Thankfully, the stretch is more uncomfortable than anything, so at least I don’t have to worry about getting an erection on top of everything else. Nick leans against the sink, arms casually crossed over his chest, waiting for my reply.
As the drier turns on, I consider mimicking his trick from yesterday—replying when he can’t understand me over the noise—but decide against the small act of pettiness, waiting for it to stop instead. “Yes, I got it. I already told you, I don’t think I have time to supervise any clubs.”
“It doesn’t take that much time. Anime meets biweekly on Friday afternoons, Video Games usually hangs out in the student lounge and only need you to sign off on purchase requests et cetera.” He flashes me a charming smile and adds, “Really, I’m giving you the easiest clubs.”
His request is reasonable, and it sounds like he’s put thought into my schedule and interests. I almost give in. But then I think about tomorrow’s meeting with the lawyers, how much of my time and focus this annulment will require. The truth is, I just don’t have the energy to take on new tasks.
Nick tilts his head to the side as he waits for my answer.
“I can’t take over your clubs right now.” I should leave it at that, but I can’t help softening the blow by saying, “Maybe in the fall, when it makes more sense to do a change over.”
I wait for his disappointment, maybe his irritation or anger. For the affable smile to slip from his face. Maybe even for him to threaten to tell people about how I stole his ex-boyfriend in a drunken marriage.
But Nick just shrugs and says, “Sure, fall works for me. I just need to get this sorted before I start my new certification in August. How about we talk about it again in July?” As he passes me, he claps me on the shoulder, giving me afriendly shake. The motion jostles the toy inside me, and I have to bite down on my lip to suppress any inappropriate noises.
Thankfully he doesn’t notice, just continues to one of the stalls, our conversation over.
The walk back to my desk is slow. With every tiny movement, the toy reminds me of its presence. I have to actively prevent myself from hunching over and shuffling like an old man. I pass a few coworkers and nod at them in greeting but don’t linger for any conversations. Back in the office, Jasmine and Felix are still focused on their own work. Neither of them comment on how long I was gone.
I settle back down at my desk and look at the clock: four-sixteen.Fuck.
I don’t get any more work done for the rest of the day.
Chapter Thirty: Euan
I arrive home long before Alex. I can claim it’s because my time ran out in the library’s private rooms, or that my current projects are waiting for someone else to complete their part—all true—but really, I just want to see him again as soon as possible. To spend all our spare time together before I leave. Video calls and court dates won’t be the same as the strange little pseudo-married atmosphere we’ve created in this apartment.
Since I have time, I start making dinner. Nothing as fancy as he made yesterday—just roast chicken with vegetables—but hopefully something he’ll enjoy.
About fifteen minutes before it’s done, the door opens. “Dinner’s almost ready,” I say from where I’m setting the table. “I hope you don’t mind that I—” I pause as I finally look up at Alex.
He leans against the doorframe, face pale, lips drawn tight.
The silverware clatters against the table as I abandon it, rushing to Alex’s side. “Are you okay? Did something happen at work?” I grab his shoulders, holding him steady as I scan his face, trying to understand his signs of distress.
“It turns out,” he begins, words clipped and breathy, “that walking up two flights of stairs while wearing a butt plug is not a sexy experience.”
“While wearing a—” I stop as the words really register. He’s got a toy inside him right now, and it’s at the least uncomfortable, if not outright painful. The rational part of me is concerned that he might have pushed himself too far or even torn something. The other part of me can’t help thinking about the secrets hidden under his work clothes. The tight pink hole obscenely stretched around the thick, black toy.
My grip on his shoulders loosens. I run one hand along his arm, a soothing caress, while the other trails down his back. Alex shudders, and the tightness in his muscles takes on a different feel. “How long have you had it in for?” I ask, my lips brushing his ear.
“I put it in at work,” he admits.
“Really?” I take my sweet time stroking his back, up and down his spine, the tips of my fingers barely brushing the swell of his ass. He squirms, and a small, cut-off noise spills from his lips. “Did you like your first taste of public exhibitionism?” I can feel the heat of his flush against my skin. The short, panting breaths against my neck. “Did it excite you to think people might find out about your naughty little secret?”
“N-not really.”
I trace his crease through his clothes until I bump up against the base of the plug. Alex inhales sharply and clutches my T-shirt, seeking something steady to hold on to. “No? How did it make you feel?” I circle the toy with one finger, making it shift inside him.
Alex presses his head against my shoulder. His hips shift, rubbing the hard length of his growing erection against my thigh. It takes him a few seconds to answer. “Nervous.”
I hum, considering. We talked briefly about attending some kink classes together. Would the crowd make him too nervous to enjoy anything? “Just nervous? Anything else?”
“Strange.”
“Strange because you could feel people watching you?” I tap the base of the plug once, hard enough to press it against his prostate. “Or because of the long, thick toy in your ass?”
A whimper escapes him before he bites down on it. He rocks back into my hand, then forward hard against my thigh, caught between the pressure against his prostate and the friction against his cock. Then he turns and rasps in my ear, “Not as thick as you.” His palm presses firmly against the front of my jeans, measuring the outline of my own eager cock.
