Chapter 6 The one with the gummy strawberries #2
As soon as he entered the bathroom, making sure no one was in there, Dylan released a much needed groan.
He was frustrated beyond imagination. Being the bigger person and the good guy sucked balls.
Why? Why did he always have to be the decent one, considerate of everyone else’s emotions?
If his dick died and came back as a ghost, it would certainly haunt him until the end of time for putting it through this torture.
Dylan splashed cold water on his face, staring at his reflection in the mirror. “Get it together, you asshat.”
Minutes passed, but his body didn’t seem to want to cooperate. The thoughts and fantasies of what he would do to Jared if given the opportunity were not cutting him a break.
Clenching his fists on the counter, Dylan tucked his head between his arms, letting out a huff.
Anyone who saw him right now would think he was having a panic attack or some shit like that.
And they wouldn’t be wrong. Like a strange outer entity had enveloped him, all these feelings and urges were taking over his last remnants of self-control.
He wasn’t sure if he would make it through this day without painting the inside of his boxers. Fucking shit. How had it gotten to this point?
Just as he was about to return to his desk, the bathroom door swung open. And there, standing in the doorway, was Jared.
“What are you doing here?” Dylan husked.
“What, is the bathroom now private property belonging only to you?” Jared arched a brow, approaching him.
It was tantalizing. He was tantalizing. His usually calm and graceful greyhound energy turned darker, making him look like a fucking wolf on the hunt.
“So, you gonna tell me what’s going on with you? You seem a little... agitated today,” he teased.
Dylan scoffed, not liking feeling like the prey. “I think you know what’s going on.”
“I wanna hear you say it.” Jared stopped barely a metre away from him, his chest rising and falling rapidly with every breath he took, pupils dilating in time.
Dylan straightened a bit. Even doing that, he wasn’t as tall as Jared, but he couldn’t help it. He needed to make himself appear bigger to lull the alarm blaring inside his head that had put his entire body on guard.
“Since that night... I can’t stop thinking about…” He didn’t finish the sentence, afraid to sound like a vulgar whore. “Fuck, I’m not doing this with you.”
“Why not?” Jared seemed hurt.
“Because you’re a kid and—”
“I’m not a damn kid.” Jared scowled. “Is that all you’re scared about?”
“I’m not scared. It’s just—” Dylan pinched the bridge of his nose. “We’re too different.” He looked Jared straight in the eye again. “You still need to have fun, lose your path, and make a ton of mistakes. And I’m way past the tragicomedy that life is at your age.”
“What if I don’t care about tomorrow? What if I just wanna do whatever I want without thinking about the consequences? What if I want you to be a mistake?”
Shit.
Dylan’s gaze cruised over this utterly gorgeous man’s face until it reached his lips. So plump, soft, and delectable.
Why am I rejecting this again?
“Do it,” Jared mouthed.
Fuck it.
Dylan couldn’t and wouldn’t hold back any longer. Jared was taunting, blatantly pushing him to the edge, and all he’d wanted to do for weeks was jump into that abyss.
Closing the gap between them, Dylan gripped Jared’s t-shirt and pulled him against him. Without missing a beat, their lips met in a fiery kiss, tongues chasing each other in a dangerous tango.
This was wrong. And not only because Jared was in a vulnerable mental state. Or because they were complete opposites. Or because Jared was way younger. But because they were also coworkers. At the office.
Dylan always kept work and his personal life separate. He didn’t mind hanging out with the people he saw at the office every day, or in this case, sharing his apartment so Jared didn’t end up living under a bridge, but crossing this line was different.
However, judging by the way his body was reacting, he had reached a point of no return. The artificial strawberry taste on Jared’s tongue, his scent, the warmth of his skin as Dylan’s fingers slipped under his tee... he was already addicted to this man.
His hands roamed Jared’s back, tracing the lines of his muscles as he bucked his hips against him. Shamelessly, they grinded, panting as their mouths devoured each other. Lips burning. Hearts racing.
Fisting Jared’s hair, Dylan broke the kiss. With their foreheads touching as they shared the same cloud of oxygen, he rasped, “I can’t wait to fuck you.”
“Then don’t.”
Jared grabbed Dylan’s wrist and pulled him inside the last stall. Once the lock was on, he backed him against the wall and captured his lips again.
Deeper this time, the kiss was nothing but a physical expression of how starved they were.
Desperate. Unfiltered. Vicious. Teeth crashed and tongues entwined.
Jared’s fingers dug into the skin of Dylan’s neck as he claimed his mouth.
Their bodies melted together through their clothes as they touched, every caress igniting sparks that threatened to burn them to the ground.
Lost in this newfound urgency, Dylan barely registered how quickly Jared unbuckled his belt and unzipped his jeans. The images passed before his eyes in a flash, leaving him mind-boggled when his friend knelt and took his dick in his mouth.
“Oh, fuck!” Dylan breathed out.
The back of his head knocked against the tiles as his hand weaved through Jared’s hair. There was no beating around the bush. He just went for it, sucking him off like a fiend, fist corkscrewing, matching the rhythm of his mouth.
While Dylan recovered some control of his body, his blurry gaze moved down, pulsing and snaking over the grey panel in front of him until it finally focused on the blond locks tangled in his fingers. That sight, oh fuck, that sight.
He pushed Jared’s head towards him, and his dick twitched.
As if that had been a call to action, the man on his knees looked up. Flames lashed Dylan’s insides, scorching his skin on their way out as they stared at each other.
Jared took him deeper, gagging on his cock but not even pretending to ease the pressure. A devious plea was burning in those beautiful brown eyes brimming with tears. Saliva formed on the corners of his lips and dripped down his chin. The vision was so self-consuming it sent Dylan over the edge.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck…” He thrust his hips, tightening the grip on Jared’s hair. Electricity shot in every direction, so strong he wished there was something other than the thin door to hold on to when his legs started to shake. “If you keep it up, I’m gonna come in your mouth.”
Jared couldn’t speak, but his eyes fluttered closed and one of his hands squeezed Dylan’s balls.
He groaned, aware that he was being too loud. That anyone could enter the bathroom now and find themselves listening to an unwanted porno podcast. But he was too far gone to care, too abandoned to the rapture to behave like a civil human and not a stray.
“Is that what you want, huh? To have my cum sliding down your throat?” Dylan pulled out of Jared’s mouth for a moment and forced his head up to look at him again.
“Yes,” he panted.
“You really are a horny slut, baby boy.”
Jared responded with a whimper as he suctioned hard on the tip of Dylan’s cock.
Changing the tempo as if they were competing to see who gave in first, they began to move faster. Jared sucked him like he was trying to rip his soul out, and Dylan held his head in place while drilling deep into the back of his throat, hoping to see him choke.
Sloppy, wet sounds and grunts mingled in the air. Once, twice, three times more, and he was spurting his load into Jared’s mouth. Shivers traveled up and down his spine, setting fire to the ends of his nerves. He growled and shuddered, the sensations so overwhelming he lost his balance.
Lightheaded, with his back resting against the wall, Dylan’s lungs struggled to get some air, but he loved the burn. He fucking loved it.
Minutes, or maybe hours, ticked away before Dylan reluctantly let go of Jared’s hair. He wasn’t ready for this moment to end. Not yet. Not while this impressive yet delicate man was so very enjoying his taste, groaning around his softening cock.
But then, reality hit Dylan and the rush of endorphins flooding his cells vanished, only to be replaced by a feeling of dread—no top had ever sucked him like that.
Sure, there were some that didn’t mind giving head. Others, like him, liked to switch from time to time. But he had never been that lucky. No man that wanted to fuck his ass had ever given him such a perfectly obscene blow job.
“Jared…” His voice came out hoarse.
“Hm?” He was still on his knees, tucking Dylan’s dick back in and fixing his clothes.
“Tell me you’re not a strict bottom, please…”
Under different circumstances, or with someone he didn’t crave so badly, he would have played it cool, but he was too moody to care about his facade and didn’t want to get his hopes up.
A sly, crooked grin tugged up the side of Jared’s lips when he stood up. With his thumb, he coaxed Dylan to open his mouth, only to devour him once again. This time, however, it was wet. Actually... more than that. It was warm and dribbling.
Holy fuck.
Dylan almost melted at the foulness of this act. Their tongues rolled, playing with his cum. The combination of their bodies pressed together and the scent of sex engulfing them sent him to another world.
So fucking indecent.
Completely out of breath, they pulled away, a thread of saliva, or semen—who the fuck knew—connecting them. Jared licked Dylan’s lips and chin, taking his time, sure to get every last drop.
“I am not. And can’t wait to show you when we get home.”