Chapter 24
Harry
Iwoke with a start. I was suddenly and horribly aware of my hard cock pushing against my briefs. Though I was hidden underneath a thin sheet, cloaked in semi-darkness with the door to the bathroom locked, I was still at work. And there was the smallest chance someone could come looking for me.
I moved from my back onto my side on the sofa, cracking my neck as I yawned.
I fully intended to throw the sheet back, get up, and straighten myself before returning to my desk.
But the weight of the past week hit me like a speeding truck.
It was the same sluggish tiredness that I experienced every day.
It had been like this for years. Unless I slept for a full day, there was no way to rid myself of the exhaustion, especially with The Foundation playing a major part of my life. At least at the hospital, I was on my feet. It was harder to focus when I was trapped behind a desk.
It had been going on since I was a teenager.
I’d spend months simply napping for an hour or two at random times during the day and night.
Then, one day, without warning, it would all catch up on me, and I would crash.
I wouldn’t be able to function for days, and I had to lie in bed for however long it took my body and mind to decide we could move again.
I’d been mostly stable recently, but add in Molly’s confusing ‘break’ and the subsequent sexting on top of the late nights, and I could already feel this was too much for me.
I had no idea how long I had slept. My phone was on the small table right beside me. I could have reached out and checked it, but I didn’t want to break the illusion that I could stay here for another hour and not have to think about the world.
I groaned at the hard surface of the sofa. I deliberately ordered a rock solid one so that I didn't fall into a deep sleep, and every time I woke up, I regretted it.
Even shifting to find some relief from the heaviness of my body before returning to work was unsuccessful.
I pushed back my shoulders, brought my knees to my chest, curved my back, and arched my neck.
I'd do anything to feel that pop and crack of my joints that told me again I was unfit and overweight.
With each languid movement, my cock responded, and I found myself rolling my hips to stretch them out.
My cock was comfortably caged between my knees and stomach. I already knew where this was going before I gave myself time to consider where I was.
The late nights, the pleasure, it was all driving me insane. Combine that with the look Dom had given me at brunch, and I was a walking live wire. It was exhausting being so alive along with everything else. One touch and I was suddenly burning up.
I groaned as the tingles at the bottom of my spine began; light, gentle, my anticipation already rising.
I told myself I shouldn’t do it. I didn’t need it. There were better ways to relieve my tension at work. But the other side of me, the one that had awoken during my passion-filled nights, urged me on.
Parting my knees, my hand travelled downwards under the sheet.
I knew this was wrong, dirty, off somehow, but that just made it more exciting.
I’d stripped down to my vest and briefs before napping, making it easier to languidly brush my hand down my body to skim the line of my stomach, just within reach of my cock.
I closed my eyes, reveling in the tension of what was to come.
Slipping my hand over my briefs, I ran my fingers down the outline of my cock.
Relief shuddered through me, though it only made me more hungry for a release.
My mouth dropped open at the sweet ache that came both from my own touch and the distance.
I wanted to feel skin-on-skin, but the more I teased myself, the better the release would be.
I let my fingers soften, finding the full shape of my cock through the material. Pressing one finger to my shaft, I tested my hardness and became lost in the moment.
Lying on my left side, I let my whole body relax, my head sinking into the cushion. My eyes fluttered closed as I licked my lips and cupped myself.
A moan tremored from me as my fingertips pressed firmly against the base of my cock as the heel of my hand rubbed my cockhead. Tingles fluttered through me as pleasure already started to build.
I just wanted to let go again, to lose myself in the sensation. To have precious time where I didn't have to be anyone, and I could just explore myself.
“Harry…” Dom’s voice echoed in my mind, and amusement and lust laced his words. “Do you want me to kiss you?”
My whole body jerked, heat ripping through me, gasping as an image barrelled into me.
The hope for a slow build vanished as my need flared, closing my eyes, floating into the picture before me.
My hand was stretched out, playing with Dom’s bottom lip, trembling at how I touched him. He looked younger: no beard, lighter hair, and less muscle. We were lying together, a blanket up to our shoulders, tucked so closely that I could feel the warmth of his skin.
I moaned as I nodded, answering the Dom in my imagination. My grip on my cock tightened as I was taken away by that fiery look in his eyes, the same one that had captured me at brunch.
In my mind, Dom reached out, curling my hair behind my ear, sending shivers through my body. The younger me had been craving it for so long. Ever since I had begun to listen to him having sex through the wall of our rooms in university, I’d wanted to know what it felt like to be with him like this.
Dom edged forwards, placing the slightest kiss on my lips, but I wanted more. I opened up for him, asking him to take me, to show me what it meant to really kiss another man. And he responded.
He was gentle at first, as if he were testing the waters by simply covering my lips with his. Until he let out a groan, pressing himself deeper into my mouth. He lifted himself up onto his arm, finding a better angle to take me as his own.
Back in the bathroom, I thrust my hips, groaning at the friction of the soft material rubbing between my hand and my cock. I was already caught up in the image. It was so strong and so real that I swore for a second I could feel him with me. I surrendered and gave myself over to my imagination.
“Is this good?” Dom asked, his care shaking my heart.
“Yes, please…” I moaned into the empty bathroom, absorbed in the thought of him. It was as if Dom was there; his sweat, the sheets, the feel of his chest pressed against mine as he buried his hands in my hair.
My hand traced my waistband, pushing under it to find my cock lying hot against my stomach. I succumbed to my need to go beyond the tease and wrapped my fingers around myself, spreading my thumb over my cock head, pulling back my hips to stroke myself.
“Let me give you more,” Dom said against my lips, holding my face, kissing me with a passion I’d never experienced before.
In the fantasy, I was caught by him and by how loved I felt.
There was a moment of hesitation, a fear that it might be how he treated all of his one-night stands, but I swept it away as his tongue ran between my lips and he delved deeper.
I was assaulted by images of him as I ground my hips. The dry grip of my hand only made the ache better. I squeezed and pushed myself, taken away by the heat of him, by the look on his face, and the way he pressed himself against me.
“I want to touch you,” Dom whispered, his phantom fingers finding my nipple.
My other hand crept upwards, brushing my nipple hidden by my vest, stroking myself like he did in my imagination.
I buckled, the hand on my cock stilling as I pinched myself, sending pleasure fluttering through me. “Yes, Dom. Please. Touch me.”
Shuddering at the thought, my twisted imagination conjured images of Dom’s face looking so serious, his entire focus on me. Which just made me more eager for a release.
“I need these off,” he murmured.
Following his command, my hand travelled from my nipple to grab the waistband of my briefs, pushing them down just far enough that my cock was free.
I was going to come. Just the sound of Dom’s voice was pushing me to the edge. In the fantasy, all I wanted was to fall into him. I’d do anything he said, happily drowning in him just to hear the low tone of desire and the strength of his need matching mine.
I pushed myself, racing towards an orgasm despite wanting to draw it out. My thrusts shook the sofa, creaks bouncing off the bathroom walls, so I swapped to firm strokes of my cock rather than hungry thrusts.
“Relax,” Dom said. “Let me take care of you.”
My body softened as I opened myself up to him. It was the sexiest I’d ever felt, even during the late-night sessions with Molly. Stroking myself in the bathroom where I could be so easily caught, mixed with the feeling of Dom encouraging me, made it even more exciting.
I was losing grip on reality and becoming absorbed in the fantasy of him.
My pleasure intensified, and I pressed my face into the thin pillow, trying to quieten my moans as I crept closer to my orgasm.
“Just tell me what you need. Let me give it to you.”
I groaned. So close, so nearly there. “You,” I gasped into the empty room. “I need you.” My guilt towards Molly was drowned out by my need. I hadn’t been able to shake the image of Dom between my legs at brunch, and now it was coming back to haunt me.
I could almost hear his chuckle, the way he liked to push me, make me talk, make me ask for it. But that was only when he teased me. This was so much deeper. I wanted him, and he knew it. He could see my darkest secret, and instead of pushing me away, he was calling me out on it.
Dom climbed down my body, scattering kisses across my shoulders, chest, and stomach. A wave of self-consciousness hit me, but he quickly eased it away by moaning as he reached my cock.
“Don't hide from me,” he whispered against my stomach.
And then I was gone. In my bathroom, I desperately pumped my cock to capture the feeling of Dom surrounding me, consuming me with his touch.
Dom’s face disappeared, his finger stroking my cock as I felt his tongue sweep across the head.
“Oh God,” I choked out. “Dom…” I tried to hold back my cries, until he opened his mouth. He kept his eyes on me, the vibration of his pleasure travelling straight through me as he wrapped his lips around me and took my cock deep into his mouth.
I couldn’t stop myself. The line between reality and imagination was so blurred that I swore he was there with me, guiding me through it all. One last stroke, another thrust from my hips, and my body jerked, lightning sizzling up my spine.
It was so fast. One second I was building to an orgasm, the next I felt my cock rubbing against the back of Dom's throat, and I came.
Pleasure exploded through me as his moans echoed in my ears.
I turned my head, pressing my face deep into the pillow, hiding my cries as I called out the one name I shouldn’t.
“Dom, please. Please, Dom, don't stop,” I begged. It would feel so good to come in his mouth, for him to lick me until I was a mess beneath him. Another image assaulted me. He rose above my body with that grin on his face, the one he always had when he got what he wanted.
And I shivered under him. I’d never thought anyone could be that sexy, but he set off a whole new rush of heat inside me with his smile.
I wanted him to kiss me and tell me what that meant for him. In my fantasy, he curled himself around me, holding me close.
I groaned as my orgasm faded, my hand sticky from capturing my cum, my body still buzzing. I panted as I looked out into the semi-dark bathroom, my eyes wide as the full realisation of what I had done sank in.
A pulse of pain shot through me, lurching in my stomach as a dark cloud of guilt twisted through my chest.
I’d gone too far, stepped into something that I wasn’t even sure was real. Desire pounded through me, stronger than anything I’d felt for Molly.
“You go to sleep, handsome.” I heard Dom’s voice again. I swear I felt the lightest kiss on my forehead. “I’ll be here when you wake up.”
My brow creased, panting, burning, so turned on that I was sure if I pressed my fingers inside myself I would come again.
As my clarity returned, I remembered the day I woke up in his bed in university, before we became friends. It was that hurt look as I asked him, fear heavy in my voice, if anything had happened.
And he’d made it so clear it never would. He looked at me like I was the last thing he wanted to fuck.
So, why did the Dom in that fantasy look exactly like he did back then?
There was no way I could possibly ask him about it. It would be the end of our friendship if I even mentioned it.
Dom might play around, but brunch was the furthest he'd ever taken it. Even then, I couldn't be sure if he was just flirting, or if it was something more.
I shook it off as I sat up, looking down at myself.
How was I supposed to face Molly or Dom after that?
I had to look at it as a challenge, just something else I needed to manage.
If the feelings I thought I'd banished in university came up again when I was next with him, I would deal with them at the time.
Until then, I needed to clean myself up, get back to work, and pretend like nothing had happened.