Anyone But You

by Brien Michaels

  Ryan let go of a breath and blinked rapidly, trying to clear his head. What the fuck had just happened? Ten minutes ago, he’d been sitting at his desk moping and hungover and now he had what felt like a piece of steel between his legs. If Jack came back right now and tried to fuck him, he damn sure wouldn’t need any lube.

  Straightening his tie, Ryan returned to his desk, scanning the outside of his office to make sure no one was looking his way, because hopefully that meant they didn’t suspect what had happened in here.

  He spent less than a minute toying with the idea of letting Jack back into his life before taking out his phone and practically punching in a text.

  I changed my mind. I’m not accepting your resignation. Have your ass in my office at Close of Business.

  He waited a minute for the reply and when it came he grinned.

  I’m the one in control here. You don’t tell me what to do.

  Yeah? Well today the tables were turning.

  I said what I said.

  Another few seconds and then, Yes, sir. Anything you say, flashed across his screen. He dropped the phone back into his pocket and ran a hand through his hair, reclining in his chair. Now that his hormones were getting to a manageable range, he allowed himself the thought that this afternoon might not work out the way he wanted. What if Jack still couldn’t get hard and wanted him to go break out a wig? How would he respond? Would he throw another fit and storm out, this time forever, or would it be the effort, ultimately, that swayed him to stay a little longer? Ryan didn’t know.

  But he couldn’t wait to see how it turned out.

  Jack didn’t know what had come over him. When he’d walked into Ryan’s office, his only plan had been to talk, to try to make Ryan see reason. Things had just ballooned out of control. But it had gotten him what he’d wanted, sort of, so he wasn’t complaining. His dick was still straining against his underwear, begging to be free even as he imagined bending Ryan in all his manly glory over the desk. Hopefully he would be able to go through with it and his life could go back to normal. Whatever normal was.

  He spent the rest of the day unpacking boxes, putting his office back together. A little premature, sure, but with the way the last few days had gone, he had no choice but to hope for the best. Not like things could get any worse.

  So why, when the end of the day finally came, did he feel like he was going to be sick? He’d had sex with Ryan dozens of times since they’d met, this time couldn’t be that much different. But as he walked out of his office and down the seemingly endless hallway toward Ryan’s with the firm slowly emptying around him, the nausea in his guts swelled and it took serious effort not to dash off to the nearest bathroom.

  A minute later, he knocked on Ryan’s open door and the man inside looked up, all smiles for the first time in what felt like forever. Just like that, his nerves melted away and he wanted nothing more than to get this started. The sound of people still moving around behind him quashed that thought, though.

  “You ready to get out of here?” Ryan asked, his voice husky. He couldn’t have been trying to hide the lust in his eyes because they practically blazed with it.

  Even if the two of them did try to leave, Jack wasn’t sure they’d make it out of the building before Ryan jumped his bones. But Jack had other things in mind. “No way. I’ve got something better planned.”

  “Oh yeah? Like what?”

  Jack stepped inside, didn’t bother closing the door behind him. “I’m gonna fuck your lights out right here.”

  Ryan’s face turned a deep shade of red. “The office is still full of people.”

  Fuck, that flustered look was cute. “Ask me if I care.”

  “Jack, really, we can’t.” His eyes darted around the room, seemingly searching for an escape, and Jack couldn’t hold it anymore.

  He let out a bark of laughter, doubling over with the relief of it. He hadn’t laughed since he’d put in his resignation, and it felt great, like a boulder was rolling away from his chest. “You should see the look on your face.”

  “W-what?”

  “Of course I’m going to wait for everyone to leave, dummy. I’m not about to risk the other partners finding out.”

  Ryan breathed a sigh and his expression softened. The corners of his mouth quirked into a grin, and Jack realized, once again, how hopelessly in love he was with the man sitting in front of him. It didn’t seem right that they had met so late in his life, because they’d obviously been made for one another. And Jack planned to spend every day making Ryan feel as important and cherished as he was.

  “But in the meantime,” he said, taking the chair across the desk. “Did you already get another second chair for the Benning case?”

  Ryan chuckled. “No. I’ve been putting it off. Guess I was hoping something like this would happen and you’d reconsider.”

  Jack shook his head. “There should have never been anything to reconsider. I was being selfish, and I’m sorry.”

  “I appreciate that. Hopefully you’ve got all of that out of your system. For Stephanie’s sake. I’ve got a meeting with her Monday, and I’d like it if you came along so she can meet both of us face-to-face.”

  “Sure thing.”

  They spent the next hour or so discussing the details of the case, and Ryan explained the difference between drag queens and transgender people.

  “Look, Sheila is a character,” Ryan was saying, and Jack couldn’t help but stare at the curve of his lips, the jut of his chin, the soft contours of his face. Even without the makeup, in the right lighting, he could pass for a gorgeous woman. “At the end of the day, I not only can, but I want to take her off. Drag gets exhausting, after a while. But for people like Stephanie Benning, it’s not something they can slip in and out of. It’s who they are. I put on my hair and my pretty dress and my makeup and suddenly . . . I’m Cleopatra, out for a night on the town, and people stare and they Ooh and Ahh and I love it, because I like being looked at. And they like to look.” He shook his head. “But in most cases, trans people don’t want to be gawked at. If they blend in with the crowd, more often than not, then they’re safe.” Ryan paused. He bit his top lip. “I already know this sounds shitty, but I can’t think of a better way to say it, and it’s pissing me off.” He took a deep breath. “But it’s the same way a lot of people in the community feel . . . If you don’t stand out, don’t make waves, people don’t have a reason to fuck with you, you know? Not that we should have to cater to assholes. It’s their problem, not ours, but it’s still that constant fear.”

  Jack thought back to his fight with Cal the other night. “Doesn’t mean that they won’t.” Then he remembered Cal’s visit earlier and shook it away. That was a whole can of worms he wasn’t prepared to deal with right now.

  “True. But when someone at least feels safe, they’re more content, usually. Which is what makes Stephanie’s case so fucked up. She felt safe enough to let the people she worked with know who she really was and got fired for it.”

  “And now we’re going to stick it to her boss.”

  “We’re going to try to, anyway. I still don’t know what judge we’re going to get, and if it’s one of the more conservative ones, we may be fucked.” His gaze darted over Jack’s shoulder, but Jack barely noticed. He was too wrapped up in what a shitty place this world was. Why couldn’t people just be who they were without others feeling like they could put restrictions on them? He was so sick of hiding. Sick of everything that came with not wanting people to know the real him. Well he wasn’t going to hide anymore. He’d stand up and be proud, regardless of what the consequences might be.

  “No, we’re going to give it to the bastard. If that’s how he treats his people, then he doesn’t deserve to be an employer.” A plan had already started to roll around in Jack’s brain, to be executed if they lost the case, but a foot trailing up and down his inner calf brought him back to the present.

  Ryan stared at him with a slightly raised eyebrow and nodded toward t
he outer office. “Looks like everyone is gone, to me.”

  A grin split Jack’s face and all thoughts besides those of the man in front of him were gone. He grabbed Ryan by the tie and pulled him into another kiss.

  Jack couldn’t believe he was doing this again, or how right it felt. He got out of the chair without breaking their connection, climbed on top of the desk, and got as close as he could. While their tongues battled, Jack worked at undoing Ryan’s tie, then pushed the jacket off of his shoulders and unbuttoned his shirt. He ripped the shirt the rest of the way, smiling against Ryan’s lips as the buttons hit the floor and scattered. Jack got off the desk and kissed his way down Ryan’s body, sucking first one nipple, then the other between his teeth, rolling it and flicking at it until it was hard. He licked his way down Ryan’s stomach, opening Ryan’s belt and pants before going lower. Jack paused when Ryan’s scent filled his nostrils. He’d never smelled anything more intoxicating, a mixture of some soft, feminine scent and an earthy aroma that almost had his mouth watering. But he’d never done this before. What if he was terrible at it?

  “It’s okay,” Ryan said from above him.

  Jack wasn’t sure what, exactly, Ryan meant, but he took it as encouragement and gripped Ryan’s cock before sucking the head between his lips. He traced it with his tongue, relishing the tiny hitch of breath from his boyfriend. He went an inch lower. Then another. Then another. And then fuck, he actually had a dick in his mouth and had no clue what to do. So he closed his eyes and pretended it was his own. If their positions had been reversed, what would he want done?

  That did the trick.

  He got Ryan’s cock wet enough to stroke with both his hand and his tongue and used his other hand to fondle Ryan’s balls. The body beneath his squirmed, Ryan muttering a string of curses Jack had never heard before, and it only spurred him on. Until Ryan pushed his head away.

  “You gotta stop,” he panted. “I’m about to blow.”

  “Good,” Jack said, and if he was looking in a mirror, he was sure he’d see some sinister expression staring back at him. He dove back in and, a minute later, Ryan’s hand reappeared. This time, Ryan shoved Jack’s head down as his hips bucked forward and his cock slipped farther down Jack’s throat.

  Fuck. It hadn’t been that deep before. Jack’s eyes watered and he gagged, feeling Ryan’s stomach rumble as he groaned. He gagged again, but held it back because he could feel Ryan’s cock pulsing between his lips. A mingle of bitter and sweet danced on his taste buds and the back of his mouth was suddenly full. He knew it wasn’t just saliva, so he pushed what he could to the back of his throat, took a breath through his nostrils, and swallowed. Ryan’s body seized, jerked, and went limp. Jack used one hand to wipe away his tears while squeezing Ryan’s dick between the thumb and forefinger of the other, dragging them up and drawing out every drop. Ryan released a slow, shaky breath as Jack kissed his way back up his body, then paused and practically breathed against his neck, “You wanna taste?”

  “Fuck yeah,” Ryan growled before crushing their mouths together. He seemed to be searching for traces of himself, and it turned Jack on more than ever before. He was still hard, and fuck, he wanted to get it done before his body betrayed him. But he couldn’t. Not yet. There was still prep work to be done, and that taste of Ryan’s ass he’d gotten earlier had only been a tease. He wanted more.

  “Get up and bend over.”

  Ryan did as he was told. Jack knelt behind him, parted his ass cheeks and dove in. Ryan’s moans went up an octave as Jack probed him, tracing his taint before sticking his tongue in and curling it back as though trying to beckon another orgasm. Jack feasted, doing things with his tongue he hadn’t even known were possible. The higher Ryan’s voice went, the more Jack gave, until he couldn’t take it anymore. He hadn’t been with anyone else, and he prayed Ryan hadn’t either as he stood up. “Tell me you’ve got a condom.”

  “Do we need one? Really?” Ryan asked.

  Thank God. “Fuck no.” The sight of Ryan beneath him was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen. Ryan’s head hung off the desk with his arms stretched out to either end, clutching the edges as though his life depended on it.

  “Don’t you fucking move,” Jack said, undoing his zipper and letting his cock spring free, still mercifully hard. He spat in his hand stroked himself, staring at Ryan’s bubble butt. Fuck, it looked almost as amazing as it had tasted. So why had Jack gotten less firm? Maybe he hadn’t been as hard as he’d thought.

  No. Please, God, no. But he was definitely getting smaller, and one glance told him that Ryan had loosened his grip on the desk. Jack couldn’t let him know anything was wrong, so he sank to his knees again and continued lapping at the man beneath him. This couldn’t be happening. He’d been solid the entire fucking time, so why when it came time to actually do the damn thing had his body turned on him? What kind of self-sabotaging shit was that?

  He gave his mouth a break and circled a finger around Ryan’s hole before letting it sink in to the second knuckle. He added a second finger and used them, scissoring and working them in and out, curling them until they found Ryan’s prostate.

  “Please,” Ryan whimpered. “I need you.”

  Jack was definitely hard again, but he didn’t trust himself to stay that way. He replaced his fingers with his tongue and started to stroke himself again. His cock had dried, but it didn’t matter because if he couldn’t stay hard once he stood up, he wouldn’t be able to get it in, lubricated or not. He said one more prayer, got to his feet, did his best to spit downright onto the head of his cock, and pressed his way inside.

  Shit, Ryan was even tighter than he remembered. How long had it been since he’d been inside him? And it definitely felt better without a condom. Ryan’s walls were slick and silky, and they caressed him as Ryan squeezed around him.

  Jack was still hard. There didn’t seem to be any sign of waning, and damn it, that was all he needed. He grabbed Ryan’s hip with one hand and his shoulder with the other, and then he was fucking him. Harder than he’d ever done it before. But he knew Ryan was loving every inch of it, because he was pressing back, bouncing and dancing like he’d never be fucked again. It was happening. Jack was inside a man. All man. No wig. No makeup. No illusion at all, and it was the most incredible thing he’d ever felt, because he’d never felt so close to Ryan as he did now.

  “Fuck . . . me . . . fuck . . . me . . . fuck . . . me . . .” Ryan sang, and Jack obliged. He’d keep this going for as long as he could, but that wouldn’t be long—his orgasm was already starting to build at the base of his balls. Jack didn’t dare try to stave it off because, with his luck, he’d lose his hard-on completely and this would all be for nothing. One look at the way Ryan’s ass swallowed him, clapping around his dick was all it took. Jack grunted, and before he could say anything, he blew his load, coating the inside of Ryan with everything he had to offer.

  But the high was short-lived. Through the haze, he noticed a shadow at the other end of the hall, and the door was still open, so they had no cover. Jack lifted Ryan, pulled him back and to the floor.

  “What the fuck—” Ryan started before Jack clapped a hand over his mouth.

  “Someone’s coming,” he hissed.

  Jack had expected panic, a frantic effort to pull clothes back on. Something. But instead he got, “But I’m not done yet.” Ryan cast a glance over his shoulder. “Lean back.” Stunned, Jack did as he was told, which told him that they were completely under the cover of the desk. Or, at least, he was.

  And it was then that he noticed that he was still inside Ryan. And still hard as a fucking rock, because Ryan started bouncing on his cock again. Jack bit his lower lip and let his head hit the wood behind him. He couldn’t believe what was happening, but why fight it? The risk of getting caught was thrilling. He hadn’t felt anything like it since that night in the alley, and he was all for it. The footsteps were getting closer, and Ryan’s hand was working furiously between his own legs.

>   The sound of rolling wheels echoed down the hallway. It was the custodian emptying trash cans, which gave them a minute, maybe two, to finish. Jack was already on the verge of another climax, but he did his best to hold it back, because he wanted to come with Ryan this time. So he let himself feel and enjoy what was happening to him, but he imagined the sullen look on the janitor’s face as he went floor to floor, cleaning up after people who likely had no respect for him. And the sounds grew closer still. Ryan was clenching him harder, and Jack looked down to see thick, white ropes on his dick, getting Ryan’s ass wetter and pushing them both closer to the edge of oblivion.

  “I’m about to come,” Ryan breathed at last.

  “Thank God.” Jack held Ryan’s hips in place and bucked his hips up, trying to hit one of Ryan’s spots. It must have worked, because Ryan gave a strangled cry and his body seized again. Jack let go and they came together. Stars exploded in front of his eyes. After a moment Jack became aware that the sounds outside the office had stopped. He put a hand on Ryan’s back to still him and listened. Finally, he heard a small groan.

  “Great. More sex stains. I don’t get paid enough for this.”

  And then the wheels were retreating. Jack thought Ryan would be horrified, but instead he collapsed into a fit of laughter, sliding off Jack’s cock and rolling onto his back. Jack couldn’t help it. He laughed too.

  “Get over here and kiss me.”

  Jack did as he was told.

  “I love you too,” Ryan said.

  They were the most beautiful words Jack had ever heard.

  Four hours. Jack had been back in Ryan’s life officially for four hours, and Ryan had never been happier. Already, he was dreaming up new numbers for Sheila and, though he wouldn’t admit it to Jack, he might have been planning a holiday vacation somewhere exotic.