Chapter 21 #2
Randall dropped his adorably flushed face down and stared at his hands, once again in his lap. I wrapped one of my hands over his.
“Why do you do that?”
“What am I doing?” he didn’t look up.
“Are you or are you not the vice president of New Day Technologies?”
Randall quirked a smile, which he only flashed at me through his eyelashes, keeping his head averted. I squeezed his hand.
“I’m a VP of one of New Day’s subsidiaries.”
“Yeah, that doesn't sound any less impressive to me. Let’s get you home so you can work, and I can wrap gifts. Please don’t ever feel guilty about working when I’m around.
I get that your job is important. Besides, when I’m a doctor, I’m going to be on call and have emergencies.
Hell, even before that, I’ve heard clinicals are brutal.
Before long, I’ll be the one apologizing for working all the time. ”
“Austin …”
“Don’t say it, Randall. Just pretend I’m speaking generally about my completely separate future. I’m just saying, my future husband is going to have to put up with some work-related things.”
He whispered the word “husband” with reverence, but I ignored my use of the word and his reaction to it.
“It’s called compromise. And partnership.
I know this from watching my parents. Supporting your interests and your work is part of being in a relationship.
And if anyone tried to tell you otherwise … fuck that guy.”
“Austin.”
“Go on! Say it! Fuck that guy.”
“Fuck that guy,” he let out with much less enthusiasm than I had.
“Okay, now say: Stephanie and Martin Lessand are my family.”
“Austin …”
“Alright, alright. We’ll work on that one. You know, supporting my interests means you’re going to have to get a Christmas tree and some decorations, and listen to Mariah, and watch romantic holiday movies.”
He was saying “ridiculous” before I’d even finished my sentence.
How much did I love listening to Randall chuckle as I backed the car out of the beach parking lot and headed to my parents’ house?
We were quiet for the drive home. I shut off the car in the driveway, but we both just sat there, staring at the Christmas tree in the window.
“Hey, babe?”
“Yeah?”
“Did you see the present I left you in the shaving kit?”
Randall tapped my forearm. “I cannot believe you brought that thing into your parents’ house.” He laughed, and I joined in. “And I don’t see how you can call it a present since you stole it from me in the first place!”
“Did you use it?”
“You know full well I did not use it.” Randall continued to laugh as we exited the car and entered the house to find my mom putting her coat on.
“Oh! Hi, you two. I thought you were with Dalton, and you were with Marty?”
“And I thought you had a meeting,” I countered.
“Done!” she exclaimed. “Figured I’d get the grocery shopping done before dinner. Are we still meeting at the Three B’s later?” Mom checked her phone as if expecting it to answer that question.
“Yeah. Dalt and I ran into Dad and Randall on the boardwalk. We left him at the restaurant.”
“My fault, I’m afraid,” Randall confessed. “I need to get some work done myself, so Austin offered to bring me back a bit before dinner.”
Mom looked around the driveway. “In your vehicle?”
“Easier for me to drive. I know my way around!” Which was true. I waved my shopping bag in her face. “And I’ve got presents to wrap.” Also true.
“Alright,” she said skeptically. “You boys need anything from the store?”
“No, thank you,” Randall responded as I talked over him to say, “A case of IPA.”
Mom looked at me quizzically. “We’ve got beer in the fridge.”
I walked Mom to her car, surprised to find Randall standing near the stairs waiting for me when I entered the house, his coat draped over his arm.
I closed the door behind me, dropping my package on the table in the foyer. We faced each other, listening as my mother’s car drove off.
I stood my ground, and Randall took a step toward me. He stopped in his tracks when I said, “You’re supposed to be working.”
“And you’re supposed to be out with your ex, but here we are.”
I walked past Randall and started up the steps. “My friend,” I said as I passed him. “I was out with my friend. A friend who was not, by the way, trying to set me up with some other guy.”
Randall was behind me on the steps. “Turner was rather handsome,” he teased.
I ran up the rest of the stairs and turned at the top, waiting for Randall to meet me there. We were face-to-face, and we both leaned in, smiling. But I pulled back almost immediately, gripping Randall by the arms and turning him toward the guest room door.
“You have email to answer. Or code to produce, or whatever.”
“Austin …”
“Go.” I gave him a little push in that direction. “Oh, and Randall.”
He turned quickly, a fire in his eyes. “Please be naked while you’re doing it.”
Randall let out a little choked sound of surprise, but he reeled it in, tilting his head as I pointed.
He went into the guest room, and I took a quick trip to the bathroom before following to find him standing in front of the desk, powering up his computer.
I dropped the shaving kit on the bed and began to unzip the winter jacket I still wore.
“Clothes off, babe.”
We stood facing each other, peeling off our clothes, one piece at a time. When we were both naked, I pulled out the desk chair and guided Randall to a seated position.
“I don’t know how you expect me to get any work done …”
“What do you need to do?”
He shook the mouse to awaken his laptop’s screen. “Just root through about a hundred emails. It shouldn’t take too long.”
“Start rooting,” I insisted as I bent down and began picking up our clothes, folding them into two stacks on the bench in front of the bed.
When I was done, I retrieved the shaving kit and propped myself up at the head of the bed. The noise of the zipper had Randall turning around, his eyes wide, his cock protruding from his lap. I smirked as I asked, “How far along are you?”
“Got through about twenty-five of them. No emergencies so far.”
I pulled the dildo out of the bag. “That’s great, babe. You don’t mind if I keep myself busy while I wait for you, do you?” I smirked, setting the bag aside and pulling the lube from it while Randall watched.
“Those emails aren’t going to answer themselves, babe.”
The sound that Randall made reminded me of the grunts that had come out of his mouth at his perfect cabin in the woods. His eyes were on the toy as his hand grasped his cock.
“No touching, babe. That’s mine. And no peeking. Now turn around and get your work done. I promise I’ll be quiet.”
Randall gave his cock one last tug before swiping at the tip and licking his finger. I moaned as my own cock twitched. Randall made a point of looking at my excited member before slowly turning the chair around, his finger still in his mouth.
Slowly his hand found the mouse again. He sat up straighter in his chair, and I could see that red splotch that I had come to love, bursting on the back of his neck.
Once I heard the first click of the mouse, I echoed it with a click of the lube cap, releasing the gel onto my fingers and reaching between my legs.
I hissed a sigh when the cool gel met my furled flesh, and Randall froze at the computer. I imagined he was fighting not to turn around.
“How’s your count?”
“Sixty-one to go.”
“Mmm,” I huffed, my finger breaching my hole.
“That’s so good. You’re doing so good.” He was back to clicking and reading and occasionally typing as I slid down on the bed, the blanket rustling beneath me.
I sought out my prostate and swiped at it once, twice, causing a zing to pop through my body, culminating in a loud moan.
“So good.” My elbow jostled the toy next to me, and I pulled my finger away, applying more lube and working a second finger in with the first.
The bedding continued to rustle and the headboard to gently tap against the wall as I began to rock slowly, savoring the intrusion. Randall inhaled deeply, letting it out long and slow, his spine speaking volumes in its rigidity.
I focused on the red splotch on the back of his neck as I loosened myself up.
Before long, the snick of the lube cap opening filled the room.
I watched as Randall’s shoulders practically reached his ears.
I picked up the toy, holding it out in front of me to slick as if willing him to turn around and watch.
He didn’t, and the fact that he was following my directions was hotter than what I was doing behind his back.
I positioned myself and the toy, and the sound had Randall huffing, his eyes locked on the computer screen.
“Yes,” I hissed, unbelievably turned on by the pale cream of his neck against the fire-red patch practically pulsing down its center.
“Almost done,” he mumbled.
“Yeah, me too,” I huffed as the toy sank in. My other hand, almost of its own accord, pressed down on my raging dick. I put pressure on it momentarily but decided it was unfair for me to be touching mine while he wasn’t touching his.
I wish I could say that I slowly and seductively began working myself over.
That had been my intention, but watching the back of Randall’s beautifully crimson neck and imagining what he looked like, staring at that screen, had me so worked up that I almost immediately began pumping the dildo in and out, seeking my prostate and working myself over until I was arching and writhing on the bed.
I had failed in one thing. I was being very noisy.
When my other hand found my cock again, I let it. Giving up and giving in.
“Now, Randall. I need you now!”