16. KYLE
16
KYLE
I sneak out of bed one morning, leaving Larry sleeping. I don’t want to wake him up. He looks so peaceful, and even though I told him I have an early morning meeting with Taylor, he still wanted to stay over. We’ve barely been apart since our first date, and while there’s a part of my brain that wonders if it’s too much, if we’re being too intense with the beginning of our relationship, I wouldn’t trade it for the world. I want to spend every second with him if I can.
I’m already showered when I hear the door slide open behind me, and I turn to find that Larry is out of bed, stark bollock naked, and staring at me lustfully. He steps forward and kisses me softly on the mouth, the spray of the shower hitting him a little, making him flinch.
“Morning,” he groans. He still has morning voice, his usual tenor tone a little more bass at the moment.
“I was trying not to wake you,” I say.
“Well, the second you got out of the bed it got cold,” he says. “You radiate. You’re like a giant heater.”
“Giant?”
“Big strong heater?”
“Fine, big strong,” I reply, wrapping my arms around him and kissing him back. He’s hard, so very hard, and it’s pressing into my leg. He’s come here for one thing and one thing only, and I’m more than happy to oblige. In case my dick wasn’t already solid, it now aches between my legs at the closeness of him, at the kissing, at the way his tongue starts to dance with mine. My dick knows where this is going and couldn’t be happier.
He runs his hands across my chest, tweaking my nipples as he continues to kiss me. I groan into his mouth and push him up against the wall of the shower. He yelps at the cold tile.
“Sorry.”
“It’s alright,” he breathes before he goes back to kissing me, moaning into my mouth as his hands continue to explore my body.
I reach around and grab hold of his beautiful perky arse, squeezing it hard in my hands, pressing him into me. I love that I’m taller than him, love that I’m bigger than him, that I can move him around the way I do, grab him, grip him, pull him into me.
I start to kiss my way down his body, getting onto my knees in front of him and grabbing hold of one of his arse cheeks. I knead them with my hands as I slide his rock-hard cock past my lips.
I tongue his head, licking at his slit, tasting his precum, swallowing as much as I can of it before I swallow his cock to the hilt, burying my face in his pubes.
“Oh, fuck yes, sir,” he groans, his hands finding the back of my head. He runs his fingers through my hair, gently guiding me up and down on his cock. I don’t usually let him take control. Normally it’s me throwing him about, telling him what to do and where to be, but I’ll let him have this moment, let him gently fuck my face because damn, his cock tastes so good.
He pulls his cock from my mouth and pulls me to my feet, kissing me passionately, desperate to taste himself in my mouth.
“Naughty boy,” I growl. “You like that? Like tasting yourself on my tongue?”
“Yes, sir,” he replies, kissing me harder, unable to get enough.
His turn to kiss his way down my body, to spend a bit of time swirling his tongue around my nipples, nibbling them a little bit, letting me yelp and cry out. He continues down, wrapping his hand around my cock and stroking back and forth as he puts the head off my dick in his mouth. He drinks me down, lapping up the precum with his eager tongue. And it isn’t long before he’s trying to take the full length of me into his mouth, excitedly bouncing his head up and down, taking as much as he can.
He chokes a little and I chuckle, running a hand affectionately through his hair so he knows he’s doing a good job even if he can’t take it all. I mean, he definitely can, he has before, but it’s still cute to know that I’m giving him a bit of a challenge.
He takes it out of his mouth and looks up at me, eyes hungry, big and wide and pleading with me.
“What?” I ask. “You okay?”
“Fuck my face, sir,” he says. “I want you to fuck my face.”
I blink down at him, my dick twitching, leaking, aching for his mouth. The very thought of this is almost enough to tip me over the edge.
“You sure?”
He nods, opening his mouth wide, putting the tip in his mouth, and my god does he look good when he’s got cock in his mouth—specifically, mine. I don’t think I could ever get bored of this view.
“You let me know if it’s too much.”
“Yes, sir.”
I grin. “Good lad.”
I take hold of the back of his head and guide my cock into his mouth. Like the good lad I’ve told him he is, he takes it all down, swallowing as best he can, not choking, not for one second, just letting my cock sit in his throat. He breaths through his nose, and moans onto my cock. This really is as good for him as it is for me and I can’t help but start to push his limits.
I pull out a little and thrust into his mouth, relishing the feel of his throat opening and closing around the head of my cock. The sloppy feeling as I slide in and out of his mouth has me leaking so much.
“Good lad,” I groan as I hold on to his face, looking down into his pretty eyes as I fuck my cock in and out of his eagerly awaiting mouth. “Your mouth feels so good, lad. You like that?”
He nods and it spurs me on. He starts to stroke himself as I fuck, and he’s moaning so loud onto my cock, the vibrations sending waves of pleasure through me that tip me closer and closer to the edge.
“I’m going to come, lad,” I say. “Larry, can I come?”
He nods and I thrust deep into his mouth, letting out an almighty yell that seems to echo and reverberate off the tiles around us. My balls are on his chin, my cock buried down his throat, but he isn’t choking, he’s just swallowing, taking my load, drinking it down like it’s the nectar he needs to survive, and fucking hell. What a good lad he is. Never in my life did I even hope I’d find someone like this.
I look down and see that his hand is covered in his own cum. I help him to his feet, taking his fingers into my mouth one at a time, taking as much of his cum into my mouth as I can. I swallow it down, savouring the sweet and salty taste of him, and he kisses me again.
Our cum mixes between our mouths, and we swap the residual seed back and forth between us as the shower continues to run. Slowly we get ourselves washed, kissing every now and again, our dicks still standing to attention like they can’t get enough of all this. But if I don’t go now, I’ll never leave, and if I don’t leave, Taylor will have my hide—and not in a cool, fun way.
“Okay, I really do have to go,” I say, getting out of the shower and drying myself off. “Early morning meeting with Taylor. He called it in last night. You don’t have to be in until ten, so just chill here. Shower, relax, do whatever you need to do. I’ll see you at work.”
I head back out into the bedroom and get myself ready for the day, giving him one last kiss before I leave. My life seems a little bit brighter with Larry in it. Before him I was so sure I’d never get into a serious relationship again, but there’s just something about him, something that makes me feel so comfortable. And damn, can he suck a dick—always a positive in a relationship.
I say my good mornings on my way to the office, noticing that Peter is already here despite how early it is.
“Do you live here?” I ask.
“If Taylor is here, I need to be here,” he says with a yawn. “So thank you for the early morning meeting. Certainly keeps me on my toes.”
“I didn’t call it,” I reply. “It was Taylor.”
Peter opens his mouth to respond but the door behind him opens, Taylor appearing in the doorway with a serious look on his face. Peter returns to whatever he’s working on at his desk as Taylor nods for me to follow him.
A strange sort of tension knots in the pit of my stomach. I find myself racing through the various pieces of work I’ve done over the past couple of weeks, anything that could have caused an issue with Taylor, anything that could mean he’s calling an early morning meeting with me and looking at me like he’s about to tear me a new arsehole.
We step into one of the meeting rooms and he closes the door behind us. There’s barely anyone in the office at this hour, and the quietness of the corridors has me feeling all kinds of tense.
We sit and I can’t help but notice he has no files with him—no papers, no work to speak of—and I know what this must be about.
“Taylor—”
“I’ve had a message from a couple of people in the company who are telling me conflicting things about you and Lawrence,” he starts, keeping his tone calm, measured. “I thought I’d give you a chance to be honest with me because the last thing I want is for you to feel like I’m trying to catch you out.”
“Who told you?”
Taylor sighs. “It doesn’t matter who told me,” Taylor says. “What matters is that you kept it from me. How long have you been in a relationship with your assistant?”
I open my mouth to respond but quickly stop myself. A technicality, sure, but we haven’t really discussed whether we’re in a relationship or not. We are doing all the relationship type things, sure, but we’re yet to put an actual label on it.
“We’ve been seeing each other,” I say, somewhat sheepishly. It feels like the conversation we had about the copy room all over again, and I feel like I’ve let him down, like I maybe shouldn’t have been keeping this from him the way I have been. “It’s been a few weeks and… look, I know what you said before, but we haven’t been letting it interfere with our work. We’ve just been getting on with things as normal when we’re here.”
“I told you this wasn’t a good look, Kyle,” Taylor says, sitting back in his chair and letting out a sigh. “Larry is your assistant. Can you not see the problems this causes?”
“So far it hasn’t caused any.”
“Kyle,” Taylor replies. “I know you’re not this stupid, okay? I warned you that you shouldn’t be throwing away your career for some boy, and here you are doing exactly that.”
My blood runs cold. “What do you mean? Am I fired?”
Taylor sighs. “No, you’re not fired,” he says. “But this is a huge conflict of interest and… I don’t know. I need to discuss this with the other members of the exec and figure out what we’re going to do.”
“Going to do?”
“Yes,” Taylor replies. “This isn’t something we’ve had to deal with before, and the last thing I want is for you to… for you to get yourself into some kind of bind because of this boy. So… you’ll have to leave it with me. And in the mean time, maybe you need to cool things off with Larry a little bit. Make sure this is what you really want.”
Taylor gets up from his seat and makes his way out of the little room, but I don’t follow him because I can feel my brain starting to spiral. How can it be that we’re right at the beginning of something and already I’m having to think about finishing it for the sake of my career?
But he’s right, isn’t he? I can’t be out here putting my career at risk for someone I’ve literally known for a couple of weeks. That would be a ridiculous thing to do.
All I can think of is Larry, and his lovely face and his kindness and how happy he’s made me over the past few weeks. How can I let all of that go? I head back to my desk and make a couple of calls.
“Okay, so when I said you were stupid to pursue something with your assistant, did you just decide not to listen to me?” Matt stares at me from across the table incredulously. I’ve interrupted his writing day because, to be completely frank, it felt like the kind of crisis that he could help me through. I’m having second thoughts.
I take a sip of my coffee. It tastes more bitter than normal. Everything tastes like ashes in my mouth.
“I just… followed my gut.”
“You followed your dick,” Matt replies. “I thought you were just going to stop being such an arsehole to him, and instead you’re dating him?”
“It just happened,” I reply.
“Have you spoken to Larry about it?”
I shake my head. “I couldn’t say anything when he got to the office,” I reply. “It’s someone at the office who blabbed to Taylor about it, and if I start having secret crisis talks with Larry then people are going to think…”
“That you’re hooking up in the copy room again.”
“We did not hook up in the copy room.”
“If someone hadn’t been banging on the door, you would have hooked up in the copy room,” Matt says. “You just need to talk, to cool things down a little.”
“How do you mean?”
“Well, I guess things have been moving pretty quickly for the two of you, enough that someone has noticed,” Matt says. “So maybe the thing to do is to just cool it off at work, be seen less together in public, and see how things go. Either way, you need to be treading really carefully right now. You can’t lose your job over a boy, Kyle. That’s stupid, and you know it.”
And I know he’s right, but what about Larry? I don’t want to hurt him. I know how much he went through with his ex, and the last thing I want to do is cause him even more pain.
“I’ll be careful,” I say. “Or I’ll try, at least.”