by D. C. Hall
“I guess I should let you get back to work.” Williams stated. Nathan paused before nodding. He wouldn’t have minded the company, but he just didn’t know what to talk about with him. They were from very different upbringings. What could they possibly have in common? So, that was it for the day between them.
***
They kissed slow. Nathan and Williams were back in each other's arms, standing by the bed. If you were an observer, you would think they were moving slow to savor the moment. In reality, it was because neither of them knew which way to go. Nathan gave a light hum, making their lips tingle.
Williams played with some of Nathan's hair. His eyes were closed as he followed Nathan's lead. He was starting to wish that he would go a little faster, but the man was being timid. What if he tried to push things forward a little? He pulled out of the kiss, aware that Nathan tried to follow him. Williams placed his lips on Nathan’s neck and kissed lightly.
He could hear Nathan’s breath next to his ear. After a moment, his plan seemed to work. Nathan didn’t seem like kind that could stay still. So, without being able to busy himself by kissing, his hands started to wander. First, they trailed up his back in a slow slide before returning to the small of his back. Nathan gave a small moan and leaned into Williams's kisses. Apparently, he had found a good spot.
Nathan let a hand slide down. It cupped Williams’s ass check before squeezing lightly. His breathing quickened. The other hand followed suit, before both squeezed. Then, one hand slipped around to the front.
“Tell me if you want me to stop.” Nathan stated, fumbling with the other man’s belt buckle. Williams felt his heart racing. Should he tell him to stop? No, he didn’t think so. Nathan finally got the belt loose and pulled off. It was discarded on the floor before he started at the pants button. Once his pants were undone, Nathan let his hands go back to Williams’s ass and gripped the bare skin. He was really doing this. He was grabbing at a man he barely knew, had known for less than a week. Yet, he didn’t want to stop.
Williams sucked in a breath when he felt a finger brush past his entrance. He could feel his face heating up. Nathan seemed to be trying to figure out how far to go. Finally, he let his finger press inside of him.
“Fuck,” Williams gave a quick moan, and shifted his weight. Nathan had anticipated that he would just get Williams off this time, and he wouldn’t worry about himself. It changed when Williams shifted because his thigh rubbed against Nathan’s groin resulting in a grunt. He started to rub at the other man’s prostate slowly. Williams moaned and felt himself getting hard. Another shift brought an almost pained noise from Nathan. Williams could feel the accountant's arousal grow on his thigh.
Nathan started to move a little quicker. Williams bit his lower lip. His arms were still wrapped around Nathan’s neck for support, and he buried his head in his chest. His legs started to shake as his arousal grew. This felt so good. Nathan had moved two more fingers inside. He huffed for air, legs still shaking. Nathan could feel all of it pressed against his crotch. It felt like he was being stroked.
“Oh God,” Nathan moaned. He did not want to cum first. This felt like the equivalent of getting off by humping somebody’s leg. However, if he didn’t cum first, that meant Williams would be done. He’d be left aroused and have to take care of it himself. He'd just have to take whichever outcome happened.
“You’re so good with your fingers.” Williams huffed out. He didn’t know how much longer he was going to last like this. It was almost embarrassing. They weren’t even on the bed, just standing in the middle of the room. This was almost worse than the back of a car.
He felt Nathan shudder, making his fingers move inside of him more erratic. It nearly put him over the edge. He could tell by the feeling on his thigh that Nathan had finished, but was too caught up to notice the grimace on his face. Williams finally orgasmed with a long moan. The two parted without making eye contact.
“I should go get cleaned up.” Williams stated. Nathan didn’t say anything, just stood there feeling awful. He had came in his pants on this man’s leg. It made him sound like a horny teen. Williams was gone quickly, leaving Nathan feeling sour. All he could do was hope that the next time wouldn't feel so gross.
***
They didn't talk to each other Thursday. Nathan didn't even leave his room. He just stayed at his desk the whole day until time to go to bed.
Williams had also spent the day locked away. Only he had spent his time painting. The only time he had any contact with anyone was when Gertrude came to check in on him.
Friday came quick. It was time to go check on the factory. The two got into Nathan's car, avoiding any type of contract. They hadn't even spoken to each other yet. There was just too much residual embarrassment. Hopefully, it would wear off soon.
Once they arrived, they went inside to find the supervisor of the shift. The factory was huge. Nathan didn't think he'd ever seen one this big. It made sense. This was the largest furniture manufacturing company in the country. The section they were in seemed to be mostly for making bookcases. He and Williams walked between the shelves that held the supplies. Williams walked ahead of him slightly.
The place was loud from people working, Nathan could still hear the forklift that was headed towards them from the other side of the shelves. Williams got to the end but wasn’t stopping. Nathan grabbed the back of his belt and yanked him back in time to see the forklift go speeding by.
“Watch it!” Nathan snipped.
“Don’t snap at me.” Williams responded, swatting the other man’s hand away.
“Just be more careful.” Nathan sighed when the other man still just looked annoyed. “Please?”
“…I'll think about it.” He responded. He blamed being pissy on having to get up so early. Although, he forgot that Nathan wasn’t like other employees. He didn’t have to be nice when he got an attitude.
“Fine, get run over. See if I fucking care.” Nathan snapped. Williams glared and crossed his arms.
“Why are we even here? What’s the point?”
“I need to see whoever is doing your invoices for supplies.”
“Okay, so why am I here? Did you need me for that?” Nathan was starting to get fed up.
“Can you even make anything in here?”
“Of course not. I told you I haven't been here before.” Williams had been waiting for Nathan to show more emotion, but right now, he'd rather have the cold exterior he had seen at the beginning of the week than the annoyance he was getting.
“Don't you think you might should learn?” fuck the original plan of staying on this man's good side. He couldn't play yes man for five years.
“Isn't that what I have my employees for?” He didn't understand the point of this. His father had built this company decades ago and it was still growing. What was the point of him making furniture?
“What if somebody quits and they were the only ones who knew how to do something? Are you just gonna discontinue that piece of furniture?”
“There is no way that only one person knows how to do something. Look, my father made this place to where it would run itself. There’s no point in changing that now.”
“No company really runs itself. It stills needs someone to look after it.”
“I have someone to do that.”
“If they quit, you’re fucked. I'm not saying you have to learn everything. I'm just saying tha-,”
“Would you just stop already? If the company started to fail, I could just close down. I have more than enough money to last the rest of my life. You've been in my files. So, you know that.”
Nathan was pissed off. He'd gone red in the face and his heart was pounding. “You arrogant little prick. You know, I thought that you seemed really nice for a rich person. I even felt bad about screwing you over. I don't now. You're just another little rich bitch that’s never had to work for a fucking thing in his life.”
“How am I a prick?” If it hadn't been so loud in there. People pr
obably would have noticed the growing volume. “You’re the one trying to stick your nose into my business and tell me how to run it.”
“That's literally one of the things you hired me for, asshole. And you’re a prick because you just said that you'd put everyone here out of a job instead of learning anything about your own God damn company.”
“Go, figure out about the invoices. I’m going back to the car.” Williams started walking back the way they had come in.
“This is why I hate rich people.” Nathan yelled after him. Williams turned around quickly, sneering at him.
“You’re just lucky that I can’t fire you.” All he got in response was a middle finger. “Fucking bitch.” He turned back around, leaving in a huff. He went back out to the parking lot and got in the car. The door was slammed hard enough that something probably should have broken. Williams just sat there breathing heavy and scowling.
Who did Nathan think he was? You don't get to talk to your boss like that. Although, could he even call himself that? With how that contract was written, Nathan might as well have been his boss. It didn't matter. No one had ever talked to him like that in his life. At least not employee wise. Family was a completely different story.
He was still fuming when Nathan got back to the car. The accountant got in and slammed his door. He cranked the car and buckled his seat belt.
“You still being a dick?” Williams asked. Nathan just turned the music on and up until it was nearly deafening. The tension just got higher as they drove back. They were both back inside and nearly to their rooms.
“You boys are back early.” Gertrude said.
“Yeah, because dickhead here doesn't even care about his own company.” Nathan yelled. Gertrude took a step back out of shock. When she told him to drop the fakeness, this was not what she meant.
“Suck a dick, Nathan!” Williams yelled.
“Why don’t you make me?”
“What’s going on? I don’t understand what’s happening here?” Gertrude questioned as the two moved towards each other. She backed out of the way.
“Why are you being such a prick?”
“Me? I’m trying to help you. I’m trying make sure that you don’t let one of the biggest company’s this country has tank because of you.”
“You’re the only one that thinks it will. Besides I didn’t make the company. I never cared about it.”
“Then, sell it!”
“No!” Williams basically screamed.
“Why?”
“It’s none of your damn business. You know everyone who recommended you said that you didn’t talk much, but I’m starting to wish that you would just shut up.”
“First off, motherfucker, everyone else had some semblance of an idea of what they were doing. You haven’t got a clue. Second, I’ve barely said anything to you before today.”
“Maybe, you two should calm down. Just take a minute away from each other.” Gertrude didn’t know what else to do.
“That’s a good idea.” Nathan sneered and started to turn.
“I’m not done with you yet!” Williams grabbed the other man’s tie and yanked him back around. Nathan gagged when the tie started to choke him. One hand went to loosen it while the other shoved Williams.
Williams pushed him back. Gertrude called for Theodore as the situation just got worse. Nathan shoved Williams against the wall and pinned him by the shoulders. Williams shifted to the side quickly, sending Nathan face first into the wall.
“Fuck!” He screamed, blood dripping from his nose. He turned from the wall and quickly pounced on Williams. The two rolled around on the floor fighting for the upper hand. Clothes were torn a bit and they both got a few punches in. Williams was going to have a black eye.
What ended it was one good shot from Williams. He slammed his fist into Nathan’s nose. Nathan yelled and put his hands over his face in pain. Williams screamed too, holding his hand. It was throbbing and had a gash in the knuckle from the other man's glasses that laid broken on the floor.
“I think I broke my hand.” Williams said, climbing off the other man.
“Fuck your hand! You broke my nose.” Nathan said, still writhing on the floor. He had blood all over his face. Theodore finally appeared in the hallway.
“Yes, dear?” he asked.
“It's not what I called you for, but I think these two could use a trip to the hospital.”
***
It was a few hours later. Nathan was laying in his bed. He would have been working, but it had been a bit of a bad day. So, he was laying there, tape on his glasses and medical tape over his nose. He didn't look up, but he heard Williams walk into the room.
“Can we talk?” He asked. Nathan sighed as he sat up. His face hurt so bad. “I wanted to say that I'm sorry. That shouldn't have gone as far as it did.” He sat on the bed next to him.
“Well, we both payed for it.” Nathan responded, glancing at the splint on Williams’s hand. “So, maybe we've learned our lesson.”
“Hopefully.”
“…I'm sorry, too. I could have handled things better.” He responded. Williams bit his lower lip in thought for a moment. He was thinking about some of the things that had been said earlier.
“Do you hate me?” He asked. Nathan took a long time to answer.
“No, I don’t. I mean, I may not be very fond of you right now, but we should be fine once my face stops hurting.” It was an honest answer. He really didn’t hate him.
“It was just the comment about why you hate rich people. I just wanted to make sure.”
“That wasn’t entirely true. I don’t blatantly hate them. It’s more that I’m bitter, I guess.”
“Why?”
“It's um… Well, growing up, I watched my parents work their asses off just to get me and my brother into college. Not through college. We had both had to take loans for that. But either way, I watched them work so hard to make ends meet. Then, I got an accounting job. I was good at it. So, businesses hired me. It just always seemed that the wealthier people were, the easy they had it.
I know that sounds stupid. It just hurt to watch people be born with what we had to struggle for. And they would never even think twice about it.”
“I think I can see where you're coming from. What if I make you a deal?”
“What kind of deal?”
“How about I try to be better than the people you've dealt with before, and you try not to dislike me because of my wealth.”
“I think I can work with that.” The two have a small smile. Maybe, they could find some common ground. Nathan saw the bruise starting to form under the other man’s eyes. He reached a hand up and placed it on his cheek. His thumb ran gently over the dark mark. “You’re gonna have a bad bruise there by morning.”
“Yeah, thanks for that.”
“Come talk to me when you can’t breathe out of your nose.” Williams rolled his eyes. Nathan didn’t know what possessed him to do it, but he cupped Williams’s cheek gently and leaned in. William leaned in as well, meeting his lips in the middle. It was a brief kiss, but it felt nice. And it led to another and another. Each one lasted a little longer than the one before it. It finally stop when Nathan flopped down on his back, gasping.
“Can’t breathe.” He gasped. He hadn’t been able to breathe the entire time due to his nose.
“Why didn’t you stop then?” Williams asked, looking down at him.
“I didn’t want to.” Nathan responded, seeing the light blush on the other man’s face.
“So, I’m guessing, we won’t be doing anything for a while.”
“Not until everything is healed up.”
***
The next week went by slow, but things got easier between them. They had barely touched each other except for a few kisses. Williams had considered grabbing Nathan's ass a few times but didn't feel like he'd get the reaction he wanted. So, he had kept his hands to himself.
Right now, the two were sitting in Nathan's room, looking
at the computer screen. They had spent hours looking through the log of furniture for the factory. Williams had agreed to start learning how to make some of the stuff if Nathan helped him. He was starting to get tired.
Nathan was taking notes off the screen. There was no telling how much he had written down. Williams had asked why he didn't just print the page and high light it. He had only gotten the response that it was his way of working. While Nathan scribbled down what he wanted, Williams noticed his phone light up.
‘You coming over tomorrow?’ showed up on the screen from someone named Brad. Williams shifted in his seat a little. He didn't know why, but it unsettled him.
“I think you got a text.” Williams said. Nathan finished what he was doing before picking up the phone.
“Thanks,” Nathan muttered. He sent out a message before placing the phone back. He started scrolling through the furniture again. “This is how you make so much money. You make everything in existence. I don't even know what some of this stuff is.”
“Dad never liked to be limited.” Williams responded. He tried not to be obvious, but he was watching Nathan’s phone screen.
'Okay, love you.’ Finally popped up. He felt his stomach clench. It finally dawned on him why this felt weird. Did Nathan have a boyfriend? Was he cheating on someone for this job?
“Do you need me here tomorrow?” Nathan asked, looking over at him.
“I don’t guess so. Why?” Williams asked. He hoped he didn’t say something about a boyfriend. He didn’t want to be put into that position.
“I’m helping my parents move into a new house.” Nathan responded. He knew this man didn’t have either of his parents labeled as Brad. Was he lying? If he was, did it really concern him? He didn’t care anything about his personal life, did he?
“Oh, are they moving into a better house?”
“I haven’t seen it yet. I hope it’s better. They really just wanted to move to the city. It’ll be a lot easier to visit.”
