Title: The One In The Office Author:
Pairing: Nick/Kev Part: 1/1 Series: "The One" Series Rating: NC 17 Disclaimer: Fiction for
entertainment purposes, not to be taken as truth. Warnings: Slash Warning. Notes: It’s been so long since
I’ve written smut that I was afraid I’d forgotten how. Damn. Got this
in my head yesterday while working in an office. Yum! BusinessKev and
BusinessNick are so hot!
~*~*~*~*~
The phones were ringing off the hook. Clients calling, prospective
clients pleading their cases, there was always work to be done.
Especially around Richardson, Littrell, Thomas and Associates. Isabel
was working diligently on the phone, as Kevin Richardson passed by, he
could see all fifteen lines lit up and blinking madly. With a shake of
his head he continued on past the receptionist’s desk to where the
executive kitchen was located. There were four full pots of coffee,
carefully labeled as so not to cause confusion. Decaf for Kyle,
caffeine seemed to make him edgier than usual. Brian liked his vanilla
hazelnut, Kevin would only drink his coffee if it was strong and
without any of that flavoured shit, and the fourth pot was Irish cream.
It was what Isabel drank, and Kevin figured that if she was as busy as
she was every single day, not only with the incoming calls, but also
packages, couriers, schedules, and everything else they had her doing,
not to mention making sure there was
fresh coffee whenever any of them would happen to want it, they
could make sure to stock her favourite coffee as well.
No one could say that Richardson, Littrell and Thomas were complete
heartless bastards.
At least not all of the time.
Seconds later, Isabel joined Kevin in the kitchen to pour herself a cup
of coffee. "Hello Mr. Richardson, taking a break?"
Kevin raised an eyebrow as the cheerful brunette smiled at him. He
chuckled and looked at his watch.
"You know I am. It is ten after three of course."
Isabel put a few spoons of sugar in her coffee and winked as she exited
the kitchen. "Like clockwork Mr. Richardson."
Kevin wasn’t alone for long. Seconds after Isabel returned to her desk,
Kevin could hear someone approaching. The person greeted the
receptionist, got a greeting in response and almost immediately entered
the spacious kitchen. Kevin briefly let his gaze wander up and down the
frame of the new arrival. He recognized the man as Nick Carter, one of
his partner, Brian Littrell’s researchers. Nick was tall with short,
spiky blonde hair, bright blue eyes, full, plush pouty lips and a grin
that had almost all of the females in the firm swooning. He wore khaki
pants and a golf shirt..
Personally, Kevin always wore a full suit to the office. Whether he was
working on site or visiting a client, as a lawyer, Kevin Richardson
thrived on his formal attire. He felt as comfortable in a three piece
suit as he did in jeans and a tee shirt, and with that in mind, he
preferred to dress appropriately inside the office. Brian Littrell, on
the other hand, was often dressed similarly to Nick. Business casual,
only formal when in court or absolutely necessary.
Kevin looked at Nick again and felt his body react. No matter what he
wore, Nick Carter was beautiful, and Kevin could admit that he’d
noticed the blonde on many occasions. "So, how’s the Wilson case coming
along?" Kevin asked, knowing that Brian was up to his ears in a very
messy, high profile case. He himself worked extremely long hours, and
it was common for Kevin to see Nick still at his desk well into the
night.
Nick stretched his neck and sighed. "Better than expected. Just once
I’d like him to take a case that doesn’t require praying for a
miracle." Their eyes met and Kevin could see the twinkle in Nick’s
gaze. Despite his irritation, Kevin could see how much Nick enjoyed
what he was doing. The blonde liked a challenge, and almost always
pulled through. At least according to Brian when he would brag
incessantly about how phenomenal his research team was.
Kevin chuckled and sipped his coffee. It was nearly twenty five after
three and he had to get back to work. He operated on a very strict time
schedule and Kevin had a lot of work he needed to get done. Even though
he had his own team of researchers, a team that had never let him down,
Kevin preferred to have a very hands on approach to his cases. He was
right in with his staff, working on files and going through endless
stacks of notes. So when Nick complained about it, Kevin understood.
"From what I hear you thrive on the ‘hail Mary' cases."
Nick rolled his eyes and blushed. It was true, he worked better under
pressure and a few times had pulled out the necessary information right
at the last minute. "Make a few close calls and Brian’s running his
mouth off to the whole firm."
Kevin rinsed his cup and slipped it into the dishwasher. He pulled a
disposable paper cup from the cupboard and poured himself another
coffee to take to his office. "Yeah, well as much as Brian likes to
talk, he doesn't exaggerate. So good luck on this case, I know you’ll
be making him proud."
Nick wasn’t stupid. He knew who Kevin Richardson was and exactly how
powerful he could be if he really tried. Not that he wasn't powerful
already, but he still had yet to reach his full potential, and Nick
knew to watch out when he did. Less than a year earlier, Nick had
graduated from grad school with a Masters Degree in Political Science.
As much as his parents had wanted him to go to law school to be a
lawyer, he fought it. Law interested him to a degree, but not enough to
make a career out of it. Not on that side anyways. Nick had been
playing basketball with a friend of his and mentioned that he needed to
find a job. The friend said that he knew of someone looking for a
Researcher.
Nick could do that.
His friend set up the meeting and two days later, Nick was shaking
Brian Littrell’s hand and accepting the terms of his contract.
Nick was getting paid to research cases for a law firm he’d never heard
of. Richardson, Littrell, Thomas and Associates.
In law school, Kevin did his co-op placement in a law firm that one of
his professors suggested. After two weeks Kevin was about to quit. Two
weeks later he decided that quitting wasn’t what he needed to do. He
needed to graduate and start his own law firm. His own company which
would be run his way, properly.
Five years after graduation, Kevin did just that. He worked for a man
he hated, all the while learning what he needed to know to ultimately
steal his business right from underneath him. Kevin felt no remorse,
especially when he saw the money he would be pulling in.
It was two years after he started his busines that Nick Carter met up
with Brian Littrell, effectively joining their firm. Kevin was just
beginning to make a name for himself in New York City. Nick was sure
that in time, the world would know who Kevin Richardson was.
Kevin Richardson was the hardest working man Nick knew. He was the
first one in the office most days, the last one to leave. He worked
just as hard as junior assistants did, while most of the senior
administration sat on their asses all day pretending to work. Kevin
expected nothing but 150%, every time all time. He himself never gave
less than 300%. You couldn’t help but respect a man with that type of
work ethic.
Nick nodded politely and thanked Kevin. As their conversations usually
went, they both bid each other a good afternoon and went their separate
ways. Both men had a tremendous amount of work to do and their minds
were already focused on something else.
~*~*~*~*~
It was a random Saturday and Nick looked at the clock. He’d been there
since before eight in the morning which was impressive since he hadn’t
left until after eleven the night before. It was now pushing two in the
afternoon and Justin, the other researcher had already been in and gone
for the day. Nick was surprised he’d even showed up, and after only two
hours of work had mentioned he had plans. He always had plans. At least
he showed up. Brian was working from home that day, and while Nick
fully respected his boss, he knew how distracted Brian got at home.
Sometimes Nick wondered why he didn’t just become a lawyer, he seemed
to do the work of one already, he just needed the pay cheque.
The plan was to go, get a coffee and do another hour of work on the
Wilson file before heading home. He was tired and wanted to get at
least one good night’s rest. He’d be back in tomorrow at the same time,
knowing that when they went to trial in less than a month, they needed
this case solid. Nick was almost there.
Nick ground the coffee beans for the coffee, which was in the grinder
marked "Kevin". Nick knew that those were the strong beans and he was
going to need something strong to get him through the next hour. In the
midst of the noise, he didn’t hear anyone approaching.
"Please tell me that’s my coffee you're making," a voice said,
startling Nick out of the reverie he’d fallen into.
When he turned around, he was surprised to see Kevin standing before
him in khaki cargo pants and a button down shirt. Nick’s whole body
reacted at the sight of Kevin in casual clothing. He’d never seen him
in anything less than a three piece suit and this was definitely a
welcomed change.
"Actually, yes. I hope that’s okay. I need something strong to wake me
up."
Kevin nodded and gave Nick an appreciative glance. The blonde was clad
in a pair of baggy jeans and a tee shirt, that hugged his body in just
the right places. On his feet were a pair of red converse running shoes
to match the tee shirt he was wearing. He looked absolutely sinful and
Kevin’s groin tightened at the sight of him. "I’m not surprised you’re
exhausted. You left late this morning and were in early. Brian’s got
you burning the midnight oil I see."
Nick snorted. "Yeah, well if Justin and Lance would get their heads out
of their asses and realize we wouldn’t have to scramble last minute if
they’d just be here now, I wouldn’t be working my ass off."
"And Brian ...well he thrives on the drama."
Nick had to agree with that, it described his boss to a tee. On the
other hand, he knew that Kevin put more hours in than anyone, despite
having his own researchers. Taking a good look at the other man, Nick
could see how tired Kevin was. How weary his eyes looked and stressed
he was. He knew from talking to Brian the day before that Kevin had
just picked up a very important case. It was a case that not many
lawyers would have accepted, proving that Kevin was the exception to
every rule. He saw the case as a challenge, not a possible hindrance to
his reputation and as high as the cards were stacked against him, and
Nick heard that it was going to be a near impossible win for him, Kevin
was confident that he would win.
"You look beat," Nick commented, sipping his coffee. He was leaning
casually against the counter, trying not to be obvious in his
admiration of Kevin. His cock throbbed, as if a reminder of how little
attention it had been getting recently. Nick had been too busy to even
think about a random one night fling, let alone a steady boyfriend. He
could barely even remember the last time he’d gotten off.
"Big case. My team is nowhere to be found of course, and I’ve got about
five thousand files I have to go through."
Nick nodded. "Yeah, Brian mentioned something about it." Nick rattled
off the names of four very popular cases, similar to the one Kevin was
working on, asking if he’d taken a look at those. With wide eyes, Kevin
shook his head.
"Oh god, of course. No. I haven’t gotten that far." Kevin pounded his
fist on the counter in frustration. "Shit." He spoke softly under his
breath, working figures out in his head before he looked up at Nick who
was still watching him. "What are you working on right now?"
Nick shrugged and rolled his eyes. "Brian’s got me focusing only on the
Wilson case right now. It’s too important for us to lose."
With a frown, Kevin stepped in closer to Nick. "What are you doing for
the rest of the afternoon?"
"I was just going to do another hour’s worth of work and then head
home. Do you need help?"
It wasn’t rare for researchers to lend a hand where they were needed.
Although Brian was nick’s primary boss, he’d done indirect work for
Kyle and Kevin before.
Kevin nodded his head. "Yes. I’ll pay you double whatever Brian’s
paying you. I don’t know how long this is going to take though."
Nick shook his head to get Kevin’s attention. "You don’t have to do
that," he protested. Brian paid Nick well, he didn’t need Kevin
overcompensating, especially when it wasn’t too big of a hassle for
Nick to work with Kevin. He didn’t get to see the other man nearly
enough and working directly with him sent shivers up his spine.
"Oh, I know. But my guys tell me that I’m stingy with my money and how
little they feel they get paid, so it’ll really piss them off that I’m
offering you twice as much, especially when they’re too lazy to get
their asses in on Saturdays."
Nick let out a soft chuckle. "What’s up with that? I mean, they’re your
staff. You’re a partner, you shouldn’t have to work half as hard as you
do. They’re the ones that should be doing the grunt work. If Brian did
half the work I did..."
"I know, you’d be happy. I used to think that when I made partner of a
firm, not even just my own, but a firm in general, that I would be out
playing golf every day while some kid did my work for a fraction of
what I charge. But the more involved I got, the more I realized that
I’m a perfectionist. I’d rather be here, than worrying about how
someone is fucking up my work. Not to mention, I just love to be
working. I thrive on it. The stress, the accomplishment, the drive."
Nick nodded, understanding Kevin completely. He didn’t see the point of
doing a job if you were going to only half ass it. And for him, winning
the case, knowing that his work made a difference was more than worth
the endless hours he put in at the office. "Well, I think it’s
commendable. I think you work way too hard, especially knowing how
large your staff is, but I know that at the same time, they respect
you."
Kevin finished his coffee and rinsed the cup out as he chuckled softly.
"That’s not respect, that’s fear."
"Oh, I’m not saying they don’t fear you, but I know them pretty well.
They’re good guys and I’m surprised they’re not in today. I know how
hard they do work, but it’s because they respect you they work so hard.
If it was just fear, I think that they’d be gone by now. It’s more than
that. They see how hard you work, how determined and dedicated you are,
and that makes them want to work just as hard." Nick looked at his
watch and fought back a yawn. "Let me just finish what I’m working on
now. I have a few notes to make and files to photocopy and I’ll come
down to your office when I’m done so you can prep me on what’s going
on."
Kevin gave a small smile and a slight nod. "Thank you, I really
appreciate the help."
It was nearly eleven when Nick noticed the time again. His plan for an
early night was long since shot and he wondered if he would even be
able to get out before midnight. Just as that thought ran through his
mind, Kevin entered the board room where Nick had all of his files
spread out. "Go home."
Nick looked up at Kevin questioningly. "Huh?"
"You’ve been here since eight this morning, go home." Kevin wanted
nothing more than to go home, but take Nick with him and spend the rest
of the night learning every inch of his body. Of tasting everywhere his
tongue could reach and devouring the blonde whole. Unfortunately, that
was not on the agenda. At least not yet. Kevin had been watching Nick
for months, wondering if things between them would be as hot as his
fantasies allowed. He didn’t doubt that in time, he would have Nick,
and the sexual tension between them only further fueled his desire.
"Are ...are you sure?" Nick asked with a yawn. He rubbed his eyes and
felt how irritated they were. Sleep was definitely in order.
"Yes. Are you going to be in tomorrow?"
Nick gathered all of the files he was working on, putting tabs to mark
his places. He piled them all together and slipped them into his bag.
"Would you like me to be?"
Kevin’s stomach clenched at what he’d like Nick to be doing. Instead he
nodded. "Yes, I need you in."
Nick knew that on Monday morning, someone would be getting a blast from
Kevin. In fact, Nick wouldn’t be surprised if his whole research team
wasn’t blasted for their lack of work ethics and because he hadn’t had
any assistance all weekend. Nick couldn’t help but be glad for it
though, as it had given him the opportunity to work directly with
Kevin. He gave a shrug and a smile. "Okay then, I’ll be in tomorrow."
"Good," Kevin said as he headed towards the door. "See you then."
~*~*~*~*~
The next few weeks were killer for Nick. As hard as he was working on
the Wilson case for Brian, he was also working just as hard for Kevin.
He was making an insane amount of money,
because once Brian heard what Kevin was paying him, he agreed to match
it for fear of Kevin attempting to lure Nick to work for him. It didn’t
matter that Nick insisted that despite how much Kevin offered, he would
not be switching research teams, Brian wouldn’t hear it. He wanted to
make sure that his staff was happy. Nick was too tired to be anything
except exhausted.
It was the Friday before a long weekend and the staff had been given
the afternoon off as a bonus for the hard work they’d been doing during
the summer. Everyone in the office had long since cleared out except
for Nick, Kevin, Brian and a few of Kevin’s researchers. By seven
thirty it was only Nick, Kevin and Brian. At eight, the arrival of
Brian at Nick’s door startled him.
"I thought you left hours ago."
Nick looked up in disbelief. "Me? Leave before night fall?" He began to
laugh good naturedly. Brian joined in.
"You know, you’re too young to be cooped up in here all the time. You
need to go out, find yourself a nice woman ...or man, I know you’re not
that picky, and enjoy yourself. Relax and live a little. I know that
slave driver you have for a boss and I’ll put in a good word for a
vacation for you."
Nick couldn’t help but laugh at Brian’s suggestion. "No, at this point
I’m not picky at all. But thank you, when you do talk to my boss, let
him know that I definitely agree, I do need a vacation."
"We’ll see." Brian winced as he looked at his watch. "Oh god, Leigh’s
going to kill me. I was supposed to be home an hour ago."
"She knows that whatever time you promise to be home, add two hours,"
Nick assured his boss. Besides, she called about forty minutes ago just
to make sure. I said that you’d be late, probably two hours. And I’m
right, by the time you get there..."
Brian chuckled. He shook his head in disbelief. "I swear, you are a god
send. You promise you won’t let Kevin lure you to his team?"
"Brian, let me put it to you this way. I’m staying here if not for the
sheer fact that I’m too damn tired to move my shit to Kevin’s end of
the office. So you’re stuck with me." Nick smiled at Brian’s grin.
"Okay. And I want you out of here in less than an hour. It’s Friday.
Long weekend. Don’t come in until Tuesday."
Nick rolled his eyes and nodded. In theory it sounded like a good idea.
He knew it was never going to happen. "Okay."
"I’m serious."
"I know."
Ten minutes later, Nick was alone again. With one glance to the phone
next to his monitor, he knew that Kevin was still in the office. There
was an arrow next to his name, indicating that he was currently on his
line. Once Nick got the work for Brian done that he wanted finished, he
got up and stretched for a few minutes. He needed to take a small break
before getting started on Kevin’s work. Armed with two cans of coke and
a bag of popcorn, fifteen minutes later, Nick started working again. It
was eleven when he looked at the clock again.
"An hour," Nick laughed. "My ass."
He glanced at the phone to see that no lines were illuminated. Nick
wondered if Kevin had gone home. There was a list of things he needed
to go over with the other man, and Nick got up to see if he was still
in. If so, they could go over his concerns now. If not, he’d see Kevin
tomorrow probably.
The office was entirely silent, such a difference from how it was
during the day when people were working furiously on files, talking to
clients on the phones, typing rapidly on their keyboards. Nick
preferred it like this, when everything was serene and he could
actually hear the thoughts in his head.
As he approached Kevin’s office, Nick could tell that he was indeed
still there. The door was ajar and Nick could see a dim light escaping
from the crack. There was soft jazz music floating through the air and
Nick felt his skin tingle in anticipation. When he pushed lightly on
the door, he saw that Kevin’s large, leather chair was directly in
front of the picture window that was overlooking New York City. The
lights were brilliant, beautiful and the sight always took Nick’s
breath away.
"Kevin?" He softly asked, not wanting to break the calm mood of Kevin’s
office.
Just slightly, the chair swiveled around. Kevin’s tie was loosened
around his neck, the top few buttons of his shirt were undone and he
was sitting back in his chair with a glass of scotch over ice in his
hand. Their eyes met and Kevin gave Nick a small smile before turning
his chair back around to overlook New York.
"I thought you’d have already gone for the night," Kevin said softly.
"Nope," Nick chuckled. "I finished my work for Brian’s case around
eight, and then thought I’d get a few hours of this stuff done before
heading home." He came further into the room to set his folder on
Kevin’s desk. Nick closed his eyes and let the atmosphere relax him. It
wasn’t until that moment that he noticed how tense he was.
When Nick stood right next to Kevin’s chair. Kevin looked over and up
at the blonde, taking in his profile. As if feeling his eyes on him,
Nick turned to look at Kevin, electricity cackled between them.
"Another drink?" Nick asked.. It looked as if Kevin could use one. He
only nodded. Their fingers brushed both when Nick took the glass from
Kevin, as well as when he returned it. The connection sent currents of
desire right to Nick’s groin. Kevin had the same reaction. They
remained silent as they drank the alcohol, watching New York City. When
he finished, Nick placed his glass on the table and walked to stand
directly in front of Kevin, looking at the older man with hunger in his
eyes.
"You work too hard," Nick commented, a coy grin on his face. "You
should have someone else in here, doing this grunt work."
Kevin shook his head. "I tried to woo you to my team, you turned me
down. Showed loyalty to Brian even though it was me that got you such a
fat raise. Are you sure you don’t want to rethink your decision?
Working for me wouldn’t be all THAT bad."
"Brian took a chance on me. I owe him a lot. I promised him I wouldn’t
jump ship. Besides ...if I worked for you ... I couldn’t ...WE
couldn’t..."
They had been playing a cat and mouse game for months, since that first
Saturday when Kevin had asked him for assistance. In a round about way,
Kevin was Nick’s boss and Nick surely wasn’t going to overstep his
boundaries and initiate more. But at the same time, Kevin himself
hadn’t done anything more than watch him hungrily, waiting for him to
make the first move. Nick was tired of waiting. He was tired, sexually
frustrated and wanted Kevin so damn bad that he couldn’t not act on it.
Nick stood before Kevin, legs slightly parted, looking down at him,
questioningly. He watched as Kevin raised his eyebrows before letting
his gaze rise and fall shamelessly over Nick’s body.
His khaki pants were wrinkled, his shirt untucked and mostly
unbuttoned, showing off the tee shirt he wore underneath. He looked
nowhere near as good as Kevin did, but from the appreciation in Kevin's
gaze, Nick didn’t think the other man minded too much. Especially when
his gaze stopped on his groin, where his erection was hardening
quickly. A small smile graced Kevin’s lips causing for Nick’s own eyes
to drop to his lap, where Kevin’s hand had discreetly landed.
Kevin watched as the bulge in Nick’s pants grew. His mouth watered and
Kevin tried to discreetly palm his own hardening erection. When he
raised his eyes, he was pleasantly surprised to see Nick eyeing his
crotch, flash of pink tongue darting out to lick his lips. Kevin
groaned into the near silent room.
Within seconds, Nick fell to his knees between Kevin’s outstretched
legs. If he had any doubt of what he was about to do, they were erased
as Kevin further parted his legs to make room for Nick. He put his
hands on Kevin’s knees, feeling the expensive material of his suit
pants against his palms. Slowly, teasingly he rubbed Kevin’s thighs,
enjoying the feel of solid muscle. He could feel Kevin’s legs twitching
and smiled at the reaction he was having on the other man.
Nick gave Kevin ample time to protest, as he ran his hands up to
Kevin’s waist. He watched as Kevin’s eyes fluttered shut and he relaxed
further into the seat. Kevin was giving Nick complete access. Nick
didn’t hesitate. Before he could stop himself, Nick had Kevin’s pants
undone and to his knees in record time.
Kevin was hard and aching, his cock standing proudly, begging for
attention. There was a few drops of moisture coming from the slit and
Nick swiped his tongue over it, feeling Kevin arch under his touch. "Oh
fuck," Nick whimpered just before he opened his mouth and took Kevin
inside, moving down until he had Kevin entirely down his throat.
Roughly, Kevin grabbed onto his hair, startling Nick slightly. He took
a few seconds to get used to Kevin’s impressive size and started to
move, sucking and licking Kevin’s shaft. He tongued the vein on the
underside, gently scraped his teeth along the sides and lapped hungrily
at the velvety head, all the while feeling Kevin writhe and moan under
his delicious ministrations.
Kevin was dizzy. This was like nothing he’d ever known before and
couldn’t help but wonder where Nick had learned to suck cock the way he
did. His fingers were rooted firmly in Nick’s hair and he held the
blonde’s head still as he jacked his hips a few times, fucking Nick’s
mouth steadily. When he loosened his grip, Nick took that opportunity
to lift his mouth, licking his already wet, swollen lips seductively.
Nick leaned in and pressed his mouth against Kevin’s ear. "If I worked
for you, this would be highly inappropriate."
Kevin groaned, Nick had a point. Even now, knowing that Nick was on his
payroll for consultant work and them engaging in even limited sexual
activity would be cause for alarm. Especially since there were at least
a dozen junior assistants practically killing each other to secure a
spot on Kevin’s team.
"Fuck," he moaned as Nick’s tongue darted down his jaw. His erection
was caught between their bodies, throbbing painfully. To Kevin’s
disappointment, just as they were about to kiss, Nick pulled away and
lowered his mouth back to his cock, taking him all the way in again.
Nick wasn’t sure what was going on between them, but knew that kissing
Kevin might be too intimate. He wasn’t sure what type of person Kevin
was, and if he was anything like Nick feared, kissing on the mouth
would definitely be out. Rather than push the envelope, Nick stayed
firm to what was safe, and that was blowing Kevin.
His balls were tightening and there was a familiar tingling in his
stomach. Kevin knew he was nearing his orgasm and felt obliged to
forewarn Nick. "Jesus.... So fucking good. God, your mouth is amazing
..." He mumbled incoherently. "Gonna fucking come.."
Nick smiled around Kevin’s cock, lowering his mouth even more. It was
as he felt Kevin slide down his throat entirely and his nose reached
the flat plane of Kevin’s stomach that suddenly he was swallowing each
load expelled from Kevin’s cock.
The tightening of Nick’s throat around the head and shaft of his cock
was almost painful it felt so good. The jazz music coming from the
corner was drowned out by the moans of pleasure echoing off of the
walls. Nick waited until Kevin was fully deflated and limp in his mouth
before pulling off and cleaning Kevin off with his tongue. Just as he
wiped the corners of his mouth, Kevin surprised Nick by pulling him up
by his shirt collar and attacking his mouth, licking hungrily at every
crevice.
Nick went boneless in Kevin’s arms, kissing him back hungrily. They
were feeding on each other and without warning, Kevin stood them both
up. Nick was breathless as he tried to stop his head from spinning.
"What?"
"That," Kevin started, growling against Nick’s mouth, "was the most
amazing head I’ve ever gotten. Fuck ... I ...you ..." Unable to finish
his sentence Kevin leaned in to kiss Nick again, not at all affected by
the fact his pants were around his ankles. They were quickly kicked
across the room as Kevin’s fingers worked diligently on the button of
Nick’s khaki pants. "Shirt off," Kevin demanded. Nick wouldn’t dare not
comply.
In a matter of minutes, Nick was entirely naked. Kevin followed close
behind.
"You’re right, maybe its’ best that you stay on Brian’s team. Wouldn’t
want there to be any problems in the office," Kevin rationalized, his
eyes focused intently on the juncture between Nick’s legs at his
impressive size.
Nick reached out to softly cup Kevin’s face in his hands. As determined
and powerful as this man was, he was equally as precious and fragile.
They came together and their lips met in a sweet yet hungry kiss. Kevin
moved them towards the couch along the far wall and Nick found himself
on his back, Kevin hovering over him. There was no doubt in his mind
that Kevin was a top. It didn’t much matter to Nick since he enjoyed
both aspects of sex, topping and bottoming, but knowing Kevin’s
personality type, he suspected that Kevin was a man who liked to be in
control of his life, every aspect of it.
Condoms were produced from a small plastic bag hidden under a cushion
of the couch and Nick was impressed. Kevin smiled and kissed Nick
sweetly. "You just never know."
"Damn."
Kevin was already hard again. He thought he might have had to wait a
little while, or settle for Nick fucking him this time, but just as he
had leaned down to tongue Nick’s nipples, which surprisingly donned
silver hoops that he hadn’t realized the blonde had, he felt his
erection spring back to life and was raring to go again. The condom
slid down his cock and he looked deep into Nick’s eyes while lifting
his legs to position them on his shoulders.
They were wedged on the too small couch. It wasn’t a position that was
entirely comfortable, what Kevin really wanted to be doing was to fuck
him over his desk, ass high in the air, Nick clutching at the wood,
begging for more. But there was time for that later, right now, the
head of his cock had just pushed through the initial barrier of muscle
and Nick was arching and moaning and whimpering so damn sexy.
"Just fucking do it," Nick pleaded. "I can take it."
Kevin nodded and thrust in sharply. Nick yelled, a scream which Kevin
swallowed with a desperately hungry kiss. They were pressed tightly
together, bodies joined and both men paused for a moment to fully
appreciate the moment. When they both adjusted to the sensations of
being so intimately connected, Kevin pulled out almost the entire way.
He gripped Nick’s hips forcefully before pushing back in, causing for
Nick’s eyes to roll back into his head and his back to arch.
If Kevin thought Nick was beautiful before, it was nothing compared to
what he looked like now. He leaned down to cover Nick’s mouth, kissing
him as he thrust forcefully and sharply into his body. Nothing had ever
felt so good in his life. "So ...god ...damn ...hot ..."
The head of Kevin’s cock jabbed at Nick’s prostate and he jerked so
hard he nearly bucked them off of the couch.
"RIGHT THERE," Nick begged. The reaction caused for him to clench his
anal muscles, tightening around Kevin’s cock.
Kevin swiveled his hips, jabbing Nick’s prostate again. Nick was nearly
crying. Kevin saw him lick the sweat off of his upper lip and lost
control, something that had never happened before. Usually Kevin was
always in control, when he came and when the other person came. Even
when he bottomed, he topped, dominating the situation. But right now,
he was no more in control than Nick was and it was a new sensation. Not
one he minded though, because for the first time in his life, Kevin was
fine sharing the control and power.
As he continued to thrust into Nick, he realized that the blonde still
had yet to come. His hand was out in an instant, grabbing a firm hold
of Nick’s erection. It took half a dozen strokes before Nick was
screaming, he slammed into his orgasm like a brick wall. It left them
shuddering, shaking and wanting more.
Nick had pulled his legs from Kevin’s shoulders, wrapping them around
his waist in a comfortable embrace. Kevin was reading on Nick’s chest,
the two men gasping for breath. When he could appropriately speak,
Kevin looked into Nick’s eyes. "Next time?"
"Hmm?"
"Over the desk." He leaned up to press their mouths together in a
steamy kiss. Nick whimpered as Kevin tried to devour him whole. "I want
to see what you look like, ass in the air while I fuck you over looking
New York City."
Nick’s whimper echoed against the walls, louder this time.
"And you know where I’ve always thought about fucking you?"
Nick shook his head. He hadn’t really imagined Kevin had thought too
much about him. At least not to the degree of where they should and
should not fuck in the office.
"In the executive kitchen, up against the counter."
"Executive washroom," Nick said softly, looking into Kevin’s eyes. Nick
had been in there a few times and was amazed at how nice the bathroom
was. It was nicer than the one he had at home, bigger too. "Shower."
Kevin’s lips curled into a grin and he wiggled his eyebrows. "Brian’s
office."
Nick nodded. "File room."
This game could go on for hours. Clearly they had both been thinking
along the same lines for the past few months.
Nothing could have prepared him for what Kevin said next though.
"Although, I think I’m going to wait until you’re ready to go again ..."
Nick was expecting Kevin to say that he would take him again. Nick’s
ass tightened in pleasure at the prospect.
"Then I’m going to get another condom, slide it on you and fucking ride
you." He leaned down to kiss Nick fiercely, grinding their bodies
together. "Ride you until you come so I can throw you over my desk and
fuck you again."
Nick trembled and moaned, his whole body shook in anticipation.
Kevin paused for a second. He sat up and looked down on Nick, one
eyebrow raised. "You’re not on the clock right?"
Nick couldn’t help but smile. "I think I was off the clock oh, about
the time I fell to my knees."
"Good," Kevin said, seriously. "That could cause a lot of problems."
Nick was all too aware of it. "I quit."
"HUH?" Brian was going to kill him. Kevin had to fight not to react.
"Well, it’s either quit working for you, or not ever fuck you again.
So, I’ve enjoyed working for you but it’s not worth it. I’ll have to go
back to working only for Brian."
Kevin’s pulse slowed down and he glared at Nick. The blonde knew full
well what effect his words would have on him. "You should be punished,"
he warned with a snarl.