Part 15 Dear Sir #2
The building Scott had directed him to was in near darkness.
Only four lights were on. One was beneath a sign proclaiming it to be the security office.
Two shone through the windows of what appeared to be some sort of office area.
The final light was set outside and illuminated what Joe guessed to be the entrance leading to those lit-up offices.
Under that last light stood what was easily the most beautiful sight Joe had ever seen. Scott. He was in his shirtsleeves. The rain had plastered the thin white fabric against his skin. His trousers were equally damp. His hair was slicked down to his scalp, and he was gorgeous.
Joe stopped his bike directly in front of Scott. He jumped off almost before the tires ceased spinning. “Does anyone who works here think you’re straight?” he demanded the moment he’d pulled off his helmet.
Scott frowned. It was hard to imagine any more anxiety being able to fit onto his face, but he made room somehow. He shook his head. “I-I’m c-c-completely out, s-s-sir.”
Joe didn’t give him the chance to say anything else.
Two strides put him in Scott’s personal space. Another three had Scott’s back pressed against the wall alongside the entrance.
Scott gasped against Joe’s mouth, allowing Joe to deepen the kiss without even needing to ask for access, let alone demand it. Just like so many times before, Scott relaxed and moulded himself against Joe’s body the moment he knew that Joe had taken control of his world.
He kissed Joe back as if he’d never been happier for his mouth to meet another man’s lips.
The rest of his body quickly decided it was quite pleased to see Joe too—especially Scott’s cock.
Joe grinned into the kiss as he felt Scott’s shaft harden.
By the time Joe broke the kiss, Scott’s erection was straining against his fly.
“You got my l-l-letter?” Scott asked, although it was obvious he already knew the answer.
“Are you going to get in trouble for me being here?” Joe countered.
Scott shook his head. “It’s only m-me here. Well, and Stan on s-security, but I rang him and t-t-told him someone would b-be joining me. He doesn’t care. He’s watching s-s-some sports thing anyway.”
Joe took hold of Scott’s hand and led him into the building. One of the internal lights turned out to be set in a corridor. It guided the way to the only lit office.
“Why are you working in the middle of the night?” Joe demanded, as he closed the door and sealed them in the office.
Scott swallowed rapidly. “Y-you tend to work l-late at the club a lot. Whenever we’ve met up, it’s always been l-l-late.
I asked my b-boss if I could work the s-s-same kind of s-s-shift pattern you do.
He said he didn’t mind what t-t-time I did my work, as long as it got d-done. So I…” Scott shrugged.
He’d rearranged his work hours to suit Joe’s lifestyle. Even if he was trying to avoid saying it outright, it was the obvious truth. Joe mostly worked nights, so now Scott mostly worked nights too.
Until that moment, it hadn’t occurred to Joe to wonder if it was convenient for Scott to meet him at what the majority of the population would probably consider to be really odd and sleep depriving times.
“I sh-should have asked for your p-permission, r-r-right?” Scott asked with a strange mixture of shyness, anxiety, and pleasure.
“What do you mean?” Joe stripped off his leather gloves and jacket and set them aside.
“I’m not sure how it works wh-when one man b-b-belongs to another man… sir.”
Joe stopped. He stopped moving. He stopped breathing. He stopped rushing around like an idiot. And, he finally started thinking about what Scott needed rather than what he wanted for himself.
Decisions made, Joe nodded to himself.
The handle of the door leading back into the corridor was fitted with a lock. Joe turned the key and made sure it was secure. The windows were covered with blinds. No one could see in.
“Strip.”
Scott blinked.
“I’m not being kinky, darling. You’re dripping wet and ten minutes away from freezing to death. Take off your clothes. Put them on the radiator so they can dry while we talk.”
As Scott reached for his shirt buttons, Joe sat down on the room’s only chair. Taking the letter out of his pocket, he placed it on the desk in front of him. It was time to get serious.
* * * * *
Scott froze when he saw his letter on the table.
For some reason, he hadn’t expected Joe to bring it with him. Once the letter had left his possession, Scott hadn’t anticipated ever seeing it again. Its appearance made his throat turn dry. He tried to swallow and almost choked on the attempt.
“Forgotten something?”
Scott’s attention snapped back to Joe, who looked pointedly at Scott’s underwear.
There was no practical need to remove his boxers, the rain hadn’t actually soaked through his trousers enough to make them soggy; but Joe commanded, and Scott obeyed. If Joe wanted him naked in his office, that’s what he’d get.
“Good boy.”
Those two little words made the chilly air worth every shiver.
Suddenly, Joe stood up and took his jacket off the back of the chair.
“You’re l-l-leaving?” No! Joe couldn’t just walk out. Scott instinctively stepped in front of the door, even though he knew in his heart that it wouldn’t do any good. A single order would easily clear Joe’s path.
Completely ignoring the door, Joe walked over to the radiator where Scott had draped his clothes, and dropped his jacket on the floor at its base. “Kneel there. You’ll be warmer.”
Returning to the desk, Joe picked up the chair and carried it over to the same corner of the room. The moment he sat down, Scott rushed over to kneel at his feet.
Joe’s jacket was padded to offer protection on his bike.
It was also well worn. Scott ran his fingers over the edge as he shifted his weight and sat back on his heels.
One day he was going to be in Joe’s life for that long—for the kind of time it took to become moulded to someone’s shape and be completely comfortable for him.
Scott’s thoughts scattered when Joe reached out and ran his fingers through his wet hair.
“If I thought you could get through it without a panic attack, I’d order you to read this to me,” Joe said, tapping the envelope on his knee. His smile let Scott know he was only teasing.
At that point, Scott felt his body take over and push aside all the nice sensible things his mind had to say on the matter. He reached out and took hold of the letter.
“Let me r-read it, sir?”
If Joe wanted it read aloud, Scott would do his very best to make that happen. It was only a formality anyway; Joe had obviously read it before coming there. Scott wouldn’t be telling him anything he didn’t already know. There was no reason to be scared.
Joe seemed to have to think about it for an unexpectedly long time before he finally handed the letter over. “Word for word,” Joe ordered.
Scott nodded. Of course he knew he’d babbled a lot, but truth be told, he needed to know the specifics of what he’d written just as much as he needed to please Joe by reading it out loud. He’d been in no condition to create a concrete memory of its contents when he wrote it.
Scott took a deep breath and let it out slowly. Naked at Joe’s feet, he ran his eyes over the first few lines of the letter. Then, he started to read…
Dear Sir,
Thank you. I have to say that first. I have to say thank you for everything that’s happened between us over the last few months.
I’ve enjoyed every moment we’ve spent together.
I never imagined when I first met you that I’d ever be lucky enough to get a date with you, let alone that we’d get to know each other so well… so intimately.
You asked me before if money is important to me. It’s not.
You also mentioned other men. I don’t know how to explain to you just how relieved I was to hear you say that you wouldn’t want either of us to be involved with other guys.
But, if I’m going to be as honest as I promised myself I would be while writing this letter, I’d have accepted having to share you with other men.
If that’s what it took to remain part of your life, it would have been worth it.
I’d have hated having to let other men use me, but I’d probably have gone along with that, too.
Anything that kept me in your life would have been worth it.
Scott paused, but he couldn’t bring himself to look up to see the expression on Joe’s face.
He’d felt a burning need to be accepted by Joe for almost as long as he could remember; now, it was a raging inferno.
If he laid himself open and vulnerable, and Joe laughed at him and told him he was an idiot, then—
Scott gulped in some air and hurriedly resumed reading, before he completely lost his courage.
I guess I don’t have to tell you what I’m really afraid of now. It’s probably obvious. It’s not being broke, or being cheated on. I’m terrified of letting you all the way into my life because, if you walked away, I don’t know how I’d ever fill the gap you left in your wake.
I love you, sir. I’d never told a man that before I met you. It’s not a Hollywood kind of love, where everything is candlelight and roses and sparkles. It’s not the happy ever after kind, either. I’m not that naive. I don’t expect that from you.
What I feel is the kind of love where two men live alongside each other and grumble about having to get up to go to work each day.
It’s the kind where I do anything and everything I can to make your life easier and more pleasurable, not because I want anything in exchange, but because I can’t think of any other way I’d prefer to spend my life than in being of service to you.
I love you, sir.
Scott paused again. He had to swallow rapidly before he could go on—not because he was choked up with emotion, but, because his throat was so dry with nerves, his stuttering words had become raspy and thin.