by Jaclyn Quinn
Griffin leaned over, dragging his tongue over the purple head of Jeremy’s cock, cleaning up any liquid that had seeped out of his slit onto his skin. Jeremy moaned when he felt a wet fingertip press against his pucker, circling his rim before pushing inside.
“Oh fuck, yes,” he whispered, mouth dry from his rapid breathing. “More…please…” He screwed his eyes shut, welcoming the invasion as Griffin added another finger.
“Jesus. So damn gorgeous.” Griffin moved his slick fingers in and out.
Jeremy gripped his own thighs, pulling his legs back. “Lightsaber…your dick…get something bigger inside me Griffin.” Now he was a bossy bottom. Funny how he couldn’t find it in him to care.
Griffin squeezed his thigh. “I like this side of you. Wanna see you take control.”
“Then that’s an order. Get something in my ass. You’re killing me here.” They both laughed. Jeremy smacked the side of Griffin’s thigh, loving this easy banter between them but desperate for Griffin to fill him.
Griffin opened the box and took out a condom. “Feel the force.” Griffin shook his head. “That’s so bad it’s good.” He ripped the package open, suited up, and covered his dick in lube. Then he lit the green dildo back up, slicking it up before bringing it to Jeremy’s hole. “This must be what it’s like to fuck the Hulk.”
Jeremy’s laugh morphed into a long moan when Griffin pushed the tip inside. Slowly, he inched the silicone cock in Jeremy’s ass, pulling it out a little before thrusting it back in. Jeremy’s toes curled, the dildo rubbing against his prostate deliciously. “Fuck yes.” Griffin steadily stroked his own cock, his eyes glued to where the green light was moving in and out of Jeremy’s ass.
It was amazing and not enough. “Griffin, need you. Wanna feel you.”
“Hell yeah,” Griffin growled, gently pulling the dildo from Jeremy’s body. When he replaced it with his own hard cock, Jeremy’s eyes rolled to the back of his head. It felt so good. He felt so good inside Jeremy. Like they’d done this a million times before. “Oh my God, Jeremy. I could stay inside you forever.”
“Somehow, I think that goes against office policy.” Jeremy reached up and pulled Griffin down on top of him while the man began to pick up speed. “It’s a stupid policy, really.”
Griffin grinned then took Jeremy’s mouth again. Their bodies slid against each other, Jeremy’s toes once again curling, heat building in the base of his spine. “Griffin,” he whimpered at the same time Griffin whispered, “I’m close. Please tell me you’re close.”
“Mhmm…yeah…I’m close…” He wrapped his legs around Griffin’s back then took hold of his cock, stroking to the rhythm of Griffin’s thrusts. Energy coursed through him, his balls drawing up tight, his vision blurry as his cock erupted and he cried out, coating their chests.
“Fuck, that’s hot. Jesus…I’m gonna…” Griffin’s words trailed off, his eyes squeezing shut, his body jerking as he let go inside the condom. He fucked himself through the aftershocks then collapsed on top of Jeremy.
They were both out of breath and thoroughly sated. Slowly, Griffin slid out of Jeremy and rid himself of the condom. He didn’t go far, though, laying back down on top of Jeremy, his head on Jeremy’s chest. “That was…”
“Yeah,” Jeremy whispered. It was incredible, mind-blowing, and Jeremy realized that he’d never had a chance to worry about not being good enough. Every move they’d made had been so in sync. He couldn’t remember why he’d been so nervous before.
Chapter Seven
Jeremy had been on edge all day, nervously watching the door to the office. He hadn’t let himself think too much about Monday morning over the weekend, but now it was Monday morning. He’d just spent the most amazing two days with a man who he never thought would want someone like him—now here he sat, terrified of how he was supposed to act around Griffin at work.
He jumped when a chair landed right next to him and Aaliyah dropped down into it. She leaned her elbow on the desk, supported her chin with her hand, and watched the door. “Who are we waiting for?”
“I’m not waiting for anyone. What makes you think I’m waiting for someone?” He averted his eyes and picked up his keys, rolling the Death Star between his fingers.
“Ah…so you’re waiting for the man who stole my lunch partner.” She bumped his shoulder with hers. “How’s the new friendship going?”
Jeremy gave her a nervous side-glance, cursing the fact that he couldn’t control a blush that was once again flooding his face with heat.
Aaliyah leaned back and studied him. “Wait a minute…” Her eyes narrowed then widened with understanding. “Oh my God! You and Griffin?”
“Shhh!” Jeremy scanned the office, looking for any signs that their coworkers were listening. “Can you not announce it to the whole office?”
“Honey, what’s the big deal?”
“Hey,” that deep, velvety voice said from the other side of the counter. All the hairs on Jeremy’s arms stood on end. He looked up, and when their eyes met, everything else faded away. The man took Jeremy’s breath away every time he saw him, and all logical thought melted in a puddle at the guy’s feet.
But when Jeremy went to respond… That was another story. “H-hey…”
He was at a loss. He had no idea how to act around Griffin here. They sure as hell were more than friends now, but what exactly were they? They hadn’t talked about that either. Truth be told, Jeremy had never had a boyfriend before. He didn’t know how any of this was supposed to play out. It was driving him crazy because he was a planner to the core. He’d planned his whole entire life out, and nowhere on the schedule had he accounted for a boyfriend. He could hear his brother groaning in exasperation now.
Who schedules relationships into their life plan?
“I’m just gonna…” Aaliyah pointed toward her cubicle and stood up to leave Jeremy and Griffin alone. “Nice to see you, Griffin,” she said, not at all hiding the fact that she knew what was going on.
“You too.” Griffin gave a fake smile, obviously feeling the tension in the air.
Jeremy approached the counter, hating the doubt that was now in Griffin’s eyes, but all of this was so new and confusing.
Griffin eyed him warily. “You okay?”
Jesus, was he? Because he felt like he was sweating through his shirt, his insecurities on display for the whole office to witness. “Yeah?” Okay, so it would have been better if that answer hadn’t come out as a question.
Lillian, otherwise known as Ms. Snooty, walked over to the end of the counter, giving Jeremy and Griffin a judgmental stare. Why he cared what she or anyone else thought was beyond him, but he couldn’t help it. He’d only been here two weeks, but he wanted his coworkers to like him, and he sure as hell didn’t want to stir the pot or be the topic of office gossip.
“I, uh…was in the building and just wanted to stop in and say hi.” When Jeremy didn’t respond, feeling Lillian’s hard stare burning a hole into the side of his face, Griffin sighed. “This seems like a bad time. I’ll see ya later, Jeremy.” Griffin walked out of the office, and Jeremy’s heart sank. Why did he have to be so damn awkward?
He turned and found Lillian staring at him, judgment marring her face as she crossed her arms and shook her head. Anger coursed through Jeremy—at himself, at this woman—until he finally asked harshly, “What?”
She raised her brows in that who-do-you-think-you’re-talking-to way that every mom on the face of the planet had perfected. “If you don’t go after that man, I’ll lose all respect for you.”
“Huh?”
She planted her hands on her ample hips, and he cowered, feeling like he was five years old again. “You heard me. Anyone can see what’s going on between the two of you. That man just left here lookin’ like you kicked his puppy.” He stared at her in confusion and shock. For a man who didn’t like when people made assumptions about him, he sure as hell made one about her. You made one about Griffin, too. “What are you waiting for?
Go!” she chided.
Jeremy jumped into action, and finally, a small smile graced the woman’s face, making her seem less threatening. He returned the gesture, yelling, “Thanks!” over his shoulder as he ran out the door.
Shit…he had no idea which direction Griffin went in. He heard the door to the stairwell down the end of the hall close and took a chance, jogging toward them and pushing through the entrance. Heavy footsteps sounded on the stairs below, but when Jeremy yelled out, “Griffin?” the footsteps stopped.
Jeremy took the steps down quickly, slamming into Griffin when he reached the next landing. They both hit the wall and groaned. “Shit, Jeremy. I’m not a display of King Kocks.” Griffin rubbed the back of his head as he leaned against the wall, Jeremy pressed up against him.
“I’m sorry I’m so awkward!” he said in a rush, a little too loudly, but the tension eased from his body when Griffin softly laughed.
Jeremy leaned his face in the crook of Griffin’s neck, breathing him in. When Griffin’s arms wrapped around him, he let out a sigh of relief. “What am I gonna do with you?” Griffin whispered, kissing the side of Jeremy’s head.
Jeremy looked up into his gorgeous, brown eyes. “Be patient with me?”
Griffin’s eyes dropped to Jeremy’s mouth, making Jeremy’s cock stir with interest. “I can do that.” Their eyes met again. “But are you sure this is what you want? Because—”
Jeremy silenced him with a kiss. “It is. It’s what I want, I’ve just never been here before. I told you that no one’s ever spoken to me the way you do, but no one’s ever looked at me the way you do either. No one’s ever made me feel the way you do or touched me the way you do. I’ve spent twenty-five years of being nothing special, but…”—he made himself hold Griffin’s gaze—“you make me feel like I’m everything.”
Griffin swooped in, claiming Jeremy’s mouth. He turned Jeremy, pressing him back against the wall. Griffin’s hand slid to Jeremy’s groin, rubbing his hard cock through his khaki pants, which would surely have a wet mark on them if they didn’t stop. Jeremy whimpered, rocking his hips, until logic somehow seeped in. He pulled away, dragging in deep breaths. “We shouldn’t…”
Griffin’s dark eyes took on a wicked gleam—right before he dropped to his knees.
“Oh my God! What are you do—oh sweet baby Jesus…” Jeremy’s head fell back with a thunk against the hard, cinderblock wall as Griffin pulled his cock out and took him to the back of his wet, hot throat. Who gave a shit about life plans?
Planning was stupid.
Orgasms were brilliant.
The thrill of being caught enhanced every stroke of Griffin’s tongue against his hard shaft. Struggling to stay coherent enough to hear if anyone was on the stairs sent a whole new level of excitement through him. His head was spinning as he grabbed hold of Griffin’s raven locks and pumped his cock over and over again into that sexy mouth. He’d never been this reckless before in his life—and he fucking loved it.
He heard laughter above them, and an image of how they must look flashed through his mind. Jeremy panting against the wall, Griffin on his knees with his head between Jeremy’s legs, cock hard and wet in the gorgeous man’s talented mouth. Exhibitionism had never been on his radar, but damned if there wasn’t a small part of him that wanted someone to catch them right now. He wanted someone to witness how this man made him fall apart. He wanted—
He covered his mouth, his eyes crossing, body quaking as he released in the back of Griffin’s throat. Griffin took it all, sucking until the tremors stopped. Quickly, the man stood, tucking Jeremy back in his pants before grabbing his hand and pulling him down the stairs. Jeremy’s legs wobbled, trying to keep up in his post-orgasmic haze. Griffin pushed a door open and dragged Jeremy outside, both of them in hysterics.
“I can’t believe you just did that,” Jeremy said in awe.
“I can’t believe I did either. That was the second hottest thing I’ve ever done in my life.” He pulled Jeremy into his arms. “You know what the first was,” he said, his voice low and raspy.
The fact that Jeremy was a first anything for Griffin blew his mind. Because Griffin was so many firsts for Jeremy. He prayed there were more to come. “I hate that I have to go back to the office now.”
“Me too, but I’ll see you at lunch?”
And there it was: He’d only have to wait a few more hours before seeing Griffin again. That surpassed any trepidations he’d had about them working in the same place. “Can’t wait.” He leaned in and kissed Griffin, his fear of anyone seeing them, of this being unprofessional, melted away with the press of the man’s lips.
Jeremy walked back to his office in a daze. He couldn’t remember ever being this happy before. He pushed open the office door and walked around the counter to his desk. A throat cleared and Jeremy looked up to find Aaliyah and Lillian looking at him with knowing smirks. They gave each other a high-five, looking at him approvingly when Aaliyah said, “That’s what I’m talking about.”
He wanted to sink into the floor from embarrassment, but when Lillian gave him a wink and an approving nod, Jeremy straightened his back. He’d never felt confident before, except when he’d kept his mind focused on his future.
But he was absolutely positive that Griffin was who he wanted, and surprisingly enough, he was positive Griffin wanted him, too.
Jeremy shuffled to the door, slipping his glasses onto his face and then rubbed the back of his head as he yawned. The pounding on his door started again, and Jeremy growled. “I’m coming! Jesus. What’s the emergency?” Jeremy yanked the door open, ready to hurt whoever was on the other side.
“Damn, bro. Were you seriously in bed already? It’s nine o’clock on a Friday night!” Craig pushed past him into the apartment while Jeremy’s sleepy brain tried to catch up.
“What are you doing here? You weren’t supposed to be here until tomorrow.” Jeremy closed the door and locked it. He pushed his fingers under the frames on his face and rubbed his tired eyes, yawning again.
“I left work early. Decided to surprise you, but I sure as hell didn’t expect you to be in bed already. Binge watching some weird Netflix show? Yes. Sleeping? No.” Craig tossed his bag on the floor. “Okay, we gotta turn this Friday night around.”
“Craig…”
“There’s gotta be a bar or club in this town, right?”
“Craig, I’m not—”
Craig held up his hand. “Not taking no for an answer, Jer. Now, you know I’m not into the D, but I can still be a wingman. Get dressed and let’s”—Griffin walked out of Jeremy’s bedroom, scratching his chest and looking sleep-rumpled and sexy as hell—“go.”
Jeremy snorted. “Like I was trying to say, I’m not alone.” He wrapped his arm around Griffin’s waist, trying to ignore the way Griffin’s black, striped sleep pants hung low on his hips.
Craig’s mouth dropped open then curved into a half-smile. “I’ve never been more proud in my life.” Craig wiped away fake tears then busted out laughing.
Jeremy hung his head and groaned. He looked up at Griffin. “I apologize now for whatever embarrassing shit that comes out of my brother’s mouth.”
“What? I’m supportive, dammit. I was gonna be your wingman to help you get some D!”
“Oh my God,” Jeremy groaned, covering his face with his hand.
Griffin laughed beside him. “That is pretty supportive,” he said. “Although, he definitely doesn’t need your help.” He extended his hand. “I’m Griffin, by the way.”
“Shoot, sorry. Griffin, meet my crazy brother, Craig. Craig, this is my boyfriend, Griffin.” It felt amazing to call Griffin his boyfriend. They’d been inseparable ever since the job at their job, as they jokingly referred to it. He didn’t have any hang-ups anymore. The whole office knew they were dating, and quite honestly, it hadn’t made much of a difference. They had separate jobs on a huge campus, and at the end of the day, they’d come back here or go to Griffin’s. Life was pretty perfect, actu
ally.
Craig shook Griffin’s hand. “You’ve been holdin’ out on me, Jer. How did I not know about this?” Craig plopped down on the couch, making himself at home.
Griffin sat on the other end and pulled Jeremy down next to him. Jeremy looked nervously at Griffin, hoping the fact that he hadn’t told Craig about him didn’t offend him. Griffin smiled and kissed the side of his head, letting him know it was okay. Jeremy turned and answered, “Because we’re still new. I wanted this to be just for me for a little while. And I knew you were coming here, so I figured I’d just wait and tell you in person.”
Craig studied Jeremy then leaned forward to look at Griffin. “And you… What are your intentions with my brother?”
Griffin snorted and Jeremy groaned again. “You did not just ask that.”
“I have a lot of intentions where he’s concerned. Do you want me to list them all? Could be long…and a little graphic…but okay.” He held up his hand, ticking off one finger. “First—”
“Nope! Nope, nope, nope. We’re all good here.” Craig laughed. “Jeremy, I approve.”
“Babe”—Jeremy squeezed Griffin’s thigh—“could you grab the extra pillow and blanket out of the closet in my bedroom for Craig to use?”
“Yeah, sure thing.” He gave Jeremy a quick peck on the lips and stood up, walking back to the bedroom.
It occurred to Jeremy in that moment that Craig had never actually seen him kiss a guy before. Was it weird for him? He looked at his brother and was met with a warm smile. “I’m happy for you, Jeremy. He seems cool. All I’ve ever wanted was for you to start living your life. Seems like he’s just the guy who can help you do that.”