by D. J. Manly
Rob’s hand settled in Steven’s hair; he laughed a little. He sounded breathless.
Steven reached around and pulled the briefs down, smoothing his palms down over the hard, round globes of his ass. He let Rob’s cock brush over his lips, across his cheek, and heard an involuntary moan escape his own lips. Rob’s fingers tightened in his hair and pulled as he pressed his hips forward.
Steven licked the length of his shaft. Rob tasted exactly how he dreamed he would. His cock was perfect and Steven closed his eyes as he opened his mouth and wrapped his lips around the circumference of it. He took it inch by inch into his mouth and lowered himself at an angle to accept it deeper into his throat.
Rob knelt, knees bent against the sofa to accommodate Steven’s effort. “Oh yeah,” he breathed. “Um, yeah.”
The sound of Rob’s voice stirred his arousal. His cock was close to bursting out of his pants. His hand reached down to undo his own zipper but Rob’s hand brushed it away and undid it for him. “Um, um, yeah … okay, okay,” Rob said, backing off, “stop. I don’t want to come yet.”
Steven released his cock, glancing up at him. Rob undid his shirt and threw it aside, then immediately went to his knees in front of him. It was a weird sensation, having Rob Taylor on his knees. He couldn’t say he didn’t like it. And suddenly, he forgot all about it as Rob hastily pulled off Steven’s pants and underwear then moved his lips up his calf to his inner thigh, all the while very lightly fondling his cock.
Steven squirmed on the sofa, his breathing coming hard and fast. “I’m going to…”
“No,” Rob said, laughing, licking the precum off the head of Steven’s cock, “not yet.” He reached up and placed his hands on both sides of Steven’s face then moved forward and kissed him full on the mouth. Hot, passionate kisses followed, with Rob’s hands moving up over Steven’s belly to his chest where he undid his shirt and laid it open. Rob’s mouth left Steven’s and trailed down Steven’s chest to his left nipple, which he laved and nibbled at, all the while stroking his cock just enough to keep him on the edge. Oh God, he was a pro. Not to mention absolute eye candy to look at.
In a rush of passion, Steven moaned and pushed Rob back to the floor, tearing his own shirt off and pressing the full length of his naked body against Rob’s. Rob grunted as Steven took his mouth hotly, his grateful hands getting their feel of his gorgeous body. He was so hard and muscled, his flesh smooth and practically hairless. His cock bobbed against Steven’s stomach, demanding attention. “Turn around, get on your knees,” Steven told him.
Rob grinned at him and did as Steven asked. “You’re going to give me carpet burn,” he joked.
“Baby, I’m going to give you a hell of a lot more than that,” Steven growled, reaching underneath Rob to play with his erection and his balls, while the other hand spread his beautiful ass cheeks and teased his anus with his index finger. “I want to fuck you,” he groaned, pressing his lips against the small of his back. Steven opened him further and began to rim him with his tongue.
If he’d had any inhibitions where Rob was concerned, they had completely left him. He was under his spell completely, entranced by his beauty and incensed with lust.
Rob’s body was shaking, his cock already showing signs of surrender.
“Damn, I don’t have any…” Steven was saying. “God, I want you.”
Rob scrambled up to his feet and went to his desk. He grinned at Steven as he held up a row of condoms.
Steven stayed on his knees, a smile growing. “Come over here with those. No time to tease me.”
Rob chuckled. He tossed him the row, and came back to kneel in front of him.
Steven ran his hand down over his luscious chest. “You think we’ll need all these?”
Rob kissed his mouth succulently. “We might,” he sighed.
Steven laughed, struggling with the packaging. Rob took it from his hand and tore it open with his teeth. “Lie down,” Rob said, “on your back. I’ll put it on you.”
“You better hurry,” Steven breathed, lying on his back. “God, you’re so sexy. Watching you tear open that package just about made me…”
“Shush,” he said, reaching down and kissing his mouth again as he stroked Steven’s cock and slowly rolled on the condom. Suddenly, Rob straddled him, his knees on either side of his hips.
“You’re going to…?” He’d never fucked a guy like that.
“Just relax,” Rob said, his fingers wrapped around Steven’s shaft. He positioned himself over Steven’s cock and then slowly began to swallow it with his ass. He smiled down at him as he did. “Close your eyes,” he said.
“No,” Steven murmured, gasping with the pleasure of it. “I don’t want to miss a minute of this.” Watching him was close to being a religious experience. He was in heaven, his cock was in heaven. He was in love. “Oh God, Rob.”
Rob began to move, sending sensations to his cock which he couldn’t even begin to describe with words. He began to shoot, his head falling back. He shouted, “Go, go Steve, fuck me. Fuck me hard. Let it go, baby. Give me all of it.”
Steven held onto Rob’s hips, holding him still as he rammed up into him, a dizzying sense of euphoria gripping him as Rob’s cock shot up into the air. “Holy Mother of God,” he shouted.
Rob was grinning as he backed off of Steven and laid his head on the carpet. Once Steven had recovered, he crawled over beside him and looked down into his face. He traced his lips with his finger. “You seem pleased with yourself. I don’t remember this being part of my job description.”
“You mean the old boss never kept you late and fucked your silly?” He pretended to look shocked.
Steven laughed. “That’s a troubling thought.” He lay there, his shoulder touching Rob’s, wondering if this had really happened. “Am I awake?”
“I hope so,” Rob replied. “We need to do some work.” He was already standing.
Steven glanced up at him, watching as he pulled on his underwear and pants. “Was this a good idea?”
“I don’t know,” he said. “Was it?”
Steven sat up. “Not fair. I asked you first.”
Rob smiled at him. “You know, I’ve wanted to make love to you since you threw yourself into my arms at that bar.”
“I thought I threw myself between your legs?” Steven smirked.
“A little of both, actually.”
“This is a little delicate.”
“Why, because I’m the boss?”
“Yes.”
“You think that’s why I put you in charge of this account?” He did up his shirt.
“I didn’t say that.”
“But you were thinking it.”
Steven shrugged. He got to his feet and began to dress.
“Do you think I’m a stupid man, Steve?” He met his eyes.
“Of course not.” He shook his head. Rob felt like his boss again suddenly.
“I wouldn’t put someone in charge of an account just because I wanted into their pants. I’ve never had to bribe someone to fuck me.”
“Oh shit, Rob, I didn’t mean that.” Steven held out a hand.
“No worries. Just remember, your job, and what happened here tonight, it’s separate.”
“Is it possible to keep it separate?”
He shrugged. “We’ll see, won’t we?”
“Is this a…” Steven swallowed.
“Is this a what?” He walked over to the table and began to open the bag with the food. “We may have to warm this up a bit in the microwave.”
“Rob,” Steven said, coming closer, doing up his shirt, “is this a one-time thing?” He waited. He really didn’t want to know the answer. He was afraid of the answer.
“I don’t know,” Rob said, meeting his gaze. “I really enjoyed being with you. I’m attracted to you. I admire your talent, your dedication to the job. I genuinely like you, Steve. Let’s take it one day at a time, okay?”
Steven nodded. It wasn’t exactly what he wanted to hear
. “I’ll help you warm up the food.”
* * * *
On Tuesday, Steven was anxious all day, anticipating the time when everyone would go home and he would be alone with Rob. He hadn’t seen Rob today. Rob was busy, in meetings, and when Janis, Rob’s secretary, called him at four and said that the boss wouldn’t be back today and that he could go home at the scheduled time, Steven was extremely disappointed.
Wednesday wasn’t any better. Steven saw Rob briefly in the morning, but only to say hello when he passed him in the hallway. Rob was in deep conversation with someone on his cell phone and he seemed distracted. He nodded at him but walked right past. Around eleven, Steven thought up an excuse to see him, but when he stopped by his office, Janis said he had to fly to Denver.
“Denver?” Steven echoed.
“There was an emergency of some kind with his daughter. He said he’d be back next Thursday.”
“Daughter?” Steven croaked.
Janis gave him a strange look. “Yes, daughter. Eight years old, I think. Why?”
He shook his head. “No reason. Thanks anyway.” He wandered off with no particular destination in mind.
A few minutes later, he ran headlong into Mac. “Hey, dream boy, I got a problem with—Hey, what’s with you?”
“He’s got a daughter,” Steven said.
“Who has a daughter?”
“Rob, I mean, Mr. Taylor. The boss.”
“I thought he was gay.”
“Oh, he’s gay,” Steven muttered. “He’s also a lying bastard with a family back in Denver.”
“He could be divorced.”
“Yeah. But he never said anything, you know.”
“Why should he?”
Steven looked at him, then away.
“Oh my God.”
“Don’t say anything.”
Mac followed him into his office. “You fucked him.”
Steven sighed. “Close the door.”
“You fucked him.”
“Stop saying that.”
“Well, how else am I supposed to say it? Was he good?”
“He was fan … never mind, none of your business.”
“So, is he hot for you?”
“I don’t know. He was that night, but I haven’t seen him since then and now this.”
“Steve, a lot of gay men have kids. It doesn’t mean anything. Maybe he came out after he got married or…”
Steven nodded. “Let’s go to lunch. I’m not going to worry about it right now.”
But he was worried. In fact, he couldn’t seem to think of anything else. Damn it. He should have never had sex with him.
Next Thursday, Rob was back. He called a meeting in the morning with all the project heads. He wanted an update on their progress. He looked tired, tense. He didn’t seem to have a lot of patience. When Rob looked at Steven, Steven wasn’t quite sure what to say. He’d been slacking the last few days, his mind elsewhere. One of his team members was out with the flu and they had been having some software problems.
Rob put his hands on his hips. “Well?” he probed.
Steven resented his demeanor, bristled at that arrogant look on his too handsome face. “What do you mean, well?” The words came out of his mouth before he had time to think about them. Shit.
Rob looked taken aback. The other project heads froze, holding their breaths.
There was complete silence for a few seconds then Steven blew up. “While you’ve been prancing off to Denver, doing God knows what, some of us have been dealing with computer glitches and—”
Rob put up his hand. He looked around the table. “That will be all,” he said then turned back to Steven. “You, stay.”
There was not a sound as the others shuffled out. Rob walked over and shut the door of the conference room. “Do you care to explain why in hell you decided to talk to me like that?” His blue eyes darkened with anger.
Steven swallowed. “I didn’t think.”
“You didn’t think? What in hell was that … prancing off? I did not prance off. Who in the hell do you think you are?”
Steven lowered his head. “You could have told me you had a daughter.”
“Why? It’s really no one’s God dammed business. We fucked once and you think I should tell you my entire life?”
“It meant nothing to you then?” Steven swallowed.
“I never said it meant nothing. I said we’d take it slow, see what happens. I don’t owe you anything. But God damn it, you owe me a fucking update on your progress for this account.” Rob pointed at him. “I want it on my desk, first thing tomorrow morning. Is that clear?”
He nodded.
“Good,” Rob said. He walked over to the door and swung it open. It hit the wall with a bang.
Steven closed his eyes.
* * * *
Mac sat beside him in the bar, watching as Steven sipped his drink. “The entire office is abuzz.”
“I don’t give a shit.”
“What in hell possessed you to talk to him like that, Steve? You could lose your job.”
“I don’t know. I just…” He shook his head.
“You’re in love with him.”
“No, I’m not. I don’t even know him.”
Mac shook his head. “Doesn’t matter. I think it was love at first sight. I think that if it had been anyone else in that bar, even with that much booze in you, you wouldn’t have done what you did that night.”
“I feel used. I don’t think it meant the same thing to him as it did to me. What in hell is wrong with me? I should have said no.”
Mac put an arm around him. “Never mind. Concentrate on your job. You’ll get over him.”
Steven nodded, but he wasn’t convinced.
* * * *
The next week came and went. Steven put the report on Rob’s desk but he didn’t get any response. He assumed it was all right. Rob didn’t ask him to work late. In fact, he seemed to be avoiding him altogether. Steven wondered if the trip to Boston was off now.
One evening just before he was getting ready to leave, he heard some noise down the hallway. It sounded as if someone was crying. Steven walked hesitantly down the hallway. He stopped just outside Rob’s office and stood stock-still.
There was a woman crying. And he could hear Rob trying to comfort her but he seemed distraught himself. “They’re doing everything they can,” he said. “I’ve got the best doctors working on it. It doesn’t matter what it costs, Monica, I’ll pay all the bills.”
“She can’t die,” the woman said, coughing.
“She won’t. I won’t let her die. The doctors said that…”
Steven backed away from the door. My God. Someone was dying? Was this Rob’s family, his wife and child? Even if he felt Rob deceived him, he didn’t want anything bad to happen to his daughter. He swallowed, feeling petty and foolish for his jealous outburst. He turned and hurried down the hallway.
The next day, Steven was surprised to see Rob walk into his office. He slumped in the visitor chair and gave him a faint smile. “Hi,” he said.
Steven nodded at him. “Hello.”
“We do need to get back to this campaign. I’ve managed to stall Costner for two weeks.”
“Then the Boston trip is still on?”
He nodded. “I was pleased with the report last week. But we need to work faster. Can you stay tonight?”
Steven nodded uneasily. “Of course.”
“See you at five,” he said.
* * * *
When Steven walked into Rob’s office that evening, Rob was sitting back in his chair, his eyes closed. His tie was askew and he looked disheveled, tired.
“Can we get right to it?” Steven cleared his throat. “We can skip supper. I’ll eat at home if you don’t mind.” That night after they’d made love, they had sat together eating. Rob had reached over and licked plum sauce from his mouth. They had laughed about that. God, he’d been so happy being with him like that, touching his dark hair when they were
working. Rob had even kissed him good night in the parking lot, a long, deep, sensuous kiss. It had stayed with him all night.
Rob lifted his head. “Of course,” he said. He rubbed his eyes and leaned forward to look over his computer screen. “Did you update this yet?”
“Yes.” Steven nodded. “We made the changes. I hope you like it.”
“It’s good,” he said. “I think we need to decide on which slogans should be used with this ad in particular.”
Steven nodded again. “We have five. The team is split over the first two.”
“I like the second one personally,” Rob said, looking over at him. He paused. “Are you planning on standing ten feet away from me all night?”
“Yes, actually.”
“Okay.” He sighed. He ran his hands through his hair.
Steven felt a rush of compassion for him. “I’m sorry about your little girl.”
Rob glanced at him. “How do you know about Madison?”
“I overheard you in here with your wife yesterday. She’s sick, isn’t she?”
“Yes, and Monica is not my wife.”
“Oh, well, the mother of your daughter.”
He didn’t say anything.
“What’s the matter with her?”
“She’s got leukemia.”
“Oh God, Rob, I’m sorry.” He walked over to him and placed a hand on his shoulder. He had no intention of ending up in his arms, but Rob stood up and Steven moved into his embrace. Rob hugged him tightly and then his lips moved to Steven’s neck and then to his mouth. When Rob started kissing him, Steven lost control. Common sense and rational thought never stood a chance. Rob’s passion grew to a feverish pitch as he propelled Steven against the wall and proceeded to undo his pants. He sank to his knees and lifted Steven’s cock out of his pants. Steven’s head banged up against the wall as Rob started to seriously suck him off.
The groans and grunts coming from both of them sounded inhuman. Rob brought him to the edge, then stood and flipped him around. With his pants around his ankles and Rob’s hands moving over his cock and his nipples, he was humping the bloody wall. He heard the drawer open and suddenly he realized Rob was going to fuck him right there. “Rob,” he began breathlessly, “don’t.”
Rob wrapped his arms around him. “Please,” he pleaded with his lips against his ear. “I want you, Steven. I need you right now. Please, let me love you.”
