2. Cole
Two
Cole
Friday comes too quickly. And I shouldn’t be complaining but as I tug at my black blazer, I’m feeling too stuffy and self conscious.
Determined to make this day good, I get to work and start researching the nearest resources in Northern California.
Our company, Sealine Voyages, offers resource guides to visitors from all over the world.
I get to deep dive into anything and everything. Honestly, I can’t believe it’s a job. It started off as a company for people in the area on vacation and quickly grew to outsourcing different research for companies who want to invest in the area or start up here.
If a trucker needs the fastest route from here to southern California, I’m their man. If a couple wanted to get married here, I send them the best venues.
I’m pulled from my project when Anthony leans close to my face.
“Jesus!” I yell, swiveling back and back into his foot.
“Sorry!” He says with a laugh. He pushes his phone into my line of sight.
I give him an obligatory laugh, then sit back in my chair.
“My girlfriend, Bella, is coming to get me for lunch.”
“Nice,” I say, genuinely. “How are things going for you two?”
He does a little dance. God this man is too good to be true.
“I’m going to ask her to move in with me!”
“Wow, that’s huge!”
He nods and continues his little dance.
“Are you asking at lunch today?”
“Yeah.”
“Good luck buddy!”
We fist bump and he goes back to his desk.
I did not plan on being a twenty two year old with a best friend who’s almost forty five. But he crawled into my heart two years ago when we shared cat memes and annoyed everyone else about The Office jokes.
My desktop pings and I see there’s another instant message.
Salvatore A: Will you come here a moment?
Me: Sure
I haven’t interacted with him this much in the last six months. It can’t be bad news, I tell myself.
When I get into his office he motions for me to close the door. Then he motions for me to sit. I follow the quiet instructions.
“I didn’t mean to intrude on your personal life yesterday, but I just want to be sure you feel safe.”
This dude who never talks to me is worried about my safety?
“I don’t know what you saw…” I begin to say.
He holds up his hand. “You don’t need to explain yourself. I’m just making sure you haven’t felt discriminated against at any point.”
Ah. Because I’m gay. My brain filters through the last two years of being here.
He clears throat. His dark eyes narrow. “And to make sure you’re… safe.”
“I’m fine.” My answer comes out sharply.
What does he care? As far as I know, he hates me. Those dark, brooding eyes never look at me with anything other than what I would describe as disdain.
“Okay. Let me know if you need anything.”
Huh? Where did that come from?
We look at each other for a long moment before I realize it’s my turn to speak.
“Okay.”
I get up and leave, closing the door tightly behind me.
I’m annoyed… but for some reason Anthony’s big, curious eyes and the feeling of my boss’s gaze following me makes my stomach do flips.
I sit at my desk and tune everyone out.
What just happened? And most of all, why is it making my brain buzz?
The only thing that pulls me from my focus is the vibration of my phone on the desk.
Danny: Miss you
There’s an image too. I click on it. It’s a selfie of Danny. Well, specifically his hard dick straining in a pair of tight Grey boxer briefs.
“Hot.”
“Jesus Christ!” I jump and drop my phone on the floor. I scramble to grab it and click it closed.
“What’d the boss want?”
I want to tell my work bestie off for scaring me. However, I’m glad I can bitch about the boss.
“He thinks Danny hurt me when he was watching me earlier this week.”
He grimaces and stands straight. “Did he?”
I shake my head. “No! We’re both consenting adults who like each other.”
Anthony lifts a brow.
“I like what we have going on.”
“M hmm.”
Yeah I’ve openly complained about Danny’s complete lack of interest in being anything more than hook up buddies.
He ruffles my fluffy brown hair. The recent cut I got didn’t help the wild waves and they spring under his fingertips.
“You deserve better.”
I shrug.
What’s the alternative?
My gaze flits to my boss. He’s finally not watching me, but instead, he’s pouring over some papers on his desk.
He’s amazing at his job, constantly finding the referrals so we have a job.
I bet he has no trouble getting dates. Probably supermodels. Ladies who fawn over his muscles that occasionally strain under his formal shirts. Too bad he isn’t wearing one of those black, well fitting polos that hug his enormous biceps. I can’t help but wonder if he’s gifted in other places as well…
I shake myself from the inappropriate thoughts. Realizing Anthony is gone, I clock out and head to the bathroom. I need a break from this strange day. Sure, I want to be more than some regular Joe, but I don’t want my boss riding my ass… bothering me about what I do in my spare time.
I’m not sure what’s got me so hot and bothered but my dick twitches in my gray denim joggers.
I’m not sure what possessed me to whip it out and start pumping like crazy but a hot gasp leaves my mouth as soon as I touch my dick. Taking my phone out, I open Danny’s pic. But it’s not enough. He’s such a fucking tease.
I start recording as I stroke my dick up and down. My body rocks in rhythm. It feels so damn good I find myself leaning against the cool tile and gazing at myself in the mirror as I fuck myself with my hand.
I want more. I wish it was Danny.
No .
I wish it was my boss.
Fuck that’s messed up.
I groan as my toes curl in my skater shoes. I bet my boss hates how informally I dress.
Why does the thought of his disapproval turn me on more?
Chills tingle at the base of my spine. I can tell I’m close.
I’d love for the boss to grab me by my hair and swivel me into the cool tile. He’d ram me in the ass so good. Too good.
I’d have to bite back my moans so they wouldn’t echo in this little room.
I’m so lost in the moment it takes me a moment to realize what the clicking of the door handle means.
It means I forgot to lock the door. And instead of rushing to lock it like a sensible person, I watch in horror as it opens and I find myself standing face to face with my boss. His eyes widen in surprise as he looks me up and down. I drop my phone and it clatters on the ground.
I’m standing bare ass against the tile, dick in hand, hair a mess and blinking without a sensible explanation of what’s happening. Not that it’s sensible by any means.
“Oh,” is all he says.
Shit .
I snap out of my horror and drop my dick, which is worse though because I don’t immediately go soft. Instead, my hard dick swings a couple of times before sticking straight out between us.
“I…”
We’re both frozen in this moment of pure awkwardness. The haze from pleasure is completely lifted and burning shame pours into my chest and creeps into my cheeks.
“Fuck.” I bend down to pick up my pants.
As I’m about to pull them on, Salvatore steps closer, his breathing raspy.
“Stop.”
I freeze in place, the shame still pulsing through my body. I stand back up and look him in the face.
There’s something burning in his eyes. It’s not disgust as I expect, but something else… There’s something in the hitching of his breath and narrowing of his eyes that tells me he wants me. It’s pure, unbridled passion.
Except, he’s not gay, is he?
“Tell me to leave,” he says in the huskiest voice.
I blink trying to understand what’s going on here. I’m standing with my pants halfway up my legs and my dick out.
My boss is ordering me to tell him to leave.
“No.”
What am I doing?
“Stay.”
Huh?
“Who was that in the car with you?”
Biting my bottom lip, my mind is reeling. “The guy I hook up with on my lunch breaks.”
There’s a question in his eyes. He wants to know if he’s about to fuck something special up.
“On occasion.”
He’s so close my dick accidentally jabs his nice pants. Those are way too nice to get a precum stain on.
His proximity and radiating sexuality does not help my raging boner and it twitches against him accidentally.
“Shit, sorry.”
He’s looking at my lips. “Don’t apologize unless you’ve really fucked up.”
His words make my throat spasm. I want him to kiss me.
“Touch me,” I say instead. It’s not romantic in any sense but it activates him. Any previous hesitation is completely tossed aside.
Without looking his one arm reaches out and closes the door and locks it. Then he faces me and watches me, waiting for me to say something.
I’m surprised by what comes out.
“Were you jealous? ”
I don’t clarify. He doesn’t need it.
Bracing the wall on either side of me, he leans down and lets out a long breath.
“Yes.”
Fuck .
The need to be touched burns and I can’t help but buck my hips.
“Is this what you want?” Ever so gently his hand grazes my dick, caressing the air around it.
My hands are at each side and I dig my fingertips into the tile grout.
“Yes,” I answer in a shaky breath.
His soft lips graze mine. “This is highly inappropriate.”
I nod. For so many reasons this is wrong. But I don’t care. I want him to grab a handful of me. I want him to get on his knees and suck me.
“Touch me!” I plead, bucking my hips so my dick touches more of his firm, thick hand.
What those meaty hands could do to me.
“What made you so hot and bothered in the first place?”
Normally, talking when we could be fucking, would irk me. However, this is insanely hot.
“Those damn muscles,” I say without thinking.
His wry grin causes goosebumps to blossom across my skin.
“And what would you want me to do with these muscles? With these hands?”
A little moan leaves my mouth picturing what he could do.
“Be explicit,” he commands.
“I want your finger up my ass.”
My words hang in the air and I’m ready to feel ashamed or embarrassed. Instead, the greedy pleasure consuming his eyes eggs me on.
“I want your warm, wet mouth sucking me to the back of your throat.”
He licks his lips. He looks like a hungry predator and I wish he would hurry up and devour me.
“I want you to pull my hair and leave hickeys all over my neck.”
“Mm.” It’s a low grumble and makes my eyes roll to the back of my head.
“If I touch you, there’s no going back.”
I start bucking my hips, afraid I’ll start cuming simply from this exchange.
“I need you to touch me, please .”
God I sound so fucking needy. I don’t care though.
That firm hand grips my dick and I swear to god I see stars the moment he strokes me up and down just once.
“Shiiit,” I say, my legs wobbling beneath me.
I turn my head to the side and instantly he’s leaning in and breathing into my ear.
“Let me suck this perfect little cock.”
“Ahhh,” I buck my hips again, finally feeling an ounce of relief.
Starting from the base he slowly moves his hand to the tip and does that a couple times before picking up the pace.
I’m about to tell him to stop so I don’t cum before he gets on his knees but it’s too late. The wave of pleasure overtakes me and I’m bracing the wall as I shoot my load all over the bathroom floor. He keeps pumping in tandem with my orgasm and I’m about to collapse.
My boss doesn’t let that happen as he pins me against the wall.
“Are you okay?”
“Yeah.” I stand up and stabilize myself. It’s strange touching him.
He moves away as we both catch our breath.
I almost question if this all just happened except I glance down at my dick, cum all over the floor, and my boss with a slight wet spot at his crotch. Those poor nice pants.
I’m not sure what to do. What just happened?
“Why don’t you get yourself cleaned up and go take a break?”
My brain isn’t processing correctly.
“Cole?”
“Okay.”
Seeing that I’m frozen in place, I watch as he wets down several paper towels and starts cleaning the proof of our good time from my legs, then the tip of my dick before pulling up my underwear and pants for me.
I should thank him. Or, pay him?
Fuck what’s happening?
Grabbing more paper towels he wipes up the floor and washes his hands. Then he grabs my phone and tucks it in my front pants pocket.
I should do something besides stand here like a statue.
Once he’s dried his hands he pulls me from the wall.
“Are you okay?”
“Yes.”
I shake my head and offer a forced smile.
“Go get a smoothie or something.”
I nod. I leave but he hangs back.
“I need to piss.”
Ah. So he didn’t follow me to the bathroom. He seriously just had to use it.
“Bye.”
I sound so fucking pathetic.
I turn away and book it to the stairs. I peek back and catch his dark eyes watching me.
My cheeks burn crimson as I round the corner and keep jogging down the steps replaying what just happened in my head.
My phone buzzes and I wonder how my boss got my number.
Danny: I’m outside
My heart falls to the ground.
Fuck.