by Jerry Cole
“That counts,” Morgan replied. He started undoing the buttons on his shirt, slowly, his hands barely steady enough. He wasn’t sure why, because it wasn’t as if he never had done this before, but he was feeling a little bit nervous.
Jan watched him, his gaze firmly on Morgan’s chest as he finally finished unbuttoning his shirt and letting it fall over his arms.
Jan licked his lips. “I was wrong,” he said. “I really need to see you naked.”
“You will,” Morgan replied. “You’re going to get to see me naked when I’m under you. Your hands are going to dig into my waist and you’re going to get to see my ass as I fuck myself on your hard cock. Which it is, right?”
“Yes,” Jan moaned. “Yes, it is. I’m so hard for you.”
Morgan sucked his breath in, his heart beating so fast that he felt dizzy. “Can you take your pants off?”
Jan looked at him, cocking his head. “Why?”
“Because ever since I fucked you that night, I’ve been fantasizing about what it would be like to have you inside me,” Morgan said, his mouth so close to Jan’s ear that he was sure his breath on Jan’s skin was making Jan shiver. “Every time I close my eyes, all that I can think about is the way it would feel if you let me sit on your cock.”
Jan groaned, throwing his head back. “Yes.”
“You want to do that?”
“Yes,” Jan said again. “I want to be inside of you.”
Morgan smiled, looking down at Jan’s crotch. Jan was undoing his buttons, but it seemed to take him no time at all. Then he undid his zipper and Morgan had to stop himself from gasping. Even though Jan’s erection still was covered by the fabric of his underwear, it looked beautiful and amazing and Morgan couldn’t wait to start touching him. Since they both were sitting on the bed, it made perfect sense for Morgan to drop gracefully to his knees in front of where Jan was sitting. He helped him take his pants off and flung them away so they landed somewhere in the room. Morgan wasn’t too concerned about that, all he wanted to do was kiss the inside of Jan’s legs. His kisses were soft and lingering on Jan’s skin, whose head was tilted back and whose fingers were digging into the quilt.
“I want to suck you off,” Morgan said into Jan’s legs.
Jan looked at him and swallowed, his eyes barely open. “No,” he said. “You can’t.”
Morgan smiled. “Why not?”
Jan groaned. “If you do, I’m going to blow my load in your mouth,” he replied. “And I really, really want to fuck you. Like, a lot. Before we do absolutely anything else.”
“Okay,” Morgan said, getting to his feet and kissing Jan on the mouth. “Whatever you want to do.”
“You,” Jan said, holding on to Morgan by the waist and yanking him toward himself. “I want to do you.”
“That can be arranged,” Morgan replied between sharp breaths. “I really want you to do me, too.”
He moved away from Jan so he could take off his pants. He let Jan watch him as he took them off, stopping only to kick off his shoes. He could feel himself growing harder as Jan explored him with his gaze, his eyes watering and his mouth half-open. “Goddamn, you’re hot.”
“Where do you keep the lube?”
“On my nightstand,” Jan replied, taking off his boxers as he spoke. “There are condoms in the drawer, too.”
“Great,” Morgan said. He was about to say something about how he was clean, but this wasn’t the time. They had just had a very serious conversation, surely another one of the same magnitude could wait at least a couple of days. If Jan felt more comfortable using a condom right then, Morgan was more than happy to do that. He went over to grab the stuff from the nightstand, leaning down so Jan could get a good view of his ass. He kind of regretted he hadn’t taken his underwear off, because he wanted Jan to see him the way he had seen Jan when he had been masturbating in the field, so gorgeous and masculine and feral-looking. Morgan wanted his ass to provoke the same reaction in Jan, the same one that Jan’s naked body had provoked in him. Just the image of a naked Jan in his head was making his cock throb. The fact that Jan was waiting for him, was waiting to be inside of him, it made him almost want to cum right then and there.
“Okay,” he said, once he’d grabbed everything. “Where do you want me?”
Jan smiled at him, biting his lower lip. “Do you think you can power-bottom me?”
“Yes,” Morgan replied. He walked over to where Jan was sitting and handed him the condom package. Jan opened it and put on the condom. Morgan squeezed some lube on his hand and started to stroke Jan’s uncut cock. His cock was beautiful and Morgan would have been happy to be there all day, on his knees and worshiping Jan’s dick with his tongue and his hand, if Jan had let him.
Jan obviously had other plans, plans that Morgan was looking forward to, because he soon was speaking between short breaths. “Do you want me to finger you?”
“I’m ready,” Morgan replied, biting his lower lip. “I’m so ready.”
“Okay,” Jan said. “Take your boxers off. I want to see you, all of you, before I fuck you.”
Morgan did as he was instructed. Jan looked him up and down a few times. Then he grabbed his waist and wrapped his mouth around Morgan’s erection. He wasn’t expecting it, which made how good Jan was with his mouth even more of a surprise. He sucked Morgan off until Morgan was whimpering and saying something that resembled words, though he wasn’t sure exactly what was coming out of his mouth.
“Now turn around,” Jan said when he took him out of his mouth. “And sit on my cock.”
Morgan didn’t have to be told twice. He turned around as fast as he could, then he slowly lowered himself onto Jan’s dick. He was more than ready, because even though it took him a little while to sit down, by the time he did, he only gasped in pleasure when he felt the thickness of Jan’s cock filling him up.
“Oh my God,” Jan said, holding on to Morgan’s waist for a second, then moving his hand around so it was enveloping Morgan’s rock-hard dick. He moved back and forth, fucking himself as hard as he could, but keeping the pace steady and slow so he could match the rhythm of Jan’s hand on his own dick. Once Jan sped up, though, Morgan’s hips did, too.
Jan moaned. “Can you get on the bed?”
“Yeah,” Morgan replied. “All fours?”
“Yes,” Jan said. “Show me that ass.”
Morgan nodded. He got on the bed on all fours, his ass up in the air. Jan was on the bed behind him, slapping him playfully on the ass, then slowly entering him again. Morgan exhaled sharply as Jan grabbed his hair and started to fuck him, slowly at first, then hard once Morgan was begging for it. Soon Morgan couldn’t think of anything except how good he felt, how it felt like there were fireworks spreading from his stomach to every other part of his body, and Jan was saying he was going to cum and Morgan was telling him he was going to cum, too, even though neither one of them was touching Morgan’s hard cock. Jan came inside of him while Morgan came, his fingers digging into Morgan’s hips and his voice rising in volume and filling the entire room. Morgan couldn’t contain himself anymore and he came all over Jan’s blue quilt, his legs quivering and his arms almost giving out.
For a moment, they were completely still. Then Jan pulled out and plopped down next to him, his arms outstretched and his cheeks red. Morgan fell on his stomach, his head still swimming. “Oh my God,” he heard himself say.
Jan grabbed the condom, wrapped a knot in it, and threw it in the trash can next to the bed. Then he laid down next to Morgan again. “Was it as good as you were hoping?”
“It was so much better than that,” Morgan replied, his voice quiet. “You keep being better than my fantasies. I didn’t even know that was allowed.”
Jan put his head on Morgan’s chest. “Oh, yeah? How much have you fantasized about me?”
“I don’t think we have enough time for that,” Morgan replied, laughing. He put his arm around Jan’s shoulder and got closer to him. “This was wonderful. We shoul
d do it again.”
“Not right now,” Jan said. “I mean, I’m pretty sure I just melted, so I’m unable to do anything that would require a solid body.”
Morgan laughed quietly. “That seems like a sound scientific explanation.”
“I’m good at science,” Jan replied, closing his eyes. “You’re going to have to learn that soon.”
Morgan licked his lips. “I think I still have a lot to learn.”
“Not when it comes to bottoming,” Jan replied, his eyes fluttering open. “Fuck, you’re so good at that.”
“Right back at you,” Morgan said. He kissed Jan’s forehead and closed his eyes. They both still were naked, dirty, tired and too hot. Morgan was sure he never had been as happy as he was then.
Chapter Twenty-Four
Jan had intended to tell Morgan everything. He really had. The moment that Morgan had started talking, though, everything had become a lot harder than he had anticipated. Morgan had been so sweet and so serious about the entire thing, Jan couldn’t face breaking his heart. He knew he would have to do so eventually, but right then, he couldn’t bring himself to do it. He hadn’t expected things to develop into sex either, but there was something so tantalizing about Morgan, about the entire situation, that he couldn’t stop himself. By the time the sex had happened, Jan felt both incredibly fulfilled and like a huge jerk. He knew he should have told Morgan, he knew, but he also couldn’t walk away without being with Morgan once again. Now that Morgan was sleeping at his side—and after he had asked him when, not if, he should start keeping an electric toothbrush at Jan’s place—and in his arms, Jan knew he was too deep into it to say anything, except that he didn’t want to let his brother down and he didn’t want to upset Morgan. Of course, it was too late for that. He didn’t expect Morgan would forgive him at all once he found out what was going on, and Jan wasn’t sure if he could take that. The idea of Morgan not wanting to be around him didn’t just hurt, it burned.
But stretching it out any longer, that wouldn’t have been fair to Morgan. And the idea that Morgan might hate him made his stomach hurt. It made Jan feel nauseous. He had to tell him, he had to, he couldn’t keep putting it off. He sat up and took a sip of water from the water bottle he kept on the nightstand. His saliva felt like tiny rocks going down his throat. He looked at Morgan, who was sleeping with a hand under the pillow, whose breathing was soft and deep and who looked so peaceful in bed next to Jan.
Everything in Jan’s body screamed not to wake Morgan up. His hand almost didn’t seem to respond when he wanted to touch Morgan’s upper arm. He didn’t want to shake him awake, but he was sure that he was trembling himself and it didn’t take long for Morgan’s eyes to flutter open.
“Hey,” Morgan said softly. “Are you okay?”
He put his hand on Jan’s own and it made Jan want to burst into tears. He tried to keep his voice steady when he spoke, his heart beating so hard and fast he felt like he could barely hear his own voice over it. “There’s something I need to talk to you about. Something I need to tell you.”
Morgan sat up, his eyes now wide. He was perfectly awake, as though he never had been asleep in the first place. “Is this about condoms? Because if—”
Jan cocked his head, his eyes narrowing. He wasn’t sure he had heard Morgan right. He shook his head. “What?”
“Nothing,” Morgan said. “I just thought—”
“This isn’t about condoms,” Jan said. “It’s bigger than that.”
Morgan’s eyes widened. “Okay, so I know we may be a little young for this, but—”
“No,” Jan replied. “That’s not what I meant. Though it’s nice to know that you’d stick by me.”
“Of course,” Morgan replied, nodding as though what Jan just had said was a foregone conclusion. “I mean, you can manage it really well now.”
Jan exhaled sharply. “How is it that you always can deflate me with just a few words? I was feeling emboldened, but you’re just… you’re disarming.”
Morgan cocked his head. “So, something is wrong.”
“Maybe,” Jan said. “Okay, probably.”
“But you’re okay?”
“Yes,” Jan said, nodding. “I’m totally fine. I mean, I won’t be once this conversation is over, but right now, I’m perfectly fine. I’m more than fine, I’m happy. Which makes the fact that we need to have this conversation all the more fucked up.”
Morgan said nothing to that. He stopped nodding, he just kept staring right at Jan as he tried getting the rest of the words out of his mouth. “I wasn’t honest when we met,” Jan said. “Not just about the internship. Well, it’s complicated. Before I get into this, you have to promise you’ll let me finish, okay?”
“I don’t know what—”
“I’m serious,” Jan said. When he blinked, a hot tear slid down his cheek. He hated it, especially when Morgan turned on the lamp and stared at him. “You can’t… you can’t talk. If you talk, I’m not going to be able to take it, I’m not going to be able to tell you the truth. I need to tell you the truth. And I need you to listen before you freak out, and before you ask me any questions, okay? Can you do that for me, Morgan?”
Morgan wiped Jan’s tear away from his cheek with the tip of his finger, leaving his hand to linger on Jan’s cheek. “Of course, babe,” Morgan replied. Jan leaned into his touch, taking a deep breath as he did so.
“Even when things seem irrelevant?”
“Even if I feel like storming out,” Morgan said with what Jan thought was supposed to be a reassuring smile.
“You’re definitely going to feel like freaking out,” Jan said, his voice a whisper. “You’re not just going to feel like freaking out, you’re going to feel like you want to kill me.”
“Can you just tell me already? I’m sure it’s a lot worse in my head than you’re making it out to be,” Morgan replied.
Jan pinched the bridge of his nose and tilted his head back, trying to stop the tears from sliding down his cheeks. “You have to promise that you…”
Morgan grabbed his hand and squeezed it. It made Jan feel sick. Morgan shouldn’t have been trying to make him feel better when what Jan was going to say was going to break his heart.
“You don’t know the truth about me,” Jan started. “Shit. I have no idea how to start this. I think it makes sense to start it with FinaSoft Corporation, but I’m not sure. Okay, so you know what FinaSoft does, right?”
Morgan nodded his head, his brow furrowed. “Wait, why are you talking about work?”
“Because this is about work. Please, I told you not to interrupt—”
“Okay, sorry,” Morgan said. “I’m just… I’m just worried, that’s all. I’ll be quiet now.”
“Right,” Jan replied, looking away from him. “This is going to sound like it’s irrelevant, but I promise it comes back to me. So, you know what FinaSoft does, obviously. I don’t know why I even asked that. You know that part of the way the business works is by selling licenses to all these different financial institutions so they can trade, right?”
Morgan nodded, saying nothing. He didn’t look upset, he just looked confused.
“So, you know that without the software, no financial company would ever get anything done. You know that the product has no competitor that only FinaSoft makes and sells it. Regulatory bodies are trying to find another way to make sure everything is done properly because banks and other financial institutions aren’t getting the same results, even with the same input.”
Morgan shook his head. “That makes no sense…”
“Trust me,” Jan said, holding his hand up. “They tried it. They used the same variables, the same equations and they waited until the market matched. I don’t know exactly how it worked, but I know they found that institutions that had paid less than average got results that were delayed. The delays lasted only for a few seconds, but as you know, seconds are tremendously important in the market, and the companies that were getting screwed were the smaller
ones or the ones that weren’t directly benefiting FinaSoft Corporation.”
“I have so many questions,” Morgan said quietly. “Like, how do you know this? How is this related to us at…?”
“I know,” Jan replied. “And I promise you I’ll do my best to answer all your questions once I’m done explaining. But right now, it’s important that you just hear me out. The way they found this out, what I can make out, is that there was a whistleblower working in sales, or maybe purchasing, on FinaSoft’s side. Whichever department they worked in, they decided to call Mandy Bibiana about it. Do you know who that is?”
Morgan nodded. He didn’t have to say anything else.
“Anyway,” Jan continued, “the point is Bibiana wanted to investigate. So, there’s been an investigation with other banks. You won’t have heard about this because knowledge of the investigation is very limited, but they’ve hired a team of hungry litigation lawyers who are anxious for a payout that would result in millions of dollars for them, probably billions for the defense.”
Morgan licked his lips, his head cocked. He didn’t look worried or annoyed. If anything, he looked impressed. Before he could say anything, though, Jan kept talking. He didn’t want Morgan’s annoying instance on being the nicest person ever to get in the way of what he had to say. “The point of all that, Morgan, is that I’m not a waiter,” he finally said, the words so slow to come out of his mouth, so far apart from each other, he wasn’t sure they made any sense. But when he noticed that Morgan still was looking at him, his head tilted and his eyes narrowed.
“I’m… I’m not just applying for an internship,” Jan said. He wished he hadn’t asked Morgan not to interrupt him, because this might have been easier if Morgan had been asking him questions. “I’m not just a waiter. I… okay, so if you’ve heard of Bibiana, you know she’s the CEO of State Fidelity. I’m on assignment.”
Morgan raised his eyebrows.