Personal Assistant.2

Read part 1 here

From the way he waited for me to make the first real move, I reckoned he’d had affairs with employees in the past. In fact, he stayed mostly still while I unbuckled his trousers and slid the zipper down, and merely held onto the edge of his desk when I fished inside of his tight briefs. His cock was nice, about seven inches and cut with a flared head. I’d never seen a straight man with shaved balls, at least one who wasn’t in sex work, so I wondered how he explained it to Mrs. Baker.

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I'm in the part of this story where I don't really know what a satisfying ending would be. Will's perspective, which in my head cannon is after the events of Declan's story, is already published in "Olive Juice," so we know where they end up. I'm open to suggestions.

If you haven't read the previous parts…that's what the tags are for, baby.

“No offense, but I’m going to be sick.”

My parents were both about to scold me for being snarky when Cassie walked in, probably from show choir or something. “What are you talking about?” she asked.

Mom, Dad, and I almost spoke simultaneously. “Nothing.”

Cassie gave us a funny look, and then got a super annoying smirk. “Is this about Declan’s crush on Will?”

Ha ha! With that I escaped upstairs so that my sister could get the It’s-Unkind-And-Unsafe-To-Out-Someone speech. They even made her come tell me sorry, which was amazing. Cassie was so frickin mad.

One good thing about prom coming up was that no one was looking at me or Will. Surviving the week and prom was the only conversation we had. I tried to invite Will to lunch off-campus, but a group of our friends caught up to us on the way.

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 "I mean, of course you don't have to," I began, but Will saved me the embarrassment of giving him an out by coming back to me.

He sat next to me and clasped his hands. "What do you want me to do?"

Was it not obvious? I wanted a fricking handjob. But Will, I was realizing, was delicate. Not like me. I needed to be as gentle with him as he’d been with me. "Just touch me," I replied, placing my hand on the back of his head. Will responded softly when I kissed him. He let me draw him to me again, and as I sat back Will's leg slipped over mine. It was like it belonged there. Like his little noises, like his cum drying sticky on my stomach, like his hand on my neck.

Will's fingertips trailed lightly down my throat, my chest, and slowly over my stomach. My breath stopped for a moment when, with his lips still pressed against mine, Will pulled the  waistband of my warmups away from my hips. It was happening. It was really happening, Will was going to touch my cock. Was I shaking?

“I’m sorry if I shoot immediately,” I breathed when his mouth left mine to start on my neck. “I’m really turned on.”

Will leaned back to look me in the eyes. “Really?”

“Are you kidding? Yes, really.”

He seemed relieved, which was so cute that I kissed him again. This time Will opened his lips, and suddenly our tongues were touching, and holy fucking shit he was really touching my hardon with, like, his bare hand.

“Whoa,” I breathed.

Will pulled back to look at me. “Is that okay?”

I grinned. “Fucking amazing, dude. C’mere.” I slung my arm around his shoulder to pull him into me.

Will sneaked his free arm around my waist, leaning farther onto me in the process. I giggled a little when his fingertips brushed my ribs, but in this position, with his leg over mine, it kind of felt like he was pinning me down. There was room to get loose, but the adrenaline coursing through me made my stomach feel tingly in a new way. I liked it.

Tongue snaking deeper into my mouth, Will stroked me urgently. Before I could tell him it was starting to burn a little, he pulled his hand out of my shorts to spit on his palm, only to go right back to jacking me off. Fuck, that was hot.

“Keep it up; I’m gonna come,” I panted.

Will made an encouraging sound, and let me breathe a little while he kissed my neck. One big gasp of air and I was coming on both of us, clinging to Will and the couch and my balls emptied.

Instinctively I pulled Will down to lay on the couch with me. Like, if I didn’t cuddle him he’d try to run away again. I could reach the shirt I’d flung away earlier, and Will let me use it to wipe us both. We settled with Will’s head on my sweaty shoulder, and I tried to think of something to say.

“Did you, uh…get your Physics homework done?” I asked.

Will could have laughed and gone with it, but instead he said quietly, “I feel kinda weird.”

“Why?”

“Did you want to—” his eyes flicked up to meet mine, then he glanced away. “I didn’t expect it, is all.”

It’s not all, obviously, but I didn’t really want to explore what he was getting at in case it meant we couldn’t be friends anymore. “I’m okay if you’re okay,” I said.

Will smiled a little bit. “I’m definitely okay.”

“Good and…thank you? I guess?”

Now Will did chuckle, and pushed himself upwards. “Yeah, no problem,” he replied with a smile. “I gotta go home.”

He wasn’t making an excuse; any longer and his parents would be calling my parents to get their good boy home for the evening. Will helped me open the windows and he ducked into the hall bath to clean up a little. I, like, couldn’t stop smiling. I don’t know; it wasn’t like I’d planned anything to happen, but now that we’d fooled around and had fun then maybe we could do it again.

“I’m gonna head out,” Will informed me, leaning around the doorframe to nod at me. “I can’t come over until after prom, so—”

“Are you serious?” I whined. “That’s so far away!”

“It’s next week,” Will corrected me. “Aren’t you busy, too? That’s why they moved prom. So that it would happen after the games and meets and stuff but before tournaments.”

Just because he was right didn’t mean I had to be mature about it. “You mean I gotta jack myself off now?” I whined.

Will froze.

“Sorry, was that too soon? Or too much?” I tried to backtrack, panicking a little. “Not cool?”

My friend shook his head. “Nah, you’re good. I just didn’t think…” A grin cracked his serious expression and his ears turned pink. “Can’t believe we did that.”

Afraid I’d put my foot in my mouth again, I just grinned back. Will watched me find my crusty shirt—I was going to have to do my own laundry this week—and approach him. This time when I kissed him Will’s hand drifted up to rest at my hip, holding me in place. It was soft, sweet, with just a teeny tiny bit of tongue.

“We’re still cool, right?” I half-whispered when Will pulled back.

He nodded. “Can we put a pin in this until after prom?”

“That’s still too long,” I grumbled.

This time it was Will who gave me a little peck on the lips. “You’ll be okay.”

He ended up being right. I was okay, better than okay, for the next several days. It felt like this new, exciting, kinda scary, very sexy unnamed thing had burst into my life and I was just trying to get a handle on it. Could we still interact like normal at school? Yes, it turned out. Did I try to get something starting with Will in the back of the library one time? Yes, but I failed because Will was too worried about getting caught. Did he sneakily kiss the back of my neck on his way out of the locker room one time when I was running behind? Also yes, and he had the cheekiest grin on his face I’d ever seen as he bounded out the door behind the other baseball players. I don’t think anyone saw him, which made me look a little crazy when I yelped in surprise.

“You’ve been in high spirits lately,” Mom commented one night. “You got a girlfriend?”

“Nope!” I replied cheerfully.

Dad narrowed his eyes at me with a knowing smile. “Got a boyfriend?”

“I dunno. Maybe,” I said, feeling my face heat up.

Mom whirled on me. “Really, Dec? That’s so exciting! Is it Will?”

“I said maybe!”

“You’re being safe, right?” Dad gave me his concerned face. “I mean, the internet might be a better resource than your mom and I—"

“Well…” Mom gave him a look. 

“Oh, my god! We’re not doing anything!” Did I just learn that my parents knew about butt stuff?

“When the time comes, just know that we’re a nonjudgmental resource,” Dad finished.

“No offense, but I’m going to be sick.”

Personal Assistant.1

 This is part of the Commencement collection—the secondary character in the prom story shows up here as well. I'm giving myself a C grade on this one, even if there are huge gaps that need to be filled. (Living up to the blog title, here).

If you’re going to be the side piece, don’t meet the family.

I can’t even claim that it started innocently. When the temp agency sent me to Envision IT I was doing data entry and scanning old records into the system. Mr. Baker was his own division, something with marketing or sales. He was very friendly with me and touched me a lot, though being a fairly touchy-feely person myself I didn’t mind. It was never inappropriate, just pats on the back or shoulder, or grabbing my arm to get my attention, or thumping my chest when I said something funny. However, he also flirted with me to an extent that I found embarrassingly obvious.

So when Mr. Call-Me-Stuart Baker and I were alone in the office that night, a mere one month after I had been hired on, I was prepared for his proposition.

"Do you have a college degree, Ken?" he asked.

"No, sir," I answered, mostly intent on updating his computer. "I got my GED, but it's tough to find work for more than ten dollars an hour."

"I hear ya," Mr. Baker chuckled. He was full of shit. He had a Master's in some sort of business. "But listen: the Board is talking about making me the exec. Tom is retiring next month."

"Congratulations," I replied. The install was finished. It could have been done at any time; Mr. Baker had waited until the last minute to ask me. I was just waiting for this married father of four to reveal his ulterior motive.

Mr. Baker leaned on his desk, thigh touching my arm. "How would you like a promotion, Ken?"

"That would be great," I answered frankly. "To what?"

"You'd be my assistant," he said. "I like you; I think you're a smart guy and you learn quickly."

Only one of those statements was true. I leaned back in his chair. "I don't know how to use any of those scheduling programs. I can barely use Microsoft Word."

"You could take some night classes."

"To be honest, sir, I don't have the money." That sounded too much like an invitation, but I was a little irritated with this after-hours game that I didn't even want to play. Just say it already.

Nudging me with his leg, Mr. Baker reminded me, “That’s why I want to promote you, Ken. Plus, I think you’re up to it.”

For fuck’s sake, I could see the outline of his erection forming in his trousers. I could ignore it and see how far old Stuart would push, or I could cut the chit chat and just suck him off, or I could play along. I did need the money.

"I'm up for anything," I replied. Inwardly I groaned. More suggestive words could not have sprung from my lips had I been reading a bad porn script. Mr. Baker didn’t seem to mind; he pushed my chair back so he could sit on the desk in front of me, smarmy smile on his face.

En garde.

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 Read part 2 here.

Will hadn't quite caught up to me yet. Maybe he thought I was going to try and smother him with a couch pillow. He wiped his eyes with one hand, still laughing a little bit, and looked up at me.

I kissed him.

All these feelings came rushing through me too fast to distinguish one from another, and they formed a tight pulsing ball in the center of my chest. Together they sang at me, "What are you doing?"

The kiss was brief, maybe only a second or two longer than that first one. Will giggled when our lips separated. I couldn't watch him smile and not smile back. How could anyone, the way his eyes crinkled at the corners and that one dimple appeared, just on the right cheek?

“Was that okay?” I asked quietly. “Can I do it again?”

Back To It

Went on a work trip, then vacation, then had surgery, and now it's typing time. One more episode of Mob Men and then I'm on to the next bit o' nonsense. I'm itching to get some of the shorter works finished and thus the options are:

1. Dreams of a Doormat (what a fuckin' title. Ugh to younger me. Ugh.)
2. Last chapter of the My Neighbor series, which will need a new title because that's the title of every other goddam story. And I think I already said the new collection would be Strange Bedfellows, which isn't great, either—that's gotta be top 10 in the list of I-Write-Porn-But-Look-I'm-Smart titles. I already made a bad ebook cover, though, so what's done is done.
3. The long, single-chapter sequel to Watching Him Back in which Aaron and Crispin are secondary characters.
4. Finally finishing You're Lucky I'm Drunk. This one's tough because I actually like these characters. Neither of them are assholes or dummies, which makes it hard to let the story be a short one.
5. Finishing Will…and letting myself get hammered in the ratings because the main characters never have full-on penetrative sex.

In the meantime, back to posting the bits and bobs of nonsense.

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It's pretty obvious when this was written by the Nintendo references. Not a gamer, you guys. Read Part 1 here

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 Dad sat back and picked up his pen again. "Okay," he said like he didn't think I got it at all, "I just want to act like you've been raised right."

I laughed at that, grateful to be excused. "You done good, Pa," I hyucked, jigging out of the room. Dad's sigh followed me into the kitchen, and I tried to erase my memory of the last thirty minutes.

As much as I wanted to pretend like things were all cool, the next day school was just weird. I felt like everyone just knew, somehow, that Will had kissed me yesterday. He could have texted me sorry, but he didn't, and so—even though I knew I shouldn't think this way—a small part of me doubted that he was sorry at all. Maybe he was gay and just felt like he couldn't tell anyone. Or maybe it had been so long since he’d gotten some that everything just kind of spilled out when I stepped forward to close the door after him. There was a spiky cloud over my head. What if Cassie told in spite of her promise? It would get around so fast. I'd never been bullied, but I could imagine that it would suck. Or maybe the gay kids here didn't have to deal with that since no one really cared. Maybe I should corner one of them and ask, just in case.