by Bella Bennet
David smiled. If he was hallucinating, he would have dressed Henry in different clothes though. A tucked in button down shirt? With loafers? The man was adorably out of his element. The protective instincts were driving him to claim Henry and keep him from anyone else in the bar. He stopped himself from grabbing Henry’s shirt and pulling it out of his jeans. David clenched his hand and brought it back to his side. He was that close from touching him. If he had gone through with it, David knew it wouldn’t have stopped there. Not with how hard he was from wanting Henry.
David saw that Henry looked as surprised and unsure as he did. David was only unsure because he didn’t want to lose his law license. Henry’s eyes were darting around not staying on David for any longer than a second. He didn’t like that. Henry was his. If only he could claim him but not while he was Henry’s attorney.
“Henry, I’m surprised to see you here. This doesn’t seem like your scene.” David licked his lips. He needed a drink. David had been dancing for at least an hour not wanting to stop. He was thirsty and his throat was dry. Henry’s lips looked nice and wet.
David forced himself to turn around and walk away from Henry. He had to get control of himself. This was a public place. Plus, if he was ever brought up in front of the board the question wouldn’t be did anyone see you, it would be did you touch him while he was your client. David had to be able to answer yes to that. He prided himself on his ethics, especially considering his family and how hard he fought to take the bar.
“My friend Ned, he recommended we go here tonight. I, uh, thought it was just a bar not a club. I’m not into dancing.” David smiled imagining Henry trying to dance with his tucked in button down shirt and loafers. He was adorkable. David loved it.
David turned back and leaned against the bathroom wall. He saw when Henry noticed his leather pants. Henry’s face was so honest. David would remember that, and vow to get them to play strip poker at some point. David smiled like a predator, knowing he had his prey right where he wanted him.
Henry’s eyebrows were in his hairline, mouth open as his eyes ran down David’s body. David wanted to grab his cock and rub it over his leather pants so bad. He forced his hands back against the wall. David would not lead him on. Would not get disbarred for starting or making moves on a client. No matter how much it was killing him. Would it be justified if the only other outcome was dick strangulation by leather pants that were now too damn tight? Was that even a thing?
Henry trailed his eyes up David’s body and to his face. Their eyes met and locked on. There was nothing else in the world, just those whiskey colored eyes in a gorgeous scruffy handsome face. David curled his hands against the concrete wall, feeling his fingernails scratching against the rough concrete. He didn’t care if his nails got scuffed or even torn. David had to hang on. He had to be the one in control.
Henry walked closer. Desire a living entity between them. David’s mouth was open. He was breathing fast through his mouth. He wanted to kiss Henry so bad. To feel those lips. The scruff of Henry’s unshaven jaw against his. To pull his hair as he kissed him and slammed him back against the bathroom wall. To claim Henry as his so that everyone, everywhere would know to leave this delicious omega alone. Henry was his and his alone.
David’s fingers dug in harder at the concrete wall. He felt a nail tear on his right hand. David couldn’t look away. He couldn’t stop staring at Henry. He wanted him so bad to touch him, to put him out of this misery, the desire and lust consuming him he could barely even think. It was all he could think of, all he could see, the same desire and lust in Henry’s eyes. He wouldn’t make it, would he? He would not get out of here with his law license intact.
Henry lifted an arm and brushed David’s hair back off the left side of his face. David turned his face into Henry’s hand, felt Henry’s palm brush against his eyebrow and the corner of his lips. David reached out with his tongue and swiped that corner. Anything to be closer, to have part of Henry. He pushed his hips out without conscious thought. His eyes closed, his arms pressed against the bathroom wall, his body was angled down to his booted feet a foot from the wall. He was on wanton display and he didn’t care. David wanted this omega to know for damn sure how much David wanted him, but couldn’t have him. He wanted no doubt in Henry’s mind, no one else in his thoughts, no one but him, the only alpha that should matter.
The scent of hot toddy mixed with winter fresh pine needles filled his nose. They blended together, like a lazy sensual day at home in bed. David wanted Henry in his bed so bad. He gasped at the trail of fingers down his chest. His eyes open, fixed on the ceiling as those warm fingers moved closer to his pants.
He was torn. He wanted those fingers to continue, to jam down his pants and grab him, but he didn’t want it to happen in the bathroom of the bar he frequented. Or any bar. He didn’t want something so precious, that he wanted above anything else, to happen in such a tawdry way. He couldn’t tell him they could meet at David’s house, or his car parked out back or anywhere without getting disbarred. David was in hell. He felt like Sisyphus rolling that boulder uphill thinking he’d get release but pulling himself back and starting it all over again. He would go mad by the end of Henry’s divorce. This was too much torture for anyone to bear.
Henry dug his fingers into the waistband of David’s pants. His eyes closed, and he groaned long and low. His fingers curled into the concrete. All his nails were ruined now. And he didn’t give a damn. Please release him. It was too much to ask for someone not used to the scene to put him out of his misery. David had come in here to jerk one out and now he needed it more than ever, but the object of his desire, his fantasies, prevented that from happening. It was sweet, painful torture. He didn’t want Henry to stop touching him.
Henry pushed two fingers down lower into his pants. David’s eyes opened on the stained ceiling. “Oh God, Henry.” He groaned. David sounded like he was being tortured. He was.
“I can’t do anything. I can’t touch you. I can’t lose my law license. You’re a client. Oh God.” David bit hard on his lower lip before the words ‘I want you to suck me’ came out of his mouth. They were right there. David knew if he let go of his lip those words would roll off of his tongue and damn him to getting disbarred. He was in sheer hell. No one had to have suffered more than he was right now. David swore tears were leaking out of his eyes.
“How much longer do you think we have? Before anyone comes in?”
David looked at Henry’s eyes in surprise. What was he thinking? The thought of Henry getting him off almost made him blow his load in his pants like a school kid. He bit his bottom lip and banged his head back against the wall. He couldn’t say he wanted Henry to suck him off. Anything would get him into trouble. He couldn’t be the leader. He wished he could tell Henry that, without making him think the David didn’t want him.
“I can’t do anything. I can’t get disbarred. I’ll get disbarred and not be able to practice if I entice you in any way.” He stared at the one stained spot on the ceiling that looked like Marilyn Monroe. That’s why the bathroom ceiling had never been painted over. It was famous for that portrait that appeared one day in the water stain.
David didn’t know what Henry was doing. He couldn’t look, couldn’t beg, couldn’t say anything. David needed to walk out, walk out right now before he grabbed Henry, threw him against the wall and kissed him while jacking him off in the bathroom where anyone could see. He’d glare at anyone that tried to stop him or looked at Henry. Henry was his. Just shifting his weight made his dick rub against his pants and made the hurt that much worse. The pain of being near orgasm but unable to do anything about it. David hissed through his teeth. There was no way he could even walk anymore.
Henry looked back from the bathroom door to David again. He was splayed out against the bathroom wall, clutching at the concrete, eyes closed and looking like he was in pain. David’s cock was outlined against his leather pants. Henry licked his lips, glanced up at David in pain again and did
something rash. Something so out of his normal behavior that even he was surprised. He would either have to thank those shots or blame them after this was over. Henry hoped it went well, but he had done nothing like this before.
He pulled his fingers out of David’s pants and chuckled at David’s moan of sadness. He felt so powerful and in control. David, the powerful attorney, always put together and hot, at his mercy, up against a bathroom wall. Henry smiled, grabbed one of David’s arms and dragged him into the far handicapped stall. David wasn’t moving quick and Henry looked back to see what the problem was. When he saw how David was walking, he jammed his hand into his mouth before he busted out laughing. Walking with a full-blown hard on in tight leather pants was no laughing matter. But that David was doing it because of him, and walking towards him, well, Henry found it a massive turn on, and funny.
He directed David to lean against the wall and closed the stall door. David still had his eyes closed. A patch of skin peeked out between the bottom of David’s t-shirt and his pants. A faint treasure trail of blond hair was enticing Henry. He took a breath, reached out his hands, held onto the waistband of the leather pants and pulled down the zipper with the other hand.
The sound was loud. Henry felt himself blush. He had done nothing so random and torrid. It was exciting. He was breathing faster. He bit his bottom lip and looked up. David’s eyes were on him. Henry was caught by those green eyes so full of hunger and want. He pulled down the zipper again. Henry looked down at the top of David’s dick, still in his leather pants, and swallowed. From what he could see of it, it was beautiful. He wrapped his hand around David’s cock and took it out of his leather pants.
David’s groan was loud and turned into nonsensical swearing and threats. Henry looked up and smiled even bigger. He rubbed his hand up and down the shaft, rubbing his thumb over the pre-cum on top and back down. He wasn’t sure what he would do here, give him a hand job or a blow job, but he wasn’t letting go for anything. The sight of David moaning, mouth open, swearing and begging was so hot that Henry wanted to memorize it so he could pull it back out of his memories.
Henry looked down at the perfect mushroom head, rubbed his thumb over the top and dragged his hand back down. David’s cock was large. It was so perfect though. Henry rubbed faster and squeezed his hand. David moaned louder and Henry realized he could understand what he was saying now. “Oh God don’t stop don’t stop oh no I can’t say that I’ll get disbarred oh God law license law license think of the law license oh God” His face was beautiful. It was the most beautiful thing Henry had ever seen, and he felt like a god that he caused it. “Oh God so good so fucking good I want you so bad you’re so fucking good oh God can’t touch don’t touch law license think of the law license I’m going to cum!”
David’s head bent back against the wall, his mouth wide open, eyes squeezed shut, his body bent back. The long groan would forever be burned into Henry’s memory. It was beautiful. It was art, ecstasy and beauty of the male figure in orgasm. Henry had seen nothing so moving in his life. To know the he had caused that, that he was the reason this powerful and beautiful man had created a Pollack splatter painting in the bathroom, it was heady.
Chapter 5
Henry hadn’t seen or heard from David since Saturday at the bar. Henry smiled while he pulled weeds from around the delphinium. Who knew he had it in him. Henry felt free for the first time since Greg had moved out. He could do whatever he wanted when he wanted and felt great. He wasn’t a slut for wanting sex, for wanting to try new things in the bedroom. It was sad how controlling and demeaning Greg had been. And it was sad that he had known nothing else. He was thankful that Greg had left him. His happiness had grown and his world was opening.
Henry continued to pull pesky weeds out of his landscaping while humming. His phone buzzed in his pocket. Henry pulled his right glove off and pulled his phone out to see that it was David’s office. A thrill went through him.
“Hello?” Henry wished David was right in front of him. He knew David could run into trouble if they had a relationship going on outside the office, but it was so hard to follow that rule. And who knew how long this divorce would drag on. Penny, David’s secretary, had mentioned in an earlier phone call that Greg’s attorney was dragging his feet complying with the discovery process.
“This is Penny Wilkes from Mr. David Bianchi’s office, is this Henry Cooke?”
“Yes it is.” A fly was buzzing around his head again. They were a menace. Henry flailed his left arm trying to shoo it away from his eyes.
“Hold on, David wants to speak to you.” The line went silent but Henry heard a clicking sound every few seconds. He guessed it was their version of hold music.
“Hi Henry. How are you doing?” Henry flushed as happiness and desire washed through him. He couldn’t stop the big grin from forming.
“I’m fine, how are you?” Henry wasn’t sure whether it was ok to talk about what had happened in the bathroom. He was so out of his depth with dating. Henry had dated others before Greg but it was so long ago and no sexual encounters had occurred. He was relying on David to guide him.
“I’m doing well.”
Henry heard a sigh and his smile dropped and stomach fell. What was that for? Would there be bad news?
“I have to tell you that Penny is in the room with me right now. I’ve got her here as a third party to make sure we stay within the boundaries of a client attorney relationship.”
Henry blinked. Wow. David was being strict. Why was he being so strict about that? Who would ever know?
“Hi Henry!”
“Hi Penny. I’m surprised at the supervision of this phone call.” Henry was trying to figure out how to ask why they needed a babysitter when David took care of that.
“Penny has been my best friend for a long time. She’s been with me through college and law school. She came up with this idea to babysit.”
“It’s not babysitting, you dolt, it’s saving your asses. You two are about as subtle as a cat in heat.”
Henry wanted to laugh and die in embarrassment from Penny’s description. Though he smiled instead. His cheeks were hurting he was smiling so big. David’s attraction was so strong that Penny thought she needed to babysit. Instead of the concern he had earlier, Henry wanted to jump around and punch the air.
“Thanks for that lovely description, Penny.”
David’s droll comeback had Henry laughing out loud. He wished he could be there in the room with them. But, as Penny so eloquently pointed out, it would be even harder being in the same room with David after Saturday. He could mark their relationship as before Saturday and after Saturday now.
“Back to the matter at hand, you said you had inherited money. Greg’s side is saying that he didn’t even know about the money. I want to prove that is a lie. Do you think you could find an organization to donate money to, with it being as public as possible? A TV interview, news articles. I want to see what happens.”
“Sure.” Henry had no problem with that. He rather liked the idea. His parent’s money would get used instead of sitting in a bank account collecting more money. And he wouldn’t feel guilty for using money that he got only because his parents died. It was a great idea.
“I like that idea. I can’t think of anything off the top of my head though.”
“Don’t worry, I’ve got ideas. We’ll meet to go over the plan.”
Henry nodded at Penny. “Ok.” He felt like an idiot for nodding his head on a phone call.
“Henry, I’d like for it to look like you’re planning on giving away all the money. I don’t want you to, unless you want to, I want you to give the idea. It should push some buttons if my theory is right about Greg’s motive.”
“Yes. I’ll do it.” Henry was somber. He didn’t like to think of Greg using him. He wanted David to be wrong, didn’t want to think that he had been so blind.
“Great. I’ll leave you to it….I enjoyed speaking with you, Henry.”
Henry sm
iled. “I did too.” He couldn’t wait to see David again. It was a good idea they had a chaperone. Henry wasn’t feeling shy anymore. Not one bit.
Henry reached out and grabbed one end of the oversized check. He stood behind the check but a hospital assistant told him to move out farther so they could see him. Henry moved out from behind the check and gave his fake smile. He hated being in the limelight. He supposed he should have said something when Penny had thought of the idea. It was too late now. He was on his third philanthropic press conference. Plus, these organizations could benefit from his parent’s money. That made his smile real. No matter how much he didn’t like the suit he was wearing.
Photos taken, hands shook and Henry breathed a sigh of relief. That was over $3 million dollars donated with the last being the children’s hospital. Anything to make their suffering and pain go away faster or more tolerable to bear. Henry had requested things with his second gift. Gardening was so beneficial to him, especially after he lost his parents, that he requested a garden and even a plot of land be set aside at each location. Digging in the dirt, nurturing life, seeing daily changes did something to his soul.
Henry took another swig of his water and looked around for Ned. Ned worked at the hospital and told him he’d be there. Henry wished David could be with him as his attorney he figured it would be ok. But Penny had made a good point why would his divorce attorney show up when a client was giving away money? That would tip off their hand that their real goal was to push buttons. So Henry went by himself, but was glad these events weren’t overwhelming. Ok, they were overwhelming but since he was giving away money, and such a large amount, the organizations bent over backwards to make him feel comfortable and communicate all he needed for the press conferences. They even helped coach him on what to say.
