Colin #3
“I’m not…” he began and then huffed. “Last night was—”
I grimaced. “Hell, if you’re going to ruin everything you just said by telling me last night was a mistake that shouldn’t be repeated, just…
don’t. Actually, if that’s the case, just change the subject and I’ll take the hint.
I don’t think I can take a high like a rare compliment from you only to be smacked down with rejection, Big Boss. ”
His eyes widened. “Jesus, Colin, could you not?”
I stared at him for a moment until I realized what I’d said and let out a laugh. “I’m so sorry. Genuinely. Carter just got done calling you that and it was just…it came out, totally didn’t mean—”
I looked at him a moment longer and then smirked when I saw him practically squirming, or at least trying not to. “Oh…I see.”
“Grrr, don’t.”
“Don’t what? Ask if me calling you that made you have a little…reaction? Well, actually, not that little if memory serves. And trust me, memory does serve.”
His face bunched up. “I…Colin—”
Okay, he was squirming in his seat, and I couldn’t help but push a little more. And who knew, maybe I might push too far, but…well, he already claimed I was stupid. What was a little proof?
“Is this your way of saying I’ve taken an affectionate and respectful nickname and turned it into boner fodder for you?” I asked.
“Don’t call it that.”
“Mmm, but you felt yourself getting hard then? You didn’t deny that.”
“Look,” he began. He was pushing against the back of the chair, and when he saw that I’d noticed, he stopped. “I don’t like that look in your eye, alright? I still don’t know how I feel about that. It was…I’m straight.”
“I think you’re old enough to know that straight men don’t do what you did last night,” I said dryly.
“Well, I was straight until last night then!”
“I don’t think that was something that happened overnight either. I gotta know, was it the way you saw me jerking off the first time? Is that what did it?”
When he stared back at me, I thought I had my answer, especially when he stayed behind the chair.
“Considering you look like you’re trying to hide your crotch, I’m going with yes…interesting,” I said, and when he gave me a dirty look, I stood up, peering around the chair. “No? So if you moved right now, I wouldn’t see a distinct bulge? Or if you whipped it out, you’d be soft?”
“Stop,” he hissed, glancing over his shoulder.
“Don’t you have Cait locked away? Like, is she going to come out without warning?”
“Probably not, but—”
“And this building loudly announces when someone is coming in and out because of the air pressure, so you really think anyone is going to sneak up on us? Especially when I’m sure Carter is going to tell everyone you came in here to talk to me?”
“That doesn’t…I’m not showing you my dick. What the hell is wrong with you?”
“Well,” I said, rounding the table slowly as he watched me like a bird watches a cat in the grass. “I’m kind of a horny guy, I won’t lie. But after last night? Seeing and feeling and…tasting what I did? You can crank that horniness up a few notches.”
“We already complicated shit as it is,” he said, frowning. “Clearly.”
I reached out to take his hand, and when he offered only minimal resistance, I brought his hand around to my ass and snorted when his fingers flexed slightly.
“Look, you’re the leader, so when it comes to our jobs, I’m your subordinate.
I’m not going to be any less annoying than before, and I doubt you’re going to be any less grumpy about it.
And when I’m the Doc, I’m the Doc, just like I said last night.
I can be both people in their proper context…
and I can also be a guy who wants to fuck around with the hottest guy for miles.
And you…you can figure out if you’re enjoying yourself enough without having to deal with someone who’s going to demand you label yourself or want some sort of commitment out of you… win win if you ask me.”
“This is stupid,” he said as he watched my hand gently curl around his groin.
“And this is hard,” I said with a smirk.
He glanced over his shoulder. “Stupid.”
“I can be discreet,” I said, nudging the bottom of his shirt aside and sliding my fingers past the waistband of his pants.
I felt the brush of hair against my fingertips a moment before my fingers found warm skin.
“I know it doesn’t seem like it because I’m also a bit of a risk taker, but I don’t think anyone getting into this line of work doesn’t have some risk-taking in their blood. ”
“Stupid,” he repeated, but he was still hard and wasn’t fighting me even when I unbuttoned his jeans so I could shove my hands into his pants and wrap my hand around what I had to admit was one of the best looking cocks I could remember seeing.
Thick and long, enough to impress and even raise a brow, but not enough to destroy your insides…
and I definitely wanted it inside. “So fucking stupid.”
“I won’t lie,” I said as I dragged his cock out and slowly stroked it. “That’s sounding more and more like a good thing coming from your lips.”
“It’s not supposed to be like this,” he muttered in frustration, and I had to bite back a laugh when I realized he was glaring at his dick, as if annoyed at its hardness.
“Look, if you want to find some way to explain it, you wouldn’t be the first guy who realized he was less straight than he originally thought a little later in life,” I said with a shrug.
“And maybe it’s just curiosity turned up to ten on your part.
Or maybe an emotional reaction brought on by your… situation.”
“Smooth,” he muttered. “So I’m suddenly going gay because my soon-to-be-ex-wife is mean to me?”
“Or, you’re just having a bit of gay because I’m that hot,” I said with a smirk.
“Stupid,” he muttered, but his breathing was changing as I slowly stroked him.
“So…don’t slap labels where they’re not needed,” I told him. “And consider whether I should covertly dig out my condoms and lube.”
That made him stop and stare at me. “You brought those…here?”
“Why not?” I said with a shrug. “Not that I expected to be fucking or getting fucked by anyone, though I always believe in being prepared. But I knew there were going to be days I would be free to go where I wanted, and that meant into town where I could find someone. Just so happens that since I do have it—”
“Don’t,” he said, but there was no actual strength in the denial. “And…quit.”
“You know,” I said softly, reaching down to undo my own pants.
Like he’d said, this was stupid, but hell, in for a penny…
“If there’s anything last night taught me, it’s that you’re not afraid to take control when the situation calls for it.
So if you want me to quit, take control, but if you want me not to quit… you can also still take control.”
“Fuck off,” he muttered, and then his eyes widened as I hopped up on the table, my dick out and continued stroking him, drawing him closer so I could wrap my hand around both our shafts and stroke.
There was no way in hell I was going to be stupid enough to admit he was not the first ‘in denial’ guy I’d been with, or the first grumpy asshole either.
It was funny how even when guys like him were denying what was happening, they were still doing things like oh…
rubbing their cock against mine with a twitch of their hips.
Like he was doing right then.
“So, is that your way of telling me you’re not thinking about your dick being inside me rather than just fucking my hand?
” I asked, thinking it best to leave out that he was fucking against my dick as well.
Admittedly, he wasn’t as invested in denial as a couple of the guys I’d fucked around with, but I’d learned that when you were dealing with a guy who was even partially in denial, it was best not to draw attention to the things that reminded them it was another guy they were getting off with.
His eyes burned into mine, but he leaned forward, gripping the back of my neck with a growl. “I said quit.”
“And I explained how,” I said, thrusting up against his cock and watching the way his jaw tightened. “You might not have thought about it before, but you are now, aren’t you?”
His face was close enough that I could feel the warmth of his breath when he growled, “Yes.”
“Good,” I breathed, my hand still stroking both of us as he continued to rut against me, sending little waves and spikes of pleasure through me. “And when it happens, are you going to hold me down and fuck my ass like you did my mouth?”
“Fuck,” he growled. “I never said I was going to.”
“Yeah, you are,” I said and laughed when he gave an annoyed grunt. “This cock, this amazing, beautiful cock, shoved as deep inside me as you can go. Tell me, are you the type to fill someone up or pull out and glaze them?”
“Fucking idiot,” he snarled, and then he was kissing me.
I groaned softly into the kiss, and it was followed swiftly by an almost animalistic sense of pride when I felt him thrust against me even harder.
His conscious mind might not be sure about what we were doing, but not so deep down, part of him definitely enjoyed it if the sound of another man’s pleasure was enough to excite him.
Then again, it was the same man who had probably found himself inexplicably attracted to me from seeing me jerk off in the showers, so maybe there was a voyeur in him I needed to take advantage of one of these days… when and if he got more comfortable.
That was for another time, though; right then was for the feel of his cock sliding against mine, the friction almost too much, just shy of painful.
Except he was being careful, probably because his cock was getting rubbed just as much as mine.
And there I was, having my boss’ tongue shoved down my throat while his heavy cock pulsed and rubbed against mine, low, guttural sounds driving me crazy.