by Hunter Frost
“Oh, you brought him back,” Devin said, looking up from his drink and conversation.
“To apologize,” I replied. “Listen, I’m really sorry for my behavior. It was uncalled for and I should have handled myself better. Can we just forget it happened?”
Devin studied me for a moment, then looked toward Ellison who gave him a nod.
“Sure. No hard feelings.” Devin offered his hand to me, and I took it.
“I’ll buy you a drink,” I offered.
“Now you’re talking. How about a gin fizz, heavy on the fizz? And maybe you could get something for Ellison and Jorge here?”
“Alejandro and I aren’t staying, actually,” Ellison said.
“You’re not?” Both Jorge and Devin said at the same time.
Ellison nodded. “I have a crush on my boss.”
I wrapped my arm around his shoulders. “And I’m falling for the IT Director.” I kissed his temple and Jorge inhaled with a hand to his mouth.
“Really, mija?” Jorge asked, with a smile.
“Really,” I said.
Ellison pulled me into him.
“I’m sorry it’s not going to work out, Devin. But thank you for coming out with me tonight.”
Devin took a breath. “I can’t say I’m not disappointed. But . . .” He looked at Jorge. “I’ve been enjoying my time sitting here with my new friend. You mind staying out with me, Jorge?”
“I’d love to.” Jorge patted Devin’s bicep and gasped again when he flexed it. He smiled and winked at me.
I chuckled. “He’s a handful, Devin. Watch out.”
Devin laughed. “I can’t wait!”
We all laughed.
“See you guys later,” I said, my arm around Ellison.
“Merry Christmas!” Jorge called. Devin cheered, and we followed suit as we headed out.
“I can’t wait to get home and worship your sexy feet,” Ellison purred in my ear.
“Mi amor, you say the sweetest things.”
Best Christmas gift ever.
Epilogue
Ellison
“Dios mio, you are gorgeous,” said a deep, rough voice from the dark doorway of my office.
I looked up from the glow of my monitor to see Alejandro strolling toward me, like an animal stalking its prey. It had been over a month, and he still looked at me as if I was the sexiest thing he’d ever seen. I had to pinch myself sometimes in disbelief.
After the night of the Christmas party, we’d spent nearly every day together. At the office we tried to keep our budding relationship a secret. And we did, for the most part. When we knew we were alone, all of that went out the door. After work we’d either be at my place or his, with an occasional date on the outskirts of town to avoid running into anyone we knew. It seemed to have worked so far, but it was tough not being able to shout to the entire world that Alejandro was mine.
He was actively looking for a job elsewhere, hungry for a new challenge, so I was hopeful our time would come soon.
We told my family, and I made Naomi promise not to say anything to anyone. She swore she wouldn’t as long as Alejandro promised never to hurt me. She vowed to kill him if he did. As I figured she would.
I glanced at the time on the screen as he neared my desk. “Crap, if we don’t leave now we’re going to be late.” We had a reservation at a Thai place we’d found one Sunday afternoon. I hurriedly gathered up some of the papers on my desk and shoved them in my bag.
But when I stood, he grabbed my bag and tossed it aside.
“What are you—”
His mouth was on mine in an instant, his body pressed tight against me.
I moaned and wrapped my body around his, unable to resist when he kissed me with such passion and need. His tongue explored my mouth like he hadn’t done it thousands of times before. And his hard cock near my hip already had me trembling. He knew exactly how to wind me up.
He groaned as he pulled away and stared into my eyes.
“You’re beautiful, cariño,” he whispered, and I swear I fell for him all over again.
I slid back down into my chair and looked up at him. “I want you. Now.”
“El . . .” He sighed, running a hand through my hair.
“Is anyone still here?” I asked, undoing his belt and pants.
“They all left an hour ago. But what about our reservations?” he asked.
“We can be a few minutes late.” I dropped his pants and boxer briefs around his ankles.
“Who are you and what have you done with Ellison?” He chuckled.
“I’ve finally got my priorities straight,” I said and leaned in to place a kiss on his ball sack.
He inhaled sharply. “Fuck . . .”
I licked up his shaft and ran my lips and tongue over his swollen tip.
He moaned. “Mi amor, we won’t be late with that talented mouth of yours. I’m already close.”
I grinned around his cock, sighing internally at his praise. Then I began working him over with hollowed cheeks, bobbing and sucking.
“Holy hell, Ellison.” His hand fisted in my hair and he panted.
I squeezed his tight ass as he pumped his hips with each movement.
“Christ, El. So close . . .”
I moaned and cupped his balls.
“Fuck yes, play with them. I’m going to come.”
His legs trembled, and I anticipated the explosion.
“Yesss . . . ,” he said, his entire body shuddering. “I’m coming. I’m coming.”
I continued to suck and hold onto him as he shook and jerked, doing his best not to crush my head and face in his grip.
I swallowed his come as he relaxed, babbling in Spanish. One day I’d learn it so I’d know what he’s saying. But for now, I’d revel in knowing I could make Alejandro Rios come hard enough to forget where he was for a moment.
“El,” he whispered, as I put him back together again, adjusting his clothes and fastening his belt.
He put a finger under my chin to raise it. He didn’t have to say a word; I could feel the power in those steel gray eyes.
“I wanted to tell you tonight after I’d made you come with my feet, but . . . I don’t think I can wait.” He pulled me up to stand and tucked his arms around my waist.
I gazed at him, confused. Was this it? Did he want to break up? Could he finally be sick of me? I bit my lip, my heart racing with fear.
“I love you, Ellison.”
I blinked. Did he just say he loved me? Alejandro . . . the ultimate playboy.
His brow furrowed. “I mean, it’s fine if you don’t feel the same way. I just couldn’t hold it in anymore.”
A tear slipped down my cheek, catching on the rim of my glasses. Alejandro was in love with me. Me!
He lifted my glasses and wiped the tear away with his thumb, searching my eyes. “Cariño, you’re scaring me.”
“Alejandro, I told you I fell in love with you that first night at your apartment. And my love only grows stronger every day. You’re the man of my dreams.”
The smile he gave me could have lit up the entire night sky.
“I am completely and hopelessly in love with you,” I said, pressing a kiss to his lips.
He kissed me back and lifted me in his arms. “I’m so lucky.”
Then it was my turn to smile. “Why don’t we argue over who’s the luckiest as we eat our curry at the restaurant?”
“Yep, you’re a keeper,” he said, letting me go so we could put on our coats and grab our bags.
There was a definite spring in my step as we walked out of my office. And Alejandro wore a permanent grin.
“Oh! I forgot to tell you,” Al said, as we got in the elevator. “Charlie got me an interview at Axion.”
Before the doors had closed I’d tackled him in excitement.
One Year Later
“Champagne, mi amor?”
I took the glass from Alejandro with a nod. “Thank you.”
I gazed at his pearly
white smile, still in disbelief that I managed to snag this beautiful man. While it wasn’t always easy, the last year had been the best of my life.
Naomi, Henry, and Steph stood near as we chatted with Parker, Morgan, and Charlie.
“You’d think this was Axion’s Christmas Party,” Trent said as he came up to us.
“You started it, T,” Charlie said, putting an arm around him. “When we got together, I knew I’d have to leave NetSmash despite just starting.”
Trent shook his head. “I feel awful about that.”
“No, you don’t,” he said, giving Trent a squeeze.
“Okay, not totally awful. But technically, Morgan started the whole migration of half my staff to Axion. I owe my current happiness to him, though, for if he hadn’t been so quick to take Bill’s offer, Charlie wouldn’t have had a company that I trusted would use his talents to their best advantage and treat him well.”
“Is that an actual thank you, Trent?” Morgan groused, his accent thick. He swirled his wine. “I can’t believe my ears.”
“You do lose your hearing with age,” Parker teased.
Morgan’s eyes flashed. “You watch it, or you won’t get your special Christmas gift tonight.”
“Oh god, I don’t want to know,” Steph chimed in. “It’s already TMI when it comes to your guys’ sex life. Parker doesn’t know how to shut-up.”
“Parker!” Morgan said through his teeth.
“What? Sometimes we have long days and I’m cooped up in meetings with Steph. I never realized most of Dylan’s former job was bouncing from meeting to meeting. It’s exhausting.”
Parker had been promoted to VP of Brand Management when Alejandro left NetSmash.
“What a surprise, Parker’s complaining. Must be all that time spent with the Grouch himself,” Alejandro said, gesturing toward Morgan.
Trent laughed. “Ahh, Dylan. The Axion rookie.”
“It’s already been nine months, Trent,” Al said.
“That long already. It seems like just yesterday.”
“Nine dreadful months,” Morgan deadpanned.
Alejandro blew Morgan a kiss. “You know you love me, hermano.”
Morgan looked utterly horrified.
Suddenly, there was some commotion by the entrance of the building, and Trent’s friends Nate and Krissy hustled over. “Did we miss it? The sitter was late and I couldn’t find my keys,” Krissy explained.
“And the baby spit up on her dress,” Nate offered. “She had to change.”
“Miss what?” Charlie asked, his brow furrowing. “Why are Nate and Krissy here?”
Trent smiled weakly, shaking his head at the couple. “Well since this is almost out of the bag, I’ll start.” He cleared his throat and moved to stand in front of Charlie, taking his hand. Charlie looked truly shocked.
“From the moment we met, I knew you were special. And the more we got to know one another, the more I knew I never wanted anyone else. You make me feel like the happiest man on earth. And I hope to make you feel that way for the rest of your life, if you’ll let me.”
Trent got down on one knee, and Krissy yelped. Nate handed her a tissue.
Trent pulled a ring box out of his coat pocket and opened it up.
“Charlie Reynolds, will you marry me?”
Parker covered his mouth to stifle a cry and turned to press his face into Morgan’s lapels.
“Do it, Charlie!” Alejandro cheered, and I couldn’t believe this was the same man who trolled Grindr daily only a year ago.
Charlie smiled, and his eyes filled up with tears. “Of course I will.” He grabbed Trent’s hand to pull him up and then kissed him hard.
“I love you,” Charlie said, his face wet.
“I love you too,” Trent answered, tears falling over his cheeks. “Now put on this ring!”
Charlie slipped on the silver band that sparkled under the party lights, and he hugged and kissed Trent again.
We all congratulated them.
It was a pure, perfect moment.
Alejandro pulled me close against his side, and I put my arms around him.
Parker dried his eyes. “Aren’t you two going on a trip soon?” He asked us.
“Spain,” I replied.
“We’re going to see my brother and sister. I can’t wait to introduce them to Ellison.”
“Oh right,” Morgan said, then got closer to him. “Congratulations on reuniting with them, Dylan. I’m proud of you.”
“Thanks, hermano.” Al patted Morgan’s shoulder.
“I hear there’s a wedding coming up for you as well,” I said to Morgan and Parker.
“It’s about time,” Naomi said with Henry in tow, holding a plate of gingerbread cookies.
“Not us. It’s Morgan’s mother and her boyfriend. They’re getting hitched on Christmas Day. Morgan says he’s not the marrying type.” Parker shrugged. “But he’s taking me to Aruba for New Year’s, so I’m okay with it.” Parker grinned and turned to give Morgan a hug.
Morgan gave the group a conspiratorial wink. He’d told us he planned to pop the question in Aruba. I couldn’t wait to see the video footage of Parker flipping out when it all went down.
Charlie came over, and we admired his ring, engraved with his and Trent’s initials.
“Congratulations,” I said, adjusting my glasses.
“Thanks! I honestly never thought . . . just wow.”
Steph hugged him. “I’m so happy for you.”
“Thank you, hon. How long did the rest of you have to keep it a secret from me?”
“A grueling six months. It was torture. But I’m sure Krissy suffered just as much.” Steph laughed.
Krissy sipped her champagne. “You know it! I’m sure Charlie thought I hated him by how often I avoided him.”
Henry glanced over at me. “When are you two tying the knot, Ellison?”
My face flushed.
“Henry!” Naomi said, whacking his arm. He nearly dropped his plate.
“I’m just curious.”
Parker laughed. “Dylan is as much the marrying type as Morgan.”
We all laughed along with him, despite knowing Morgan’s true intentions.
Al squeezed me, catching my eye. “Ellison makes me believe I can do anything. Even marriage.”
My mouth may have dropped open. And the rest of the group were stunned speechless. But at that moment, I could see my future in Alejandro’s eyes, and it was spectacular.
“It’s been a magical night,” I said finally. “I can’t believe how lucky we all are.”
“To NetSmash.” I held up my glass.
“To NetSmash,” the group repeated.
“May we always keep our hearts full of love,” Alejandro said.
My Alejandro.
THE END
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