“Do you have lube in your desk drawer? Any condoms?” Joe asked.
Whatever emotions Scott felt immediately rushed away to make room for panic. “No, I’m s-s-sorry, I—”
“Good,” Joe cut in. “If you did, it would mean you were screwing around at work, and that’s not acceptable.”
Scott let out a little burst of laughter, all his tension disappearing as if it had never existed.
Joe grinned triumphantly. Yes, that was how he wanted Scott—relaxed and happy. “Luckily, I always stay prepared,” he said. “Just in case I have to ride across the city to screw you at short notice.” He reached into his back pocket and pulled out his wallet. He tossed aside everything except what he needed for the task at hand.
Scott didn’t try to move; he lay there, completely content to let Joe do whatever he wanted with him. Catching hold of Scott’s legs, Joe guided them back toward his body. Scott quickly grabbed his knees and held them in place. Unless Joe was very much mistaken, Scott was just as desperate as he was.
Joe hurriedly undid his fly and sheathed his cock in latex before slicking his fingers. Scott was calmer than Joe had ever known him to be. It didn’t just show on his face. Scott was relaxed and ready to take him in moments.
There was no place for teasing in their activities that night. More than happy for everything to move as fast as physically possible, Joe caught hold of Scott’s calves and lifted his legs so that Scott’s ankles could rest upon Joe’s shoulders.
“You have permission to come.”
One thrust and Joe had his cock sheathed inside Scott’s body to the hilt. Scott arched, pressing his head back against the desk as he moaned with pleasure. Joe held himself perfectly still, simply taking the moment to admire Scott and enjoy the hot tightness encasing his shaft.
Scott was magnificent. Blinking open his eyes, he looked up at Joe; his expression a strange combination of peace and lust.
Joe held Scott’s gaze as he pulled back and thrust into him once more. Again and again. Neither of them looked away. Their breaths grew more rapid. Joe’s heart raced faster and faster, but it had little to do with the cardio workout he was getting.
A midnight hook-up in a deserted office shouldn’t have been able to feel romantic. Pounding, desperate sex shouldn’t have felt as if it meant anything more than two men who were frantic to come. But, roses, candles, and diamonds couldn’t have inspired any of the sentiments that raced through Joe’s veins when Scott caught his gaze and held it that way.
Suddenly, Scott cried out. He jerked with pleasure; his hole tightened around Joe’s cock. Scott’s eyes dropped closed as his head tipped back.
Joe wasn’t sure if Scott’s orgasm triggered his own; or, if it was simply that something inside his own psyche had held him back, unwilling to let him come when it might have meant dropping his gaze first.
Whatever the cause, Joe came just a moment after Scott began to spill across his own stomach and chest.
Joe didn’t yell out. He didn’t even breathe. All he could do was enjoy the moment of unadulterated bliss that filled his body, right down to the tips of his fingernails and the end of every strand of hair on his head.
Months might have passed before Joe was able to collect up his scattered brain cells and open his eyes. He had no way of judging time. It wasn’t important anyway. Scott was all that mattered.
Carefully separating their bodies, Joe looked around the office, taking in a few extra details this time. A clock hung on the wall. Its tick was the only thing that broke the silence.
Joe fixed his clothes and pushed his hand through his hair as he shoved afterglow aside and forced himself to be practical when he really wasn’t in the mood.
Scott had been working. Joe had interrupted him. Scott probably needed to put in a few more hours before he was done and could go home. As much as Joe wanted to whisk him away on his bike that very second, and as certain as he was that Scott would let him do that without a word of protest, Joe had a concrete responsibility toward Scott now, and he was damned if he’d neglect it.
It was time he started acting like the kind of master Scott deserved.
* * * * *
“Is s-s-something wrong?” Scott gingerly levered himself into a sitting position on the edge of the desk and looked across the office at Joe.
He wasn’t sure what he’d expected to happen after they’d come, but it hadn’t involved Joe just standing in the middle of the office staring at the clock.
“No, everything is perfect.” Joe smiled and held out a hand to help Scott off the desk.
Scott automatically accepted the assistance even though it wasn’t needed.
“You should clean yourself up and get back to work.”
Scott chuckled.
Joe didn’t. Apparently, he hadn’t been joking…
