No, no sleep yet.
Looking over at Zack’s closed office door and wishing for it to open accomplished nothing. Zack had been on a call for over an hour, and there were no signs of it ending anytime soon. Nolan had been gauging the success of the call based on how frequently Zack’s voice rose to a shout. It had been at least fifteen minutes since the last outburst, so things must finally be starting to go Zack’s way.
He hated seeing Zack this stressed. Knowing now about Zack’s long history with anger management, Nolan appreciated how hard he’d worked to keep his temper in check. Even his staff had noticed the change, and the management team had mentioned as much every time Nolan went to check on them.
Speaking of which . . .
It was almost 9 p.m., which meant the group looking at the invoices would be calling it a night soon. The report needed to be ready to present to Ms. Rollins in the morning; they’d assured Zack it would be finished before they left.
Nolan’s back and leg screamed at him as he got to his feet and made the now familiar journey down the hall to the conference room. Plates, mugs, and half-eaten pizza were stacked on a trolley outside the room. The kitchen hadn’t sent anyone to collect the dishes, which meant he’d have to take things down before he left for the night.
God, he was so done.
Ignoring the mess for the moment, he knocked on the door before stepping inside. The smell of alcohol, sweat, and stale pizza hit him within seconds. The group was gathered around a laptop laughing at something on the screen, their backs to the door. They hadn’t noticed Nolan yet, which was probably the only reason he saw what they were watching.
Stretched out on a bed was a naked woman, who was being fucked by a man wearing a giant horse’s head. Even if Nolan hadn’t been gay, he didn’t think he’d find anything the least bit arousing about the scene.
The man in the video whinnied loudly, and the guys watching it laughed again.
Nolan cleared his throat and waited for the group to turn around. “Mr. Anderson needs a status. But I assume you’re done with the budget completely if you’re watching porn and drinking at the office.”
“Fuck off.” Brian James, head of IT support, closed the laptop and took another drink from his mug. “We’ve been here for two days straight working our asses off. What Mr. Asshole wants us to do is fucking impossible.”
The last thing they needed was for the team to revolt. Nolan swallowed his anger and consciously relaxed his shoulders before answering. “He’s well aware of what’s being asked of you. If there was any other way—”
Brian stood, pushing past the others to get right in Nolan’s face. “I don’t fucking see him here working.”
Nolan tried not to breathe in too deeply. His heart pounded, and something tightened in the back of his throat. “He’s in his office right now.”
One of the others carefully slid Brian’s mug from his hand before it could slop alcohol on a stack of documents, then patted him in a way that was clearly meant to be calming. “Back off, Brian. The lackey’s just doing his job.”
Brian shook off the hand on his shoulder and held his ground. “You’re queer, right?”
“Brian man, come on—”
“Yes, I’m gay.” Nolan had been lucky in his life to date: he hadn’t run into many problems regarding his sexuality. Having three older, much larger brothers in high school prevented the bullying some of his friends had faced. But that didn’t mean he hadn’t been on the receiving end of his fair share of verbal abuse. It also didn’t mean he couldn’t defend himself. “Is that a problem?”
“Naw. You’re too busy sucking your boss’s cock to bother with mine.”
For the first time in his life, Nolan wanted to hit someone. Anger warred with panic, making his head spin and his blood surge. “I think you’ve had too much to drink. Your friends better get you home before you do something stupid that gets you fired. Now.”
After a few shared glances and nods of agreement, one of the group grabbed the laptop, a few backpacks, and a messenger bag, as another forced Brian out the door. The others followed suit, picking up belongings and vacating quickly. Before the last one left, he turned to Nolan. “We’ve been working our butts off and just needed to blow off some steam. We’d been asked to do the impossible.”
“I know that. But you still can’t watch porn on company equipment. And what you might not realize is that Mr. Anderson is dealing with this problem plus more.”
“You’re the only one who likes him. You know that, right? He’s an ass who doesn’t give a shit about anyone but himself.” The guy shook his head, already walking toward the door again. “The report is done. We emailed it off five minutes ago.” He disappeared around the doorframe, and a few seconds later Nolan heard the others laughing down the hall, and the faint ding of the elevator’s arrival.
Nolan waited until he knew the group was gone, then turned off all the lights and fell into one of the abandoned conference room chairs. This was all too much for him, being the barrier between Zack and the rest of the world. With his eyes closed tight, he did his best to slow his breathing, and rubbed his thigh hard, willing the pain away.
How could people not see how much Zack cared about things, how much it killed him that he couldn’t do enough for people? No one seemed to realize how big his heart was.
God, he couldn’t sit in the dark sulking. There was too much to do, and whether Zack admitted it or not, he needed Nolan.
Zack’s door was open when Nolan finally made his way back to the office. He walked in, not waiting to see if Zack was busy.
Zack looked up, dark smudges under his eyes. “Hey.”
All thoughts of reports, delinquent staff, and construction jobs vanished. All Nolan saw was a man he’d come to respect, who he now considered a friend. A man he wanted nothing more than to kiss.
“Are you okay?” Zack pushed away from his desk.
Nolan couldn’t speak. His throat was tight, unshed tears squeezing at his windpipe. He’d have to let his actions say what he felt. He closed the office door before moving around the desk. Zack still sat in his chair, but his eyes never left Nolan. It was a bit awkward, but Nolan turned Zack’s seat so he could have better access, and dropped to his knees.
“What are you doing?” Zack’s voice shook as he spoke.
“I was just accused of sucking your cock.”
“What?” Zack was on his feet, ready to murder someone. “Who the hell said that to you?”
“It’s irrelevant. What it did was get me thinking.”
Zack swallowed and sat back down. “About what?”
“That I haven’t actually seen your cock. Despite everything we’ve done, the time we’ve spent together, you’ve kept your distance from me.” His fingers trembled as he fumbled with Zack’s belt, though whether it was from exhaustion or anticipation, he didn’t have a clue.
“Don’t do this.” Zack slid his hand across Nolan’s, stilling his movements.
“You don’t want me to do this?” He pressed Zack’s erection with his fingers. “You seem to be on board.”
“Who said you suck my cock?”
“Doesn’t matter.”
Zack reached up and took Nolan’s face in his hands. “It matters.”
For the first time since their moment at the gym, Nolan didn’t fight the impulse to kiss him. Stretching his body, he pressed his mouth to Zack’s and moaned as Zack immediately reciprocated. Hard muscles, firm hands, and the intoxicating scent that haunted Nolan’s dreams surrounded him. Zack plundered his mouth, tongue exploring every inch of him. The intensity made Nolan’s head spin, made him want more.
He pulled back, his eyes drifting closed. “I’m going to suck you now.”
Zack ran his thumb along Nolan’s bottom lip. “You don’t have to do this.”
“I want to. I’ve wanted to since I saw you in the bathroom that first day.”
He didn’t need to look to find Zack’s belt and pull it open. His fingers s
till shook as he worked the zipper, but he knew now it was from excitement. The scent of arousal hit him as he reached into Zack’s briefs and wrapped his fingers around his swollen shaft.
“Fuck, you’re big.” He stepped away from Zack to look down at his prize.
“I don’t have a condom.”
“Do I need one?”
“I don’t have anything.”
“I haven’t had sex in years. I don’t have anything.” Nolan didn’t wait; he pulled Zack’s cock free of his pants. He stretched back the foreskin to reveal the red, swollen tip. “Fuck.”
He teased the tip of Zack’s cock, making sure to flick the head with the end of his tongue.
Zack groaned as he pushed his fingers into Nolan’s hair. “Why didn’t we do this the first time?”
Nolan licked a long trail up the length of Zack’s shaft. “I didn’t trust you then.”
“But you do now?” Zack sucked a sharp breath in through his nose.
“Yup. Now, no more talking.”
Together they worked Zack’s pants down his hips so Nolan could push them to the floor. Fully exposed, Zack was completely at his mercy.
With his eyes closed, Nolan’s other senses became heightened. Every sigh and moan that came from Zack embedded itself in his brain. The way the muscles in Zack’s legs shook beneath his hands as he teased and caressed the skin. The warmth that rolled off Zack in waves every time Nolan swallowed down his cock.
God, Nolan wanted to be fucked by this man. He wanted to feel his body stretch around Zack, wanted to be held down by Zack’s body and feel his orgasm rush through him. He dipped his head so he could suck on Zack’s balls, run his tongue across the puckered skin and tease the jewel hidden beneath. The sac was tight, an indicator that Zack’s release wouldn’t be far off. As much as he wanted to be fucked, Nolan wanted to taste Zack’s come even more.
Focusing his efforts, he worked Zack’s cock, pumping and sucking until Zack’s body shook beneath him.
“So fucking good.” Zack thrust up into Nolan’s mouth as he flexed his fingers against Nolan’s jawline. “Gonna come.”
Nolan groaned loudly around Zack’s cock. Doubling down, he used his free hand to caress Zack’s balls, rub his taint and lower until he rimmed his asshole with one fingertip. The teasing was enough. Zack held Nolan’s head still while he increased his thrusts. The head of his cock threatened to brush the back of Nolan’s throat, forcing him to relax his muscles, to accept everything Zack gave him.
The first spurt of hot come splashed across his tongue, and Nolan did his best to swallow it down. Zack moaned; his fingers squeezed Nolan’s head, pulled his hair as he came with jerky thrusts. His come was bitter in Nolan’s mouth; it didn’t matter.
He wasn’t sure if Zack had finished or not, because the next thing Nolan knew he was being tugged to his feet and manhandled to lie on Zack’s desk. “I want you.”
“Me too.”
Zack made short work of his belt and zipper. He yanked Nolan’s pants down, hesitating only when Nolan stiffened. “What?”
Jesus, he couldn’t freak out now, not when several of his more erotic fantasies were about to come to life. But the throbbing in his leg was enough of a reminder about his scars, about the ugliness that covered his thigh. Zack didn’t know what he was getting himself into, and Nolan didn’t have a clue how he’d react.
“I have scars. They’re not pretty.”
Zack frowned. “Am I hurting you?”
“No.”
“Do you want me to stop?”
“Fuck no.”
“Then I don’t care about the scars.” He leaned in and kissed Nolan hard. “Now relax and enjoy this.”
Zack slipped off Nolan’s shoes so he could free his legs from his pants. The cool office air sent a chill through him as he lost the only thing hiding his scars from Zack. He held his breath as Zack reached out and ran a finger across the worst of the wounds on his leg. “Shit.”
The trail of damage led from midthigh to his stomach. Zack pushed his shirt out of the way, following the injury as much as he could. “How did you walk away from that?”
I didn’t walk, I was airlifted. “Luck.”
If what he saw bothered him, Zack said nothing. He instead slipped his fingers into the band of Nolan’s briefs and pulled them down, until Nolan was left wearing only his shirt. “I won’t fuck you without a condom. I won’t do that to you.”
Nolan shuddered. “I trust you.”
“No. The first time I push into you, I’ll do it right. But I will do this.”
He forced Nolan’s legs apart, and ran his hands up Nolan’s thighs until he bracketed his hard cock. “I’m going to jerk you off.”
With his hand around Nolan’s shaft, Zack moved between his knees, which let Nolan wrap his legs around Zack’s waist. Zack was still hard, and he pressed his cock against Nolan’s ass cheeks.
They were so close, nearly to the place where Nolan desperately wanted to be. Zack moved his hips in time with the stroking of Nolan’s cock. While he might not be inside him, he moved in such a way that Zack’s cock, still slick from Nolan’s saliva, rubbed between Nolan’s cheeks, teasing his asshole and leaving nothing to the imagination.
Every time he and Zack were alone, Nolan’s body responded. He’d been walking around the office half-hard for so long his world had dissolved into a near-constant state of arousal. But with Zack’s hands finally on him, the barriers were gone. They were both free to see where they could take each other.
Zack’s thrusts increased in tempo as he squeezed his hand around Nolan’s cock. “Stay with me. Don’t let that mind of yours wander.”
Nolan chuckled, then a gasp escaped him as Zack’s fingers tightened again. “Not going anywhere.”
“Tell me what you want. What you’ve been thinking about.”
“You.” Forcing his eyes open, he made sure to look directly at Zack. “I wish we were in a bed. That we had lube and time and that you’d stretch me open with your fingers just enough so I could take that big cock of yours into me. I want you to fill me and press me down. I want to taste your sweat like I’ve swallowed your come.”
The longer he spoke, the closer to orgasm he got. Perspiration had broken out across his body, causing his ass and the small of his back to slide across the desk.
Zack’s pupils dilated and his mouth fell open. “Dirty mouth.”
“Yeah.”
Zack lowered his voice as he leaned forward. “I want to hear you scream my name. I want to fuck you so hard you feel me for days after. I want you to get fucking hard every time you think about me.”
The tip of Zack’s cock pressed against his asshole, and for a second, Nolan thought he was going to break his promise and take him after all. That was enough to push him over the edge. Nolan sucked a breath through his nose and clamped his mouth shut, forcing back the scream he so desperately wanted to unleash.
Come shot from him to land across his shirt, his stomach, and Zack’s hand. The waves of his orgasm rolled through him over and over until he was aware of nothing but the all-consuming pleasure.
Finally, everything stopped. Pleasure still clung to his body, even as Zack carefully pulled away and arranged Nolan’s legs so his feet rested on Zack’s chair. “Don’t move.”
“Couldn’t if I wanted to.”
Zack got dressed and disappeared, only to return with a damp paper towel from the kitchen. “Best I can offer.”
“I’ll be sure to put some wet wipes in the cupboard if there’s going to be a repeat performance.”
Zack reached down and used Nolan’s tie to gently tug him into a seated position. “The next time this happens will be in a bed. The next time will involve condoms and fucking and screaming.”
There was no mistaking the lust in Zack’s voice, no doubt about how serious he was with his prediction.
“So there will be a next time?” Nolan’s voice was far quieter than he would have liked.
Zack pulled
Nolan closer and bit down on his chin. “Yes.”
“What about you being my boss?”
“Do you care?”
“No.”
“Then I don’t either.”
It was a lie, but one Nolan would happily accept. “When?”
“Once this mess is done, once we have time to breathe. I’m going to bring you home and fuck you until you beg me to stop.”
Nolan swallowed hard. “I can’t wait.”
Even though waiting was exactly what they had to do.
Zack was late. It hadn’t been intentional, but with all the long nights and early mornings he’d put in this week, he’d been exhausted and slept through his alarm. Of all the days, this was the wrong one not to be on his A game.
He’d spent the better part of yesterday with the budget team, ironing out the remaining details. It wasn’t pretty, and no one had been happy about the reductions in their discretionary budgets, but the alternative was the loss of five positions across three teams. No one wanted that. The day had been more emotionally draining than he’d realized.
All that remained was for Zack to have his meeting with Samantha later this afternoon and report on his findings.
He’d barely made it into the building’s lobby when Nolan came bounding out of the elevator. “Oh, perfect timing.”
“I’m late.”
“Not at all.” He hooked his arm through Zack’s and spun him around. “We have a meeting.”
“Where?”
“The special project you put me in charge of.”
He must have really been tired, because it took Zack more than a few seconds to realize what Nolan meant. Ringside. “What’s going on?”
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