Scott stood naked before Joe. Courage. Joe had said that he believed him to be far braver than he thought he was. Scott hoped like hell that he’d been right. He looked up at Joe and met his gaze. “I think my c-c-concentration might be shot for the night, s-sir.”
Joe frowned.
Scott didn’t look away; he didn’t even allow himself to blink.
“I should have thought of that,” Joe muttered, apparently more to himself than to Scott.
Putting a hand on Joe’s arm, Scott pulled his attention back to him. “It’s not a p-problem.”
“You have the right to get your work done,” Joe informed him, seriously.
Scott gave in and looked down, but he had the feeling he was starting to understand the problem. “You were supposed to b-b-be working tonight t-t-too.”
“I called in sick.”
It was what Scott had guessed. “Maybe, just this once, I could do the s-s-same, s-sir? There’s n-n-nothing I can’t c-catch up on tomorrow.”
“Just for tonight,” Joe allowed, after a second’s consideration. He nodded, it was all settled. “Get dressed.”
Scott pulled his clothes on as fast as humanly possible. They were warm, but still damp and not at all comfortable. Now, he was getting cum-stains on them too, but Scott doubted he’d be wearing them for long anyway. His clothes always had a way of disappearing whenever he entered Joe’s flat.
A quick check around the room to make sure they hadn’t left any evidence of their activities; a call to the security guard to tell him he’d be leaving earlier than usual, and Scott was ready to go.
Within a few minutes, Joe had kitted Scott out for the ride and they were on his bike, whizzing their way to Joe’s place. Scott wrapped his arms tightly around Joe’s body and closed his eyes, relishing both the closeness and the vibrations being Joe’s pillion passenger provided. The journey rushed past in what felt like moments.
Almost before he was ready for it, Scott found himself standing just inside Joe’s flat. Just as he’d mentally predicted, Joe’s order arrived barely a moment after he’d clicked the flat’s front door closed behind them.
“Strip.”
Scott did as he was told. The rain might have stopped when they were busy in his office, but his skin was damp from the wet clothes and his hair had yet to dry out properly. The cold was starting to sink into his bones. Without a word, Joe disappeared deeper into the flat. He issued no command for Scott to join him.
Unsure what else to do, Scott remained by the front door. A shiver ran down his spine. He shuffled his feet as subtly as possible, in an attempt to make himself warmer.
“Here.” Joe appeared, bearing a large navy-blue towel and wrapped it around Scott’s shoulders. It was warm and fluffy. It felt marvellous against Scott’s chilled frame. A few minutes later, a much drier Scott found himself bundled into Joe’s bed. The even more marvellous heat of Joe’s naked body replaced the warmth of the towel.
Scott was in something close to nirvana as he gloried in Joe’s embrace. Minutes slipped past. Scott felt his eyes drift closed, but he quickly re-opened them.
Joe chuckled behind him, sending tremors of pleasure through Scott’s whole body. “Get some sleep.”
Scott shook his head. “I’m f-fine, sir. I—”
Joe clamped his hand over Scott’s mouth. “Do as you’re told. Get some sleep. I’ll still be here when you wake up.”
Scott nodded against Joe’s shoulder.
Joe took his hand away, but he didn’t let even a breath of air creep between their bodies. Unless Scott was very much mistaken, Joe was trying to fuss over him, in his own leathery kind of way. Scott smiled as he closed his eyes. Leathery was good; knowing Joe cared about him was amazing.
* * * * *
Joe was gone.
Scott gasped as he jerked completely awake and sat up in the middle of the bed. He looked in every direction, but there was no way to avoid the fact that Joe was gone. Panic fountained up inside Scott. When he’d fallen asleep, Joe was there and now—
And now, Joe was coming out of the bathroom. He was nude, his hair was sleep ruffled, his chin coated in stubble, and he was as gorgeous as ever.
Joe rubbed his face and yawned. He blinked as their eyes met, any trace of sleepiness vanishing from him. “Did you have a bad dream?”
Scott cleared his throat, aware that Joe had sensed his panic, but not sure what to say to excuse it. “Would you l-l-like a blowjob, sir?”
