didn't know what was going on with Mr. Masutani. He was normally so straight-laced. While the thought of fucking his boss might have initially seemed arousing, the more he thought about it, the more Bruce thought it was a bad idea. What was stranger still, is that Mr. Masutani didn't move from his spot in the chair, as if he hadn't noticed Bruce leave it.

"So fucking happy." Mr. Masutani muttered to himself, palming his cock through his suit pants. Bruce walked towards the door and locked it behind him. He wasn't sure what was happening, but he wasn't about to have his boss get caught jacking off after meeting with him. Bruce walked down the hallway towards his desk and sat in it. Thankfully, he had been in such a daze yesterday, he hadn't packed anything up, so he didn't need to unpack anything. Bruce opened his laptop and got to work. He needed to take his mind off everything.

Before Bruce knew it, it was well into the afternoon. Bruce got a knock on his door.

"Come in!" Bruce said and to his surprise, Jacques walked in.

"Hey Bruce, I'm going on the afternoon coffee run. Can I get you anything?"

"Uh...no i'm fine."

"Are you sure? They just got the cappuccino machine working again in the canteen."

"Ohhh..." Bruce pondered, "Alright, get me one," and Jacques nodded. About a half hour later, he returned, arms full of coffee.

"Here is yours," Jacques says as he fumbles with the ten-plus drinks in his hands. Unfortunately, Jacques loses his grip on the linch-pin coffee, and the entire stack he had, falls on him. "Shit fuck," Jacques yelps as Bruce leaps up from his chair, the hot coffee splashing on Jacques's suit, seeping into his skin. A puddle of hot coffee seeps into the carpet below him. Without saying so much as a word, Bruce pulls up a trash can and tosses the cups still in Jacques's hands into it. Jacques is in shock, still not having fully processed what had happened other than the pain.

"Let me help you with that," Bruce says, quickly pulling off Jacques's jacket. He closed the door and unbuttoned Jacques's suit shirt, which was now soaked in the hot liquid. This exposed Jacques's bare chest. Bright red spots started to form on his skin. The burns didn't look severe, but definitely like they hurt. Jacques whimpered. Unfortunately, the coffee had gotten all over Jacques's legs as well. "Can I take off your pants Jacques, We need to treat your burns," Jacques looked at Bruce and then nodded slowly. Bruce got a roll of paper towels and a water bottle from the corner of his office. "Here, start dabbing your burns with this. It's room temperature, so it shouldn't shock the burns." Jacques whimpered from the pain as began to clean the burns. Bruce unbuckled Jacques's belt and then saw why Jacques had been so hesitant. Jacques wasn't wearing underwear. Bruce took the pants off, tossing them to the side with all the other damp clothes. Jacques looked embarrassed, his knees knocked together.