Plaid versus Paisley

by KC Burn

  If he weren’t so angry, he’d be laughing at Will’s notion that he was pulling something over on his brother. Will should know by now Stefan wasn’t an idiot, but God, the man was so infuriating. Slumming? “If you think Idyll Fling is slumming, then why are you working for Stefan?”

  Will’s lips thinned as he pressed his lips together.

  “Oh, I see,” Dallas drawled. “It’s because you think I’m an insufferable snob. A straight insufferable snob.”

  A flare of acknowledgment in Will’s eyes sent a stab of hurt through Dallas’s heart. But it wasn’t enough to curb his anger.

  “Would a straight man do this?” Dallas palmed Will’s cock through his cargo shorts. A shiver of desire chased away some of his anger, because Will was every bit as hard as he was. Thank God, because that bit of impulsiveness could have prompted Will to kick the living shit out of him. Or fire him for real.

  “Please. That doesn’t prove anything.” The anger had left Will’s voice, leaving only the husk of desire.

  They stood there, hanging over the precipice for endless moments before Will sought the proof lying hot and heavy in Dallas’s suit pants. Will reached out a hand and stroked Dallas’s hard length through the fabric. Not wanting to spook Will and risk destroying the fulfillment of this fantasy, Dallas held his breath and kept perfectly still, although it was damned hard.

  After the best few moments of his life, Will groaned and twined his other hand in Dallas’s tie, tugging him forward. As he buried his face in Dallas’s neck, Will bit Dallas, making his cock leap. Each moment was getting better and better.

  Will licked over the spot he’d bitten, then sucked briefly, sending chills down Dallas’s spine. Unable to stay passive any longer, Dallas wrapped his arms around Will, sliding one hand up into that wild blond hair. What did he have to do to make this last forever? Will gripped his waist like he was afraid Dallas was going to escape; if Dallas could speak, Will would know better because he’d be begging Will to continue.

  With a suddenness that left him breathless, Will released Dallas’s tie and dropped to his knees, scrabbling madly at Dallas’s fly.

  Could this be happening? The beautiful Will Dawson, whom he’d mooned over from afar for months, getting into his pants? He’d dreamed about sucking Will off more than once, but in his mind he’d never reversed the situation. Maybe because he’d never have been able to imagine how warm Will’s hands would be, how awesome he smelled, or how fucking perfect he looked kneeling with his face at groin level. Maybe it was because he’d never truly believed Will could be interested in him.

  Dallas’s cock, tip already pearling with precum, was bared to the server room for a mere second before Will engulfed him in a hot, wet mouth.

  Letting out a gasp, Dallas clutched at Will’s head, seeking an anchor because the glorious suction dissolved the stability in his knees.

  Will pulled back a bit to twine his tongue around the sensitive head of Dallas’s cock, toying with the slit on the head.

  “Oh, oh fuck. That’s so good.” Dallas ground the words out. Will stared up at him, mouth stretched around his cock, and Dallas’s breath hitched.

  Will dug the fingers of one hand into Dallas’s ass. There was only one response, and Dallas rolled his hips, sending his dick back into the warm suction of Will’s mouth. In and out, Dallas was helpless against that age-old instinct as he worked toward the ultimate goal.

  Blood pounded in his ears, and Dallas prayed as he never had that he wasn’t dreaming. Then again, his dreams had never been this exquisite.

  Will met Dallas’s thrusts, sending Dallas’s cock deep into his throat. Each time Dallas pulled away, Will sucked as though he couldn’t get enough of Dallas’s cock, guaranteeing Dallas would thrust forward again into that welcoming heat.

  A flash of movement caught Dallas’s eye and he realized Will had freed his own cock, and he was stroking in time to Dallas’s thrusts.

  “Fuck, oh fuck.” Dallas’s balls hitched tight to his body. Both his breathing and his thrusts sped up. He wasn’t going to last much longer, not now that he knew Will was as into this as he was.

  Will moaned around his dick, sending ripples of pleasure through Dallas, and his instincts took over. He thrust deep into Will’s mouth, pressing Will’s lips against his pubes. Muscles locking, he was helpless against the freight train of his orgasm. He jerked and spasmed and exploded down Will’s throat.

  Will swallowed every drop, then clutched at Dallas’s ass and moaned again while he shuddered out his own orgasm. The continued suckling at his cock while Will came verged on the point of pain, but Dallas wouldn’t interrupt Will’s pleasure for anything.

  Once he was done, Will let Dallas’s softening cock slip from his lips and rested his forehead against Dallas’s hip, heaving breaths warming Dallas’s wet dick. Even with the wall to lean against, there was still no guarantee Dallas wouldn’t slip to the floor, a wet noodle of satiation.

  Moments later, Will stood, lips puffed, hand shiny with cum, with more splattered on the floor between them. A horrified look crossed his face as he paled. Dallas tucked himself away, tottered over to his desk, and grabbed a few of the leftover fast food napkins, handing them to Will. Will wiped his hands, shoved his dick away as fast as he could, and strode from the room.

  Dallas dropped gratefully into his chair, his knees still wobbly from the force of his orgasm. Not precisely the aftershow he’d wanted, but the memory of that exquisite blow job would smooth over a lot of Will’s temper tantrums.

  DALLAS GRIPPED the edge of the bathroom counter and squeezed, trying to chase away the anger, the frustration, and those infuriating, humiliating tears. After waiting for almost an hour, he’d had to admit that Will wasn’t just in the bathroom cleaning up. Granted, Will’s expression made it obvious he’d been having some crisis of conscience, but Dallas thought—wrongly—Will would come back so they could discuss what had just happened. Because Dallas wanted it to happen again. Or Dallas would gladly go to his knees. He’d love to find them a bed. Or the backseat of a car. A dark alley. Dallas would take just about anything Will wanted to give him, which maybe didn’t say good things about his self-esteem, but between his father and Hugh, Dallas was lucky he had any self-esteem left at all.

  Then again, he’d already been treated to Will’s brand of conflict resolution, which apparently consisted of squeezing his eyes shut, plugging his ears with his fingers and singing until the bad thing went away. Figuratively, anyway. Dallas snorted. The smart thing would be to leave Will alone, but despite his excellent grades, Dallas didn’t want to be smart about this.

  He didn’t really expect Will to still be in the bathroom when he finally couldn’t take it any longer and went to check, but it hurt to be right. Dallas stared at himself in the mirror, the fluorescent lighting exacerbating his red-rimmed eyes and the pinched pallor of his face.

  He rubbed a hand over his face, but the lingering scent of Will’s shampoo on his fingers made his eyes sting. It had been over an hour since Will had sucked his brains out of his dick, and Dallas had to admit it. Will was in full-on avoidance mode again. Asshole.

  The burn of unshed tears made him sniffle, but Dallas wasn’t about to cry at work. Not over a man, and not if he could avoid it. Will was the third man he’d had any sort of sex with, and the elation of having Will’s hands on him only made the aftermath abysmally low. His vision blurred, and he rushed into one of the stalls. If anyone was still around at this time in the afternoon on a Friday, he definitely didn’t want them to see him like this.

  FACE SLIGHTLY damp and rubbed almost raw by paper towels, hands freshly washed and smelling of industrial soap, Dallas inspected himself once again. Mercifully, he’d been able to gain control of himself after only a few errant tears escaped, so he only looked tired. Dallas exited the bathroom and headed for the big break room. Although his stomach churned, he forced himself to make a mug of tea so he could casually wander by Joanie’s desk, as though on a break.


  Break. Ha. More than half of his workday was a fucking break. He wasn’t a workaholic by nature, but it might have been nice to have the distraction. But Will couldn’t even give him that.

  Mug in hand, he did his best to appear nonchalant.

  “Hey, Joanie.”

  “Hello, honey. How are you doing?”

  Dallas shrugged. That was the last thing he wanted to talk about. “Got any plans for the weekend?”

  “Nothing special. Beck told me you’re going to the bachelor auction, though. That should be a good time.”

  Oh, fuck. He’d forgotten about that. Mostly he wanted to go home and hide under his covers for the entire weekend, even though he’d gone shopping yesterday to get some new clothes. He’d found a spectacular shirt, the perfect shade of blue to match his eyes, and even better, it was just covered in paisleys. He wasn’t obsessed with them, but he bought it almost defiantly because Will seemed to dislike them so much. Stupid reason to buy a shirt, because it wasn’t like Will would ever see him in that shirt. Idyll Fling might be casual, but there was no way he’d wear something skintight to work. But he’d had to admit it looked great on him.

  As much as he’d like to skip out on the auction, it would be a shame to waste his brand-new—hot—outfit because Will was being a childish ass.

  “Right. Yes, should be fun.” More like it would be excruciating. Beck wasn’t a good enough friend yet to confide in about this… incident. Then again, Dallas hadn’t had a friend who was close enough to discuss his love life with, but maybe that would change now that Dallas had friends who knew he was gay. Perhaps some of his old friends suspected, but they’d been too entwined with his parents’ social circle for him to trust in their discretion, and Dallas had never been willing to give them any ammunition. But if he’d had proper friends, maybe he could have avoided the entire situation with Hugh, or found a way to resolve it differently.

  And he didn’t want whatever this was with Will to end up the same way.

  Dallas swallowed a fortifying mouthful of tea. “Have you seen Will around, by chance?” There. That sounded perfectly nonchalant and unsuspicious.

  Joanie nodded. “Took off like a bat out of hell about an hour ago. About time that boy took an afternoon off, although what he really needs is a week on a cruise or something.”

  Knowing that Will sucking him off ended in avoidance at a whole new level made Dallas’s stomach roil. Somehow, he managed to muster up a sickly smile and left before Joanie asked any probing questions.

  For the first time since Stefan’s open-armed acceptance three weeks ago, Dallas’s neck tightened up in a prelude to one of the tension headaches that had been the inception of his health problems.

  Fear dried out his mouth, even though his doctor had warned him that the headaches might crop up occasionally, and he just had to find alternative solutions to deal with them. He wasn’t ready to try any sort of painkillers, even though he’d taken them as prescribed for his surgery, and he’d been told in no uncertain terms to avoid anti-inflammatories.

  Painkillers weren’t the only alternatives his doctor had suggested, but there was no damned reason he had to try and fight this off at work. Will certainly didn’t care if he put in a full day’s work.

  He shot off a quick text to Stefan to let him know, just in case Stefan came looking for him for anything, packed up his stuff, and went home. He was going to have this fucking headache dealt with before the bachelor auction tomorrow.

  Chapter SEVEN

  “HEY, KID,” Stefan ruffled Dallas’s hair as he passed by Dallas’s kitchen chair. “How are you feeling today?”

  “Stef!” At least Dallas hadn’t showered yet. If Stefan had mussed up his hair for real, Dallas would have been pissed. As it was, Stefan was slipping easily back into the role of concerned yet occasionally obnoxious older brother. Maybe that was how it was going to stay for the rest of their lives. Somehow Dallas was comforted by that fact, even though he wanted to break Stefan of the hair-mussing habit.

  Stefan laughed. They’d only been living in the same house for a few weeks, and he’d already learned Dallas hated it when he fucked with his hair. Probably was doing it on purpose now.

  “I guess you’re feeling better if you’re pissed about your hair. Got anything planned tonight? Paul and I are going to see a movie. You’re welcome to come along if you want.” Stefan opened the fridge and perused the contents.

  Dallas thought maybe the average person would be surprised that Stefan and Paul had regular date nights and stuff like anyone else. Going to a standard action movie seemed rather prosaic for two guys who owned an increasingly successful gay porn studio, but it was totally in line with the brother he knew.

  “Thanks, Stef. But Beck invited me to the bachelor auction at Club Gallo tonight.”

  Stefan let the fridge door slam shut and slid into the chair beside Dallas, concern clear on his face.

  “You sure you’re up for that? It might be a little rowdy.”

  Dallas refrained from rolling his eyes. After all, he mostly enjoyed having a big brother again, even though he didn’t much need protecting.

  “Rowdy?”

  Stefan’s cheeks actually colored, and he shrugged. “Just… you told me you didn’t have much experience, and I assumed that also meant with gay clubs. There will be a lot of guys there just wanting sex.”

  Dallas opened his eyes wide in an exaggerated expression of innocence. “Guys wanting sex? That’s unheard of.”

  “Shut up, you. Talking back to your elders like that.” Stefan punched him lightly on the shoulder. “Fine, fine. Sometimes I forget you’re all grown up. I sort of missed that part of your life.”

  Dallas leaned over and gave his brother a quick hug. Until he’d left home, Stefan had always protected him, and the fact that his instinct hadn’t disappeared over the years was incredibly welcome. When it came to family, Stefan was exactly what Dallas wanted.

  “I’ve been to gay clubs before.” Dallas didn’t think he needed to mention he’d been to one gay club exactly twice, where he’d once gotten a blow job. But in his weird half in, half out of the closet status, he’d never had anyone to go with, and hitting one by himself, back when he was younger, had felt very much like an injured lamb wandering into a den filled with starving wolves. Once he’d started dating Hugh, who was plastered to the back wall of a giant walk-in closet, there hadn’t been any reason to go. After Hugh dumped him, he’d never had the time, inclination, or energy to go—again—by himself.

  “Okay, well, just be careful. If you’re even thinking you might want to get laid while you’re there, make sure you’ve got condoms and lube. Paul and I have some individual packs in the hall closet.”

  Of course he did. This time, Dallas did roll his eyes. “The odds of me having sex in the bathroom at a club is pretty much infinity to one.” Somehow, he didn’t think the third time would be the charm for this particular scenario. Not when the barely concealed sex had made him feel incredibly uncomfortable.

  Stefan narrowed his eyes. “That sounds like tempting fate. Do me a favor. Make sure you take supplies with you. It will ease my mind.”

  Dallas nodded. He knew damn well he wasn’t going to use anything. Even if he’d been horny as hell, Will had twisted his head and heart so badly he didn’t think he could even get it up for another guy. Hell, at this point, he didn’t know if he could get it up for Will. Not after the way Will had acted. Monday was going to be hell.

  “You okay? Not in pain or anything?”

  Dallas shook off thoughts of Will. Tonight didn’t have to be about sex. It was about going to support the guys from Idyll Fling, make inroads into having friends—real ones this time. Maybe a little bit of dancing.

  “No. Some yoga, an ice pack, and an early night last night took care of the headache yesterday.”

  “Good. Probably you shouldn’t drink anything tonight.” Stefan sounded concerned, and Dallas nearly laughed. Will might make him want to get drunk
off his ass, but booze wasn’t in his diet any more than coffee was these days.

  “Don’t worry. I’ll be fine.” Physically, at any rate. Emotionally? It might be a while before he was fine, but he needed a break from analyzing Will’s behavior and what it all meant. Next week would be early enough to confront Will—or not—depending on how he decided to deal with the problem.

  The most depressing thing was that he was more upset about Will’s avoidance than he’d been when Hugh finally had enough with Dallas’s never-ending work obligations and called it quits. Maybe he’d known, even back then, that he and Hugh weren’t destined to be together. Not that he thought he was necessarily destined to be with Will, but he couldn’t deny he was utterly fascinated. Besotted, even. And he knew damn well it would be better if he wasn’t. But Dallas wanted to get past Will’s prickly shell, and he really, really wanted more than a blow job.

  Dallas sighed.

  Stefan chuckled. “Don’t tell me you’ve got a crush on one of my models.”

  Dallas blushed. No way was he telling Stefan about Will. Even Stefan might frown on sex in the server room. “Uh.”

  “Don’t worry about it.” Stefan waved a hand. “They’re hot, and they’re close to your age. Only natural. As I said before, I’m okay if you want to get involved with one of them. Or just get laid.”

  Oh, good. Did that sweeping pronouncement include the head of systems administration?

  “So, fraternization is okay?” Let Stefan think it was one of the models. After all, Dallas didn’t just work for the same company, but Will was ostensibly his manager. Stefan might not view that with the same laid-back attitude.

  “As long as everyone consents, I’m good.”

  Dallas took a mental note of this conversation. He might need it later on. Assuming he didn’t just tell Will to go to hell in the meantime. He’d been waffling between wanting Will and hating him since yesterday. The sane thing would be to pretend it never happened. But so much of his life had involved hiding and pretending, and Dallas was sick of it.