Chapter 22
Leaping to his feet, Brent spun Graham around to face him. “If we’re going to cum, we’re going to cum together.” Positioning their hard-ons alongside one another, he pumped them side-by-side.
The sight of their erections against each other sent a rush coursing through Graham’s system. Fuck, was this a beautiful view. It was like their two cocks belonged together.
A wave of pleasure rose up in him. “Oh, fuck, Brent. I’m gonna cum.”
A devilish gleam flashed in Brent’s eyes. “Fuck, yeah. I want to see you cum for me.” He began to pump their dicks double-time.
Graham tossed his head back, helpless. “Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck.”
Brent picked up his speed further. “Show me that load, Graham.”
The next thing Graham knew, a great swell came over him. He swallowed down hard. Here it was. The point of no return.
“Fuuuuuccccckkkkk!”
A thick jet of cum shot out of him then, splattering across Brent’s fuzzy torso before him.
To be followed in short order by a climax of Brent’s own.
“Fuck, Graham. I’m cumming.”
Warm jizz painted Graham’s chest up to his neck.
Spent, the two men met eyes, panting in equal measure as the intensity gave way.
“Damn, that was hot.” Brent planted Graham with a kiss.
“You’re telling me.”
The two shared a smile.
“I’ll go grab us some towels.”
Nodding, Graham watched Brent’s backside as he took his leave from the room. How on earth did I get this lucky?
Unfortunately, his afterglow was not destined to last long. No sooner had Brent left the room than Graham found himself jarred back to reality by an all-too-familiar buzz coming from his crumpled pants on the floor.
He sighed under his breath. “Seriously? At this hour?”
Well, if someone was indeed calling him at midnight, it must have been important.
This had better be good, he thought to himself as he fished his phone out from his pants.
The name on his caller ID prompted a groan. “Again?” He punched the answer icon. “Do you have any idea what time it is, Orlando?”
“Sorry, boss,” came the voice across the line. “Mr. Burns is getting impatient again. I’ve been trying to reach you all day.”
Graham checked his missed calls. Sure enough, he had no fewer than eleven from Orlando throughout the day.
“What in the name of Barbra Streisand has been keeping you so busy, boss?”
The line fell silent as Graham found himself distracted by Brent’s naked silhouette down the hall.
“Uh, boss? You there?”
Graham shook himself out of it. “Sorry, Orlando. Now’s not really a good time.”
He could practically hear Orlando’s wry oh-I-am-so-on-to-you grin across the line. “I see. So you have been seeing that guy.”
Instantly, Graham felt his blood pressure spike. “I most absolutely have not.”
“You know, for an up-and-coming PR executive, you’re a terrible liar.”
“I do not need this from you right now, Orlando.”
Just then, Brent’s voice sounded down the hall. “What was that?”
The question clenched Graham’s stomach. “Nothing!”
A scandalized gasp ensued over the phone. “Oh, my god. You’re with him now.” A brief pause followed as Orlando connected the dots. “Wait, did you two just…?”
“That’s none of your concern, Orlando.”
“So you did!”
“I didn’t say that.”
“Is he hot?”
“Orlando, that is—”
“He is, isn’t he?”
“All right, Orlando.”
“Was it good?”
“Orlando!”
“Are you going to do it again?”
“ORLANDO!”
“What? I’m just trying to take an interest in my boss’s wellbeing.”
“Well, take less of an interest, please. I know professional boundaries aren’t exactly your strong suit, but can we at least pretend to have some semblance of a normal working relationship?”
“Don’t be embarrassed. You’ve been wound tighter lately than those pants you wear to Coco’s publicity events.”
Graham tried unsuccessfully to stifle a groan. “They’re good pants, darn it—no matter what the two of you say.”
“My point is, it’s good that you’re cutting loose a bit over the holidays. There’s no harm in getting some action, Graham. Lord knows you need it.”
Graham scoffed in offense. “I’ll be the judge of that, thank you.” He felt clarity begin to set in. What had he been thinking? Allowing himself to do the horizontal mambo with his old high school crush when he was supposed to be keeping tabs on Coco? Was he trying to sabotage himself?
“You there, boss?”
Again, Graham shook himself out of it. “You just tell Mr. Burns he has nothing to worry about. Everything—and I mean everything—is under control. Now, goodnight, Orlando.” He punched the end call button.
And not a moment too soon, either. From down the hall, he detected the sound of Brent’s footsteps. Quickly, he stashed his phone out of sight under a bed pillow.
“Were you just on the phone?”
Teeth clenched, Graham shook his head.
Brent narrowed his eyes, skeptical. “That’s funny. I could have sworn I heard you talking to someone.”
Jittery, Graham began collecting his clothes. “You know what, I think I’d better go.”
Disbelief filled Brent’s face. “You don’t want to shower first?”
“Nah, I’m good.” He pulled his shirt over himself.
Brent gave an accepting shrug. “Well, how about a cup of hot cocoa before you go?”
Graham avoided eye contact as he pulled up his pants. “Sorry, I’ve really got to get going.”
His companion scratched his head, confused. “What’s the rush?”
“I’ve just got to go.”
Brent’s brow furrowed deep with concern. “Geez, was I that bad?”
The response came matter-of-fact. “Goodnight, Brent.”
And just like that, Graham headed for the exit.
Only to find himself blocked by a still buck naked Brent inserting himself in his path. He resisted the urge to steal another glance at the appendage hanging in front of him.
“Hold up, buster. I’d say you’ve got some explaining to do—again, I might add.”
Graham grumbled under his breath. “Brent, there’s really nothing to say.”
“Nothing to say?” Brent’s face turned incredulous.
“We just had some of the best sex that either of us has had in quite some time, I suspect, at least based on how you were moaning like a goddamn pornstar five minutes ago. And suddenly you’re halfway out the door, just like that? With no explanation?”
Almost as if on cue, a buzzing began to vibrate from under one of the pillows.
Instantly, Graham felt his blood turn icy. Shit!
“That’s funny,” Brent said as he approached the bed. “I could have sworn I left my phone on the nightstand.” Lifting up the pillow, he uncovered Graham’s phone, humming with an incoming call. “Orlando, eh?” Hurt flooded over his face. “So that’s the explanation.”
Quickly, Graham snatched away his phone. “It’s not what you think, Brent.”
His companion just scoffed bitterly. “Uh-huh. How many times have you used that line before?”
Graham felt himself spiral into panic. “Listen, Brent. I can explain.”
“Save it. First, you lie about being together with Coco. Then, you lie about being single. Your whole life, Graham, is nothing but lies.” Sighing, he stepped aside from the doorway.
“I guess I shouldn’t be surprised. You’re a big shot in LA.
What do you care what some dumb, small-town nobody thinks of you?
You’re going places. Me? I’m just a simple, boring townie.
” He swallowed down hard, as if struggling to go on.
“But you don’t have to worry about me anymore.
Live your lies, for all I care. Just kindly leave me out of them. ” He gestured toward the doorway.
Graham felt like an anvil had just landed in his chest. “Brent, listen. You don’t understand.”
“I understand plenty.”
At this, Graham released a sigh. So that was that. Wordless, he saw himself out. Apparently, this conversation—and with it, any hope of making amends with Brent—were over.