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Gregory’s alarmwent off far too soon. There was no way it was already six in the morning. It felt as though he’d just folded his arms around Landon and fallen asleep a minute before. He groaned and pulled an arm from underneath Landon’s snoring body and felt around the nightstand for his phone. It wasn’t there, of course. He’d never taken it out of his pants last night.
Gregory eased out of bed and found his pants in a pile with the rest of his clothes just outside his bedroom door. He leaned down and dug his phone out, silencing the alarm. He had a handful of texts, two from Aaron, and one from Keith. They weren’t anything that couldn’t wait until after coffee, thankfully.
In his kitchen, Gregory popped a pod into his coffee maker then scrolled through his calendar, thankful that he didn’t have any early meetings. He planned on caffeinating, waking Landon up for a blow job,thenshowering and heading into the office. He took a tentative sip of his coffee and returned to the bedroom.
Landon had rolled over onto his side and was snoring softly, body curled into a loose ball. Gregory stood at the edge of the bed and leisurely pulled on his cock until it hardened, then licked his palm and stroked himself earnestly until precum pooled in the slit of his dick. He placed his coffee on the nightstand and leaned over Landon’s sleeping form, dragging his cock across Landon’s parted lips.
“Open up,” Gregory said, his voice soft, yet firm.
Landon mumbled something and yawned. Gregory pushed his cock into Landon’s mouth, not far, but enough to fill him. Landon’s eyes fluttered opened and he diligently lapped his tongue slowly against the underside of Gregory’s dick.
“Good boy,” Gregory praised, “Now open wide and let me use that mouth.”
Landon focused on him with sleepy eyes and dropped his jaw, letting Gregory slide his cock along Landon’s tongue until Landon choked on a breath. Gregory withdrew and slid back in. Landon’s eyes were open now, more awake and he hollowed his cheeks, drawing suction around Gregory’s length and bobbing his head.
“Use your hands. Your throat,” Gregory grunted, smoothing Landon’s messy hair from his forehead. “Make me come.”
Landon hummed around Gregory’s cock and adjusted himself onto his stomach, bracing one hand on Gregory’s thigh and the other around his balls. Then Landon did something with his fingers and his tongue that caused Gregory’s orgasm to barrel through his body like a freight train. He came with a shout, pouring his release into Landon’s mouth.
Gregory braced his hands on Landon’s head while his hips jerked through the rest of his orgasm, Landon humming and mewling around his tender shaft the entire time. Gregory pushed Landon’s head away and his cock dropped against his thigh. Landon looked up at him with his sultry, bedroom eyes and licked his lips before dropping his head back down to the bed.
“Good morning, Sir,” Landon twisted and stretched his body on top of the sheets, his own morning erection standing hard between his legs.
“How do you feel?” Gregory asked, inquiring after the events of the previous night.
“Needy,” Landon answered with a buck of his hips.
Gregory glanced down the bed at Landon’s dick and shook his head.
“Anything else?”
Landon flattened his ass against the bed and shook his head. “I feel wonderful.”
“Good. I need to get ready for work. You can stay if you want to.” Gregory picked up his coffee, finding it much cooler than when it was fresh, and he took a long swallow.
“Can I take care of this?” Landon asked, circling his cock with his forefinger and thumb.
Gregory arched an eyebrow, and Landon took his hand away.
“What time do you go to Rapture tomorrow night?”
“I try to get there around seven normally so I can help Verity check the bars before we open.”
“Get there at six-thirty. I’ll meet you there and you can come then, but not a second before. You know the rules.” Gregory dragged his thumb across Landon’s lower lip.
“I can’t touch it,” Landon said.
“No, you cannot,” Gregory confirmed with a smile. “I’m going to shower; go back to sleep.”
Landon rolled onto his side and tucked himself back into a ball, closing his eyes.
When Gregory got out of the shower, Landon was asleep again, as he’d hoped. Gregory dressed quietly and left his spare key on the nightstand, slipping out of the house without waking Landon.
Once at work, he clicked through all of his e-mails just in time for a meeting with his boss about an ad campaign Gregory’s team was trying to win for a new men’s clothing company. He passed along all the updates he had, including drawings from the art director and quotes from the production companies, then popped out to grab something to eat.
Finally with some free time, he found a corner table at a bistro down the street from his office, ordered a sandwich and lemonade, and grabbed his phone to answer his texts.
