I love you, sir. I’d never told a man that before I met you. It’s not a Hollywood kind of love, where everything is candlelight and roses and sparkles. It’s not the happy ever after kind, either. I’m not that naive. I don’t expect that from you.
What I feel is the kind of love where two men live alongside each other and grumble about having to get up to go to work each day. It’s the kind where I do anything and everything I can to make your life easier and more pleasurable, not because I want anything in exchange, but because I can’t think of any other way I’d prefer to spend my life than in being of service to you.
I love you, sir.
Scott paused again. He had to swallow rapidly before he could go on—not because he was choked up with emotion, but, because his throat was so dry with nerves, his stuttering words had become raspy and thin.
I love you, and I would love to belong to you and submit to you for the rest of my life.
You asked what I wanted from you in order to be able to offer you my submission without hesitation. I’m not a romantic, sir. I’m not asking for false promises. I know that most relationships don’t last forever. So I’m asking that, even if we don’t remain together, you’ll consider promising me that you’ll never cut me out of your life completely.
Whatever form it took—friendship, the occasional text—please let me know that I’ll always have some sort of contact with you. That’s the only thing I’ll ask you for.
No matter what your decision, once more,thank you, sir—from the very bottom of my heart.
If you still want me to belong to you, I really want that too.
Yours, Scott.
Scott dropped his hand holding the letter down onto his lap. He lowered his gaze, too. He was so nervous he wasn’t even vaguely hard any more; his softened shaft rested meekly against his thigh.
As the words from the letter ricocheted through Scott’s mind, all he could do was kneel there, completely vulnerable, and try like hell to work out what he could have been high on to have said so many stupid things.
“Look up.”
Scott obeyed.
Joe stared down at him, his expression completely unreadable. He reached out and threaded his fingers through Scott’s hair, down by the nape of his neck. A tug pulled him forward so he no longer sat back on his heels.
Scott opened his eyes wide in surprise. His lips parted. A second later, their mouths met. Caught as off guard as ever, Scott rushed to catch up.
He still held the letter in one hand. Technically, the moment he’d posted it, the piece of paper had become Joe’s property. It seemed impolite to either crumple it in his fist or drop it on the floor. Scott kept both his hands at his sides, half to keep the letter safe, half because, after everything he’d said, it felt wrong to reach out to touch Joe without some sort of official permission.
Scott had bared his soul. Taking any additional risks was out of the question.
“Yes.” Joe growled the word into the kiss.
The next thing Scott knew, he’d been pulled up onto his feet; but that state of affairs didn’t last long. Joe quickly toppled him back onto his desk.
Scott hurriedly set aside the letter, placing it safely on top of the printer cabinet to his left. As soon as his hand was free, he grappled for some sort of purchase on the desk beneath him. Whoever designed it hadn’t been farsighted enough to put any sort of useful handholds on this particular range of office furniture. Scott’s breath caught in his throat as he realised he was unable to manoeuvre himself in any sort of helpful way.
“Freeze.” Joe pulled back, positioning his hands on the desk either side of Scott’s prone body and straightening his elbows.
“Did I do s-s-something wrong?” Scott asked.
Joe shook his head. “I just want to look at you.”
Scott automatically looked down his body to see what Joe’s view of him might be. He lay on his back across his desk. His cock had quickly recovered from its nervousness. His erection flourished. He was shaved just as Joe ordered him to be.
He wasn’t perfect. But Joe had always seemed to approve of the way he looked. There was no reason to believe that would have changed in the last few minutes, but Scott still couldn’t quite convince himself not to hold his breath as he waited for Joe’s verdict.
* * * * *
“You’re gorgeous,” Joe said, eager to remind Scott that he had nothing to worry about in that department. He was perfection. If the rest of the world didn’t see that, they were idiots.
After a few moments, Joe forced himself to stop admiring Scott’s body and turned his attention to his eyes instead. “And, yes, I can promise you that you will always have a place in my life. Forever.”
Scott swallowed rapidly. Emotion swirled in his eyes, threatening to get the better of him.
