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"Right." Tenna was looking unusually antsy, on top of his normal usual antsiness. "Take 5, everyone. No, make that 15. Take 15."
The other TV World denizens looked at each other in surprise. Tenna was giving them another break? Usually he wasn't this considerate! There must be something wrong with him.
Small Mike watched as Tenna ducked off to his office and locked the door behind him.
He scuttled off to the control room, choosing to peek through the office security camera quickly, to try to see what was up. It hadn't been like him to suddenly run off and shut himself away like that for quite some time, and it used to not be a very good sign.
The fuzzy, black and white camera feed clicked on and he was met with the top down angled view of Tenna panting with his back against the door. Was he ill? Tenna looked around the room nervously, as if worried someone else would be there. Then he busied himself in the side table of his desk, grabbing something, and settling onto his large, plush, desk chair. Battat squinted, trying to make out what the object he'd set on the table was. It seemed to be a cylinder of some sorts, maybe a bottle of something. His questions were answered as Tenna pulled his gloves off with his teeth, undid the top of his trousers, and squirted some of the substance onto his naked hand. It was lotion... Oh. OH.
Battat flushed red as he realised what he was about to witness. He was watching Tenna jack off. He stood, stupidly, gormlessly staring at the camera feed, zero thoughts rattling around inside his head.
He watched as Tenna began frantically stroking himself, letting his head loll back in his seat. He had never seen Tenna like that before. He had seen him naked, as Mike, for costume measurements and such, but Tenna's... lower regions... were usually switched to a blank channel that left him completely flat and featureless. His cock was huge. The camera feed had no audio connection, but he could see Tenna moaning and mouthing something. What he would have given to hear that.
After taking in the sordid show for several minutes, reality finally dawned on Battat. He should not be watching this. He slammed the cut camera feed switch and shut the whole thing down. He was breathing heavily.
Jongler poked their head in.
"Hey, boss. Break's 'boutta be over soon so I got yer a coffee. Watcha watchin'?"
"NOTHING!!" Battat threw his hands in front of the already powered off screens, as if that would hide anything.
"Uhh... okays, boss."
Battat grabbed the coffee and gulped it down in a rush, before wiping his hand against his mouth and stuffing himself back into the Mike suit.
Returning to the Green Room, Jongler filed off with the other zappers as Mike shakily called out "R-right! Places, people!"
Tenna emerged from his office, looking far less antsy than before. His gloves were pristine and his outfit was perfectly put together. No one would have ever guessed that this little extra break time was apparently just so he could have an emergency wank.
Mike faltered, looking away from him, sweating.
"Mike? Are you feeling well? The next segment isn't too taxing, so you could quickly go get more Pluey if you feel -"
"I'M FINE!" He stuttered out. "Um. I gotta talk to ya though, later. Everything's fine, just... yeah." He scurried off, busying himself with some of the Pippins actors who were out of line.
"Right..." Tenna looked puzzled. He then shook his head dismissively, and took to the stage, raring to go, a lot more cheerful than before.
That evening Tenna caught Mike by the water cooler. Mike choked on his drink.
"Mike? What was it you had to tell me?"
"Ah. Uh. It's private. Not here."
"Of course. Why don't we go to my office?"
"Your... office..."
Mike followed him inside, his face growing uncomfortably warm. He made direct eyecontact with the chair that had just been the set for the raunchiest episode of TV Time to date. Tenna sat back down in it and Mike gulped.
"Right. What's up?"
"Um. Now. Okay... how do I put this. You - ah, uh. Your little break time, earlier..."
"Right! Sorry about that. Just had to go deal with something, quickly."
"I know."
"Huh?"
"I..." Mike looked at the floor, then raised a trembling hand to point to the camera in the top corner of the room. "Camera. There's a camera in here."
Tenna blanched. He stared at the camera for a good few silent minutes. Neither of them spoke. "Oh."
"Yeah. Just wanted to let ya know. That that's there. That's all."
"How much did you, ahem, see?"
"All of you - well. Uh. I turned it off!!! Okay?"
Tenna looked mortified, but then also a little... disappointed? It was odd. Why was he disappointed? Mike looked up at him.
"Sorry, Mike."
"No, no! I'm sorry! I didn't mean to see that, I wasn't trying to spy on ya, I'm not some sort of - well, anyway. If you gotta take care of... that... you should probably go back to your actual room, like in future."
Tenna scratched the back of his head, bashfully. "Right, right. Although, y'know, its not like mind having an audience..."
"Beg pardon?" Mike was dumbfounded.
"Like... If I give you a heads up beforehand you would know not to look in... or you could choose to, if you wanted?"
Mike's head was swimming. "Okay." He blurted out. He wasn't sure which one of those two options he was agreeing to.
The next day, Tenna's news report was getting him more and more wound up. There was nothing good to report on. Everything was just dull, boring, the Lightners probably had it on in the background and weren't even listening.
"A dog exists somewhere." Was the highlight headline of the day.
As it drew to a close Tenna tapped his papers on the desk then dropped them down, sighing. He grumbled. He then made screen contact with Mike across the room and his antennae perked up, a small smile curling at the side of his mouth. He stood up.
"Right, take 20 everybody!" He walked up to Mike and dropped his voice to a side mouthed whisper. "I gotta go take care of something. Hope that's alright with you, Mike?"
Mike flushed scarlet. "Y-yeah! 'Course!"
Tenna wasted no time in skipping back to his office and bolting the door closed. He slipped his tie off and hung it and his jacket over the other seat in the room. He retrieved the lotion and threw his gloves on the desk. He gave a glance up to the dormant security camera and waited. A red light blinked on in the corner of it, indicating that someone was watching. Tenna grinned. He was going to put on a real show, this time.
He lounged back in his chair, one hand teasing at his belt, the other popping open his top shirt buttons and sliding inside, tracing across his sensitive chest dial. He gave what was clearly supposed to be a wink to the camera and bit his lip, sliding the belt off and onto the floor, retrieving his cock from inside his boxers and giving it a few long strokes. He made sure he was sat at an angle with his legs parted wide, so whoever his little camera voyeur was could see everything as his cock got harder and harder. It was so hot, being watched like this, putting on a performance like this. It felt scandalous, depraved.
Back in the control room, Battat had taken similar measures, locking the door tightly behind him. His throat had grown dry as he flicked the camera feed back on. This felt so wrong. Tenna didn't really want him to watch, right? He gulped as he registered Tenna's flirtatious wink up at him. Oh, god.
Battat felt himself becoming painfully hard as he whipped his own cock out. He tried to match Tenna's speed, but Tenna was going frustratingly slowly, purposefully antagonising him. He started rapidly pumping his dick as Tenna finally, finally picked up the pace.
He wanted to imagine Tenna was thinking about him, while doing it. Heck. Tenna was thinking about him. He was putting on this show for him.
"Hahh, hahhh - Tenna..." Battat moaned.
He bucked his hips in his chair, getting sent over the edge. He watched as Tenna started to lose it, too. His screen was frazzled and his mouth hung open as he panted. Battat came, as he watched Tenna's silent mouthing again, it looked like he was saying 'Mike'.
Battat caught his breath, watching his boss reach his own climax.
'Mike, Mike, -' "Mike!!!"
"N'yellow?" Battat responded instinctively, caught off guard. Tenna had accidentally triggered the Mike communicator. Now Battat heard it all as Tenna panted and whined, trying to regain his composure.
"Ah, [£%@$], sorry! Mike! I uh - hahh - didn't mean to - "
"It's okay!" He whittered as he tried to hide his own breathlessness.
He heard some faint rustling and zipping noises as he saw the Tenna on the screen sheepishly sitting up straight and recombobulating himself. Tenna then chuckled, softly.
"So. You like what you saw, hm?"
Battat scrambled to find the words to even begin to respond to that, then decided not to beat around the bush.
"Yeah."
"Heh, thought you might. That was fun, Mike! Thank you for indulging me. Maybe we can make this an ongoing thing!"
"Okay! Yeah! Sure!" Battat sat, amazed, still dishevelled and unmoving in front of the camera desk, unsure of what he'd gotten himself into.
"Right! Places!" Tenna had deftly put his appearance back on, not a crease in sight, and was heading back to the Green room.
Battat suddenly scrambled, realising how not put together he was in comparison. Right, fuck! The show! He flicked the camera feed to some other random hallway, grabbed the Mike costume, and darted out the door.