by Vivien Dean
Easily, Sam fell into step beside him. Their arms brushed against each other, and though the smells of the city and the surrounding restaurants filled the air, all Derek could sense was the slight musk of Sam's aftershave. He'd figured out during their first client conference that it was Boss. Every time he'd smelled it afterward, he thought of Sam. Toss in his current state of uncomfortable arousal, and he worried it was going to start taking on other connotations as well.
The night was brisk, and not even all the bodies of various patrons could lessen the effects of the breeze drifting in from the bay. Half a block away from Luna Park, a gay couple passed them, their arms wrapped around each other, heads tilted inward as they whispered and laughed between them.
"Not your style, I take it," Sam commented as they crossed the street.
"What? Why would you say that?"
"The way you looked at them." He glanced over his shoulder. "They look happy, if you ask me."
"I don't have a problem with people being happy. I'm just not a fan of public displays, that's all."
"So if I'd kissed you in the privacy of your office last week instead of outside Satori, are you telling me you wouldn't have pushed me away?"
Sam's intent gaze seared his skin, turning the chill into a fiery race through his veins. "I probably would've shoved you away faster. You walked in right after the judgment. The last thing on my mind then was kissing you."
"That implies it's been on your mind since."
"Kind of hard not to be, when I had no idea you were gay, or that you knew I was gay, or that you'd even want to do something like that."
A red light forced them to come to a halt. Derek shoved his hands into his pockets, trying not to squirm under Sam's continued scrutiny. He'd thought not looking at Sam would take the edge off his racing nerves, but each passing second only made it worse, especially since Sam didn't speak again. The light changed. Not soon enough. He practically bolted across the intersection, Sam's steps doing double-time to keep up.
By the time they reached the parking garage where Sam had parked, Derek had decided the ride home wasn't worth it. He needed to get away from Sam, not spend forty-five minutes cooped up in a car with him. His body wasn't his own anymore. It kept reacting in ways Derek didn't want, getting hard at blatant innuendo, heating from just a look. Images of Sam's full lips sucking at the cheese on his fingers kept plaguing every thought, and his cock ached with the desire to feel them locked around his shaft.
"You know what?" He stopped at the bottom of the stairwell, Sam a few steps above. "I'm just going to call a cab. But thanks for the offer."
Sam stopped as well. "It's not a problem, Rossi. Honestly."
"I know."
"So why are you running scared all of a sudden?"
Though Sam's tone was hardly confrontational, Derek was enough on edge for his irritation to flare. "I'm not."
"You are." He came back down to end on the bottom riser, putting the two of them at eye level. "It's just a ride."
"No, it's not, and you know it. Because you know what'll happen if I go? You'll go up those stairs, and I'll watch your ass the entire way. Then you'll say something that pisses me off, or some kind of innuendo, and I'll end up shoving you against the car because I just won't be able to stop myself this time, and then who knows what'll happen from there?"
Sam grinned. "I don't know either, but it sounds like a hell of a lot of fun."
Derek growled. "Stop doing that."
"Doing what? It's just sex, Rossi. It's not like I'm asking you for a pre-nup."
He stared at those laughing blue eyes, replaying the words in his head. Just sex. Of course, it was just sex. Sam had been blunt about acknowledging the chemistry between them ever since Satori. He'd honored their agreement. If he'd been interested in something more, he would have been more persistent. And if anybody understood just how many hours Derek worked, it was Sam. No person in their right mind would think he was in any position for anything more than a one-night stand, and Sam was as smart as they came. What was wrong with taking what was being offered? They were both grown men. No expectations. Clearly interested. And no more conflicts of interest.
His gaze dropped to Sam's mouth. His own watered.
"Come on, Derek," Sam coaxed softly. "If this is going to happen, you have to make the first move. I am not pushing myself on you again."
Sam might not be actually making the move, but everything he did goaded Derek into responding. It might have been deliberate. Or it might be something unconscious. But Derek didn't have the willpower to resist anymore. Frankly, he was a little surprised he'd lasted this long.
Cupping the back of Sam's head, Derek held him still and leaned forward. Being at the same height made it easier, but even as their lips made contact, he realized he missed having to bend down. He wanted to consume Sam, utterly, completely, until Sam was all he knew, and the other man didn't stand a chance of escaping. But the hot slide of Sam's lips against his, the careful parting and the even more cautious probe of the tip of his tongue, banished those thoughts momentarily. All that mattered right now was this kiss, the hard body straining toward his, and the fact that Derek couldn't remember the last time he'd wanted someone so badly.
Heat flushed through him, obliterating the cool, stale air of the stairwell. When Sam fisted the front of his jacket, his hard knuckles pressed into Derek's chest, and Derek shivered. If it felt that good with their clothes between them, how good would it be when it was bare skin to bare skin? Too good. Worth putting up with Sam's attitude?
Sam sucked Derek's tongue into his hot mouth.
Oh, hell yeah.
Derek tightened his fingers. He didn't mean to make it more, not here, not out in the semi-open, but reason had long ago fled in favor of desire. It had been teetering on the brink for far too long. He was more than a little surprised he hadn't snapped before this. Dropping his other hand to Sam's hip, he dragged him forward the rest of the way until their cocks rubbed against each other, and he didn't have to try and dredge out the memory of it in order to get off.
Sam broke away, panting. He lifted his long lashes and stared at Derek with eyes nearly black with desire, his lips swollen from the ferocity of their kisses.
"For someone who doesn't like public displays, you sure know how to do 'em," he rasped. He tugged at Derek's shirt, backing up to the next stair. Cool air immediately cushioned between them, hateful and mocking. "Let's go make that shoving me into my car a reality."
Derek dragged the back of his hand over his mouth. "I can't."
Sam stopped. "Why not?"
"Because the last thing I need is to be caught with my pants around my ankles, fucking a colleague against his car. It should be the last thing you're interested in, too."
A devilish glint appeared in Sam's eye. "Who said you'd be the one doing the fucking?"
Derek scowled at him. "That's not the point, and you know it."
"So let's take this someplace else. You still need a ride home, don't you?"
"My place raises the same problem I had earlier. It'll take forty-five minutes to get there from here."
Sam chuckled. "And you can't keep your hands off me that long? I think I'm flattered."
In an attempt to try and keep from grabbing Sam again--either to kiss him or throttle him--Derek shoved his hands in his armpits and retreated a step. "We could forget this whole thing, you know."
"So come back to my place. I'm only half an hour if we don't hit traffic."
"And give you the home team advantage? I don't think so." His mind raced. "We could rent a room, maybe."
"By the time we found a hotel, checked in, and actually got into the room, we might as well have gone back to your place." His gaze grew calculating, the corner of his mouth curling in an all too familiar way. Uh oh. Derek knew that look. It meant he had a suggestion Derek wasn't going to like but would prove too logical to immediately dismiss. Sam was a master at those. "How about your office? It's closer, it's your tur
f, and you can kick me out whenever you want. That should be perfect for you."
Derek's first instinct was Oh, hell no. People always worked late. People would see them. The odds of getting caught were too astronomical to even consider. And he had serious doubts Sam was a quiet lover.
But then he remembered his fantasy of bending Sam over the conference table. That perfect ass, bare and exposed. Watching Sam wriggle as Derek fucked him into the surface. The conference table was out, but his desk was a good substitute. And muffling Sam by using his tie as a gag pleased Derek on more than one level.
Sam's gaze dipped to Derek's groin. "Looks like you kind of like that idea."
Derek ignored his aching cock, though he longed to adjust his erection so it wasn't so uncomfortable. "If we do this, it's my office, so my rules. No arguing."
"Considering how long I've wondered what it would be like to give you a ride, I can agree to those terms."
Derek grunted. Jerking his head toward the stairs, he said, "Then let's go. Before I change my mind."
As soon as Sam turned and Derek got another good look at his ass, he knew that changing his mind was never going to happen.
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Chapter 4
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"I cannot believe you're disappointed nobody else is here." Derek slid the key into his office door. "Are you trying to kill your career before it's even started?"
Sam leaned against the wall and grinned up at him. "I think my career is moving along just fine, thank you very much."
"And yet, you'd rather I fuck you with one of the partners in the conference room across the hall." He pushed the door open and stepped aside. "Sounds like suicide to me."
"Nah. Sounds hot." Sam sauntered past, disappearing into the darkness.
Derek didn't let him get far. Before the door shut behind him, he reached out and grabbed the back of Sam's jacket, yanking him hard. It slammed their bodies together, and they both groaned at the impact. Sam ground his ass against Derek, but only in the split second before Derek curled his arm around Sam's waist and blocked him from movement.
"My office, my rules," he reminded. Fisting his fingers in Sam's hair, he yanked his head sideways, exposing the strong column of Sam's neck. His mouth watered. Fuck, but this was going to be good. Better than good. Amazing. Taking a long, deep breath of Sam's aftershave, he closed his eyes and attacked Sam's skin.
A sharp cry escaped Sam's throat. The lock of Derek's arms prevented him from doing anything more than squirm, but he took full advantage of his limited range of motion, wriggling against Derek's already over-aroused body. His shorter height denied Derek the cushion of that gorgeous ass against his cock, but it did grind against his balls, which in some ways was actually better. Shocks snapped down his thighs.
"For the record," Sam panted, "I fucking love your rules."
Derek only grunted and sucked harder. It dawned on him a moment too late that he was going to leave a mark to be explained later, but that was Sam's problem, not his. He almost believed Sam would be proud of the hickey, wearing it as a badge of honor. Sam wouldn't be so stupid to actually name Derek as the donor, though. Nobody would believe for a second Derek would want to fuck Sam into the floor, let alone do it in his office where he could be caught. Nadia, alone, would vouch for how much Derek loathed the man.
But that had been before. Because if he was being honest with himself now, he didn't hate Sam. He hated Sam's cavalier attitude sometimes, and the fact that he was as good a lawyer as Derek. And he hated how much Sam could distract him without ever saying a word. But that was different than directing such a strong emotion at the man himself.
When he released Sam's neck, he blazed a wet trail up to his ear. "Don't think because nobody else is here, you can just scream to your heart's content." He licked along the narrow upper curve, tickling inside briefly before withdrawing. "So you better swear right now you'll keep it quiet, or I'm going to gag you for the next eight hours."
"Eight hours?" Unexpectedly, Sam wrenched his head free of Derek's hold and turned to bite at his jaw. "If you tell me you can fuck me for eight hours, Rossi, I'll get down on my knees and worship you in front of the entire California legal system."
"Down on your knees. I think I like the sound of that."
It was also an excellent way to keep Sam quiet, at least for the time being. Derek loosened his hold on him just enough to twirl him around, then grasped his shoulders and pushed him to the floor. Sam didn't have to be told to do a thing. He immediately leaned forward and mouthed the length of Derek's cock through his pants.
The electricity that had shot through Derek's legs intensified. His knees threatened to bail on him entirely. Tiny undulations rippled down the back of his thighs, disrupting any sense of balance he might have been able to maintain. Derek's only hope for remaining steady was threading his hands through Sam's hair and holding tightly onto his head.
Sam did the same, though his grip found Derek's hips. He switched the suction of his lips to the edges of his teeth, biting back up the length to the tip. Each nibble was softened by the layers between them, but Derek still shivered when Sam bit harder into the head, his fingertips digging into Sam's scalp.
They both worked at Derek's belt. They were too impatient to pull it free, choosing instead to let his pants simply hang open. Sam grabbed his cock first and held it straight up in order to expose Derek's aching balls.
"Oh, Christ," Derek muttered, when Sam dove in and sucked the sac past his lips. His tongue never stopped moving, licking everywhere it could reach, and the pressure weakened Derek's already rocky stance. He widened his legs, hoping that would do the trick. If he couldn't even make it through a simple blow job without losing it, Sam would never let him live it down.
Closing his eyes helped a little, but then he lost the sight of Sam on his knees. The only light in the room came from the streetlights streaming through the window. He really should've taken that extra second to flick the switch when he came in. It had just seemed more important to get his hands on Sam first.
Derek loosened his hold, smoothing the hair away from Sam's face. The angle didn't help. Neither did the fact that Sam still sucked away at his balls. He wanted to see the hunger in Sam's eyes. He needed to know Sam wanted this as much as Derek did. Of course, the fact that Sam kept making greedy little noises in the back of his throat every time he found a new patch of skin he hadn't tasted was pretty definitive proof all on its own.
Sam let the sac go and dragged his tongue up the length of Derek's shaft to the tip. Pre-come beaded in the slit. He licked it away, a smile flashing when more replaced what he'd just taken.
Frustration rushed through Derek when Sam settled for this new languorous attention. "Stop fucking around." Grasping his cock at the base, he took it away from Sam's immediate reach and slapped his cheek with it. "Keep it up, and I'll forget about getting you off, too."
"No, you won't. I won't let you."
"No, probably not," Derek said under his breath. He tilted his cock down as he pulled Sam's head back, angling straight for his open mouth. The urge to forget about being nice and burying himself in the man's throat on the first stroke made him grin, but he took his time, painting Sam's lips with the fresh fluid that had collected at the tip. His hard-on throbbed when that perfect pink tongue darted out and swiped it away. "That's really not helping, you know."
Sam winked. "I know."
They moved in tandem then--Sam coming closer, Derek leaning forward. Hot skin met hotter mouth, and the lips he'd spent way too much time thinking about sealed behind the crown. Derek groaned, but held back from thrusting the rest of the way. Shivers wracked through him when Sam's tongue coiled around the flared head, never forgetting to suck at the same time.
He'd waited how long to feel something this incredible? It seemed inconceivable that they'd wasted two months to get to this point. It only became more exhilarating the farther down the length Sam sank, that clever tongue never stopping, the sounds he mad
e vibrating through Derek. Whatever else happened, there was no way Derek was waiting another two months to feel this again. At least one more time that night, and then, they'd work something out. Maybe a weekly appointment. Sam would agree. Derek was sure of it.
Sam didn't take him into his throat on the first stroke. The side of Derek's hand stopped him from going farther down, but neither one of them seemed in a hurry to get it out of the way. He bobbed up and down, the hand he still had on Derek's hip kneading the tense muscle. It didn't help Derek's balance, especially when he started thrusting to meet Sam's mouth. It felt too good, so good it was hard to imagine anything better.
They kept that pace until Derek's forehead was damp with sweat. He released his cock, ready to pull Sam back to his feet, only to choke when Sam dove down and swallowed him to the root.
"Fuck!" Derek grabbed the back of Sam's head to keep upright, squeezing his eyes shut. He'd been shortsighted. This was better. Sweltering, tight constriction that sent ripples through his cock every time Sam swallowed. The only thing that could possibly exceed this kind of bliss would be riding that perfect ass.
Sam stayed down for long seconds, tugging at Derek's balls at the same time. Familiar tingles shot through his groin, but rather than disappear in the sensations of his impending orgasm, Derek stiffened in alarm. He yanked at Sam's hair, wincing slightly when Sam's teeth scraped along the underside of his cock as it came free.
"Don't tell me you weren't enjoying that," Sam said, clearly annoyed at being interrupted.
"No, I was enjoying it too much. Get up here."
Sam rose, and Derek pulled, and their mouths met halfway in a furious crush. The slight tang of Sam's tongue was a heady reminder of where he'd just been, and even better, a hint of what Derek had every intention of reciprocating. At some point. Later. And then again after that.
