by Trina Lane
“Yeah. I have all-wheel-drive so I’m good. You know what I’d really like to do tonight?”
“What’s that?”
“I’d like to turn out all the lights in my apartment and fuck you in a nest of blankets as the snow falls outside the windows.” He smiled as he heard a little moan on the other end of the line.
“Damn it, Ryan, there goes my cock again. I’m going to get busted one of these times. As good as that sounds, it would be impossible tonight. I’ll be here late going over the Yeung file. I’ll be lucky if I’m heading home before nine o’clock.”
“What are you going to do about dinner?”
Ethan chuckled, “That’s what vending machines are for.”
“No way. I’m not going to let you eat that crap when I can bring you something nice and hot. What do you want?”
“Ryan, you don’t need to bring me supper. I’m used to snacking on the go and at late hours.”
He knew he didn’t have to, but he wanted to see Ethan again. If his scenario wasn’t going to work out then he would go to Ethan. “Please, let me do this for you. If you’re working on my case anyway, I can answer any questions that pop up.” That sounded professional and not too lonely and desperate to feel Ethan in his arms again.
They talked for a few more minutes after he’d convinced Ethan to let him bring dinner. There was no way he was going to let his man eat dinner out of a vending machine if he could help it.
Wait. His man? Was Ethan his man? They hadn’t made any promises to each other, but it felt like there had been something special between them the other night. It hadn’t only been another night of casual sex. But he would have to play this out and see how things progressed before he let his heart get tangled in the relationship.
* * * *
Ethan hung up the phone and stared at it for a minute. Ryan was actually going to bring him dinner. Ethan had never had a boyfriend do that before. Most of the men he’d dated had gotten fed up with the hours he worked and had ended up telling him off when he’d said he once again had to work late. That had happened more often than not during the years he’d spent in a corporate law firm before moving to the U.S. Attorney’s Office.
Back then it had been normal for him to put in seventy to eighty hours a week. The hours were a bitch, but the money had been good. It had allowed him to pay off his student loans and put aside a nice savings. Now he still worked long hours, but it wasn’t quite as insane. Of course, for all he knew, Ryan might get fed up quickly as well. Ethan had better not expect too much, but he would certainly enjoy Ryan’s attentions while he had them.
Ethan called down to the security desk and informed the night guard that Ryan would be arriving in a few hours. The guard had recently made the change from first shift so he knew Ryan on sight and said he’d let the man in with no trouble. The anticipation of time with Ryan and a hot meal kick-started his motivation, and he opened the next deposition to review. Breaking out a highlighter, he scanned for the information he needed.
Several hours later, he heard a knock at his door. He looked up and saw Ryan with a grin on his face and holding a large bag with heavenly smells wafting from the top. Ethan removed his wire-framed reading glasses and went to greet him. Ryan waited in the open door to Ethan’s office, and when Ethan reached him, their heads tilted towards each other and their lips met. The kiss started out soft and welcoming then heated until they each had their arms wrapped around the other and their bodies pressed tight.
The bag of food ended up on the floor when Ryan speared one hand through Ethan’s hair and the other grabbed his ass. It was a good thing he was the only person left in the office. The rest of the attorneys and staff had scurried home when the snow had begun to pile up.
Ethan tilted his hips so their cocks could grind against each other, and he captured Ryan’s groan in his mouth. Their tongues duelled back and forth. Ryan tasted of coffee and peppermint. It felt so damn good to hold him again. It had only been two days since they’d seen each other, but he’d missed the feeling of the larger man’s muscles pressed against him, missed absorbing the heat from his skin.
Their lips separated, and Ryan’s traced a path across Ethan’s cheek and down his neck, until he reached the collar of his dress shirt. Ethan tilted his head to give better access. Ryan loosened Ethan’s tie and undid the top buttons of his shirt. The material separated, and Ryan latched on to the tender skin at the base of Ethan’s throat. Ethan moaned as the suction drew the blood close to the surface. He knew there’d be a mark there later, but didn’t care.
When Ryan finally let go, Ethan rested his head on the wide shoulders of his lover. His arms were around Ryan’s lean waist, and he closed his eyes for a few seconds savouring the closeness. Ryan’s arms rubbed up and down his back as they stood there in the frame of Ethan’s office door.
Ethan stepped back and almost tripped over the bag of takeout but was caught then pulled back into the large body in front of him before he hit the floor.
“Sorry, I dropped it. It was more important to hold you than hold the bag of food.”
“That’s okay. If tripping means I get to feel you against me, I’ll have to look for more things to fall over. I think I might have dropped a pen on the other side of my desk, want to try it over there?”
Ryan laughed and caressed Ethan’s cheekbones before giving him another quick kiss. “I can think of several things I’d like to do behind your desk. For instance, bending you over and rimming your ass before I shove my cock deep inside you, or how about having you sit in that big executive chair with me on my knees blowing you within an inch of your life.”
“Oh God, I’ll never look at my office the same way again. I’ll constantly fantasise about you doing just that.”
“How about we give you memories instead of fantasies?”
Ryan stepped into the office, closed the door and turned the lock. Ethan was already behind the desk, unbuttoning his pants. Ryan watched as the belt came undone and the zipper was lowered on the black dress slacks. Ethan pushed them and his briefs over his hips, exposing his long cock. Ryan’s mouth watered remembering the taste of Ethan’s flesh and pre-cum from the other night. Ethan sat in his chair and started stroking his cock. Ryan’s eyes were glued to the vision, watching the movements of Ethan’s hand.
His feet finally moved, and he found himself in front of the chair. Ethan was slouched down with the tails of the light blue dress shirt framing the hard glistening erection. Ryan’s cock was like stone and pressing against his pants. He undid his belt, button and zipper then knelt between Ethan’s legs. He slapped Ethan’s hand away.
“Mine,” he said, making a fist around the hot, thick column of flesh. He slid his tongue up the length from base to tip.
“Oh fuck.” Ethan tilted his head back against the chair and clenched the padded leather armrests.
Ryan kept licking around Ethan’s balls then up and down the turgid stalk but did not touch the head. Little whimpers and cries greeted his ears. Ethan’s hips lifted trying to direct him where to go.
“Please, Ry… Please, suck me.”
His lips opened, and he captured the crown. Suckling on the wet tip, he swirled his tongue around the rim and flicked it across the fraenulum. The flavour of Ethan’s skin and pre-cum exploded across his taste buds. He opened wide and swallowed Ethan’s cock all the way to the base, making sure to squeeze with his throat muscles when he reached as far as he could go.
“Oh shit… More…more. Do it again.”
Ryan sucked up to the crown then slid down the length over and over. Ethan panted, and Ryan held his hips still so they wouldn’t jerk, forcing the cock he sucked to move too deep or quickly into his throat.
“Gonna come, Ry.”
Ryan pulled down on Ethan’s balls and squeezed the base of his cock. “Not yet. I want you to come when I’m buried deep inside you.”
He pulled Ethan out of the chair and bent him over the desk. “Hope none of those papers are important, baby, because I’
m going to make you shoot so hard.”
Ethan pushed up on the desk and swiped the files aside. “There, the desk has been cum proofed.”
Ryan pressed on Ethan’s back to flatten him once again against the surface. He sat in Ethan’s chair. His hands separated the round ass cheeks in front of him, and he groaned at the sight of the winking, puckered hole waiting for him. He ran his tongue up and down the trench and circled the rosette until the muscle relaxed so he could slip his tongue inside. The musky taste of man was ambrosia. He stiffened his tongue and speared as deep as possible into the tight opening.
Ethan cried out when Ryan’s tongue entered him. He only been rimmed a handful of times, and this was by far the best ever. The feel of Ryan’s slick, soft tongue circling and licking inside his ass was incredible. It made him want to beg, made him crave something harder and longer pushing deep inside him. He wanted, no needed, Ryan’s cock. Needed to feel the stretch and burn as Ryan buried himself deep. Needed the overwhelming pleasure of Ryan thrusting in and out, pegging his prostate and send him flying.
“Fuck me, Ry. Now”
He sensed Ryan standing and heard the rip of a foil packet. Seconds later, the tip of a lubricated condom pressed against him, demanding entry. The crown of Ryan’s cock entered and paused.
Ryan’s hands grasped his hips as he pushed slowly forward. Ethan got impatient to feel the long cock buried inside him and pushed back until their pelvises pressed together.
“Oh fuck, babe. You feel amazing. So hot. So tight.”
“Fuck me, Ryan. I need it hard. I won’t break, I promise.”
Ryan pulled back and slammed forward as fast as he could. He swore spots danced behind his eyelids the pleasure of being inside Ethan was so great. In and out, he drove his hips. His grunts and Ethan’s cries of ecstasy filled the office space. Sweat bloomed on his forehead, and he leaned over Ethan’s back. The shift caused him to make direct contact with Ethan’s gland. He stayed at that angle, nailing the spot over and over.
He kept up the brutal pace, giving Ethan the fucking he’d demanded. His cock was as hard as it had ever been. He knew he wouldn’t be able to hold on much longer. Ethan was trapped against the desk, his cock dragging across the surface with each surge of Ryan’s hips. It must have been enough stimulation because Ryan felt the muscles in his lover’s ass constrict around him, and Ethan’s entire body tensed as he yelled out his climax.
Taking that as a signal to let go, Ryan slammed forward several more times and let his orgasm roll through him. His hips kept up the pace involuntarily as his mind shut down and endorphins flooded his system. His cum filled the condom so hard he worried about it holding. When he came to, he was collapsed over Ethan’s back, panting like he’d just run a marathon. He placed little kisses down the elegant spine, and the lean body beneath him shivered.
He pulled out and removed the condom, wrapping it in tissue from the desk for removal. He straightened his pants then bent over to pull up Ethan slacks. Ethan was still bent over the desk, and his eyes were closed.
Concern speared through Ryan. “Are you okay, baby?”
“Yeah, I’m good.” Ethan lifted his head and pushed against the surface to raise his body. “Jesus, Ry, that was amazing. I don’t think I’ve ever come that hard.”
He took several tissues out of the holder and wiped up his mess. He was glad to see that it didn’t leave a stain on the dark wood.
He put his clothes back to rights and sat on Ryan’s lap in the office chair. His head rested on Ryan’s shoulder, and Ryan’s arm wrapped around his waist. After luxuriating in the glow of another round of amazing sex, he looked into Ryan’s eyes and touched their lips together softly.
“This was the best dinner meeting I’ve ever had, thank you,” he said.
“It was my pleasure. How about we actually eat?”
Chapter Five
They carried their now cooled meals down the hall to the small kitchenette. Thick carpet silenced their footsteps. The bright white walls were sporadically broken up by framed photos of U.S. cities, presidents and capitol buildings. The security lights provided enough illumination to make the long hall just this side of dark.
Once they’d warmed their meals in the microwave in the coffee room, they carried them into the conference room where a long table sat surrounded by chairs. They left the overhead lights off to enjoy the view of downtown and the harbour through the large windows. There was enough light from the table lamp on the credenza along the far wall for them to see.
“How’s your grilled chicken?” Ryan asked.
Ethan wiped his mouth with his napkin and smiled. “It’s delicious, thank you. I didn’t realise how hungry I was until I took the first bite. This is so much better than a pack of Cheez-its and Zingers from the vending machine.”
“See, I told you. If you know you’re going to be staying late, call me, and I’ll bring you something.”
He dragged Ethan’s chair closer and gave him a soft kiss. Their lips lingered for a few brief moments. His tongue gave a little lick as they separated. He tasted the lemon and basil from chicken on Ethan’s lower lip.
“I don’t like the idea of you eating poorly and being here all alone when I can easily meet you after leaving the office. I know you have a lot of work to do, and I don’t want to distract you, but you should be allowed to have a dinner break.”
“It’s not that I can’t; it’s more like I’ve never had a reason to. One of the reasons none of my relationships have ever lasted is because I work long hours and anyone I was dating at the time was very resentful of that. In their defence though, I never put much effort into making the time to spend with them.” He shrugged his shoulders and focused his gaze on Ryan’s blue-grey eyes. “I never wanted to make the time.”
Ryan swallowed his bite of burger. The piece felt like a concrete brick moving down his throat. He took a drink of his water to alleviate the blockage. This was a big moment in their tenuous relationship; he knew it. “And with me?”
“I’m here, aren’t I?”
He stood and pushed Ethan’s chair back from the table. The other man had a startled look on his face but then smiled. Ryan lifted the leaner man up and sat him on his lap. He’d never been one for lap cuddling, but somehow, it felt right holding Ethan this way, luxuriating in the closeness and comfort of their bodies pressed together in tenderness rather than passion. He lifted a fry from Ethan’s plate and fed it to him.
“This feels silly. I’m a grown man and have been feeding myself for thirty years…”
Ryan stiffened, maybe Ethan didn’t like this. Ryan didn’t want to upset him. Things had been going so well up to this point. He moved to return them to their original positions but was stopped when a hand pressed against his chest.
“But I like it. I’ve never sat on anyone’s lap before, at least, not as an adult.” Ethan scooted around until he sat more comfortably on Ryan’s thighs. “You’re not much bigger than I am. Are you sure I’m not crushing you?”
“You’re nearly as tall as me, but I have a good fifty or sixty pounds on you—”
“Yes, and they’re all muscle,” Ethan said, squeezing the large biceps of the arm and continuing to feed him little nibbles.
“Believe me, you’re not too heavy. You feel perfect in my arms. Your hip snuggled up against my cock is making me hard again, especially with the way you keep squirming.”
Ryan punctuated the statement with a small thrust of his hips. Ethan’s weight holding him down in the chair was perfection. The clean masculine scent of Ethan’s aftershave wreaked havoc with his senses. He wanted to burrow into the soft skin of Ethan’s neck.
The colourful lights of downtown twinkled through the fat snowflakes floating past the streetlights outside the large windows, and there was a quiet intimate atmosphere from the otherwise unoccupied office. Holding the smaller man in his arms at the end of his long day felt right. More than any previous dalliance. They’re relationship was still so new but alre
ady more fulfilling than any he’d previously experienced, certainly more than the casual backroom hook-ups of his youth.
Their lips touched as they shared little kisses between bites of food. Ethan’s mouth was the perfect combination of softness and masculinity. They fit together like two pieces of a puzzle.
They finished their meal, and Ryan anticipated that Ethan was about to tell him he needed to get back to work, but instead he scooted around on Ryan’s lap again making him groan. Thick soft strands of Ethan’s hair kissed Ryan’s neck when Ethan laid his head down on Ryan’s shoulder with a sigh. He lazily rubbed up and down Ethan’s back and felt the tension of the day leave his body. Ryan leaned his head back against the tall chair and closed his eyes, letting himself drift in the haze between napping and consciousness.
Sometime later, he became aware of the fact that his human blanket was missing, and he stirred. His eyes blinked open slowly then he rubbed them, trying to generate moisture in the dryness he always felt when falling asleep with his contacts in. When he was able to focus again, he saw Ethan sitting in the chair next to him. Adorable wire-framed glasses perched on his face as he was obviously engrossed in reading some document.
“Hey.”
“Hey. Good nap?” Ethan smiled.
“Yeah. Didn’t realise I needed one.” He felt bad for crashing out in the middle of their dinner date, but Ethan didn’t seem too put off. Still he should apologise. “I’m sorry about that. I guess it was the full belly, quiet space and the warmth of you in my lap that put me under.”
“No worries.” Ethan stood and took the few steps that separated their chairs. He leant down to place a soft kiss on Ryan’s lips then relaxed back against the conference table. “I checked out for a little while, too. You make a fabulous pillow by the way. Unfortunately, I have to finish going over these documents tonight. My boss wants an update on the case tomorrow.”
Ryan’s brain was now officially awake, and he glanced over at the papers scattered all over the large table. He spied multiple coloured highlighters littering the surface. “Do you need any help?”