That tone again. He was instantly hard. It was becoming a problem.
“Yes.” He just about refrained from saying ‘sir’ at the end.
“That’s not good, Felix.” Brett’s body pressed into his back, pushing him further into the wall, his cock weeping with delight at the additional pressure. But it was his head that sent him spinning. What was he doing? “Because when you do things like that, all I want to do is push you against the nearest hard thing and fuck it out of you.”
Felix stopped breathing. He had no choice because there was no way those words had just come from Brett’s mouth.
“Did I shock you?” Brett’s face came closer to his, his mouth brushing his ear. “You make me want more than I can have, Felix. I can’t do it. It’s not fair to you. But when you do things like that…” He sighed, the air shuddering from his lungs as he rested his forehead against Felix’s temple.
Felix would give him as many chances as he wanted, which was why he said, “Take me, Brett. I’m already ready for you.”
Brett became a statue for a long few seconds. “What?” he rasped.
Felix licked his lips. “Check my ass. I’m ready and waiting…Sir.”
He expected Brett to let him go and walk away. It was what he was prepared for, so when Brett’s hands reached around the front of Felix’s trousers to undo them, he frowned. When it finally registered what he was doing, he closed his eyes anddropped his head back onto Brett’s shoulder. Cool air flowed over his ass cheeks, and no shame or regret filled him when those cheeks were pried apart so the viewer could see the plug he had nestled in his channel.
“Shit,” Brett breathed, the words barely reaching Felix’s ears. But he heard them all the same.
“Take me,” Felix said again. “Remove it and take me, Brett.”
He stood still, not wanting to make any movement that might change Brett’s mind, but to his delight, fingers gripped the base of the plug. Felix’s breath hitched as he withdrew it a little, his eyes crossing when he slid it back in. He breathed through all the playtime movements Brett made until he didn’t think he could take any more. But he would. For Brett, he would take anything.
“Fuck, Felix. Why couldn’t you take no for an answer?” Brett bit his earlobe.
It was a rhetorical question because in the next second, the plug was out, and Brett was fumbling behind him. He had been hoping Brett was undressing, and when the fat head of a cock was pressed against his pucker, he almost couldn’t believe it was real. There was no way he was living his dream. That was it; he must be dreaming. He had to be. He’d wake up any moment, drenched in sweat and wishing he could go back to sleep again.
But when Brett leaned against his back again, pressing his forehead to his temple once more, he slid his dick inside him with an ease of an experienced lover. Felix welcomed him, and when he was fully seated, he reached for Brett’s hand, linking their fingers, never wanting to let go.
“Take me,” he whispered. “I’m yours.”
Would he regret the words?
Only time would tell.
****
Chapter 6
Brett
What the fuck was he doing?
There was a fucking wedding happening in less than three hours, and here he was with his dick encase in the warmth he could only find during sex. He repeatedly told himself he was making a mistake. But he couldn’t regret it. If it was the only time he could do this—and give Felix what he thought he wanted—then he would do everything in his power to make it good. It had been a while, but he was hoping it was like riding a bike.
While one hand was linked with Felix’s, his other found his colleague’s cock, wrapping his hand around it and stroking. Felix’s breath caught, and Brett filed that information away for another time. Every sound, every scent would be there, in the dark, lonely nights, to keep him… well, not so lonely.
“Keep quiet and still,” he ordered.
Felix nodded against his forehead, and Brett inhaled and withdrew slightly, pushing back in with ease, repeating the action as slowly as he could take. The plug had done its job and made his entry easier. The thought of Felix having been walking around with the plug in his ass just so Brett could take him was a high he never knew he needed.
“How long?” he rasped, trying to keep his voice low. “How long have you been walking around with a plug in?”
Felix met his gaze with heavy eyelids and raised his eyebrows. It took Brett a moment to realise he wasn’t talking because he’d told him to be quiet.
“You can answer, but quietly.”
“Two months,” Felix whispered.