by Shawn Lane
“Assistant.”
Tim nodded. “Right. Pretty impressive.” He glanced around the room, and his gaze stopped on Brandon’s framed diploma. “Hotel management, huh?”
“Yes. What do you do?”
“I’m a lawyer.”
Brandon wasn’t the least bit surprised. Tim had been on the debate team in high school, and even his casual clothes implied money. Lawyers made money.
“Enough about me though,” Tim said. “This is about you.”
“Me?” He arched an eyebrow.
“I want another chance, Brandon. I know I didn’t quite live up to your expectations last night.”
He snorted. “That’s one way of putting it.” He pushed his chair away from the desk slightly, putting more distance between him and Tim.
“The sex was good, wasn’t it?” Tim looked miffed now.
He hesitated. “I guess it was passable.”
“So give me another chance.”
“I don’t think that would be a good idea.”
But Tim had risen from the desk and now stood in front of Brandon. He grabbed Brandon’s peach-colored tie and tugged on it to get him to stand up. They stood close enough for him to feel the heat from Tim.
“Let me prove otherwise,” Tim whispered. He moved his knee so that his leg was between Brandon’s legs, and then he lowered his lips to Brandon’s. The kiss was weak, tentative.
Brandon shook his head and broke away. “You really are terrible at this.”
“What?” Tim looked shocked. Probably was. Brandon doubted anyone had ever told Tim his moves needed help.
“This is how it’s done. Pay attention.” Brandon put his arms around Tim’s neck and kissed him fiercely. Slanted his mouth across Tim’s again and again. Tim groaned and snaked his arms around Brandon’s waist, pulling him closer, their bodies mashed against each other. Brandon slipped his tongue past Tim’s parted lips and tangled with the other man’s tongue.
Tim moved his hands lower and grabbed Brandon’s buttocks. The kiss intensified, grew more passionate, almost brutal. He pushed Brandon toward the desk until his ass met the edge of it, and then he maneuvered Brandon until he sat on top, Tim’s legs wedged between his.
Tim tilted Brandon’s head back with his hand on his chin, and he devoured his mouth. This was more like it. This was what Brandon had wanted, expected. What he’d been denied last night. His head swam.
And then Tim’s lips were gone and for a moment all he could do was blink his surprise. Tim dropped down until Brandon’s crotch was at mouth level.
“Tim?”
“Shh. I’m proving it.” Tim undid the button of Brandon’s suit pants and lowered the zipper with aching slowness.
His breath held, Brandon watched as Tim reached inside his boxer briefs and pulled out his half-hard cock. “Ah, fuck.”
“Shh. We wouldn’t want to alert your secretary to what’s going on in here, would we?” Tim asked.
Before Brandon could come up with any sort of rational response, Tim closed his mouth over the tip of Brandon’s penis. Brandon was pretty sure he saw stars. He clutched the edge of the desk and held back a moan when Tim drew him deeper into his mouth, half Brandon’s cock swallowed by the man.
Tim might need lessons on kissing, but he was clearly an expert on sucking cock. Brandon felt teeth scraping against his sensitive shaft, but it didn’t hurt; it felt amazing, thrilling.
God!
He moved his hands to Tim’s shoulders, digging in, holding on as Tim sucked his cock deeper still, to the back of his throat. Tim squeezed and teased his balls. Brandon heard a humming and realized it came from him. He slipped his hand into Tim’s hair and then gripped hard as he fucked Tim’s mouth.
Every sense seemed focused on the man kneeling before him, working his cock with such wanton abandon. Teeth scraped over him again, and his whole body shook with need. It would be soon. He couldn’t hold back his release much longer. He should probably warn Tim.
A tingling began at the base of his spine, shot up his back, and prickled his neck, and before he could get the words out, he was pumping his load into Tim’s mouth. But Tim didn’t seem to mind. In fact he swallowed it down eagerly. Most of it anyway. Then he released Brandon’s dick and pulled a napkin from his pocket to wipe his mouth.
Brandon blinked. That had been amazing.
“I’m kind of surprised you let me go all the way with that. I thought you’d be uptight about it being in your office,” Tim said, standing.
His office? Shit. What had he been thinking? The door hadn’t even been locked.
Brandon straightened from his desk and tucked himself into his briefs and did up his pants.
He sighed. “You’re right. I’m an idiot. I’m going to get fired.”
“You won’t get fired. No one will know. Chill, Brandon. And if you think about it, it was kind of exciting to think that door could have opened at any minute while your dick was in my mouth.”
Feeling his cheeks heat, Brandon looked away. “Easy for you to say. It’s not your job.”
“No, that’s true.” Tim touched his arm. “But no harm done anyway. And by the way, your cum tastes great.”
“Don’t say that.” Brandon shook his head. “You’ve been here long enough with the door closed. You should leave.”
“I will.” Tim held up his hands in false innocence. “But not until I get your agreement.”
He eyed Tim as he sat in his chair behind his desk. For a moment, he wondered if Tim realized he sounded as threatening as he did. Brandon didn’t think so, but he should be cautious. Really he didn’t know anything about Tim. “My agreement to what?”
“To seeing me tonight.”
Brandon snorted. “You mean to getting fucked by you tonight.”
Tim grinned. “I didn’t say that.”
“But that’s what you want, isn’t it?”
“I won’t deny it. You know I think you’re hotter than hell. I want you.” Tim shrugged. “So, will you see me again?”
“I don’t know.” And he really didn’t know. The reality hadn’t been what he’d expected, and just because Tim knew how to suck cock didn’t mean hooking up again would be different from the night before. Sure, it was supposed to be a brief affair, but Brandon didn’t do cold, hard, clinical fucking.
“Brandon—”
“Look, I’ll think about it. But that’s all I’ll say for now. You may not realize this, Tim. But you’re kind of an ass.”
Tim blinked at him. “I…what?”
Brandon smiled. He was glad that riled Tim a bit. The man had always thought he was hot stuff to a certain extent. Probably why he couldn’t be bothered with someone like Brandon in high school. But now, Tim wanted him.
“I’ll let you know, Tim. In the meantime, I suggest you spend some time enjoying the resort. It’s beautiful.”
Chapter 7
Tim poured himself a Scotch from the minibar. Generally, he wasn’t one to pay the ridiculous prices hotels charged for alcohol in the room. He never needed a drink that badly.
Tonight was different.
He could have gone down to the bar to get a drink, but he’d been concerned he would run into some of the reunion attendees. He’d already been stopped a few times in the afternoon and evening by those who recognized him. He and Lance had dined with a group of them a couple of hours earlier in the resort steakhouse.
The other option had been to go to the little market store on the other side of the resort’s lobby. A bottle of Scotch probably wouldn’t have been much cheaper, and he needed fortification, not to be rip-roaring, on-his-ass drunk.
Just before dinner he’d checked his messages and had one from Brandon. He would be coming to Tim’s room.
Anticipation made him a little giddy, a little unfocused, so he’d tried to calm himself with the Scotch. Brandon was becoming more attractive as Tim spent time with him. The little quirk of his lips. A single dimple in his left cheek. Deciding he needed to give Tim
pointers on how to kiss. And, wow, Brandon could kiss.
Tim took a sip and glanced at the time on the digital clock by the bed. It was nearly ten, and Brandon’s message had said he’d be there at ten. This time Tim couldn’t screw it up, or he knew very well there wouldn’t be a next time.
He intended to have Brandon naked, in his bed, and willing to be thoroughly fucked for the night. Tim took another swallow of Scotch and felt the burn as it slid down his throat. Definitely not the best Scotch he’d ever had.
Footsteps fell outside his door, and Tim’s pulse ratcheted up. He set the glass next to the flat-screen television and resisted waiting just behind the door like a too-eager pup. It was silly, really. He’s already had Brandon once. Twice if the blowjob in Brandon’s office earlier that day could be counted.
The footsteps went past his door and faded away. Tim squelched his disappointment and glanced at the clock again. Two minutes after ten now.
And then a slight tapping at his door. He let out a sigh of relief and walked over to open it to Brandon.
Brandon had changed out of his suit and barely resembled the stuffy-looking assistant manager of earlier. Instead he wore a blue shirt, open at the throat to reveal smooth, tanned skin, and jeans. Tight jeans.
As he stepped past Tim on his way into the room, Tim stared at his ass. Tight jeans that accentuated the fact that Brandon had the most incredible ass he thought he’d ever seen. The kind gay men would drop to their knees to worship. Vaguely silly, but still. It was awesome.
How had he missed how great that ass was last night when he was slamming into it? There was no real explanation for it, Tim decided, other than he really had been a big jerk.
“What are you staring at?” Brandon asked. “Close the door.”
Tim swallowed and closed the guest-room door. “I’m staring at you. I don’t know if I’ve ever had anyone as hot as you.”
Brandon rolled his eyes. Not exactly the response Tim would have expected. “No doubt you say that to every guy you fuck.”
“No,” Tim said. “I don’t.” And he meant it. He didn’t give empty compliments.
Brandon glanced around the room, his gaze briefly stalling on the strip of condoms and lube Tim had set on the bedside table, before zeroing on the half-empty glass of Scotch. “That’s not from the minibar, is it?” He sounded a tsk. “Rich lawyers.”
Tim smiled. “Not exactly. But yes, it’s from the room bar. I was nervous.”
“You?” Brandon didn’t bother to hide his skepticism.
“Yup. And a little bit scared.”
Brandon snorted. “You don’t look like you scare too easy.”
Tim nodded. “I don’t. But I wasn’t sure for most of the day if you’d give me another chance. And then when I got your message I wondered if maybe it was just a trick to make me feel like the ass you think I am.”
“I wouldn’t do that.”
“That’s good to know. But until you knocked on the door just now, I wasn’t sure you’d really show up.”
Brandon bit his lip. “To be honest, coming here again was a hard decision to make. Oh, you’re sexy as hell, make no mistake.”
“But I screwed up last night.”
“Yeah,” Brandon agreed. “That and this job is really important to me. I’ve worked really hard to be where I am here at the resort. And frankly no hot sex is worth jeopardizing that. Not for me. So I’d appreciate it if you didn’t make any more trips to my office like the one you made today.”
“Fair enough,” Tim said. “Now, if we’ve gotten the pleasantries out of the way, can I say as fuckable as you look in those clothes, I really want you naked?”
For a moment, all Brandon did was stare at him. Tim wondered if he’d changed his mind after all. But then Brandon began to undo his shirt with slow, deliberate movements. Each button that slipped out of the hole showed more tanned skin.
He swallowed heavily, his gaze riveted to Brandon’s movements. The last button undone, Brandon shrugged the shirt off his shoulders and down his arms. He let it fall to the floor.
Brandon arched an eyebrow at him. “Now you.”
Unlike Brandon, Tim didn’t waste any time trying to be erotic about it. He yanked off his T-shirt in less than five seconds.
The other man’s lips curve into an adorably sexy smile. His fingers moved to the snaps of his jeans. But Tim didn’t think he could take another slow striptease. He brushed Brandon’s hands aside and undid the snaps himself.
As he lowered the zipper of Brandon’s jeans, Brandon kicked off his loafers. Like before, Brandon wore boxer briefs. These were navy, Tim noticed, just before he pushed the garments down Brandon’s legs.
He backed up a couple of feet to rid himself of his own slacks as Brandon stepped out of his jeans and briefs, leaving them pooled with his shirt. When he’d shed the last of his clothes, Tim turned to admire Brandon in all his nude glory.
Brandon, though not exactly muscular, had a flat, toned stomach, prominent hip bones, and sculpted pecs. And of course Tim’s favorite part was Brandon’s ass.
“On the bed,” Tim said, directing Brandon to lie on the mattress.
Brandon scrambled onto the bed without any hesitation and laid his head on the pillows at the top of the bed. He bent his legs at the knees and stroked himself while he waited for Tim.
Tim’s cock rose higher between his legs, jutting out eagerly toward Brandon as he knelt on the bed and crawled toward the other man. Tim lowered himself next to Brandon and molded their lips together.
Brandon threaded his hand into Tim’s hair, holding his head to him as they kissed, their tongues tangling. Tim slipped his hand down to join Brandon’s stroking his cock. He closed his fist over the tip, pushing Brandon’s hand away. The whole time he worked his fist along Brandon’s length, they continued to kiss. Brandon clung to him, whimpering low in his throat.
With his other hand, Tim reached for the lube. He squeezed out a generous amount onto his fingers and then slipped them past Brandon’s balls and inserted a finger in the man’s tight hole.
Breaking their kiss, Brandon gasped against Tim’s mouth. “God!”
Tim moved between Brandon’s legs, angling them up to give him better access to his entrance. He watched Brandon’s face as he continued to stroke the man’s dick while using his other hand to thrust in his ass.
“Tim, Tim, please.”
He withdrew his fingers and reached for a foil packet, which he tore open. With slightly shaky hands he rolled the condom on his own cock, going slow for fear if he touched himself too much, he’d blow. Brandon was so damn sexy he could hardly think straight.
Lifting Brandon’s legs, Tim placed his cock at the entrance to his body. He pushed in, encountering brief resistance at the tight ring of muscle.
“Relax. Let me in,” Tim urged, gentling his fingers on Brandon’s inner thigh.
Brandon exhaled, and Tim pushed all the way inside him. They moaned together as their bodies adjusted to being joined.
When Tim was sure they were both ready, he placed one hand on Brandon’s hip and then wrapped the other around Brandon’s cock once more. He tugged, sometimes roughly, sometimes gently, as he slammed into the tightest ass he’d ever fucked.
Brandon thrust up so that Tim slipped inside him deeper still, balls-deep. Sweat beaded on Tim’s forehead as he drove into Brandon again and again. Then Brandon gave a keening cry, his body shaking almost violently as opaque white cum shot out and covered Tim’s grasping fingers.
As though his body had been waiting for Brandon to come, Tim felt his own release coming on fast and strong.
“Ah, fuck.” He thrust one, twice, three times, and groaned as he poured into the condom.
For a long time they didn’t move. They just lay there joined, limbs tangled, breathing hard. Tim could have easily dozed off.
“I should probably go,” Brandon muttered. He moved, eyes closed, so that Tim had no choice but to slip out of him.
“No, don
’t go yet.” Tim stared down at him, unable to look away from him. He stroked Brandon’s cheek. “I’m hungry. Are you hungry?”
Brandon laughed. “Hungry? Seriously?”
He grinned and stood. “Yeah. I’m thinking of getting room service.”
“You’re crazy. And anyway I shouldn’t be seen.”
“You won’t. You can hide in the bathroom when they come.” Tim went to the little desk in the room and opened the drawer. He found the room service menu and leafed through it. “Look, we can get fries.”
Brandon gave him a funny look. “Fries?”
“I love fries.” Tim gave him what he hoped was a convincing puppy dog look.
“Okay, whatever.” He laughed again. “I’ll take a shower while you get your fries.” He bent to get his clothes. “I’d put my clothes on first if I were you, though, so as not to shock the resort staff.”
* * * *
When he came out from the bathroom, the scent of fried potatoes immediately hit him. Tim sat in one of the two chairs at the round table. He was dipping a fry into what appeared to be ranch dressing. To his surprise, Brandon’s stomach growled.
“Let me have one of those,” he said as he walked over and sat in the other chair. He reached for one.
Tim smiled. “That was better, wasn’t it?”
He took a bite and pretended to be considering the question. “It was acceptable.”
“Only acceptable?”
He smiled. “Okay, it was pretty good.”
Tim snorted. “You’re a really tough critic.” He twisted a plastic cap off a water bottle and took a large swallow. “How old are you, Brandon?”
“Same age as you,” Brandon said, not meeting his eyes.
“Hmm. And when did you come to Lincoln Hill?”
“I’ve lived here all my life, Tim. I was born here.”
Tim lowered the fry he was about to take a bite from. “But, did you go to Lincoln Hill High?”
“Yes. I was in your class.” He’d lost his appetite. Waited for what Tim would say next. He kind of knew, but still, part of him hoped he would be wrong.
“I don’t remember you,” Tim said after a pause.