Chapter 7 #2
Simon couldn’t help laughing. Daniel wasn’t wrong. His friend had been married, but after the divorce, he’d enjoyed the single life for a while. Now Josh had him wrapped around his little finger.
“Has Josh given you permission to go out?” he asked.
“Piss off . . . and yes, he has.”
He laughed. “Fine. Give me fifteen minutes and I’ll meet you over there.”
“Make it five minutes. I have some gossip for you.”
Daniel hung up before Simon could ask any more questions.
Before he overthought anything, he packed his laptop in his bag but left it on his desk.
He could pick it up on his way home. Knowing Daniel, the drinks might flow a bit, and he’d rather not have to monitor his bag if he didn’t have to.
He took off his tie and grabbed his suit jacket.
Yes, even on a Friday, he was fully suited and booted.
Walking into Knights Corner, the place was packed.
The city was usually quiet on a Friday given most people worked at home, but the gays hadn’t got the memo.
The place had only been open a month, so it was still a novelty, and it was probably a starting point before they all drifted into Soho later.
It didn’t take him long to spot Daniel at the bar, so he headed over to him.
“Can I buy you a drink, handsome?” he said, putting on a deep voice.
Daniel turned to look at him with a frown, before he saw who it was.
“Yes, you can, thank you,” he said, nodding towards the barman who was holding up the card machine.
Simon shook his head with a smile and tapped his card.
“Daniel, come with me,” said a handsome guy wearing a tight T-shirt, his arms covered in ink.
He wasn’t Simon’s usual type, but he’d make an exception here. Then he noticed the ring on his finger. Of course a guy who looked like that would be taken. Simon wasn’t sure how Daniel knew him, but he followed them both to a booth, which he was surprised was available given how busy it was.
“Langdon, this is my friend Simon. He works over the road, so another local.”
Langdon shook Simon’s hand. He had a firm grip, but there was no macho bullshit.
“Which company do you work for?” asked Langdon.
“JenSure.”
“You’re not Simon Woods, are you?” Langdon scowled.
“Yes, why?”
“Jason Morris is my brother.”
“Oh, how is Jason?”
“Still considering whether to sue your arse.”
“Langdon,” said Daniel. “Do you want us to go somewhere else?”
“No, it’s fine. I’ve said my piece. Enjoy your food.”
He walked away without another word. Simon wasn’t sure what to say. The guy looked like he could knock ten tonnes of shit out of him. Not something Simon wanted to test.
“Thanks for the heads up,” said Simon.
“He said it wasn’t a problem.”
“The guy looked like he wanted to punch me.”
“Hot, though, isn’t he?”
Simon snorted.
“He’s one of the few guys I’d consider bottoming for.”
Simon laughed.
“Why were you in the office today anyway? I mean, I’m glad you were.”
“Been interviewing all week. Ironically, for Jason’s replacement. And Dexter has been off all week.”
“Oh, yes. That was the gossip. Apparently he blew his final interview.”
“What?”
“Yeah, I spoke to Ben Morley. He was pissed off that he even got to the final stage. Said he’d never interviewed someone before who looked like he didn’t give a fuck about the job. Wondered why he even bothered to show up.”
Simon was surprised to hear that. Perhaps that was why he’d not looked so great when he came out of the interview, and why he’d been off all week.
Was his mother really in hospital, or was he just licking his wounds from not getting a job offer?
If he’d taken compassionate leave under false pretences, that was worse than throwing a sickie, and Simon would have to do something about it.
But that was a Monday problem. Right now, he wanted to put this week behind him and enjoy the evening with his friend.
It was nine o’clock when Simon went back to the office to pick up his bag.
Dinner had been delicious, and he’d cut himself off after three double gin and tonics.
Daniel had taken a cab home, and Simon was going to do the same, but he needed his bag first. He was surprised when he walked into the office and saw the lights on.
Movement operated them, but who would be working so late on a Friday night?
He hadn’t seen anyone else here when he’d left.
Perhaps someone had done the same as him and was picking their stuff up as well.
It wasn’t his problem. He turned the corner where his office was and stopped in his tracks.
Sitting on the floor, pulling things out of his locker, was Dexter.
“Planning a moonlight flit, are we?” said Simon.
“What the fuck?” he shouted. “Why are you sneaking around? You could have given me a heart attack?”
“I suppose that would give you another excuse to take time off work.”
“Excuse me?”
“You heard me. We’ll talk on Monday. That is if you bother to show up.”
He stormed past Dexter into his office, not wanting to say anything else. He picked up his bag and was scanning his desk to check he hadn’t left anything when Dexter stormed into his office.
“Who the fuck do you think you are?”
Simon prickled, but he wouldn’t bite. “Your boss, if you want to remember who you’re talking to.”
“What did you mean by me making up excuses?”
“I don’t want to get into this now. Like I said, we’ll talk on Monday.”
Simon lifted his bag onto his shoulder and walked towards his office door, but Dexter was blocking the exit.
“Can you move out of the way?”
“No, not until you explain your comment.”
“We’ll talk on Monday. Will you be here?”
“Why are you saying it like that? Like you think I’ve been lying about why I’ve been off.”
Simon shrugged.
“I don’t fucking believe this,” Dexter shouted, causing Simon to jump back. “My mother is in intensive care, and may not get out, and you think I’ve made it up? What the fuck is wrong with you?”
Simon wasn’t sure what to say. If that was what Dexter was dealing with, then his heart went out to him, but there was this niggle in the back of his mind that said he wasn’t getting the full story.
“I know you didn’t get the job.”
“Of course you do,” said Dexter, walking into his office. Simon moved backwards again. “Why are you moving away from me? Do you think I’m going to hit you or something?” He laughed. “I don’t hate you enough to get a criminal record.”
“You hate me?”
“Don’t say the feeling’s not mutual.”
“You didn’t hate me when you were choking on my dick, though, did you?”
Dexter’s eyes widened. “That was you? No fucking way.”
“Are you saying you don’t remember? We spoke about it on the Monday after, in this room.”
“That was you? At Mickey’s?”
“Why are you acting like this is a shock to you?”
“I knew I’d sucked someone off, but I had no idea who it was.”
“Good to know it was so memorable. But then, I’m sure you suck a lot of dicks. I suspect they blur into one after a while.”
“Wow, someone’s being a snarky cunt, aren’t they?”
Dexter stalked towards Simon, pushing him backwards. What the fuck was happening, and why was Simon getting hard at the intense look in Dexter’s eyes? It was the gin doing it. Yes, that was it.
“What are you doing?” he asked, his voice cracking.
Dexter pushed him back against the wall before palming his cock.
“Someone’s looking for a repeat, I see. And I’m stone cold sober, so I’ll remember it this time. Well, if it’s memorable, I will.”
“This is a bad idea,” said Simon, but his restraint was close to breaking. Again, he was still blaming the gin.
He watched Dexter lower himself to his knees. “If you think this is a bad idea, then tell me to go, or you can shove your cock down my throat.”
Simon couldn’t stop himself from unbuckling his trousers and pulling his cock free before driving it down Dexter’s throat.
He gagged at first, so Simon pulled back a bit before he drove in again.
This time, he gripped the sides of Dexter’s face and fucked his warm, wet mouth.
He applied just the right amount of suction to drive Simon wild.
Fuck! This guy knows how to suck cock.
Simon couldn’t stop his brain from spiralling.
I’ve got my cock down Dexter’s throat.
He’s one of my direct reports.
We’re in my office.
Anyone could walk in at any moment.
Did he stop himself from chasing his release down Dexter’s throat? No, fuck!
He could feel his balls tingling. He was close, and Dexter was devouring his cock, humming his enjoyment and making loud slurping sounds that seemed to echo everywhere. Thank fuck there was no CCTV in his office.
“I’m gonna cum,” he said as a warning, but even sober, it was clear Dexter wanted to swallow all of him down.
Simon thrust down Dexter’s throat as far as he could as he bit his fist, not wanting to cry out his release just in case someone was still around.
His body shuddered as Dexter continued to milk every drop out of his cock, before he released him with a pop.
He looked down at Dexter, who was grinning.
He stood up and grabbed Simon’s hand and pushed it against his crotch. It was damp, meaning he’d cum in his pants just from sucking Simon’s cock. Before he could say anything, Dexter kissed him on the cheek and smiled.
“See you on Monday, boss.”
He walked out without looking back. Simon slid down the wall so he was sitting on the floor.
How had he let that happen again? And this time in his office?
And why did he want to run after Dexter, drag him home, and fuck him all night?
This whole situation couldn’t be any more messed up, and Simon wasn’t sure what he was going to do about it.