by KC Burn
“Uh. The mess? This isn’t our desk.”
Something in those words made Will quake, but he didn’t want to examine it too closely. Didn’t matter. There was also something in those words that made Dallas look ashamed, and that would never fucking do.
“Think you can hold it while I fuck you?”
A flush swept up Dallas’s neck into his face, and he sucked in a quick breath. “I think so.”
Once Will had sunk deep inside, it wasn’t going to take him long anyway. “Then I’ll suck you after. No mess.”
Dallas whimpered and dropped his head in his hands.
Will shoved Dallas’s shirt up his back, baring a spine that seemed a bit too knobby for Dallas’s frame, but that didn’t stop him from bending over and licking. Lifting his kilt out of the way, he rested his sheathed cock between Dallas’s cheeks. Stretching up, Will was able to kiss between Dallas’s shoulder blades while the tip of his cock rode over Dallas’s hole. He licked again, and goose bumps sprang up along Dallas’s back.
Dallas rocked his hips, as though trying to capture Will’s cock. God. He wanted to last longer than this, but he wasn’t going to.
He kissed and nipped his way down Dallas’s spine. When he got to the light dusting of fuzz on Dallas’s lower back, Dallas wiggled. Will stepped away, his kilt sweeping across Dallas’s naked back and ass, hiding it from view ever so briefly. He’d never fucked anyone while wearing the kilt, but it was so decadent he wondered why he hadn’t. Will grabbed a firm buttock in each hand, spreading Dallas even wider. The scent here was slightly earthier, clean sweat and soap. Unable to resist—he’d always been super oral—he swept his tongue over Dallas’s hole.
“Will, just fuck me. Please.” Dallas wasn’t wordless, but the desperation in his words was maybe just as good. Will opened one of the packs of lube and eased two fingers inside.
“Will, damn it.” Will grinned. Dallas demanded every bit as much as he pleaded, and they were both equally gratifying. He stretched and played with Dallas, making him shiver and groan, until his own hands trembled.
“Now, fuck me, Will.” Dallas practically snarled the words, and this time, Will obeyed. He stood, lifting his kilt out of the way again, but this time pressing his cock to Dallas’s puckered hole. All the time he’d spent prepping Dallas had been worth it, as he slid in with almost no resistance, and they groaned in tandem as Will sank in all the way.
He paused for a moment, savoring the heat and tight clasp of Dallas’s body, wishing like he’d never wished before that he could feel it without the barrier of a condom. Dallas bucked under him, and Will got down to fucking.
Pulling out almost all the way, sinking back slowly. But slow only lasted a few strokes. He’d waited too long—years—to fulfill the fantasy of putting Dallas over a desk and fucking his brains out. Will’s hips sped up, Dallas grunting from the force of his thrusts, not pulling away but meeting him.
“Will, Will.” There was a note of desperation in Dallas’s voice, Will honestly didn’t care about a mess; the desk had likely seen more than its fair share of jizz—but he was close enough he wanted Dallas to wait, if he could.
“Hold it, just a little longer.” Will’s voice was rough and gravelly with desire, and he grabbed Dallas’s ass tight, thrusting his cock in fast jabs that soon lost any sense of rhythm. He slammed home and shuddered from head to toe, unloading deep in Dallas’s body.
Dallas wriggled below him, and still surfing the orgasmic haze, Will pulled his dick free. He manhandled Dallas around, resting his ass against the edge of the desk before he sank to his knees in front of Dallas’s cock. He opened his mouth and Dallas, too on edge to wait, thrust inside. Will sucked hard, and Dallas lasted all of one stroke before he wailed and shot, the cum sliding down Will’s throat.
Will’s cock gave one last throb at Dallas’s stunning debauched beauty, as Will licked Dallas’s softening dick.
All too soon, reality came crashing back in. Will yanked off the condom, dropped it in the trash, and straightened his kilt.
Dallas rested against the desk, cock bared, shiny and drooping, shirt shoved up past his nipples, skintight pants crumpled on the floor. Part of Will wanted to ravish him all over again, but now that he had blood in his brain again, reason reasserted itself.
“We can’t… this can’t happen again.”
Right in front of him, Dallas lost that gorgeous languid posture, becoming tense and brittle. If it weren’t for the nudity, mussed hair, and the lingering orgasmic flush coloring his skin, Will would swear this man hadn’t just had sex.
Dallas narrowed his eyes. “What does that mean?” He began to wriggle into his pants. Will had to drag his gaze away, because even pissed off and engaged in an inelegant struggle, Dallas was too fucking appealing.
“Work. This can’t happen again.” It shouldn’t have happened at all, but Will was weak.
It had taken Dallas less time to get into his pants than it had taken Will to get them off. He pulled his shirt back into place, ran fingers through his hair, and shot Will a glare.
“I’d find that a lot more believable if you weren’t still wearing my cum.” Dallas strode out of the room, slamming the door behind him as Will wiped frantically at his mouth.
Damn that kid. He had missed a drop.
Will sank into a chair. Everything he’d done with Dallas had been wrong, and he just wished Dallas would make his move and get it over with. He was tired of being angry, tired of being overworked, tired of walking on eggshells. And he was going to have to do it all again on Monday.
DALLAS GOT to the bathroom as fast as he could and ducked into a stall. Hopefully it was early enough the only other people who came in were coming in to use the facilities. Listening to someone else have sex might break him. Tears burned at his eyes anyway, and he grabbed for some toilet paper.
Why did he keep doing this to himself? It wasn’t just Will. His whole life seemed to be nothing but a series of uphill battles. But Will still seemed worth the effort. Maybe. Or maybe Dallas was too fucking stubborn for his own good. Working himself into the hospital seemed to be a great example of that.
Dallas straightened up. He wasn’t quite sure yet why Will had suddenly become an obsessive workaholic when he’d never seemed to be one before, but Will actually needed him. Will needed a stubborn motherfucker like Dallas, because otherwise Will was going to barrel straight down the same path Dallas had. And if Will failed, Stefan’s business would suffer. Dallas wasn’t interested in letting either of those things happen. If he and Will somehow managed to wrangle their fierce attraction into something resembling a relationship, that would be awesome, but Dallas had another purpose here. And he’d almost forgotten that.
After flushing the damp toilet paper, Dallas exited the stall and inspected himself in the mirror. Aside from a bit of puffiness around his lips and some redness around his eyes, there was nothing that outwardly told the story of what had just happened. Hell, Will must have shaved right before coming to the club because he hadn’t left even a hint of beard burn.
He shifted a bit, and the ache in his hole was echoed by one on the cheeks of his ass. Will had gripped him fairly tight. The idea of sex bruises was an entirely new concept. Hugh had never been as desperate for him, never been so passionate, never given himself fully over to the lust. Dallas just hadn’t realized how much he’d been missing until Will. It was Hugh who’d frequently insist on Dallas also wearing condoms to contain the mess, and Hugh had never once swallowed his cum. Will’s earthy and primal approach to sex was so fucking hot, Dallas would probably forgive him anything if it meant getting more sex bruises.
With a satisfied smirk pulling his lips upward, Dallas left the bathroom. He still had a date to arrange with Jaime, because if nothing else, he fulfilled his obligations. And if a tiny, evil part of him thought Will could do with another dose of jealousy, who could blame him?
The crowd in the club had almost doubled since he’d arrived—the bachelor auction had
been every bit as popular as Beck had promised.
He made his way through the crowd, heading for the bar, hoping to catch sight of Jaime, or anyone else he recognized, but either way, a bottle of water was in order.
Leaning against the bar without a care in the world, Jaime sipped at a red, carbonated drink. If he was as big a player as Will had suggested, Dallas thought he’d already have left with someone, as there was no shortage of interested looks, but the second he saw Dallas, he smiled and beckoned him over.
“Can I get you a drink?”
Dallas could barely hear him over the music, which had gotten much louder after the conclusion of the auction. The office Will had taken him to had had some spectacular soundproofing, because the volume was quite unexpected.
“Water, please,” Dallas yelled back. Jaime got the attention of the bartender and within minutes, presented Dallas with a bottle of ice cold water. He drank half the bottle down in one go; sex was thirsty work.
“What are you drinking?” He wasn’t sure the club was conducive to any sort of getting-to-know-you conversation, but that seemed a simple enough question.
“Cranberry and soda.”
Unexpected. He was about to ask another question when Jaime leaned in close to his ear. “Do you want to grab a late dinner? There’s a great diner close by.” There didn’t seem to be anything lecherous or worrisome about Jaime’s offer, and the mention of dinner set Dallas’s stomach rumbling. He’d been too nervous to eat much dinner earlier, and then he’d had some unexpected exercise. Besides, it would be good to set a few things straight with Jaime. Nothing was going to happen between them, which Dallas assumed he’d know because of the way Raven had orchestrated Jaime’s bid, but it would be better to get it out in the open.
“Sure. I can follow you there.” Because he wasn’t going anywhere without his car. He might be inexperienced, but he wasn’t stupid. He glanced back over his shoulder, but he didn’t see Will. Didn’t matter. There would be plenty of opportunities to poke Will’s jealousy at work, if that seemed the wisest battle plan. Determined not to give Will another thought until Monday, he followed Jaime out of the club.
He sent Beck a quick text, just for safety, and got back… a lot of emoticons and some severely misspelled words, which seemed to imply Beck was drunk and that Dallas ought to have a good time. He’d do his best.
Chapter EIGHT
DALLAS WAS careful to arrive at work early Monday morning. Getting in and getting settled before Will showed up was less stressful.
He was already logged on, combing through the weekend messages, when Kyle arrived.
“Good morning, Kyle.”
“God, you’re cheery this morning. Get laid this weekend?”
Kyle didn’t wait for an answer, just headed to his desk, which was good since Dallas knew he wore a telltale blush. His dinner with Jaime had been cut short due to Jaime getting called in to work, but it had been nice, and he now had plans to double date with him, Raven, and Caleb the following weekend. That hadn’t kept him from picking apart his interaction with Will all day Sunday. He’d even tried to wear himself out swimming in Stefan and Paul’s pool, but all that resulted in was a long afternoon nap and several wakeful nighttime hours thinking, planning, and assessing.
He just hoped he’d decided on the right course of action.
Moments later, Will arrived. He froze in the doorway for a moment before uttering a gruff greeting.
Dallas caught Kyle’s eye, and Kyle made a face. It was a marginal improvement from the week before, but Dallas was done with baby steps. Will was teetering on the edge of burnout, and all these half-finished jobs were a ticking time bomb that could bring down Stefan’s site. Okay, he hadn’t been given enough access to know that for sure, but he suspected that there were some security holes Will hadn’t gotten around to fixing. Along with many, many other potential issues.
Once everyone seemed to be well immersed in their work, Dallas got up and walked over to Will’s desk. He positioned himself carefully so that he was blocking Kyle’s view, should the intern display any curiosity over Dallas’s actions.
“Will, I need some additional access to bring those servers online.” Although Dallas’s statement was completely innocuous, his caress was far from innocent. He stroked up and down Will’s spine, the touch of a lover, not a coworker. Will’s back tensed, and he straightened as though trying to unobtrusively escape Dallas’s touch.
Dallas leaned over Will’s shoulder, lips brushing against his ear, as he pointed to Will’s computer screen. “That directory there. Do you think you can set that up?”
Will couldn’t hide the shiver, but his voice was furious when he spoke. “I’ll think about it.”
Dallas wasn’t willing to press his luck, so he returned to his desk, trying not to look self-satisfied. Will didn’t want Saturday to be their last time together any more than Dallas did.
The rest of the morning went the same. Any question he had, Dallas didn’t just ask from his desk, he went over to Will’s desk and touched him in some manner. By lunchtime, Will had a distinctly frazzled air about him, but one that was significantly different than the angry workaholic vibe he’d been giving off since Dallas started working there.
He’d even thrown Will so far off his game that he’d relented and granted Dallas a sliver more access to the system than he’d had previously.
But the moment Kyle left for lunch, Will launched himself out of his chair and stalked over to Dallas. He attempted to loom over him, but Will’s golden looks and relaxed attire didn’t lend him much terror.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing? I told you this couldn’t happen again.”
Dallas stood up, forcing Will to step back. The couple of inches Dallas had on him changed the dynamic even more. “And why not? We both want it.”
“We do not.”
“Liar.”
Will’s cheeks flushed an angry red, but his erection was already straining the fly of those cargo shorts.
“It can’t happen.” This time, the pleading got to Dallas.
“Why not?” Dallas asked again, dialing back his aggression slightly.
“I’m your manager. I’m older than you. This is taking advantage in the worst way.”
Dallas shook his head. “You know this isn’t a typical situation. And I think I’m in the best position to determine if I’m being taken advantage of.”
“Dallas, I’m trying to do the right thing.”
Back at Savron Dynamics the right thing would absolutely have been no contact. There were too many other factors at play. But here and now? The right thing was following their hearts, of that Dallas was sure. He just had to convince Will.
He stepped closer to Will, and almost involuntarily, Will fitted their bodies together. Then he groaned and stepped back. “We’re at work. I can’t do this.”
“Then let’s take this up at your place after work.”
Desire flared in Will’s eyes, but for endless moments, the silence was broken only by the rhythmic hum of equipment.
“We can’t… we can’t….”
An inky black lake of disappointment threatened to overwhelm Dallas at yet another rejection. How many times could he offer without becoming a stalker?
Will took a deep breath. “We can’t let anyone at work know. At work it has to be just work.”
The relief was almost as debilitating as the disappointment had been. Dallas wasn’t interested in hiding but this was a different situation than he had with Hugh, and he was confident Will wouldn’t, in the end, like it any more than Dallas did. But that was a skirmish for another time. Now was the time to savor this victory.
“Okay. No one at work will know.” Dallas stepped close and grabbed Will’s head, holding him steady for a kiss. Amazingly, Will stiffened for only a fraction of a second before he dove into the kiss with more enthusiasm than Dallas could have hoped for.
The kissing got more frantic, and Will pulled them together, fur
ther proving how turned on they were. But Dallas had to keep his head clear. He’d made a promise, and he didn’t want Will to feel he was being underhanded. Well, more underhanded.
Reluctantly, he pulled back. It took a moment before Will’s lucidity returned.
Before Will could chastise him, Dallas jumped in. “Last time. Just to celebrate.” He gave Will a cocky grin, one that hopefully didn’t reveal how worried he was that Will was going to lose his shit, maybe change his mind about after work.
Will licked his lips. “Right. Last time.”
Was that a hint of regret? Dallas hoped so. Not that he expected them to fuck like bunnies while Stefan paid them to work—that was in the models’ job descriptions, not theirs—but it gave Dallas more hope that they might be able to build something real. Something that would and could withstand the scrutiny of everyone they knew.
“I’m… I’m going to lunch.” Will turned on his heel and left.
Dallas didn’t exactly expect a lunch invitation, but it would have been nice. He shrugged and sat back down. He had other plans, ones to keep Will from working himself to death, and they’d be easier to work on when Will wasn’t sitting all sexy at his desk, a constant distraction in his peripheral vision.
WILL LAY there, catching his breath, a sweaty and equally breathless Dallas curled at his side. He stroked a hand idly along Dallas’s shoulder, not quite believing they’d done this again. In his bed, no less.
When Dallas had been perfectly proper all afternoon, he’d thought he’d imagined the kiss and the promise to meet up at his place. He’d been tempted to employ some of Dallas’s devious tricks, just to test the waters, but in the end, he’d chickened out. He might not completely trust Dallas, but he definitely admired his perseverance, among other things.
Then there’d been that awkward moment after Kyle had left where they exchanged phone numbers and Will texted his address.