Creative Employment

Tom's large hands grabbed the front of my dress shirt, and threw me against the closed wooden door so hard my head bounced forward. "Ow..." I rubbed the back of my skull.

"You hurt?" He asked, blinking those two massive, deep blue eyes at me. "Shit, Will-"

As a sign to shut the hell up I reached down and gave his balls a light squeeze, causing him to crush his lips against mine and groan into my mouth. I gripped at the back of shirt, feeling those incredible round muscles underneath and moved downwards. My other hand clutched at his bicep as he fucked me with his tongue and I battled bravely back with mine. Oh, if only I could get him to REALLY fuck me with his tongue...

The thought was interrupted by his lips moving down to my collarbone and his cock grinding into mine beneath our underwear, and I arched my back into the door. I had loosened my tie coming into the room and taken off my suit coat, so it was not much work for Tom to undo the buttons on my Boss shirt and find my nipples, giving them at first a gentle squeeze and then a serious twist that had me bumping against the door again.

"You like that?" It was a rhetorical question, he knew by now how very sensitive my nipples were. "Yeah, I know you do." He was now nipping at them with his teeth, giving one a good pull, which had me almost bucking against him.

Running my hands through his short dark red hair, I appreciated the strength and solidness of his body, his beautiful Irish lips and eyes, I wanted to devour them.

"Let me suck you." I breathed, clutching his shoulders as he grabbed my ass and continued to work my nipples. My cock was so hard it was starting to hurt.

With his chin resting against my stomach he looked up at me, eyes full of mischief. "Yeah? Right now?"

"Right now."

"Mmmm, making demands of me?" He teased, nipping at a bud again and running his body up over my groin as he straightened up to press against me and look me in the eye. "What if I won't let you?"

His hand reached up and grabbed the back of my spiky hair and pulled it down, forcing a savage kiss on me before pulling my head back again. When he did that I was enraged, and I loved it. "What if I make you beg?" Reaching down, he stroked me through my pants, and I moaned in a way that was something of a growl.

"I won't beg." I swore, bumping forward against his pelvis, feeling how strained his erection had become. "I don't need to." I pushed him forward suddenly, and he was taken off balance enough for me to force him back onto his desk, ass first. Forcing myself between his legs I pulled him forward by his neck by placing a hand on his cock
And rubbing it slowly.

I leaned forward and licked his right ear. "Still want me to beg?" I popped the button at
the top of his pants, and unzipped them very slowly.

"Fuck yeah, I do." He said, his Boston accent coming out strong, looking stubborn. I lifted my hand, and his arm flew out and he grabbed my wrist, and he smiled devilishly. "But, I'm too horny to be that patient." He kissed me again, short and demanding and I moved downwards from his lips to his neck, my hands pushing down his pants down his strong, muscled thighs.

He was a boxer man through and through, and I enjoyed running my fingers up underneath the checkered cotton and then a teasing finger through the button up fly in front.

"Yum.... "I said appreciatively at the feel of his velvety tool, and pushed his boxers so they followed his pants around his ankles so it sprang to full, impressive attention. His hands tightened on my shoulders, massaging and squeezing.

"Think you can handle that, boy?" Tom said wickedly, and I looked up to snarl at him playfully. This was becoming an old joke between us, and it never got old proving to him again and again that I could handle it and more.

There was neither the time nor the personal patience on my part to warm him up, and he was ‘warm' enough already, so I surprised him by going right in and taking all of his impressive cut cock in my mouth with one smooth motion without a discernable gag.

"Holy Shit, Will – Uuuuuugggghh." I went slowly at first, testing my motion, and then rode his rod up and down, adding a hand to firmly twist his skin from the base upwards in a way that I knew drove him nuts. Licking his satin head, I loved the bump as it hit the back of my throat; it was becoming like a drug to me.

His groans became more pronounced as I did my work, and as his hands clutched my hair more desperately it was clear he was close. Reaching up for my piece de resistance I slipped my hand beneath his balls and touched the spot right beneath his asshole, causing him to spasm with a choked yell and to come, in several strong spurts, into my mouth. Swallowing his healthy-tasting cum I slowly released him, and he pulled me up to his lips.

What Tom did next surprised me, because he had never done it before – he kissed me before I could rinse out my mouth, first tentatively and with more passion taking his own cum into his mouth and swapping it with our spit. When he released me he was blushing, but he looked pretty happy, with half-lidded eyes. I sat on the desk next to him, leaning into him a bit while I caught my breath and took a swig from the water bottle on his desk.

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We stayed like that for a moment, the two of us leaning against the desk with his pants around his ankles and my shirt open. I really hoped I didn't pop a button this time; I liked nice shirts more than I should, and this was really getting expensive. There was the hum of the servers in the next room and the three computers he had hooked up for various purposes, mingled with the lower rumble of the building air handling system. Our breath came out ragged and uneven, and I was enjoying the feeling of his hand on my thigh, relaxed yet proprietary.

"You sure you don't want me to do anything about that?" He was blatantly looking at my erection.

Glancing at my watch I shook my head, despite wincing internally. I might, just might have enough time to stop in the bathroom and take care of the pressure; having him relieve me was much, much more appealing. But I tended to lose track of time when I was with him, and it could turn into another round from which it could take god knows how long to escape from. I'd certainly not want to escape. But I had a teleconference with a major client and then a meeting with our productivity consultant, so it wasn't a mature option. As usual, not as much time with Tom as I would like.

However, this was really was probably a very good thing for both of us, this lack of time. The possibility of my loneliness in this new city making me embarrassingly clingy on this supposedly straight computer hottie was increasing daily. And, well, I'd been noticing a marked upswing in the tendency of my Irish fuck-buddy to over-analyze things a bit, especially in the last week or so. I was somewhat scared of a reactionary "holy shit I'm not gay" moment that might end up with an embarrassing bruise on me somewhere or everywhere and a professional fallout that could have all sorts of ugly repercussions.

Pushing himself off the desk Tom turned away from me to clean himself up with some of the paper towel he kept on his desk, a recent and very smart addition to the room. It was such a sweet, weirdly gentlemanly gesture I had to smile. He was full of them. Of course, I was also admiring his ass before he covered it up. Nowhere had I seen such a perfect ass outside of porn, high and tight yet round, neither too big nor too small. No ass was more made for groping. Did his fiancée appreciate it like I did?

Not at all a good mental path to walk down.

"Hey," his voice was tentative, such a change from his attitude of sexual control a couple of minutes ago I looked up from buttoning up my shirt. His profile was too me and he was taking an awful lot of care just to do up his pants and belt.

"Yes?"

"So, are you, well, really gay?" He got an eyebrow for that one.

"I don't know, Tom, am I really gay?" Pursing my lips I played Mock Angry, amused he was so embarrassed he didn't get the ‘mock' part.

His face turned very red and he turned to look straight at me, brow wrinkled. "No, shit, that's not what I meant. I mean, you're awfully good at this –"

"Thanks, I think."

The humor wasn't lost on him this time. "Asshole." He growled at me playfully, but returned instantly to serious. "I mean, do you call yourself... gay? Do people know?"

It was criminal how adorable he could be, but that dangerous over-analytical aspect of his personality was coming back. I finished buttoning my shirt and started on my tie.

"You mean, am I Out? Yes, I am, at least to those that matter. My family knows, as do all my friends. If they don't, they're not really friends." I looked down, and was happy with what I saw. No one would notice I'd been sucking cock just minutes before, nope. "No one in Boston knows, but I haven't had time to really get out much in the last four months and sow my wild gay oats."

"You like to sow your wild gay oats?" It was such a silly question I decided to take it as rhetorical and ignored it, turning to him while straightening my tie.

"I look okay?"

His face was still strangely serious. "You look incredible, as always."

"Flattery, flattery...." With a small smile and as usual not knowing what else to do when we were over, I slipped out of his office and ran up the stairs two at a time.

There had been a moment there where maybe I should have asked him how gay he thought he was, and every bit of me wanted to ask.

But that was a can of worms that should probably stay closed.

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"Thanks, Jim." I said, leaning back into my chair and twirling my pen in my fingers. "That information helps a lot. We'll have a solid presentation for you by the end of the week, and then we can discuss a roll-out schedule with web services on the end-user site. No, my pleasure. Talk to you next week."

I put down the phone, and looked at the clock with a sigh. No time to call my sister in Madison before my next meeting; had to keep the day rolling.

"Mr. Merrin?" Allie, my highly effective secretary, leaned into the room. "Rich Ferine is here." She was a curvy African American and something of a life-saver; there were many of my new employees who were not happy about working under someone as young as I was, and there were no other Asians in the office. She was firmly supportive of me and kept me abreast of what was really going on with the rumor mill and the complaints, making me seem like far less of a clueless asshole then I really was. This job had been an incredibly speedy advancement, and as flattering and financially lucrative as it was, I was learning a lot about management.

"Wow, he's almost early." I smiled at her. "Thanks, you. Show him in." If only I could ask her to hold him off for 5 minutes, I'd take a quick breather. But the front walls of my office were glass, and everything I did was up for public view. For example, I swore, as usual, that Gina was giving me the evil eye. She's ALWAYS giving me the evil eye.

"For you, handsome, anything." She winked, and a minute later Rich Ferigini strode into my office. A tall, prematurely gray man in his late 30s, he was trim and beautifully dressed as always. He had a Clooney-esque quirk to his mouth, and dark, almost mischievous eyes. It was hard to deny I was attracted to Rich, although after 4 months of work-and-relocation-induced celibacy I could probably work up an attraction to a rock. I was a fan of full-on sex, I couldn't deny it, and I wasn't getting any.

That was my excuse for messing around with a straight boy, right?

"Rich." I stood up, and shook his hand. Giving me his usual languid grin, he sat down and crossed one long leg.

"How are you, Will?"

"Fine, really. So how were our numbers this week?" And we talked over his assessment of our office this week, and what he recommended we do and what might not be necessary. A productivity consultant was a mandate from the corporate capos for all of the different company subsets, and I thought it was an insult to the employees and a bureaucratic nightmare, frankly. But, slowly, Rich was bringing me around. Sorta. After winding around what he thought was best and what I thought was realistic and me taking some notes of new practices to implement (They really didn't appreciate a new director AND new policies, but there was only so much freedom on my part, here), and had ended up casually discussing good restaurants and other small talk issues that made a new Bostonian very grateful.

"So, Merrin." Rich was lean back, a study in how to be casual but professional at the same time. His bedroom eyes were a study in professional ease. I wonder where he got his suits; the black one he was sporting was truly killer. "If it isn't rude of me to ask, aren't you Asian? Why Merrin?"

"Half." I smiled. "My father's white, my mother's Korean. I look more like her in the face, my sister looks more like him, and my other brother is exactly in-between. Non-Asians don't always spot the Caucasian, though."

"Huh." He said, and laid back to look at me with half-lidded eyes. "It's a very attractive mix."

Was he flirting with me?

"Thanks. Hey, do you have any recommendations for a good place to catch soccer games around here? I haven't had the time to get cable, but I miss my fix." Diverting the subject seemed the best plan here.

"I know a few good pubs. I'll take you to them." Rich quirked a smile, and now I was absolutely SURE he was flirting with me. "If you'll let me."

My mind whirled a bit, and I was ashamed to say it whirled around Tom. You're an idiot. I admonished myself. Rich was just a touch too slick for my usual tastes, but I still could bet that he tasted pretty good. As good as Tom? Probably not. But at the very least he was OFFERING himself to me.

"Sure." I smiled back. "That'd be great." We were being very studied and casual with our body language, naturally shaping our words to not necessarily match what we were saying. This was a good thing, as my head sales consultant Phil, who happened to be the biggest gossip on the planet, watched everything I did like a movie. Supposedly he was the old branch head's favorite little ass-kisser, and I had to wonder if that reached to the man's thieving habits.

He both stood up and leaned forward to shake hands. The amount of time held mine was a bit a long for a friendly shake, however, and he let it go with a caress of my fingers. "Let me get your cell number, then, since you can't be in work ALL the time."

You get my mind off my doomed lust and I'll play hokey any time you want me to, baby.

"Sure, it's..."

"So you ready to check out the new protocol, Mr. Merrin..." How he slipped up without me noticing, I don't know, but Tom looked genuinely surprised when he looked up from the binder in his hand to see Rich. "Oh, I'm so sorry for interrupting. We can reschedule our testing session."

"Testing?" I blinked at him. I'd seen no testing in my Outlook that morning.

"Testing the new software candidate for our networking." He gave both Rich and I a winsome smile and a shrug. "But I'll just come back when you're done, and-"

"No, we're really done. Talk to you soon, Will." Rich smiled, walked past Tom, and gave me – oh, no he didn't – a wink before striding out the door. Goddamnit. It would have been nice to have a possibly gay man to show me around this alien place, and Tom had just destroyed my immediate chances. Of course, the problem was, I'd rather be with my IT guy any day, watching soccer or... well, I hadn't had real sex in a long time. And I was pretty angry at him in the moment, probably for several subconscious reasons that were all ultimately my fault.

"You didn't email me about the testing, Tom. What's with the barging into my meeting for something that could obviously wait?" He watched me steadily for a moment, and pulled a face of pure innocence.

"Sorry; I seriously didn't mean to come in when someone else was in here; I just... wanted to show you something downstairs. I wanted to... test something. On the new internal website."

And his blue eyes swept me up and down in a way that had me blushing. I never did take care of that erection..."Testing?" In the last couple of weeks he'd gotten very, very good at certain things.

He smiled that all-American Irish boy smile of his. "Testing."

And Rich was forgotten as I promised to check out the new system in Tom's office within 10 minutes. Twice in one day. The man had me seriously re-programmed.