Chapter 40
Rohan
Orientation has been long and dragging. There’s so much information that hopefully I don’t need to retain.
We’ve finally been dismissed and sent off to lunch.
I got a text from Ty telling me to meet him at the stairwell a little bit ago.
I haven’t even made it to his floor yet, where hopefully I’ll be placed after this is all done.
I wasn’t sure if I wanted to work that closely to him, but I changed my mind. It would be way more comforting.
When I get to the staircase, Tyson is already there, a bag of what I’m sure is snacks in his hand. He knows the way to my heart.
“Whatcha got there?” I grin.
“Sorry, it’s for my boyfriend,” he says, holding the bag out of my reach.
“I’m sure he wouldn’t mind if you just gave me a little taste.”
“Oh, he’d mind. He’d probably try to poison me,” Tyson laughs, placing the bag down next to our feet.
“You’re probably right about that,” I say, crossing my arms.
“How’s your day been so far?”
“It’s a lot, but it’s okay.”
“You’ll catch on quick, baby. Trust me.”
“Yeah, I’m not too worried.”
“You look cute in your little outfit,” Tyson smirks, pulling me into his body and kissing that spot right below my ear he loves so much. And fuck, I do too. It feels so good. Like he’s found some secret button that turns me on instantly.
“You better not be trying anything here.”
“Why not?” He says. I feel his snake bites against the shell of my ear, and I swallow.
“Because we’re at work, Ty, what the fuck?”
“Might as well break the seal now,” Tyson says. “It’s going to happen eventually.”
“You’re joking.”
“I’m not.” He pulls back, a dark grin on his face.
Tyson presses his lips to mine, and before I can even protest, his tongue is already in my mouth, caressing the complaints right out of me.
I moan into our kiss and shift to get even closer to him.
Ty is so fucking big and just everywhere all the time.
His hands are gripping everything they can grab on my body, making me whimper.
My feet come off the ground a little as he cups my ass in both palms.
“You’re so rough, Ty,” I manage to get out between his devouring of me.
“Mmm, we’ve been over this,” he says, his hands snaking their way to my throat before he holds me there. The light pressure he begins applying goes straight to my dick. He knows exactly what to do to get my pants around my ankles.
Before I can gather my thoughts and overthink us being in a literal stairwell at work, Ty is on his knees with my slacks halfway down my thigh.
“I can’t believe you right now,” I whisper as he takes me into his mouth. I gasp, my fingers gripping his hair, when my dick hits the back of his throat.
“Feels so good, Ty…”
He pops off just as I’m arching my back to meet his bobbing. He stands up, his gaze becoming heated when I reach up and lick at his snake bites.
“Turn around.”
Normally I would push back a bit just to see him riled up, but not here. The act of us being in public is either terrifying me or turning me on or both. So, I do as I’m told and I hear something tearing behind me.
“Really, Ty? Lube in your wallet?”
“I mean, with you, I’ve got to be prepared,” He laughs.
Tyson loosens me up quickly, making me drop my head back onto his chest with a silent moan. My eyes flutter shut when I feel his dick push past the first ring. This never gets old. Him being inside me.
His thrusts start shallow as I open for him slowly, letting him in deeper and deeper. The only sound in the stairwell is the slapping of our skin and my low whimpers. Tyson bites down on my ear as he speeds up, pressing me into the wall.
“Dude, how many times do we have to keep submitting the same work though? What more do they want us to do with it?”
I gasp and try to push back against Tyson, but he holds me in place.
“Don’t move,” he growls into my ear.
“Ty … there’s someone downstairs,” I whisper.
“Yeah? Well, we better hurry then, hm?”
He’s unbelievable, but why am I even harder?
“I don’t know, man. Let’s just try to keep working at it.” They’re still in the stairwell chatting as Tyson starts to go at me again. He tries to minimize the sound of us by thrusting in slowly, but he just can’t help himself.
He takes a fistful of my curls and pulls my head back, fucking me into breathlessness.
“Do you hear something?” The worker says, and I bite down on my bottom lip. Tyson doesn’t seem to care at all. Fucking asshole.
“Nah, you’re just hearing things. You been getting enough sleep?”
“I don’t know, probably not.”
My nails scratch at the wall as Tyson wraps his hand around my neck without letting go of my hair and fucks into me.
I can’t believe I’m going to cum just like this.
The voices become muffled as they retreat to, I’m assuming, a lower floor of the building.
I let out a sigh of relief, or at least I try before Ty loses it, his hips snapping frantically.
“Daddy…” I whine as he buries himself as deep as he can go in this position and cums into me. The feeling of being filled so roughly sends me right over, untouched, leaving a mess all over the floor.
“Thank you, baby,” Tyson whispers into my ear, “for letting me fuck you.”
* * *
After Tyson and I eventually ate lunch together, I had to sprint back to the meeting room where I’m supposed to complete this fucking orientation.
I was the last one to get back, but thankfully just on time.
Though being early would have been much better.
The group of newcomers I’m a part of listen to the leader go through all the obvious things that will get us sent to HR. And finally she gets to placement.
My nails bite into my palms from how hard my fists are balled. I really want to be placed in Ty’s department. He says there’s a space open for an intern since he’s been moved up to a full-time employee.
“Rohan Chandra, you’ll be assisting the software development team. You’ll report directly to Carter Collins.”
Fuck yes!
“Thank you,” I say, trying not to grin too hard.
“Okay, everyone, please find your direct leaders, and they will let you know your next steps.”
The sound of papers shuffling and bags closing fills the room.
I quickly head to the elevator after gathering my things and leaving.
I check the packet to find the floor. The doors finally open, and I step into the office space.
Tyson looks up at me from his computer with a small smile.
I give him a nod before Carter approaches me.
“Hey, you must be Rohan, nice to finally meet you.”
“Oh?”
“Tyson…” Carter whispers.
“Oh, um, yeah.” I chuckle, my face hot. Of course, Carter knows about us, Tyson told me they’re really close at work. I’ve even seen him at some of Ty’s matches once or twice.
“So you’ll be sitting here,” Carter says, while directing me to a computer directly across from Tyson’s, of course. “You can chill for today and get settled in.”
“Cool. Thank you, Carter.”
“Of course, I’ll be over there if you need anything.” He points to his desk one seat down from Ty’s.
“Alright. I will.”
Tyson looks up at me again when he walks away. “Hey, I’m Ty.”
“Shut up,” I mumble, trying to stop myself from smiling.
He’s so fucking lame.
But I love it.
My brows pinch when the company messenger dings at the same time for both Tyson and me. He tilts his head at me before clicking on what I assume is the same message I just received.
“Leon.”
“Noel.”
We mutter at the same time, locking eyes.
Leon.Noel: I’m happy you finally found each other. Took ya long enough! Toughest assignment I’ve had in a while. Don’t let my hard work go to waste. Remember, not even the fear of death could part you boys.