“Is that really what you thought?”
“Yeah. Reese was talking to me. Said you’re just quiet, and I get that. Sorry if I gave you a hard time.”
I’m a little irritated that Reese said anything to him, but also relieved. Suddenly I’m seeing Tyler in a different light. He can actually not be a dickhead? While we continue cleaning up, we get to chatting while we work, and soon he’s talking to me about his wife and kids.
“I’m trying to plan out this birthday celebration for my wife,” he says. “It’s her thirty-fifth birthday. You know, we’ve been together ten years now.”
“Ten years? That’s fucking impressive.” My record with guys is far less impressive.
He smiles as though he’s shocked that I’m even interested in hearing about his life. He wipes the back of his arm across his forehead. “She deserves something special. We’ve been through a lot of hard times together. And I was just trying to think of something she might enjoy, you know? Not like the usual dinner-and-a-movie sort of deal. We do that pretty much every weekend.”
“Have you thought about maybe a surprise party? Invite some of her friends.”
“Yeah, but I don’t know if that’ll really surprise her.”
“Is there anyone she’s good friends with or maybe a close family member you can talk into flying in for it? That’d surprise the hell out of her.”
His eyes light up. “She has this friend from college who lives in D. C. now. They talk on the phone all the time. Oh, shit. I guess I should have thought of that. Thanks. That’s a really good idea.”
It’s nice lowering my defenses for a change. I haven’t had a chat like that with someone I worked with in a long time.
All that tension from when we fought before has completely dissolved. Maybe Reese chatting with him wasn’t such a bad thing after all. Maybe this new gig is gonna be good for me. Although I know better than to believe that. Everywhere seems great in the beginning…until shit starts getting complicated.
Tyler’s not a bad guy. And Reese was right about me finding trouble everywhere I go. It happens enough that I know I have to be at least partly to blame.
Tyler starts talking to me about personal shit about his life. Makes me wish I had a buddy that I could talk to about Reese. Someone I could confide in. Of course, there are so many reasons I can’t talk to Tyler about my life. A shame I can’t shoot the breeze about what’s going on with me the way he can about his wife.
When lunchtime arrives, I head up to the breakroom. A few of the other guys lounge around, eating their lunches. Reese heads in and approaches the vending machine, still ignoring me.
Of course he is. I’m just this trashy trick that he doesn’t give a shit about.
“Morgan,” he says with that same military tone in his voice as when he ordered me to get on my knees on his bed. My co-worker glances up from his ham-and-cheese sandwich.
“Yeah?” he asks.
“Can you swing by my office later to review some ordering information with me? I’ve been looking at a couple of other vendors that might be a little cheaper, but I want to go through it with you before I make my decision.”
“You got it, boss.”
A soda bottle hits the bottom of the vending machine. Reese pulls it out and leaves without so much as glancing my way.
My chest aches as I’m filled with disappointment.
Maybe yesterday was all I’m ever going to get from him. He doesn’t seem like the sort of guy who opens up much. Reminds me of why I keep everyone at a distance. Can’t get disappointed if you don’t let people in.
After I finish my lunch, I head back toward the warehouse, passing his office. I consider going in, but I don’t want to make a complete idiot out of myself. Don’t want to seem like this desperate fucker who needs his cock inside me again. Even though that’s kinda true.
As I pass one of our supply closets, I feel someone grab me from behind, and as I turn, there’s Reese. He practically shoves me into the closet. Before I know it, he’s pushed me so that my back hits and closes the door behind me. He kisses me hard, the hairs in his beard pricking at my face.
His firm muscles are tight against my body. I wrap my arms around him, clinging tightly as this experience offers assurance that my delusions from earlier were totally unreasonable. His tongue slides between my lips, and I greet it with my own. I rest a hand on the back of his head as he kisses down my face, to my neck. The sort of kisses he gave me yesterday. Wild. Careless. Passionate.
Considering how good it feels and how every muscle in my body relaxes, I would have thought I had gone months without feeling this sort of excitement. Not just a day.
“I’ve missed that hot piece of ass all day,” he whispers so that his breath slams against my neck. More confirmation that my worries were for nothing.
It’s not that I like him. It’s that I’ve had enough sex to know the difference between when it’s good and when it’s a fucking stick of dynamite exploding, crashing through my trembling nerves.
“I thought you were ignoring me because you were ashamed about what we did.”
“The only thing I’m ashamed of,” he says, “is that I’m not inside you right now.”
“I have a condom in my wallet.” I still have it from when I was planning to meet up with that trick the other night.
He pulls away, looking at me with serious eyes. Is he considering this?
But as soon as he starts unzipping my jeans, I know it’s on.
He locks the door with one hand as he pulls my pants and briefs down with his other.
I pull my shirt off, and he kneels down to kiss across my chest, licking as his hands grope at my sides. He forces himself away from my body, and we scramble out of our clothes, stripping down until we’re both stark naked, our bodies pressed tightly together as he assaults me with even more kisses.
He pushes me against the door, my back hitting the knob. It smarts, but I just slide to the side and take the pain. I’ve taken hits before. I sure as fuck can take them now that they’re followed with such intense waves of relief.
He kisses down to my torso. To my cock.
He gives me that good head like he did the day before, his tongue going wild around my girth. Making me hard as shit.
I gasp from the intense energy that pulses through my body. It feels like it’s too much for me to handle. I writhe in pleasure before he pulls my dick out of his mouth and rises and kisses me again. He grabs the back of my neck and leans forward, pushing me farther into the closet, chest-first against one of the shelves. I grip onto a metal rod that supports the side of the shelf as Reese kisses his way down my back. To my ass.
On his knees, he kisses into my crack and licks my hole. Spreading my cheeks with his hands, he licks and kisses in a frenzy. I kick my head back, savoring the sensations that pool through me. Appreciating however he learned to please a man so well. I figure some of his military experience offered him opportunities to learn a few things from some of the guys who were more experienced than he was at the time.
He licks his fingers and slides two inside me, working me up before adding a third. “Open me up,” I beg.
“I have to,” he says. “You got me so hard right now. And we don’t have any lube. Unless you brought that with you, too, you fucking whore.”
I chuckle. “I actually did.”
“Shut the fuck up.”
“I’m always ready to play,” I say. “That’s what happens when you’re used to tricking out with guys. Most of them are desperate enough to want to be fucked anywhere, but not bright enough to carry the tools, you know?”
He fetches my pants and hands them to me, and I retrieve the condom and lube. I glance at his prosthetic leg for a moment, and he notices, but I just hand him the lube and spin back around, facing the shelf.
He must think I’m judging his leg. I’m not. It just surprises me when I notice it, but I worry he’s already fucking self-conscious enough about it as it is. And I don’t want
that to play on his mind.
He tears the packet of lube open and spreads some on his fingers before massaging his way in. I gasp as the sensations crawl through me, as he pleasures those areas within me that his cock was so good at pleasuring yesterday.
He kisses my ass cheek as he continues penetrating me with his fingers. Considering how much time he spent opening me up yesterday, I’m surprised at how tight I am right now.
“I wish I didn’t want to fuck you this bad,” he says.
“Grab the condom and get inside me.”
He pulls his fingers out of me. I glance over my shoulder as he suits up, adding some necessary lubricant on top of the condom. He rises to his feet, using his left leg to push up before bracing himself on his prosthetic. He’s good at working with that leg.
He tosses the condom wrapper aside. He’s so fucking hard. It looks even bigger than the last time I saw it, which can’t be possible. He works his way in slowly, letting me open up even more for him. Taking his time.
I have to get back to my shift. Everyone’ll be wondering where I am, and I’m running through a million different excuses until a sharp rush of delight sweeps through my body, scattering my thoughts.
His hand covers my mouth, like he was anticipating my moan. “You like having that cock inside you, Jay?” he asks.
I nod as he kisses the back of my neck and slides in deeper.
“Damn, you’re so tight,” he says, pulling his hand away from my mouth. “But it feels so good.”
He pulls his cock back out, squeezes some more lube on, and sticks it back inside. All those sensations he stirs make me arch my back as a rush of sensation shoots through me.
I grip onto the frame of the shelf as he works into his stride. He wraps his arm around my neck and clings on tightly as he thrusts hard within me, kissing behind my ear.
A wave of heat washes through me, up to my face, filling my cheeks. “It feels so good having you inside me like this,” I say. “Feels so fucking hot.”
“I wish I could breed you with my come right now,” he says.
And I do, too. Even the thought of having him shoot his load inside me is enough to have pre-come dripping from my cock, onto the cement floor.
10
Reese
It’s wrong. I’ve worked so hard to get where I am, so knowingly putting my job on the line is the dumbest thing I could do right now.
But Jay’s a pill that can make me forget about how broken I am. About the pain that always seems to linger within me. When we fucked yesterday, he drowned out the noise in the back of my mind, and that’s not something I get to enjoy often.
This isn’t me. I’m responsible. I’m in control, meticulously so, of every aspect of my life.
Perhaps that’s why I’m being so reckless about this. I’ve finally found something that gives me pleasure. Real, deep, profound pleasure, and I don’t just want it. I need it—need the relief he gives me.
I’ve had such a hard time ignoring him, pretending not to be horny as hell for his body. Pretending not to want to experience those same delicious sensations that I got to enjoy yesterday. I’d been plotting a way to make this moment happen, and as soon as the opportunity arose, I took advantage.
My cock feels so good inside Jay’s ass. My balls feel so heavy. Like they need release. I grip onto his abs, the flesh taut against thick muscles. His hole feels just as good as it did before, but this time, there’s something so wrong about what we’re doing since it’s on the clock.
That just excites me more. Maybe because the thrill helps still the thoughts that race through my brain. I haven’t felt this kind of excitement in a long time.
I’ve been dead for so long, and now I’m alive again.
“Own me,” he whispers. “Own my fucking ass.”
I pull out and turn him around. He looks at me, his eyes filled with confusion.
I lean down and wrap my arms around his thighs, hoisting him up. He wraps his arms around my neck, and I shove him up against the cement wall for support, feeling the pressure around the edges of my leg in the socket of my prosthesis. It’s difficult for me to balance, but the struggle is more than worth it. I’m far more adventurous than I used to be in the bedroom, and I know it’s because I feel like I have something to prove. That I have to show all my tricks that I’m more than the handicap they see.
“Surprised?” I ask.
“Impressed.” He smiles. Keeping his leg in my arm, I maneuver my cock back inside him.
“Oh, yeah,” he says, his wide brown eyes filled with eagerness. “Take me. Fucking own me.”
I obey.
I ease myself in and then offer him the sort of fuck he needs. I thrust, and he curses quietly, twisting his head either way as he trembles, his expression revealing just how much he enjoys how my cock feels inside him. We curse together as I feel the pressure in my balls building and building.
And my shaft aches. The way I fuck his ass is like I have an itch and the only way I can relieve it is by ramming into him. Soon it’s too much for me, and I’m spewing into the condom within him.
Our kisses are out of sync for a moment as I wince and groan with my orgasm. I think I’m going to have to get him off, but I must’ve hit the right spot within him because his cock spews like a geyser without him even touching it. His eyes widen even more like even he’s shocked by the event.
The come spills across his abs like yesterday. Keeps going and going. I kiss him some more, amazed that this feels even better than the first time.
“God that was so fucking hot,” I confess.
“You’re a stallion.”
We kiss some more before we break apart. I set him down, and we wipe off with a roll of paper towels from one of the boxes in the closet. Then we scramble into our clothes and get back out onto the warehouse floor. His excuse to Tyler will be that I needed him to help me move some boxes in the supply closet. That way he won’t get chewed out for being late back from his break.
As I return to my office, guilt builds within me.
This is why I don’t fuck around with employees. It’s dangerous. We could get caught. We could both lose our jobs. For him, that might not mean much, especially for a guy who hops around as much as he does. But for me, I’ve worked too hard to get here. It’s not his fault that I let myself get that reckless, though. It’s just, there’s something about how wrong it is that makes it all the more enticing. I’ve been playing by the rules for so long. This is the first time in a long time that the sex has been so hot that I can hardly control myself. And Jay never looks at me like he pities me, like some guys do when they see my leg. It catches him off guard occasionally, but then I see that desire in his eyes and know all he cares about is getting fucked.
But this is about more than him not giving a damn about my physical wounds. It’s about the emotional ones that he eases. The chemistry between us is so powerful that when we fuck, I forget that I’m fucked up. I forget that there’s something wrong with me. And for a moment, just a fucking moment, all those thoughts that never quiet down shut the fuck up and give me the peace of mind that I desperately long for. Just for a moment, I’m a normal guy like I was before I was deployed. And before I lost my best friend in the whole fucking world.
***
Shouting catches my attention. It’s coming from the main warehouse.
And just when I was having such a great day.
I head inside and see Jay and William having at it. “Well, I don’t see why you’re getting on my fucking case,” Jay shouts.
I’m pissed that it’s him. Really? He can’t make my job fucking easier.
“You were supposed to fill it up when you were finished,” William shouts back.
“Hey, hey, hey, guys,” I call as I head into the warehouse. “What’s going on?” As I approach, I see Jay’s face is bright red. He doesn’t look at me.
“He didn’t put gas in the forklift,” William says. “I told him the gas gauge doesn’t work anymore and
that he has to refill it every time he uses it, so it died on me while I was trying to move some packages onto the loading dock.”
“Is it going to kill him to do it now?” I ask.
William sighs like he doesn’t understand why I’m being lax about this. Like I should be up in arms over such a trivial thing.
“I don’t see why I forget to do one goddamn thing, and William is all up in my fucking face about it. Can’t a guy make a fucking mistake?” Jay’s tone is severe, his body tense, his face red. I don’t know why he’s so fucking defensive about this. Or why it has to be a fight. It’s not something that can’t be fixed.
“William, let me handle this,” I say. I lead Jay back to my office.
“What’s going on?” I ask him as I close the door behind me.
He sulks.
“Seriously?” I ask. “You were fine this morning.”
“I’m doing my job, same as everyone else here.”
“If you messed up with filling up the stupid gas in the forklift, you think I give a flying fuck?”
“William sure does.”
He was there for me when I was having my breakdown. Now it’s my turn to be here for him.
I saunter over to my desk and lean back on it, relaxing my palms on the edge. “Jay, talk to me. Seems like every time something normal happens—something that most people would just laugh off or chock up to nothing, you fly off the handle. What’s wrong?”
He looks at his feet. “This is just how it always fucking is. No matter where I go. Everyone blaming me for shit. Acting like I’m the reason everything goes fucking wrong.”
He doesn’t sound angry anymore. He sounds sad. Like he’s disappointed in himself.
“Talk to me, Jay. Please.”
11
Jay
Reese has totally blown away all my defenses.
When I was shouting at William, I wasn’t even thinking straight. I was just filled with rage and blindly arguing to get him off my back. But Reese is actually listening to me.
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