The Reward #2
Despite my distress at not finding the scroll behind the sarcophagus, I smiled. My arms were crossed from agitation, so I wiggled the fingers of my right hand, knowing full well that Merry would take it.
He did, spinning me outward like a move from Dirty Dancing, only to reel me back in until I was nestled against his side. “Hey there, gorgeous,” he purred.
In my mind, he was the gorgeous one. He had big, beautiful black eyes, short black hair, naturally springy and thick, and the most adorably wider and yet delicate nose that looked especially cute when he had sunglasses perched atop it.
He didn’t have sunglasses on now, since it was after sunset, but his touch was the real thrill.
His dark skin was so soft and smooth, I never tired of feeling it brush against mine.
He was handsome enough to be a model—which he also did on occasion—but his real profession was dancing.
Currently, he was in a sold-out production of the musical version of Aida.
He played one of the Egyptian guards alongside Aida's love interest Radames, as well as being part of other ensemble dances.
He got to do some very sexy, masculine moves in that show, which I could watch over and over again.
“Ready to go?” Merry pulled me in front of him, keeping a firm hold of my hands.
Tonight, he wore a black button-down, black slacks, and an azure blazer.
He always looked so good in blue.
“Almost. I’m looking for something.” I pulled from Merry’s grasp to continue searching for the missing scroll. If it wasn’t near its case, I might need to do an entirely new overview. “I have some other bad news too.” I glanced back at him.
“Oh?” Merry took one of my hands again and started leading me through the exhibit. “And what might that be?”
“Mer, I said I’m looking—”
“Then look in this direction. What’s the bad news?”
I sighed. It wasn’t as if I knew where to look for the scroll, so any direction brought me past areas I would need to check anyway. “We can’t get too crazy tonight. I mean it. I have to come in early tomorrow.”
“Amy’s fault, I assume?” He snickered.
“Who else’s?” I continued scanning for the scroll. She might have left it anywhere.
“We can maybe be a little reserved,” Merry said, “but the place I’m taking you to makes the best sage and honey margaritas of your life.”
“Mm, that sounds so good…”
“Not as good as your lips are going to taste after drinking it.”
“Wait a minute…” I realized Merry was dragging me deeper into the exhibit, and I had no idea why. “Where are you taking me?”
“What? You look really good against all this gold and bronze and pops of color.”
“Yeah…?”
“And what is this?” Merry knocked on the pop door in the wall that was only visible as an outline since you had to push it to get it to pop open, allowing it to then swing inward. We locked those usually, but not while finalizing an installation.
I narrowed my eyes at him, knowing he was fully aware of what those outlines meant. “Mer, you know it’s just a—ah!”
Merry opened the door, yanked me inside, closed it behind us, and slammed me up against it.
“Closet,” I finished, sounding as annoyed as I could manage, while also flustered.
“Mmhm…” Merry purred like when he’d snuck up behind me. “Whatever will we do in here?”
“Mer—”
He claimed a kiss, and I could do nothing but laugh into it, eventually relaxing and letting him press me tighter against the door.
There wasn’t exactly much space in here, but there weren’t too many things we could mess with.
No matter how much we planned an installation, there were always some things that didn’t work right, but before we completely trashed them, we would store the excess fabrications in one of the pop closets for easy access.
I was certain Amy had meant to do something with that 1:2 scale sarcophagus leaning against the wall, but it was hard to remember with Merry’s tongue delving for my tonsils, and his thighs slotting around mine.
He gave a little buck against my hip, and I felt myself instantly harden.
He was far too good at doing that to me.
“Mer—” I tried again, but he cut off my protest with another kiss.
The closet was a tight space even with few things being stored in here right now, enough that over-the-clothes grinding meant getting overheated and sweaty very quickly.
But damn, he felt so good with all his thick, hard muscles currently hidden beneath his blazer.
He was a dancer, after all, and had the body to prove it.
He was also bordering on popping off my top shirt button in his haste to suck my neck, molding against me and practically humping my leg. Our movements kept jostling the door too, making it thud, thud, thud—
“Nero, are you in there?”
Shit! Setterfield!
I sucked in a breath as my cock gave another impatient jump, and it was all I could do not to moan.
Merry’s muffled laughter against my neck did not help!
“Um, just organizing the closet as a surprise for Amy, Mr. Setterfield! She installed my Ennead fabrication so well, I felt like I owed her one.”
He tried opening the door, but as soon as it pushed against us, Merry and I pushed back, clicking the door into place again.
“Sorry!” I called. “Uh… one of the larger pieces is in front of the door, so I can’t come out right now. If you need me for something, it should just be a few minutes.”
Please don’t need me.
Please don’t need me.
“I don’t need anything,” he said.
Thank the gods.
“Just informing you that I will be locking up without delay. Do not forget to exit through the front, thank you, to ensure everything locks appropriately behind you.”
“Absolutely, Mr. Setterfield!” Something I knew like the back of my hand, thank you, given I had worked here for five years. I couldn’t wait to take over for Setterfield when he retired. Which I hoped would be soon.
“Does this mean we get to finish?” Merry whispered, after the sound of Setterfield’s footsteps faded.
“No.” I slapped his chest. “I am not dealing with cleanup after hours, especially when Setterfield could still be lurking around somewhere.”
“Easy cleanup is what mouths are for.” Merry winked—and dropped to his knees.
“Mer—”
The scroll. With Merry no longer blocking my view, I spotted it atop several of the other unused pieces. My eureka moment was short-lived, however, when Merry undid my slacks and dragged them and my underwear down to my ankles.
“Merry,” I hissed at him. He had almost gotten his lips around me before I shifted out of reach and shuffled around him. “I have a job to finish. You can be inappropriate in public with me later. Maybe in the restaurant bathroom if our table isn’t ready in time.”
“That you’ll agree to?” Merry laughed, preventing me from snatching up the scroll since he had followed me to hug me around my knees, pressing his cheek to my, well, cheek.
“As if I’m the ridiculous one right now!” I laughed with him.
He stood but didn’t let me go, moving his hold up my body until his chin rested on my shoulder and his hands reached around me between my legs to cup my balls and grasp my shaft.
Fuck, he played dirty.
The scroll was right there, and I absolutely should not be entertaining this—even if my dick was very quickly betraying me by almost immediately plumping in his hand.
Stay strong, Nero.
“Mer, we can do this later—”
“How about now and later?”
“Merry!” I laughed again. He was stroking me so slowly too, with little pulls on my sac, always knowing exactly how to drive me crazy. I tried to reach for the scroll again. “I just need to put that scroll in its case, and we can leave—”
“You can put it away afterward, and then we can leave.” Merry reached with me, I assumed to stop me, but in his haste and with my determination, our hands landed on the scroll at the same time.
“Nero—”
“Merry—”
We had barely made it into the alcove beside the practice room. The bed chambers were not far away, but we couldn’t bear to even wait that long to have our hands on each other.
“Nakht—”
“Meryt—”
Meryt spun me around and slammed me against the wall.
I was so wet beneath the fall of my dancer’s cloth.
I had never in my life been so wet, soaking obscenely through the fabric.
It was what was wanted of us, to titillate and tempt, but we hadn’t yet been given to Pharaoh or any of his men.
Soon, so soon, we would be, but now was our time of training.
We were encouraged to experiment and practice on each other what might be asked of us by our masters.
Meryt and I had kissed many times and come close to dry grinding overtop our clothing more than once, but we had honestly been shy, inexperienced, and uncertain of going further.
But tonight, we had made a vow. We would practice dancing for each other, utilizing all we had been taught, just us, alone, and see where it led.
Where it had led was to Meryt pushing both of our loincloths out of the way to grasp our cocks and rut.
“Meryt!” I moaned again, clutching desperately at the back of his neck to yank him closer for a kiss.
The connection of our mouths and tongues was as messy and desperate as our clashing cocks.
We were like men possessed, only barely older than boys really, but we had waited far longer than most of our peers to progress this far.
Now that we were, it was madness—madness.
Who knew insanity could be such bliss?
Meryt pressed into me so hard, using the wall behind me for leverage, that he no longer needed his hand for us to grind with purchase.
Our erect cocks were sopping wet from the prerelease that had built while we teased each other in dance until my knees had nearly given out, and Meryt had dragged me from the practice room.
It was a hasty race toward an end now, any end found together, because the buildup had been exquisite torture, and we deserved our reward now, didn’t we?