by KC Burn
He couldn’t even blame sexual tension or horniness. He and Dallas had had more sex over the past week than he’d had since moving to Florida. But despite having had Dallas in his bed multiple times, an aching need to touch Dallas rippled beneath his skin, irritating like bug bites. What he missed was being able to touch Dallas with affection, not necessarily as a prelude to sex. Will wasn’t used to treating his partners so coldly when they weren’t in bed. By nature, he was a hugger, touchy-feely. He’d been raised by parents who’d met back when they were hippies. Even after they’d figured out love wasn’t enough to put food on the table, they’d gravitated to very empathetic jobs. His mother was a patient advocate at a hospital and his dad was a grief counselor. Between the two of them, Will had grown up with lots of love and lots of hugs. Normally he was happy, laid-back, friendly. Being suspicious, angry, reclusive, and simply brittle wasn’t like him at all, but he was caught in this spiral and he didn’t know how to make it stop. Possibly because he couldn’t bring himself to believe Dallas didn’t have a hidden agenda.
And yet when he wasn’t staring at Dallas like a lovesick teenager, his gaze drifted to that spot where he’d knelt in front of Dallas and sucked him off. Next step was doodling their initials inside hearts or something equally stupid.
Will himself had set the rules—no one at work could know. Which meant Dallas couldn’t sneak up and caress him, like he’d done at the beginning of the week, and Will could only dream about how good it had felt. The urge to run his palm up Dallas’s back or ruffle his hair got stronger every day, innocuous touches compared to the more graphic ones that kept him partially aroused most of the day.
The reality of having done “it” at work hadn’t dispelled the desire to spread Dallas out across his desk and rim him until he screamed or fuck him until he splattered jizz over the desktop Will could now see, thanks to Dallas’s efforts. Having sex almost daily hadn’t lessened his desire one little bit. If anything, it made it worse. Restraining himself from acting as he would with a regular sexual partner, and one he liked, despite himself, only made him obsess about it what felt like every second.
Another annoyance was Dallas’s complete and utter refusal to eat with him. To be fair, he never invited Dallas to have lunch with him at work. He certainly had never invited Kyle, so changing that behavior for Dallas would only invite speculation and gossip, of that he was sure. Kyle spent more time hanging out with the models than he did in the server room, and that lot gossiped like old biddies in church. Most of it was good-natured, but spending any time on set was almost like a reality soap opera.
There was no good reason for Dallas to refuse when he offered to order in either after or before sex. Truth be told, it was making him feel a little used. Like he wasn’t good for anything but a live cock, put on this earth to cater to Dallas’s sexual whims. He’d made his position about secrecy clear, and Dallas was taking him at his word. To the letter.
Will frowned at the time on his computer. Normally Dallas didn’t take this long to make his tea, and the server room was starting to feel a little empty. No good reason Will couldn’t head into the big break room and make himself a latte. Wouldn’t be the first time in the past two weeks he’d casually decided to get coffee around the same time Dallas made his tea; he was now an expert at working that big fancy lattemaker.
The noise started to grow as he approached and soon resolved into the voices of several men. He hadn’t realized anyone was filming today, although he should have. Normally he was well aware of the shooting schedule, but this one had completely slipped his notice.
That had to explain Dallas’s extended absence. He rounded the corner and walked into the kitchen, intending to make his latte before wandering around to find Dallas, but he didn’t have to go far. He rocked back on his heels at the sight of a group of mostly nude models bunched around Dallas’s sleekly suited form. Beck, who was even more of a player than Jaime, had his arm slung around Dallas’s neck as Dallas sipped from his mug. Because Beck had to stretch a bit to make up the difference in height, his goddamned naked cock, framed by a set of lacy garters, brushed the hem of Dallas’s suit jacket.
He’d have to push past naked ass to get to the coffee machine, but he’d lost his taste for latte. No matter how perfectly prepared, it would only taste like ash in his mouth.
Angry words swelled up like bile, and it took effort to swallow them back. He wasn’t about to get the damn models chattering about him and Dallas. It was a miracle none of them had figured it out at Club Gallo.
Beck kissing Dallas’s cheek was like a knife in the gut. He whirled around and stalked back to the server room. At his desk, he drummed his fingers against the top, staring at his computer screen, trying to erase the image of blond Beck next to Dallas. Beck was closer in age to Dallas than Will. Dateable.
Another weekend stretched out in front of him, as lonely as the last. Rattling around in his apartment, hoping Dallas would take pity on him and show up. Knowing Dallas was out with dates. Men he considered boyfriend material. He was the biggest hypocrite on the planet, but he wanted Dallas to include him in that select group.
And he wanted to strangle Beck for touching Dallas.
Before he could get his wildly erratic emotions under control, Dallas returned.
“Stefan doesn’t pay you to fondle the porn stars.” Oh holy fuck. Will hadn’t meant for the meanest thing in his heart to come out of his mouth, and he regretted it even before Dallas’s eyes narrowed in anger and hurt.
“No, he pays me to be a system administrator. But you’re the reason I have so much time on my hands, because you treat me like a glorified intern.”
Ouch. That one went straight to the bone. Will stood. “I… I….” Part of him was ready to escalate the fight, but another part was afraid. One path led to another barren, sexless, Dallas-less wasteland, and no matter how ill-advised, Will had let Dallas under his skin, and he wasn’t ready to set off the nuclear detonation necessary to blast him out of there.
Dallas walked right up to him, slammed his empty mug on Will’s desk, and poked him in the chest. “You certainly don’t care about how much time Kyle spends with the guys. Double standard?”
Yes, there was a fucking double standard. He didn’t want to wrap Kyle up in bubble wrap to keep other men—and their very naked, oversized cocks—away from him.
Will gritted his teeth to keep those words from escaping. But just acknowledging that double standard made something very clear to Will. If he truly wanted Dallas to consider him dateable, he needed to treat Dallas like more than a Grindr hookup or rent boy. Dallas refusing to stay at his place for more than sex had to have been an attempt to get Will to see that, but he’d apparently lost his mind and was having trouble locating it. Kept finding his ass instead.
He took a deep breath, and Dallas’s scent worked like it always did, waking his cock. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said that. I guess I just… wonder why you’re spending time with me instead of someone closer to your own age.”
Some of the hardness left Dallas’s expression. “Thank you.” They were now close enough Dallas’s herbal-scented breath ghosted across Will’s face. “But I’ve already worked here long enough to know that while Beck might be close to my age chronologically, he’s still rather immature. But Javier, on the other hand, who’s only nineteen, is probably more mentally mature than both of us put together.”
Will shuddered. Javier had been through some heavy shit, and Dallas was right. There was an old, jaded soul looking out of Javier’s teenaged eyes. But neither Javier nor Beck were involved in what he had to say.
His pulse fluttered and his palms started to sweat. The apology, difficult as it was, had been the easy part. “You mentioned a couple of days ago that you’d never been to Florida.” Bit of a tragedy, in Will’s opinion. Who didn’t take their kids to Orlando at least once, if they could afford it? Dallas’s parents could have vacationed in Orlando twice a year if they’d wanted to.
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p; Dallas frowned in confusion but nodded.
“Would you maybe like to hit one of the theme parks with me tomorrow?”
That earned Will one of what he’d started calling Dallas’s “off-duty” smiles, full of warmth and bright enough to rival Florida’s legendary sunshine.
“I’d love to.” Then Dallas erased the distance between them, pulling Will into one of the scorching kisses normally reserved for the moment Will’s front door closed behind Dallas.
Without another thought, Will sank into Dallas’s mouth, letting Dallas inflame him.
At some point—Will didn’t know how long he’d been lost in their kissing—they were straining against each other, desperate for skin. Dallas pulled back, pupils blown, lips puffy.
“Will. I guess we should stop.”
Those words made no sense. “Why?”
The corner of Dallas’s mouth tilted up. “Because we’re at work. I shouldn’t have kissed you.”
“I think if we’re dating, we can keep kissing. No one can open the door. No one will know.”
Will didn’t like the sound of those words, because he did want people to know. Being open was the only way to lay proper claim to Dallas, and yet being open would get him fired. His ethical flexibility seemed inversely proportional to the hardness of his cock.
“Aren’t you the wild one.” Fortunately Dallas didn’t sound upset.
“Fucking around at work.”
Dallas’s pupils dilated even more, and Will knew he couldn’t stop at kissing. He coaxed Dallas back, urging him to sit on the desk. Will sat in his chair and swiftly released Dallas’s cock, already hard for him.
He set free his own suffocating cock and slid his lips over the smooth crown of Dallas’s erection. They groaned in tandem, and Dallas flexed his hips a bit, forcing his cock deeper into Will’s mouth.
God. It hadn’t even been twenty-four hours since he’d fucked Dallas into a stupor, and he was ready to explode just from the taste and heft of the solid shaft filling his mouth.
Dallas gently cupped the back of his head, guiding the rhythm of Will’s up-and-down motion.
“Remember what you said to me after the auction?”
Will lifted his gaze. Despite the obvious heat, there was tenderness in Dallas’s expression too. He didn’t slide his cock out of Will’s mouth, though, so he assumed he wasn’t meant to answer.
“If you can hold it, I’ll suck you off.”
Will moaned. Fighting off the urge to come while Dallas spilled down his throat would be almost impossible, but he was going to try. He gripped the armrests of his chair as tight as he could, trying to keep his hands away from his exposed cock.
The moaning intensified the sensation for Dallas, judging by the increased pressure on his head. Will allowed it, because he wanted to swallow Dallas whole. They held still when Will pressed his nose into Dallas’s bush, and Will massaged Dallas’s cock with his tongue as best he could.
Another few thrusts, then Dallas grunted and blew his load. Will swallowed frantically, his cock jerking. He teetered on the edge of a hands-free orgasm, barely staving off the explosion.
He pulled back, muscles trembling. Dallas gave him a filthy smile before slithering to the floor, then folding himself under the desk between Will’s knees.
Oh God. He’d never had an office fetish until Dallas’s first day in the cube farm at Savron Dynamics, but Dallas sucking him off under his desk had rapidly become one of his favorite stroke-off fantasies.
He whimpered quietly, cock straining toward Dallas’s mouth. Precum had left a streak from head to base, and his cock was flushed dark red. Dallas licked the tip of his cock before opening his mouth and sucking Will inside.
The sight of Dallas’s perfect lips wrapped around his cock, combined with slick heat and strong suction made it impossible for anyone to hold out. Will thrust his hips up and spilled in Dallas’s mouth, muscles locked and heart pounding.
When he had control over his limbs again, he threaded his fingers through Dallas’s soft dark hair before coaxing him up. Dallas moved as though to head back to his desk, but Will wrapped an arm around his waist and held him there until he relaxed, half sitting on Will’s lap.
“Are you coming over tonight?”
Not that Will expected to be able to get it up again, but that didn’t change the fact that he’d gotten spoiled by seeing Dallas in his apartment after work.
Dallas kissed him, soft and sweet, the antithesis of the kiss that had started this all. “I’d rather wait until tomorrow, if you don’t mind. Make sure we both get some rest tonight. We’re going to need an early start, aren’t we?”
“Yeah, we should try to get there for opening.” Will was going to have to get online and figure out when that was, as soon as Dallas told him which park was at the top of his list.
He was going on a date with Dallas. Satan better start checking for ice cubes, because Will had never imagined he’d be in this position.
Chapter TEN
SATURDAY EVENING, Dallas stumbled blearily into Will’s apartment before Will wrapped an arm around him and guided him gently to the couch.
“I’m sorry.” Just talking made the pain in his head flare, to match the fiery heat dancing over his skin.
“Don’t be sorry. I should have been paying better attention. Made sure you drank more. I’m more familiar with this weather than you are.”
They’d been having a fucking awesome time. There had been hand-holding, food sharing, joking. There had been an ease between him and Will that hadn’t happened unless they were having sex, and it was everything Dallas had dreamed of.
Then the headache hit. He’d tried to ignore it. Pretend it hadn’t popped up to ruin things like an evil chaperone. After all, it wasn’t anything like the stress headaches that caused all his problems. But the pain, every bit as awful as his customary headaches, intensified by the minute.
Will had quickly figured out something was wrong. He got him a bottle of water, and they immediately left, but just getting to the parking lot was a minimarathon. Dallas had been panting and nauseated by the time they reached the car.
Will had turned the fans up full blast, the air quickly cooling down, which helped some, but lying still on the couch—that wasn’t moving—helped even more.
Dallas closed his eyes against the misery, while Will did… something. When he returned a few minutes later, he tried to get Dallas to sit up.
“No. Please.”
Will trailed his fingers lightly over Dallas’s shoulder. “I know, I know. But you need to hydrate more. Half a bottle of water and some painkillers. Then you can lie down again.”
“Can’t take painkillers. Ulcer.” He wasn’t risking another surgery, and he’d need to be half-dead before he considered taking another anti-inflammatory.
“I know. It’s acetaminophen. You’ve got a bit of heat stroke, and if we can’t get it under control, I’ll have to take you to the hospital.”
He doubted Will knew what an effective threat that was. He’d seen more than his fair share of hospitals this year, and he wasn’t in a hurry to test out another emergency room.
As he pushed himself up, a shiver shook his frame. How could he possibly be cold when it felt like his skin was on fire? But he took the pills and drank the water before lying down, resting his head on the pillow Will had so thoughtfully provided.
Will draped a cloth-wrapped cold pack over his forehead, and Dallas nearly moaned at the relief. He was still chilled, but this cold felt welcome. Didn’t matter, though. Will also placed a light blanket over him before settling on the other end of the couch, pulling Dallas’s feet into his lap.
The television flicked on, the volume low and not enough to aggravate his pain. Dallas didn’t bother opening his eyes or straining his ears to identify the show; he just let himself doze.
Sometime later, when the cold pack was now a room-temperature pack, Will spoke. “How are you feeling?”
Dallas blinked his eyes open
. Night had fallen while he’d been recuperating, and the low light level from the lamp on the table was almost soothing. Better than bright sunlight or harsh fluorescents.
“Better. Thanks.” His throat was dry, so he gingerly pushed himself upright. The worst of the headache had faded, but he could still feel the pressure lurking in his skull. He downed the rest of the water from the bottle and started on the second one Will had left. “Think I could take a shower? I feel pretty grimy.”
“Sure. But leave the door open, just in case you feel wobbly. And stick with cool water.”
Dallas almost snorted. That was a given. Last thing he wanted was to cook himself further in hot water.
Will had advised him to bring a change of clothes for after the park, and Dallas was glad he had. Of course, he’d also brought enough stuff to stay the night, hoping Will would still want him to stay. The way he felt now, though, if Will wanted him to leave, he was going to have to drive him home.
First thing he did was pluck out his contacts. His dehydration made them feel like rounds of sandpaper. He didn’t bother digging out his glasses. He wasn’t going to need them, because he didn’t need to see shit until morning.
After he was clean, dry, and refreshed, Dallas pulled on a pair of sweats and a cotton shirt, then dropped his duffel bag by Will’s dresser. He shuffled back to the living room, where Will had replaced his water with a fresh bottle.
“I guess it was just heat stroke or dehydration, because I don’t think I’m burned at all.” At least he’d had the sense to coat himself in sunscreen.
Will peered up at him. “Nah, doesn’t look it. But you definitely look more like yourself. C’mon. Lie down again.”
He drank more water, then settled back under the blanket. Will handed him a refreshed cold pack and tucked his feet onto his lap. Dallas sank back into the pillow, ice pack on his forehead, muscles finally unclenching.
Will started massaging his feet, and Dallas let out a tiny moan. He’d been so focused on his head that he hadn’t realized how badly his feet hurt. They’d walked so damn far. Now that he could think beyond the pain, euphoria took hold. Even getting dehydrated couldn’t put a damper on the day. It had been so far beyond anything he’d had with Hugh. Will might not want anyone to know about them at work, but he hadn’t shied away from making it obvious in public that they were together, that they were on a date. Nothing salacious, but Hugh had never even taken him to dinner in a restaurant. He and Will had spent the whole day focused on each other and having fun. Then Will had been every bit as sweet as Dallas could have dreamed of, taking care of him while he was unwell.