Disclaimer: It’s been brought to my attention that Ted Turner is more likely to open up a can of legal whoop-ass than the real Bill-n-Steve are, but since Bill-n-Steve 2.0 are so much hotter than the original versions, it’s a risk I’ll just have to take. One more reminder for anybody who’s stumbled straight to this page from a 20-year vacation under a rock: The real Bill and Steve wouldn’t boff each other even if they were the last two mammals alive!
This one takes place some time after the *ahem* climactic scene in the movie, but before Steve gets fired from Apple.
Keep Your Enemies Closer
by
Jezebel Slade
I hate him. I want him. In my dreams, I taste the acid kiss of his betrayal even as I take him.
He walks into my office and closes the door behind him. "Hi, Steve."
"Bill." My stare follows him as he walks over to my desk.
He doesn’t flinch, doesn’t even look mildly uncomfortable. "Everything okay?"
"No, everything’s not okay. You’re two weeks behind schedule." As long as Microsoft is still under contract to Apple, I own him.
"DaVinci didn’t paint the Mona Lisa in a weekend."
"Don’t flatter yourself." They aren’t artists at Microsoft. They’re just the tools artists use to create masterpieces.
"You’re not still mad about that Windows thing, are you?" He smiles. "It was just business."
"Next time I want your kind of business, I’ll cruise Sunset Boulevard on Saturday night."
Is that a flicker of annoyance that crosses his face? "Steve, that hurts."
If only. I prop my feet up and just look at him.
"Just because we’re competitors doesn’t mean we have to be enemies." He perches nonchalantly on the edge of the desk. "You know, you were the best lay I’ve ever had." He runs his finger up the arch of my foot and smiles.
I fight off the impulse to put my feet back on the floor. "Yeah? Well, you weren’t the best I’ve ever had."
"You don’t have to be the best to win." His fingertips dance over the tips of my toes with more finesse than I would have thought him capable of.
"Is that what the point of all this was? Winning?" I’ve walked on hot coals that burned less than his touch does right now.
"Of course. It’s not personal. You just didn’t want it bad enough."
"Bad enough to stick a knife in my partner’s back? I guess not."
"Oh, get over yourself, Steve!" He jumps up, pointing his finger at me accusingly. "You can cut the ‘tormented martyr’ act. I know you."
I stand up, and take a step closer to him. "The hell you do."
His voice lowers and his eyes meet mine in a staring contest that’s for keeps. "You use people, and you screw people, to get what you want. Telling yourself it’s for some idealistic cause doesn’t make you any better than me."
"What makes me better than you is that I don’t do it for the money."
"Neither do I."
I laugh. I can’t help it. He’s either the biggest fucking liar that ever lived, or else he’s delusional. "Okay," I nod, sitting back down in my chair, "why do you do it?"
He steps forward, sinking to his knees in front of me. "You know why."
I clench my fists as he runs his hands up my thighs. This can’t happen again. I grab his wrists, holding his hands at bay. "Do you ever not get what you want?"
He twists his hand in my grip and strokes the inside of my wrist. "No." He smiles. "And I’m not going to start today."
"Why the hell are you doing this?" I don’t want to respond to his caress, his nearness. "The game is over."
"It’s not over until one of us folds." He slides in closer. "I’m not a quitter. Are you?"
"No." I let go of his hands.
"I didn’t think so." His fingers find their way to my zipper.
I’ll play by his rules, for now.
His breathing quickens as he unzips my jeans. He strokes me through my boxers, teasing before he slips his hand inside to free my growing erection.
I wasn’t lying when I said he wasn’t the best. I’ve had more technically skilled lovers. But Bill Gates came closer to satisfying me, really satisfying and not just quenching a physical thirst, than anyone else ever did. As his mouth moves over my cock, all I can think of is how much it excited me to have him, and how deeply his betrayal cut.
He licks me slowly, deliberately, mocking me with every hot, wet caress. I’ve played this scene in my mind so many times, wanting to use him, to have him at my mercy. But I’m the one who’s at his mercy, and he knows it. He looks up, still brushing his fingertips up and down my length, and asks, "Do you want me?" The look in his eye tells me he already knows the answer.
I slide my chair back and stand up, grabbing his arms and hauling him to his feet. I tear at his belt buckle, intent on ending this the only way it can end. He’s hard under the loose fabric of his trousers, excited by the power he has over me. His zipper finally yields as I back him up against the edge of my desk. I grind my hips into his, kissing and biting his neck. He groans and clutches at my back and my ass. I reach for the top desk drawer, groping for– God damn it. I used the last of the hand lotion last week. For one dark, raw second, I don’t even care.
I won’t do that. Not even to him.
I slam the drawer, cursing. "I don’t have any–"
"I do." He reaches into his pocket, pulls out a tube of Vaseline and grins. Presumptuous bastard. "Anticipating the customer’s needs is part of our total service commitment."
"Great." I shiver as his fingers glide over my skin, coating my cock with the cool gel. "Maybe someday you can make shipping software on time part of your service commitment."
"Don’t worry." He puts the lubricant back in his pocket, absently wiping his hand on his pantleg. "We’ll deliver."
"Yeah, you will." I shove his pants and briefs down. "Because if Multiplan isn’t ready by the end of this month, we’re going to sue for breach of contract."
He kicks his sneakers off and steps out of his pants. "You don’t have to get litigious." He turns around and leans over the desk, spreading his legs. "We’re still partners, aren’t we?"
"Yeah, and I guess I know how much that means to you." I press myself against him, my cock sliding against the cleft of his ass.
"We can both get what we want," he gasps as I run my fingers over his erection.
"Really." God, he never stops the sales pitch.
"You know… adversarial symbiosis… it’s not uncommon in nature." He moves under me, just slightly, a little bit of impatient friction.
"Mmm-hmm." I thrust against him, making him wait. "Nature. Where the predators sneak up on unsuspecting herbivores and rip their throats out."
"It’s just the food chain, Steve. Get used to it."
"It’s really as simple as that to you, isn’t it?"
He looks over his shoulder at me. "Yeah, it is. I know how the world works."
"You think you do." I step back, letting go of him.
He turns around, surprised, and I maneuver him back against the desk. "Oh, come on, enough foreplay!" he protests.
"Ssshhh." I silence him with a finger on his mouth, then trace his lower lip. His tongue darts out to taste my fingertip. I have to have him, now. "Lie down."
He raises his eyebrows but indulges me, leaning back and folding his arms behind his head. I slide my hands under his thighs and lift his legs up, positioning myself between them. His eyes are closed, and a sly smile lurks at the corner of his mouth.
"Bill."
"Hmm?"
"Look at me."
He opens his eyes, and I watch him watching me as I enter him. He clenches his teeth and breathes faster. I move slowly, tormenting both of us. A harsh moan escapes his throat when my cock hits that sensitive spot. "God damn it, Steve, do it!"
I want to. My fingers dig into his thighs as I withdraw and thrust again: slow, deliberate, controlled… barely. It would be so easy. It always was. Bill’s an expert at finding weaknesses and exploiting them. I never expected that my weakness would be him.
I look at him, lying there half-naked and tense with arousal, and I feel my resolve melting into a liquid fire that runs straight from my brain to my groin. His eyes transfix me with searing intensity, daring me to deny him the release he craves. He licks his lips and whispers: "Do it."
Something tells me that’s as close as I’ll ever get to hearing him beg.
He smiles as I speed up my strokes. His hands clutch at the desk edge behind his head and he seems to flex his whole body to meet my thrusts. I drive into him, only half-hearing his moans mingling with my own in a duet of lust and triumph. His eyes close and one hand slides down his belly to grip his erection. I feel his climax when he shudders and clenches around me, but I’m looking at his face, watching him forget to be Bill Gates for a minute.
MahaTantra. It’s what Kundalini mystics call that ultimate orgasmic enlightenment that’s like reaching out and touching God. It’s something I’ve never experienced, and Bill probably never will experience, but right now I bet he’s farther down the road to it than he’s ever been. If he could see the pure, guileless bliss written on his face, it would scare him.
I feel my lips curve into a smile as I near my own completion, electric-blue sensation coursing through every nerve-ending in my body. The last thing I see as I spend myself deep inside him are his eyes snapping open and focusing sharply, icy-calm and completely Bill again.
The exhilaration subsides, leaving only the vague discomfort of being here, like this, with him. I withdraw and let go of his legs, leaning forward to steady myself against the desk and bracing my hands on either side of his hips. I stand there catching my breath, not looking at him, just listening to my own heart pounding. The sudden chill of the air conditioning kicking in reminds me that I’m still exposed to the elements. I straighten up, tuck my sated cock back into my jeans and fasten my zipper. Finally, I raise my head to look him over.
He’s going to have to clean himself up before he catches the red-eye back to Seattle, but he doesn’t seem too worried about that at the moment. His arms are calmly folded behind his head again, and he’s smirking contentedly. "So," he grins, "do you still want to sue me?"
"I will if I have to." I join him on the desk, drawing my legs up and resting on my side looking down at him. He reaches for me and I grab his hand, pinning it to the desktop.
He just smiles. "You won’t have to. We didn’t get where we are today by defaulting on contracts."
"No, you got where you are today by using people and screwing people."
"It can be a mutually beneficial arrangement."
"I’m sure." I lean down and kiss him. He parts his lips, welcoming my tongue and meeting it eagerly with his own.
He’s right, the game isn’t over. But he won’t find me quite the easy prey he’s expecting. I’ve seen his weakness… and I have something he needs.
-the end?-
Bill and Steve will return in “What Happened NeXT”
Tags: bill/steve, infamy
