“Hey,” he said again. “Let’s take it one thing at a time.”
“Okay.”
“You know, before I was in hospitality I was in the finance sector.”
“Wait, really?” Farzan twisted to face him, his whole face scrunched up in disbelief. “You were a finance bro?”
“Yup. So I know a thing or two about spreadsheets.”
“Great.” Farzan shifted, putting his hair out of David’s reach, and took a deep breath. “Okay, first of all, my mom’s accounting system hasn’t been updated in fifteen years.”
David winced. “Oof.”
“Yeah.”
Farzan actually knew more than he thought, often realizing the solution to a problem halfway through complaining about it. Where he could, David gave advice, or shared his own experiences. But mostly he let Farzan talk. Farzan talked with his whole body—hands gesturing, arms flailing. He was full of life, full of determination, and there was nothing sexier than a man on a mission.
“And then—” Farzan began, gesturing and nearly upending his wineglass. “Fuck. Sorry. Sorry. I just—”
David grabbed Farzan’s shoulder and gave it a firm squeeze. It was hard as a rock.
“Easy. You don’t have to have everything figured out tonight.”
“But—”
“I get that you’re stressing out about all this, but you’re only one guy.”
“I’m not stressed.”
David dug his fingers into Farzan’s shoulder a bit deeper, and Farzan seemed to melt.
“This isnot stressedto you?”
Farzan let out a low, satisfied grunt that David felt in his core.
What a sound.
“Point taken.”
David dug his thumb into the tight cord along Farzan’s neck.
“You know what’s good for that,” he said, low and soft.
Farzan went still. “I didn’t come here for that.”
“Sure.” David chuckled. “As if you haven’t been staring at my dick in these sweats all night.”
Farzan hid his face behind his hands. “It’s like a pendulum. You’ve dicknotized me.”
David grinned. Yeah he had.
“You know, I still owe you an orgasm. I hate being in debt.”
“Ugh, no more budgeting!”
David just laughed, tugging Farzan a little closer so he could get both hands on his tense neck. He kneaded the tight muscles, leaned in so he could whisper in Farzan’s ear.
“No more budgets. Can’t I just make you feel good because I want to?”
