Fashion Victimes Ep. 1.7

Kurt had slipped out of the board room quietly after Barbi's speech. He couldn't stand to be around her anymore. Her very pressence was starting to annoy him.
She kept acting like she cared, but it was so obvious that all she was doing was trying to protect Dollhouse. He got the same vibe from most of the people in that room. He hadn't known Eve long, but he knew that she was a good person, which was a rare thing when looking for a young model. He had been the one to sign her. She was his find, and now...
He couldn't help but blame himself. If he had let her go, told her that she didn't have the right look or something, she would still be alive.
Kurt's office was empty, the blinds drawn. He sat behind the desk, closed his eyes, and leaned back. He took a breath.
"Do you want to be alone?" Gio's soft, deep voice seemed to echo in the large office.
"No." Kurt opened his eyes. "Is everyone gone?"
"Mostly." Gio closed the door gently.
"Is Barbi?"
Gio just nodded. He stood in front of Kurt, his large hands gently brushing Kurt's still pink cheek.
"She hit you hard."
"I'll live."
There was silence, followed by a soft kiss.
It took only moments until both men were pulling at each other's clothes.
The moment was spontaneous, and dangerous. That was part of the thrill. He and Gio had never done this before. It had always been in the privacy of Gio's apartment, behind locked doors where the world couldn't pry.
The sound of a door hinge creaking broke the moment of passion. Kurt's eyes shot to the door. It was cracked open, and he could hear the sound of someone running down the hallway.
"What is it?" Gio was breathless, his hands still wandering.
"We may have just been caught." Kurt walked over to the door, looked down the hall. He didn't see anyone, but he knew someone had seen him, and he was surprised to find that he just didn't care all that much anymore.
He knew he would care when Barbi found out, but he would deal with that when he got to it. At the moment he had a half naked male model sitting on his desk waiting for him, and you never keep a man like that waiting.