Michael
The only light in the basement shone from the far end of the room. I followed the beam coming out of the storage room, hoping Dax wasn’t messing with my head. No, I knew he was, but I was hoping he wasn’t lurking in the dark somewhere. I didn’t consider myself a chicken, but something about this basement creeped me out. It had rough stone walls and smelled funky, like musty air, stale alcohol from bottles that’d broken and been left undiscovered for too long, and something else I couldn’t identify.
Knowing I couldn’t bribe a coworker to haul the backstock up the stairs tonight was part of my foul mood. Walking in to find out Kerri couldn’t make it in tonight pissed me off. Not only because it meant I had to take care of all the stocking myself, but because she was constantly doing this. And it always preceded her coming into work and telling me all about the new love of her life. And the latest guy was always “the one” as far as she was concerned. Too bad there was a new “one” every three weeks like clockwork.
I yelped when strong hands wrapped around my waist and pulled me between two stacks of old paperwork. Dax clamped his hand over my mouth as he pressed up against my back. “You need to be quiet, otherwise someone’s going to come down here to see what’s the matter,” he warned me.
Dax ground his already hard cock against my ass and I might have whimpered. One hand slid up my chest while the other traveled down my leg. One hand lightly caressing, the other sharply pinching my nipple. I leaned into the sensation, silently pleading with him to do more. He needed to stop because we couldn’t do this here, but god, I didn’t want him to. I wanted everything. I needed so desperately that I didn’t care if we were at my work and could be caught any minute.
“What are you doing?” I asked him. My head fell back against his shoulder as he continued exploring my skin.
“Helping you relax,” he whispered in my ear. Dax spun me around and shoved me up against the wall. “We don’t have time to talk right now, but you need to relieve some pressure. I don’t know what happened today and I don’t want to waste time on that now, but you are going to tell me later. For now, all I want to know is if you’re sure about this. About us.”
He stood so close to me I could have easily reached out and pulled him to where I wanted him, but I knew Dax was taking control of this moment. I had to trust him to make it good. I sucked my lower lip into my mouth and watched his gaze heat as I nodded, unable to form words. I moaned when I felt his hands at the waistband of my jeans. I should have pushed him away and told him to stop, but I couldn’t. I couldn’t do anything but moan as the backs of his hands grazed against the patch of hair leading to my aching cock. There was no way I could go back to work like this.
Dax leaned close and nipped at my ear. “Remember what I told you. You have to be quiet.”
I nodded, wondering how in the hell I was supposed to manage that. I didn’t think anything he’d do would turn me into a screamer, but I was quickly proven wrong when his hand wrapped around my shaft and began stroking. It was rough, almost uncomfortable, with his dry skin against mine, but that just made everything so much hotter. I grunted when his thumb traced through the slit of my cock, gathering precum.
“Feels good,” I praised him. My head thumped against the wall as I began thrusting into his fist. When I couldn’t stop the grunting and groaning, Dax captured my mouth in his, muffling every noise with his tongue.
I could feel a jolt through my spine, my balls drawing closer to my body. I was ready to come embarrassingly fast, but that had more to do with how good Dax’s touch felt than my own disuse.
“Can’t…gonna…Dax…” I thrust faster, harder. Needed more. Needed to find my release.
“Remember, you have to stay quiet,” he reminded me when he broke the kiss. Sensing my urgency, Dax dropped to his knees and redoubled his efforts and moved his other hand down to play with my balls. His middle finger slid back and pressed against the sensitive flesh behind my sac, and that was all it took. I tried to push him off, but that only made him suck harder. “Oh God…Dax…please…”
My world shattered when he pressed a finger against my hole. The coppery tang of blood hit my tongue and I realized that in trying to keep from screaming his praises, I’d bitten my lip hard enough to break skin. That, combined with the sight of Dax gathering the cum that’d dribbled out of his mouth and sucking his finger clean, had me wishing we were at home because I wanted to do this all night.
I slumped against a stack of boxes as I allowed Dax to carefully stuff my slackening cock back into my jeans and tuck in my shirt. My eyes drifted shut as he ran his fingers through my hair. “There, now you look like you’ve been working hard down here. No one but us will know that you were down here getting off.”
“And Justin,” I reminded him. I still wasn’t sure how comfortable I was with him knowing about us, but it was Justin. If Justin and I were able to figure out how to get around the fact that I’d totally shoved him out of my way in an effort to isolate myself, we’d be good. At one point, he’d been my best friend, and I missed that. I missed him.
“Well yeah, but the most you have to worry about with him is that he’ll be jealous we didn’t ask him to join us,” Dax teased. My shoulders stiffened and I swallowed hard.
“You’re not…that’s not something you’d want, is it?” I stammered. It was hard enough for me to get used to the fact that I was falling for a guy; I didn’t think I’d handle it as well if he wanted to get kinky and into shit like sharing and group sex. Up until a few minutes ago, the most adventurous I’d ever been was the day I got caught making out in the treehouse. Sex, for me, had always been perfunctory. It was something I did because Erica wanted it, and everything in life came down to making Erica happy.
“No, baby,” he promised me. “Even if I didn’t know it was something you weren’t looking to do, I don’t play well with others. I’ve done it a few times, but only when I was the third brought in for the night. When I’m with someone, I’m with only them.”
“Good.” I smiled and kissed his cheek. As much fun as this was, I really did need to get back to work.
Dax must’ve also realized this, because he stepped out of my way and gave my ass a quick slap as I passed him. “Now, I’m going to grab a few cases of the standards. You get whatever you can think of, then start making me a list.”
“You really don’t have to help me,” I told him. Now that I wasn’t feeling quite so on edge, I didn’t think I was in as bad shape as I’d originally thought. Yes, it was going to take a while to get everything done when we closed, but I’d done it before.
“I know, but I want to.” As we walked back to the beer cooler, Dax shoved his hand into my back pocket. He squeezed and I held my breath. It was such a simple gesture, but it had my dick threatening to fill again. And if I walked up there sporting wood, everyone would know what we’d been up to. “I am using that key you gave me. Jagger’s gone for the night, which means there’s no one home to interrupt us. I’m going to help you with stocking, then I’m going to tell Justin I have to get going so I can grab some clothes. By the time you get home from work, I’ll be lying naked in your bed.”
“You’re evil, you know that?” I groaned as I followed Dax up the stairs. I was half-hard again, but luckily I was also carrying two cases of beer, which I could carefully place in front of my groin so no one would know about my little problem.
“I know, but I think you love it,” Dax teased. And I did, more than I’d have thought possible. Even with everything the two of us needed to figure out, I loved how effortless it was to think about being with him. My reservations had little to do with how he made me feel and everything to do with what other people would say. Well, as my mother had said in much politer words before I left today, fuck them. If they had a problem with me doing what I wanted to do for once, I didn’t need them in my life.
“Not the point,” I grumbled. Dax laughed as he turned to take the beer he’d carried up behind the bar. I looked down to where Justin still sat keeping watch and had the urge to flip him off or go down there and smack the smug grin off his face. There was no question that he knew what we’d been up to. “Now, do you think you can behave long enough to help me?”
“Probably not.” At least he was honest. “But I promise I won’t embarrass you where anyone can see. Believe it or not, I’m not trying to out you. I just can’t think straight when you’re around.”
“Nice play on words.” God, if it wouldn’t cause problems, I’d shove Dax against the beer cooler and devour his mouth. He probably still tasted like my cum, and I wanted to see how our flavors mixed on my tongue. Although the little interlude in the basement was his idea, I didn’t know that he fully understood just how much good it’d done for me.
The two of us worked together for the next twenty minutes getting everything stocked for the next morning. Dax even suggested leaving a bit of extra stock in the corner so I could top off at close without having to go up and down the stairs.
