“I’ll be there in fifteen minutes.” Joe hung up before giving Scott time to comment on that plan. It wasn’t up for debate.
Storming back down the stairs and out of the house, Joe didn’t have room in his head for any thoughts that didn’t revolve around getting to Scott as quickly as possible. Even an inch of space existing between them at a time like this was completely unnatural.
Joe had behaved himself and he’d played nicely. He hadn’t rushed Scott. He hadn’t contacted him once since he promised to give him whatever time he needed in which to write his letter.
Now wasn’t the time for that kind of politeness.
Scott wanted to belong to him. Scott was his. Scott had no right to be any place other than by his side. Or, even better, Scott should be trapped beneath Joe’s body while Joe pounded into him.
The building Scott had directed him to was in near darkness. Only four lights were on. One was beneath a sign proclaiming it to be the security office. Two shone through the windows of what appeared to be some sort of office area. The final light was set outside and illuminated what Joe guessed to be the entrance leading to those lit-up offices.
Under that last light stood what was easily the most beautiful sight Joe had ever seen. Scott. He was in his shirtsleeves. The rain had plastered the thin white fabric against his skin. His trousers were equally damp. His hair was slicked down to his scalp, and he was gorgeous.
Joe stopped his bike directly in front of Scott. He jumped off almost before the tires ceased spinning. “Does anyone who works here think you’re straight?” he demanded the moment he’d pulled off his helmet.
Scott frowned. It was hard to imagine any more anxiety being able to fit onto his face, but he made room somehow. He shook his head. “I-I’m c-c-completely out, s-s-sir.”
Joe didn’t give him the chance to say anything else.
Two strides put him in Scott’s personal space. Another three had Scott’s back pressed against the wall alongside the entrance.
Scott gasped against Joe’s mouth, allowing Joe to deepen the kiss without even needing to ask for access, let alone demand it. Just like so many times before, Scott relaxed and moulded himself against Joe’s body the moment he knew that Joe had taken control of his world.
He kissed Joe back as if he’d never been happier for his mouth to meet another man’s lips. The rest of his body quickly decided it was quite pleased to see Joe too—especially Scott’s cock. Joe grinned into the kiss as he felt Scott’s shaft harden. By the time Joe broke the kiss, Scott’s erection was straining against his fly.
“You got my l-l-letter?” Scott asked, although it was obvious he already knew the answer.
“Are you going to get in trouble for me being here?” Joe countered.
Scott shook his head. “It’s only m-me here. Well, and Stan on s-security, but I rang him and t-t-told him someone would b-be joining me. He doesn’t care. He’s watching s-s-some sports thing anyway.”
Joe took hold of Scott’s hand and led him into the building. One of the internal lights turned out to be set in a corridor. It guided the way to the only lit office.
“Why are you working in the middle of the night?” Joe demanded, as he closed the door and sealed them in the office.
Scott swallowed rapidly. “Y-you tend to work l-late at the club a lot. Whenever we’ve met up, it’s always been l-l-late. I asked my b-boss if I could work the s-s-same kind of s-s-shift pattern you do. He said he didn’t mind what t-t-time I did my work, as long as it got d-done. So I…” Scott shrugged.
He’d rearranged his work hours to suit Joe’s lifestyle. Even if he was trying to avoid saying it outright, it was the obvious truth. Joe mostly worked nights, so now Scott mostly worked nights too.
Until that moment, it hadn’t occurred to Joe to wonder if it was convenient for Scott to meet him at what the majority of the population would probably consider to be really odd and sleep depriving times.
“I sh-should have asked for your p-permission, r-r-right?” Scott asked with a strange mixture of shyness, anxiety, and pleasure.
“What do you mean?” Joe stripped off his leather gloves and jacket and set them aside.
“I’m not sure how it works wh-when one man b-b-belongs to another man… sir.”
Joe stopped. He stopped moving. He stopped breathing. He stopped rushing around like an idiot. And, he finally started thinking about what Scott needed rather than what he wanted for himself.
Decisions made, Joe nodded to himself.
The handle of the door leading back into the corridor was fitted with a lock. Joe turned the key and made sure it was secure. The windows were covered with blinds. No one could see in.
“Strip.”
Scott blinked.
“I’m not being kinky, darling. You’re dripping wet and ten minutes away from freezing to death. Take off your clothes. Put them on the radiator so they can dry while we talk.”
