by Julian Bloom
"I suggested Alex’s designs for that very purpose, he's the very best designer we have” She praised. The man had an impenetrable mask on his face.
Finally he spoke.
"You know I'm new to this Maggie." He said affectionately. "I need someone experienced, I didn't make my money by throwing it on every Tom or Dick that thought they could be a good designer.” Well that was unnecessarily harsh wasn't it?
"Ethan I-"
“Didn’t you like the designs?” Alex cut Maggie off before she could say anything, the sex haze he had been having for the man totally gone.
“What?” The man asked, looking genuinely surprised, like he didn’t believe Alex had the gall to address him.
“Did you or did you not like my designs?” Alex leaned forward. Answer the question dammit! It was that simple.
“They were nice.” Ethan finally answered. “But these designs are the ones you made for your fall season, how do I know your summer designs are going to be able to match this?
Good question. “Well maybe it’s the fact that I have single handedly designed the fall pieces that you see this company about to showcase,” the words rolled out of his tongue. “I have worked for this company for 4 years now, and within that time our name has gone out there, not just because the clothes I design are wonderful, but because I am a kick ass marketer. "
"Alex!" Maggie cautioned. But he didn’t acknowledge it, this was his future, he needed to fight for it. He kept on going. “In as much as I need your money, you need my creativity, my versatility. That is what’s going to cement you in this industry, because I am a force to be reckoned with.” He was finished, he had pitched himself, fingers crossed.
"I'm so sorry Ethan, he didn't mean-” Maggie started, Ethan held his hands to stop her.
"You are Christian?" He asked looking at the rosary Alex wore around his neck at all times. All Alex could do was nod. He seemed to contemplate for a while. "When can you start?" He asked him, giving him a pointed look.
"I…what?" He mustn’t have heard well, this man actually wanted to hire him? He had gotten an investor? After all these years? The joy he felt at that very moment was immeasurable!
"When can you start?" He repeated.
"I--I could start immediately.” He stammered. At the back of his mind was the birthday party his friends were holding for him, but this was more important, that could wait. At long last he was going to be releasing his very own line! The dream that he had had since sixteen was finally going to become a reality.
"Be in my office with something for me by 11am tomorrow." He said, "I would want you to infuse me in the whole design process, I like to keep my eyes on my investment.” He could keep his eyes on him all he wanted. He was still in shock on how everything was finally coming together in his career. He was happy.
***
The Grand Slam hotel was magnificent. The place had excellent lightening and design, but it wasn’t anything Ethan hadn’t seen before, growing up in wealth had ensured that he had seen the very best of everything. Several people passed him and threw appreciative looks at the pair of them, him and his date--He couldn’t remember her name-- she was exquisite, from the red dress she wore to her delicate physique, she looked like every man’s dream…every man’s boring dream!
God, he was bored! So bored that he had started looking around for anything remotely interesting to keep him awake.
“Your mother tells me you are a prince.” She said. Even her voice was boring! How was that possible? He smiled and nodded, he prided himself on being a gentleman.
Thirty more minutes. He told himself, thirty minutes and I’m out of here.
A loud cheer came from a table at the extreme end of the hotel, Ethan looked up to see someone blow candles from a cake. A birthday? He looked on interested. The party of four was three tables away and partially hidden from view, but right now they were more entertaining than this manikin that was seated before him.
“You guys, aww. Thanks.” The voice of the celebrant carried to him, sounding very familiar. “You didn’t have to do this.” Ethan looked closer and then stopped. That was why.
Alex. His new employee.
His cock stirred. He could feel his jeans bunching, he moved his hands to adjust it. What was wrong with him? He had never felt this way before, earlier when they had been having their first meeting, not looking at him was the only way he could think of to stop himself from jumping across the table and assaulting the young man with his body. He had a certain look about him, from his well-manicured nails to his perfectly threaded eyebrows, he looked very neat, like a guy that loved to spend time and money taking care of himself. But those eyes of his, those very blue eyes had told him that he wouldn’t mind getting down and dirty.
Alex had on the silliest birthday hat he had ever seen, a plain white tee shirt and blue jeans but for some reason he couldn’t stop staring. His lean frame rocked back with laughter as someone in his little group said something. He looked on, there were three girls and one other guy, the guy kept hold of Alex’s hand like his life depended on it. Boyfriend? Huh. He would have thought that the young man would be at home getting something ready for him tomorrow.
“Are you okay?” his date asked.
“Yea, why?”
“You just looked a bit… well… kind of upset just a few minutes ago.” Suddenly he wasn’t so amused anymore. He checked his watch, 25 more minutes! To hell with it.
“Yea, upset stomach.” He lied. “It was lovely meeting you dear.” He said, not bothering to mention her name. “Say hi to your grandmother for me.” He kissed the woman on her cheeks and then walked out. He needed to be home anyways, lots of work to do, after all it was still a Monday.
He had walked to the Grand Slam because it was so close to his penthouse and he had needed the fresh air, so there was no car to collect from the valet. He was at the back of the building by now, the streets were dark save only for a few street lights ahead.
“Hey!” that familiar voice again! He turned around too quickly, bumping into Alex; he had been moving so close, that even now very little distance separated them. Alex’s breath reeked of alcohol.
"Sorry. " He gauffed. Was he drunk? How drunk was he? "So this is how you spend your Monday nights?" Alex smiled boyishly at him, His cock twitched. This attraction was so painful. Weird. “I saw you with your date earlier, she’s pretty.” Really? He didn’t sound like he meant it though, why did that make him feel so good all of a sudden.
“She’s not my type.” He said quickly. Too quickly. Oh god, Why had he said that? Oh no. what if Alex had read the subtle innuendo in that statement. He needed to change the train of thought, fill the sudden silence that had elapsed between them. “Happy birthday.” Ethan said. He didn’t know why he suddenly felt self-conscious, but he did. He ran long lean fingers into extra dark hair.
Alex didn't respond, just stared at him with a strange expression on his face. They were shadowed by a tall building, but far off the road there was some sort of false privacy. Before Ethan knew what was happening, Alex leaned in and grabbed his lips in his.
He tasted like rum. Sweet aged rum. He had been wondering what kissing this man would feel like, had expected him to be gentle because of his gentile frame, he was happily wrong. The kiss was a full onslaught on his lips, bringing wide emotions and feelings raging to the surface, taking, sucking, biting. He leaned in accepting the full force of the kiss, his surroundings totally forgotten, all that existed was what was happening. He wanted more.
Alex’s mid section pressed to his, he felt the bulge there. Someone was happy to see him. He nibbled lightly on his lower lips before tracing his lips down, kissing his face, his beard, his neck. His hands were doing a whole different kind of magic on their own moving on his body with purpose. They went low, lower. His abdomen muscle flinches, waiting with anticipation for what came next. Oh god, he's zipping down my pants!
He didn't know if it was the fact that they were in public that
made it more risque, that made him stand to full attention, but he was glad to be free from the confines of his jeans. "I have wanted to do this from the moment I saw you.” Alex whispered the words between his lips, taking Ethan’s tongue into his mouth and sucking it. Hard.
"You like that, don't you?" His voice echoed in his head as his hands started to stroke his shaft, tugging, palming, moving up and down on it like his life depended on it. God! This was the best hand job he had ever had. He could already feel the semen at the tip of his penis, he was hot and feverish and wanted more.
He held himself back. They were in public for Christ sake. Get it together he told himself. This was wrong, he shouldn’t be doing this with an employee, he had seen enough office romance turn sour to know never to go there, but this felt so good. Why did this feel so good? He needed to stop, what would people think? What would his mom think?
No. "We shouldn't be doing this.” He needed to regain himself, he tried to pull away but Alex just pulled closer.
"Why not?" He asked. "I know you like it.”
I know you like it. God! How wrong he was, he loved it! He was going out of his mind right now.
"Or would you rather I used my mouth instead of my hands?" Oh God! Just the thought of this man’s mouth, sucking him, the hotness of it, his tongue licking him, teeth grazing on his shaft, his full length in his mouth. His throat went dry.
“What about your friends?” he changed tactics as Alex licked his Adam’s apple. “They will be waiting for you.”
“Don’t worry about them.” Alex kept stroking, his mouth doing wonders to his neck, his earlobes, his jaw line. He was so close.
"I love your jaws so much” He whispered as he kissed it. Moving slowly back to his lips. “So chiseled and strong.”
Almost there.
He took his lips back in his mouth and continued his god like worship on it, and then... He bit. Hard. And just like that Ethan lost it. He felt the hot relief rush out of his dick and straight into Alex’s hand.
After his intense trembling started to fade, Ethan couldn’t stand the fact that this might be it, and he wanted so much more.
"You...uhm...wanna come to my house?" Ethan asked before he could stop himself. "It’s just a few blocks away and we could chill." Chill? He sounded like a little school boy. He didn't know why he was acting out of character, all he knew was that he wanted to explore this intense sensation between him and Alex. He needed more time with him, so damm it to hell, he would worry about the repercussions in the morning.
“Are you sure?” No.
“Yea.” He said instead, forcing the panic of what he was about to do to the back of his mind.
"Sure, why not.” Alex said a little surprised. "That could be fun, lead the way.”
They arrived at the house 15 minutes later, when he saw the look on Alex's face, he felt a sense of pride at his sumptuous home. At 11 million dollars, his house was a master piece.
"Nice house!" Alex said looking truly impressed.
"Thanks." He put in his code and opened the door. "Tea?"
"Maybe something stronger.” Alex said. "How about beer?"
"Don't have any, …Martini?"
"Sure, why not.”
Ethan was nervous, he rarely drank alcohol because he was such a light weight, but what he was about to do required a stiff cocktail.
He mixed together a very potent amount of London dry gin and vermouth. He carried two cocktail glasses to where Alex sat. His hands shook a little as he poured, meanwhile hoping to god that Alex wouldn’t notice. “Uhm so… how was your day?” he tried to make conversation.
"You don't have to be polite with me, you truly are a natural born asshole.”
"Why would you say that?"
"First impression.” That amused Ethan, that this man would have such a wrong impression of him. He had just met this man, but he had more feelings for him than he had ever had for any other person. All his life he had chosen not to dwell on this side of himself. He had been taught that having such feelings were wrong, so he always fought them, and never explored them. But now tonight, all he could think about was exploiting this delicious opportunity.
As if Alex could read his thoughts, he spoke hitting the nail firmly on the head. "Why do you have to label anything? If you’re attracted to me and if you want me, why can't that just be enough?” Putting it that way summed it all up, but there were still a few things Ethan was curious about.
"What about your religion?" he asked. "Doesn't it frown against this?" Only just recently the Vatican relieved a gay Catholic priest of his duties, how could Alex have faith in religion when they have shunned him so blatantly.
"That won't make me frown against them.” Ethan realized that all the time they had been talking, Alex had been slowly advancing on him, and right now he was placed firmly between his legs, looking straight into his eyes. His mouth was instantly dry.
"I'm new to this.” He whispered.
He gave a wicked smile. “I will be gentle.”
He didn't know how, but suddenly his pants where completely off, his dick was out and Alex had it in his hands.
"How far do you want to go?" He asked. Hell, all the way. He wanted to feel him pounding in his ass as he nutted on the floor. He wanted to feel his surprisingly very muscled chest pressed against his back, his breath heavy on his neck. He wanted Alex's hands around him, his dick in his hands as he came.
"I don't know.” He lied, embarrassed by his thoughts.
"That's ok." Alex encouraged. "Just tell me when to stop alright?"
"Yea.” Ethan said silently, anticipation building in him.
Alex gently massaged his dick until it was fully erect, he was between his legs, his shirt off and the only other clothing he had on were his boxers. He bent low towards his dick, his lips an ‘O’ shape as he moved closer, Ethan stilled himself for what he thought was coming next, but instead, Alex kissed his cupid arrow, from right below his belly button, he used his tongue and licked it, straight down to the tip of his dick. Ethan quivered. He started planting little teasing kisses on his dick without actually taking it in his mouth, causing Ethan to groan in frustration. His was so hard, it was killing him. He had cum behind the hotel, so he didn't know why he felt this sexually frustrated.
He felt his thick cock surrounded by Alex’s warm wet mouth. Ethan braced himself against the couch, whimpering in frustration as Alex teased his throbbing cock with his teeth. It took him a while to recognize that he was grunting and moaning obscenely, but he didn’t care, this was far too good. One hand fondled his balls and while the other anchored his hip as Alex’s wonderful mouth swallowed him deeply.
Before he knew what was happening, he felt Alex’s wet finger – teasing his asshole in circular motions. What he had felt the first time had been amazing, but this was an entirely different sensation. It became way more intense as Alex slipped his finger deeper into him, filling him with pleasure that shot straight through to his cock.
Chapter Three
He woke up with a pounding headache. What had happened last night? Was he mental, or was he just trying to sabotage all he had worked for to this point. No way that had really happened. But it had, and just thinking about it did things to his body that he hadn't thought possible. He was usually very strict and disciplined, so Ethan couldn’t believe he had let himself get carried away with Alex like that.
He heard a loud ringing noise, what was that ringing? This is what I get for consuming alcohol Ethan thought, where was it coming from? Somebody please make it stop! It took him a while to realize that he was the only person around, Alex was gone.
The ringing persisted and slowly became clearer, Taylor Swift’s voice reached him as she sang on about another failed relationship. Where was his phone? He sat up in bed and looked around for it, spotting it protruding from his jeans that lay on the floor. He got up from bed to answer the phone.
“Hello.” His voice sounded aged, unused, like he hadn’t spoken in a whil
e.
“Penny’s grandmother told me you walked out on her in the middle of your date.” His mother’s voice was sharp and disapproving. “Was something wrong with her?”
“She’s not my type.”
“What exactly is your type then Ethan, because that girl is every man’s type.” Not this man, last night’s escapade played in slow motion in his head. That wasn't his first gay experience, he’d had one during summer break—when his father had walked in on them --he had been very young and inexperienced, but last night was the first time it happened as a grown man. And he had loved it.
I know you like it.
Alex’s voice echoed in his head. He wanted to feel his hands on him again, his mouth driving him crazy like last time. But no. He couldn't do this. He wouldn't do this. But yet the memories remained with him. His hands were firmly on his dick, stroking the shaft, bringing him so close and then stopping. No, no.
“Are you there honey?” his mother asked after not getting a reply from him.
“Yes mother.” Ethan jumped out of bed. He shouldn't have thoughts like this, he knew being gay was now conventionally acceptable, but being the son of a business tycoon meant there were things that were not acceptable for him, and this was one of them.
He could still remember the shock and anger on his father’s face on that unfaithful day. He had taught him from that moment that what he was feeling was wrong and should be controlled. But it hadn't felt wrong. He ended the call with his mother and walked into his bathroom. He headed for the sink and splashed water on his face, using his calming technique, breathing in deeply while staring at his form in the wide mirror, then breathing out.
He was in charge, he was an authoritarian boss, and he was not going to let last night repeat itself.
***
Last night had been phenomenal for Alex, he couldn’t remember another time when he had so much enjoyment, and felt so happy. They hadn’t even had hardcore sex but it by far ranking top on his list. Ethan had been so adorable in his innocence, and him being drunk was way more fun than the typical stuffy Ethan who took everything so seriously. He was already envisioning them spending more time together–something he didn’t do when it came to relationships–even though there was a little voice at the back of his mind telling him not to mess with Ethan, he was his boss after all, his investor. Things could go south real fast if he wasn’t careful.
