by Jerry Cole
Jan laughed, rolling his eyes. “Did anyone ever tell you you’re a pedant?”
Morgan smiled at him. “Did anyone ever tell you that you’re cute when you use big words like that?”
“Cute?” Jan said, raising his eyebrows. “If I didn’t know better, I would be offended.”
Morgan looked around at the department. A couple of people were left, but they were in their offices. He put his hand under Jan’s chin and tilted his head up, kissing him softly and briefly on the mouth. “I’ve wanted to do that all day. And you’re irresistible when you’re mad.”
Jan’s smile turned into a grin and his eyes shone. “If I get even angrier, can we finish this in the bathroom?”
“Isn’t that a cliché?” Morgan replied, biting his lower lip.
“For good reason,” Jan said, moving so close to him that his hard body was pressed up to his own. Jan wasn’t doing anything, he was just standing there, his body so close to Morgan’s that Morgan yearned to feel it without the restriction of clothes, see the lines on his stomach, the way that sweat glistened between his pecs when they were having sex. Jan planted a soft kiss in the crook of his neck. “Come on.”
“I don’t know,” Morgan replied. “I have a deadline and—”
“We don’t have to take long,” Jan said. “Like I said, it’s a cliché for a reason. And seeing you work, it drives me crazy. I feel like a teenager when I’m around you, like even the slightest thing is going to make me hard when I’m around you. Like the way your voice sounds when you speak, or the way you talk to your coworkers about things like algorithms, or the way that your ass looks in those pants.”
“That does seem like a lot,” Morgan replied, his voice thick with desire. He understood exactly what Jan was talking about. That was exactly the way he felt, especially since Jan was so close to him that he could feel how hard he was even through the thick wall of the fabric of their clothes. “God, what am I going to do with you? You’re so tempting.”
“I suppose that you’re going to fuck me,” Jan replied, his voice just a little too loud, just enough to make Morgan blush. “In a bathroom stall.”
Morgan groaned. “Fine,” he said. “Go. Get yourself ready for me, I’ll walk in in a few minutes. I don’t want us both to walk in together at the same time. I think a few people know we’re dating.”
“There’s nobody else here, Morgan,” Jan said quietly.
Morgan smirked. “Isn’t part of your job being careful?”
“Fine,” Jan replied. “I’ll wait for you. Should I start getting myself ready?”
Morgan bit his lower lip. His breath already was quickening and he was already thinking about what it would be like to feel the warmth and softness inside of Jan. “Yes.”
“Whatever you say,” Jan said, winking at him. When he began to walk away, he whipped his head back and bit his lower lip, looking down at Morgan’s crotch. Morgan had to do everything he could not to moan. He waited until Jan was out of view, turned back toward the counter and tried to finish his coffee, though his hands were trembling and he could barely get the mug on his lips.
***
When Morgan had kissed Jan, all that Jan had wanted had been to kiss him back. The way he smelled was so irresistible, it was like a drug. There was nothing that Jan could do to stop himself. The idea of having sex with Morgan in his office, when he had been lusting after him all day—or more accurately, since the moment he had seen Morgan—was driving him crazy. He still couldn’t believe his luck and, every now and then, when he thought about it, it seemed as though he was thinking about someone else’s life.
He had never wanted to go to a bathroom for a fuck as much as he did right then. Strangely enough, it felt as though there was something oddly romantic about it. The idea that Morgan wanted to have sex with him everywhere, even at his place of work, made him incredibly horny. It didn’t just make him incredibly horny, it made him feel like he was extremely hot. The way Morgan looked at him, the way his eyes shone whenever he set his gaze on Jan, the way that he seemed to want him wherever and whenever he went, it all fueled his desire even more. He was sure that the way he looked at Morgan was similar, mostly because Morgan was out of his league.
He walked into the bathroom and then into one of the stalls. It was small and narrow. For a second, Jan wondered how they were going to do anything in there, logistically speaking, and then he stopped. Morgan would find a way, he always found a way. He undid the buttons on his pants, and moved them down his legs. Then he stuck two fingers in his mouth and licked them until they were slick with saliva. He hadn’t fingered himself in a long time. It was something he had done a lot more when he was younger, moving on to new and different things—mostly toys—as he had grown into adulthood. He leaned forward and entered himself with his finger, pressing his head up against the stall door. It was cold and hard against the skin on his face. His breathing was so ragged and loud he was sure anyone outside could hear him, which meant that Morgan would be able to hear him when he came in. Jan was trying to be discreet, but as he fucked himself slowly with his finger preparing himself so Morgan could walk in and fuck him, it was difficult to remember that he was supposed to stay relatively quiet. When he heard someone walk into the bathroom, he immediately held his breath, though he continued to slide his fingers in and out, stimulating himself ever-so-slightly, just enough to keep himself ready for Morgan.
He waited until he heard whoever had just come in approach his stall. Morgan was loud, his voice clear when he spoke. “Jan.”
Jan unlatched the stall and opened it slightly. His gaze caught Morgan’s and they smiled at each other for what couldn’t have been more than a few seconds, but felt like forever. Morgan went into the stall with him, closing it behind them so hard that the door slammed against its hinges. Jan laughed and latched it closed.
“You’re excited,” he said quietly.
“These pants are strangling my cock,” Morgan replied. “Because the more I think about you, the more I want to fuck you.”
“I want you to fuck me, too,” Jan said between sharp breaths. “I want you to fuck me so much.”
Morgan groaned. “Do you think you can power-bottom me?”
“Yes,” Jan replied. “Sit down.”
“Are you ready, though?” Morgan said quietly into Jan’s ear as he sat on the toilet. It made the hair on the back of his neck stand up.
“Yes,” Jan replied, pressing his bare ass into Morgan’s crotch. Morgan was already busying himself by undoing his button and zipper, sliding his pants down his legs. He was still wearing boxers, but Jan already was grinding his wanting ass against Morgan’s thick uncut cock. Morgan grabbed a handful of his hair, pulling his head back slightly and making Jan moan.
“You’re cool with me not using a condom?” Morgan asked into Jan’s ear again. “I’m clean, but…”
Jan groaned. “Yes,” he said. He realized this was a big step, and any other time, he would have wanted to talk about it. Right then, he was too overcome with desire, he wanted Morgan too much. “I want you. I need you inside of me.”
“Right now,” Morgan replied between his sharp breaths.
“Yeah,” Jan replied. “Yeah, right now.”
“Okay,” Morgan said. He grabbed the waistband of his boxers and slid them down his legs. “Sit on me, babe.”
Jan moaned and did as he was told. Jan lowered himself down on Morgan’s cock, slowly at first, letting himself feel Morgan filling him in. He groaned and moaned as he slid up and down Morgan’s thick erection, sending a wave of pleasure through his body every time Morgan used his hips to thrust into him. Morgan moved his arm around Jan’s body and held on to his hardened cock. He started to stroke his cock, moving his hand up and down as he thrust his hips inside Jan. He still was holding on to Jan’s hair.
“Oh my God,” Jan said, his eyes closed as he felt tiny explosions all over his body. “Oh my God, Morgan, I’m going to cum.”
Morgan groaned, his vo
ice deep and masculine, and his legs started to shake under Jan as he started to orgasm, too, his hand moving up and down on Jan’s dick. All of Jan was spasming, and the fact that Morgan was emptying himself inside of him made this even better somehow. Every part of his body felt like it was shaking as he furiously came all over their legs, the door of the stall, the floor.
Once Morgan seemed to be done, Jan was spent and sitting like a rag doll on Morgan’s knees. He leaned back and Morgan nuzzled into his back, his arms wrapped around Jan’s waist.
“This is the hottest sex I’ve ever had in a public bathroom,” he said quietly.
Jan chuckled quietly. Now soft, he stood up. Morgan groaned, now soft also. Jan turned to look at him and leaned down, kissing him deeply on the mouth. His lips were soft and warm and Jan loved the way that Morgan tasted. If he hadn’t just cum, if it hadn’t been an impressive amount, he would have been hard again, ready to go once more. He wanted to be inside of Morgan, too, but it would have to wait.
“We should head back to work,” Jan said, his voice a whisper.
“We should,” Morgan replied. “Let’s clean up this mess first.”
Jan chuckled, just as quietly as he had spoken. “Do we have to?”
“You’ll get to see me on all fours,” Morgan replied. “Just bring me loads of paper towels.”
“Okay,” Jan said, biting his lower lip. “I’m not going to complain about your ass in those pants. Certainly not when you’re on your hands and knees.”
“Your wish is my command, babe,” Morgan replied. Then he stood, gave Jan a quick kiss on the mouth and unlatched the door.
Chapter Thirty-Four
It was late when they finally got out of the bathroom. Sure, the actual fucking had been quick, and Jan had been more than willing and ready to take Morgan’s impressive cock, but it made more sense to have sex in the bathroom of a club instead of one at the office, since at least they didn’t know the janitors there. It would be extremely awkward if the nice people who cleaned the bathrooms at their place of work suddenly found the stalls splattered with jizz. So, Morgan and Jan both endeavored to clean the bathroom as much as they could. By the time they were done, Morgan thought the bathroom was cleaner than it ever had been before. Jan mentioned that now they definitely would not get in trouble and they both had burst into a fit of giggles that seemed more inappropriate than the sex. When Morgan thought about it, he still found it weird and hard to believe. Only a month or two earlier, everything had felt so wrong and out of place. Now it felt like it made perfect sense, like this was the way everything should be.
“So,” Jan finally said as they were washing their hands, scrubbing their skin with the vanilla-scented liquid soap that Morgan couldn’t stand. It suddenly smelled good, though, everything smelled better than it normally did just because he was next to Jan. “Should we get started on actual work now?”
“Ugh,” Morgan replied, smiling at him. “Since when does having a boyfriend mean you also have to take on a second job?”
Jan smiled back at him. “I thought you preferred the term partner.”
“Not if it comes with an entirely new job,” Morgan said quietly. “So, yes, I guess we should get to it.”
“To be honest, I quite like working with you,” Jan replied. “If it’s going to keep being like this, maybe you should start keeping lube in your desk.”
“Why do I have to keep lube in my desk? Aren’t you the intern?”
“Are we turning this into a sex thing?” Jan replied, his smile turning into a wide grin. “Because, just so you know, if we’re turning this into a sex thing I’m all for it, but I need to know if I need to bring any supplies. Oh, speaking of that, is there a supply closet? Are we going to…”
“No,” Morgan said, raising his eyebrows and splashing Jan with a bit of water. “God, you are so horny. We just had sex.”
Jan smiled. “It’s the pants,” he said. “You can’t wear these around me. Otherwise I’m going to lose my mind.”
Morgan shook his head, rolling his eyes and smiling despite himself. “I feel like you would say that about any of my outfits,” he said.
“Well,” Jan replied, slapping him hard on the ass and taking him by surprise. “It’s not my fault that you’re so fucking sexy.”
Morgan turned to him, biting his lower lip. “I feel like you’re gunning for round two.”
“Yeah, of course I’m gunning for round two,” Jan said, his hand still on Morgan’s ass. Jan’s touch was making Morgan even hornier and his dick was starting to harden again.
“We just cleaned the bathroom,” Morgan said. “I can—we can use my mouth.”
Jan groaned. “As tempting as that sounds,” he replied. “My brother is still staying with me. I don’t mind hanging out here late, especially because I get to hang out with you, but he’s still mad at me and I kind of want to smooth things over before the weekend rolls around.”
Morgan nodded. “Is there anything I can do to help you with that?”
“Unless you can convince him that I’m not a selfish self-martyring dickhead, I doubt it,” Jan replied. “I don’t know. I guess I can see what he’s talking about, but he’s still my little brother. I mean, he’s a kid.”
Morgan cocked his head, watching Jan as he turned around and climbed on the long marble sink, his legs dangling over the edge as he sat down. “I mean,” Morgan replied, trying to hold back a smile. “There’s something boyish about you.”
“You dirty, dirty bastard,” Jan replied, furrowing his brow and opening his mouth.
“Oh my God, that’s not what I meant,” he said, his eyes widening. “Just look at you. Even the way you’re sitting, the way you carry yourself, there’s something that makes you both act and seem kind of young.”
Jan set his gaze on Morgan, his expression inscrutable. Maybe he was a little hurt, or maybe he was just curious. Morgan couldn’t tell. Jan’s legs were still swinging back and forth and his head was cocked. There was a hint of a smile playing upon his lips, too.
“It makes sense,” Morgan continued when he didn’t say anything. “I mean, with your—with everything that happened, it made sense that you both have each other. And that you had to grow up fast. But it’s nice to see that you haven’t lost your sense of wonderment. And that’s amazing! But it probably means that you both see each other as younger than you are.”
“That’s—you think so?”
“I mean,” Morgan replied, going over to where the paper towels were. He took out a wad and handed several to Jan. “I’m not saying it’s necessarily the case. It just seems to me like you’re both so used to looking after each other that it’s hard for you to see each other as anything other than children.”
Jan looked up. “I guess. Honestly, I kind of thought I’d be a parental figure for Riley more than anything else.”
“Well, I think you were,” Morgan said. “Up to now. Like, now that he’s a grown-up, I’m sure he realizes the same thing about you. That you were basically a kid who lost his father when he was young and then he had to step up to the plate when his mom was ill.”
Jan nodded and sighed deeply, his chest moving up as he did so and his legs stilling. “I think he feels guilty about it,” he replied. “Which adds to how upset he is because of me not living my life. But he shouldn’t feel guilty because it wasn’t as though any of us planned for any of what happened to happen. I just did what I needed to do.”
“What do you mean he’s upset with you for not living your life?”
Jan rolled his eyes. “It’s stupid,” he said. “We’ll talk about it later, okay? I really do have to get home. And I need to get the information that you said you’d give me. I need to type up a report for my boss every week and, honestly, so far all I’ve managed to tell her is that Elements sells excellent chocolate-based desserts.”
“That’s true,” Morgan replied.
“And I’ve also told her about you,” Jan said a little quietly. “Which is one of the
reasons I was so worried about…”
“What have you told her about me?” Morgan replied. His heart was beating fast in his chest, but he liked to think that he was more curious than anything else. Still, the fact that Jan had been sending someone else information about him, it kind of unsettled him. It made him feel a little strange that someone, especially when that someone was his very own partner, had been writing reports on him. But he hadn’t been his partner then, and Jan only had been trying to do his job. Morgan couldn’t blame him for that.
Jan still seemed to feel guilty, though, wringing his hands together as he looked down at them. “Well,” he said. “I just told her that you were a potential way for me to get in. I mean, I was…”
“It’s okay,” Morgan replied, licking his lips. “Actually, no. I don’t know. I can’t really fault you for wanting to take care of your sick mom, can I?”
“For what it’s worth,” Jan said. “I really, really wanted to tell you. When we first started going out together, then when we slept together for the first time and—yeah. I’m sorry it took me so long. I was really close to not taking the internship but I need the money.”
“I get it,” Morgan said, grabbing Jan’s hands and squeezing them lightly. “Seriously, I get that part, I do. But if you worked at your main job, wouldn’t you earn just as much? After you have the information that you need, can’t you start looking for work as an economist here? I mean, don’t get me wrong, I’m not going to pretend I have any idea of what you actually do. It just seems like being here is wasting your talent.”
Jan scoffed. “You don’t actually know if I’m any good at my job, Morgan.”
“I know you’re here,” he said. “For a reason. I know you have to earn a lot of money to be able to give your mom the standard of living that you want for her. I know you’re amazing and responsible and I…”
“God, shut up,” Jan said, kissing Morgan softly on the mouth and stopping him from talking. He broke off the sweet, deep kiss after a minute. “You’re just too sweet to me. I don’t deserve you.”