The One With The Workplace Romance
As everyone we worked with could attest to, over the last few weeks, I had sported a perpetual hard on. My shower time masturbation fantasies were getting more and more intense, and although I wouldn’t have admitted it to anyone, I had gone from simply jerking off to thoughts of Zac to attempting to… prepare myself for the sex I hoped I would someday have with him.
If I had admitted that, which I definitely wouldn’t have done even if tortured, I also would have been forced to admit that none of that preparation was really adequate. He was too damn big and we clearly both wanted this too much to consider the fact that adding lube hardly counted as foreplay.
There was just enough alcohol in my system to dull the pain so that the pleasure came out on top. After waiting this long, I didn’t have it in me to ask Zac to stop or slow down. While he stared down at me, a look of what I could only describe as wonder and amazement on his face, I took a deep breath and tried to relax. Once I did, nothing was left but pleasure. I reached up to touch Zac’s cheek gently, hoping to urge him to move.
He gave me a faint smile and finally began to thrust. It felt different than anything I could have imagined, but not in a bad way. Seeing Zac making the faces I’d seen him make with Christina, but knowing they were because of me, was a huge turn on. Even though I’d just gotten off, I felt myself getting hard again, and I reached down to wrapped my hand around my erection. Zac groaned and sped up, his arms flexing and abs tensing as he rolled his hips against mine.
My arm and hand were crushed awkwardly between our bodies when Zac leaned down to kiss me, but I certainly couldn’t complain. He was kissing me. And fucking me. There wasn’t a single thing wrong with my world right then.
All things considered, it really didn’t last very long. I could tell, just by the adorable way his brow furrowed, that Zac was getting close. I grabbed his hand and wrapped it around my dick, and he luckily got the hint. With him jerking me off, I knew I wouldn’t last much longer, either. The closer Zac got to the edge, the more frenzied his movements became. I could have gotten off just on the faces he made and the loud moans that fell from his lips. Between that and his firm grip on my dick, I didn’t stand a chance.
“Tay, I–fuck!” He gasped out, his body going rigid on top of me. He almost looked shocked, like he hadn’t actually expected to come or like he’d forgotten how it felt.
His hand went motionless then, and I secured my own on top of it, effectively jerking myself off with both of our hands. With Zac still shuddering and moaning on top of me, it only took a few quick strokes before I was shooting my load between us, splattering both of our stomachs.
“Shit…” he mumbled, collapsing on top of me and trapping both of our arms between our bodies.
I knew it was an inappropriate reaction. I really did. Yet I couldn’t stop myself from laughing. The word finally kept repeating in my mind as I giggled with relief.
Zac scowled. “You know, Tay, I’ve had some bad sex, but I can honestly say you are the first person to laugh at my sexual abilities.”
“I’m not–it’s not about your…” I managed to gasp out between laughs, but that was the best I could do.
“See if I fuck you again,” Zac mumbled, pouting.
I sighed and tried really, really hard not to roll my eyes. “I’m just happy, Zac. That’s all.”
He eyed me for a moment, presumably trying to decide whether or not he believed me. I managed to stifle my giggles, for the most part, and he finally seemed to accept that my laughter wasn’t a judgment of his sexual prowess. With a mumbled “whatever,” he pulled back and attempted to sit up as he rolled the condom off and tossed it in the direction of the room’s tiny trash can. It landed just a few inches short of its target, and the effort of tossing it threw us off balance.
“Shit!” Zac yelped as we tumbled into the floor, our limbs still tangled together. He blinked at me a few times, then collapsed onto my chest, snorting with laughter.
My own laughter returned, and soon we were both laughing uncontrollably. The fact that we were laying naked on a floor that probably hadn’t been cleaned particularly recently wasn’t lost on me, but in my drunken state, it just made me laugh more. We were both too far gone to move, so we remained on the floor even after our laughter passed.
Zac curled up adorably against me, resting his head on my chest. I ran my fingers through his hair, still a little bit in disbelief that this was our relationship now. Even though we’d been boyfriends, arguably, for a decade and officially for a month, there were still moments when I didn’t quite believe that it was real. If I doubted that this had really happened, I was sure I would still feel it in the morning. I was already feeling it, in fact, so I just didn’t have it in me to move at all, and I let my eyes fall shut.
The next thing I was aware of was a loud banging. After a moment, I traced the sound to the door. It was followed by the sound of the lock turning, and even though I nudged Zac to wake him up, there was no time for either of us to move into a less incriminating position before the door was flung open.
“You two better have a damn good excuse for–” Ruby said, freezing on the spot with her hand still on the doorknob. “Well, I suppose that’s a good excuse.”
There was no point in even attempting to cover myself, although Zac’s body on top of me did a pretty good job of it. His bare ass was still in the air for all to see–and I did mean all, as I soon realized that Cade, Eduardo and Brenda were standing just behind Ruby. The looks on their faces made it pretty clear that they knew what we’d done. If our nakedness didn’t give it away, I was sure the used condom by the trash can and the open bottle of lube spilling onto the carpet were huge clues.
“You guys, ‘workplace romance’ doesn’t mean you actually have to do it at work,” Cade attempted to reprimand us, but his snort of laughter gave away the fact that he clearly thought this was hilarious.
Zac blinked a few times, evidently still too drunk to fully process what was happening. Cade’s voice seemed to snap him back to reality and he scrambled to get away from me, his knee landing squarely on my balls as he did so.
I couldn’t manage anything more than a pathetic squeak, but of course Zac was oblivious to my pain as he attempted to dress himself. Considering the fact that he was still more than a little drunk, he wasn’t doing a very good job of it. The crowd seemed torn between laughing at Zac tripping over his pants and me curled up in the fetal position, cupping my poor, injured balls.
In between laughs, Ruby said, “We’re going to talk about this later. We are so going to talk about this later. Preferably when you’re sober, dressed, and not still covered in substances I don’t even want to think about. Tomorrow would be good. Early tomorrow. And after we talk, you two are cleaning the everloving hell out of this room.”
I was sure there was a joke to be made there about Ruby ripping us new assholes, but at the moment, it wasn’t all that funny to me.
“Now, I would like to close the club up for the night–which is why I came looking for you two–so if you don’t mind, can you please get dressed and go?” Ruby turned to the crowd behind her. “And you guys! Are you expecting a show?”
“More like hoping for,” Eduardo replied.
“Get!” Ruby growled.
Cade and Eduardo scrambled away, but they were still giggling. Just before the door shut behind her, I saw Ruby wrap an arm around Brenda. That was bound to be a fun conversation. I almost wanted to watch it, but I had a feeling Ruby would really rip me a new one then. That thought sobered me up a bit, which caused me to remember that Zac was still here and probably on the verge of panicking. I looked up and saw him staring down at the floor, his clothes on but disheveled. He flopped down onto the bench we had fucked on and raked his hand through his hair.
“Are you okay?” I asked, struggling to pull myself up to a seated position that put me dangerously close to Zac’s crotch.
He shrugged. “I guess this is what I get for thinking my sex life couldn’t get any more embarrassing and awkward.”
Resting my head against his leg, I asked, “You’re not… having second thoughts, are you?”
“It’s a little late for that, don’t you think?” He replied, raising an eyebrow. “I realize I may be a little drunk here, and I realize that may not have been my best performance, but…shit. That was just…” his voice trailed off, as if he couldn’t find the words to say.
He didn’t really need to; the smile that spread across his lips said it all. “I know,” I returned the smile, nuzzling his leg; I didn’t even care how lame I probably looked. He hadn’t stopped me, so I couldn’t have looked that bad. “Which is good, because for a second I thought you were going to get rid of me.”
“After that, you’d have trouble making that happen…although, we might have just gotten rid of our jobs,” he remarked.
“Ruby will calm down,” I replied. “Probably. Or she won’t. But she won’t fire us; she could never replace us.”
With a groan, Zac handed my shirt to me. “Well, come on. Let’s try to make our escape before she sees us again. Or worse, before Brenda spots me.”
“On the bright side, I doubt Brenda will hit on you again,” I replied as I pulled my shirt over my head.
Zac groaned again, but he didn’t say anything else as we finished dressing and gathered up our things. The worst of the mess could wait until we came in the next day, but even I could see that it was pretty gross to leave condom, wrapper and all just laying around. Once we had the room as tidy as it was going to get, we crept back out into the club, hoping to make a quick escape out the back door.
We were nearly there when Ruby called out. “Noon tomorrow, boys! And come prepared to scrub like your lives depend on it.”
“They probably do,” Zac mumbled. Louder, but without turning to face her, he said, “We’ll be here with bells on, Rube!”
“With bells on?” I asked once we were outside.
He shrugged. “Maybe I’m getting into the holiday spirit. Speaking of, I didn’t see what your secret santa got you. Or who they were.”
I chose to ignore him and walked a little faster toward the car.
“Wait a minute,” Zac said. “I got Cade, Eduardo got me… Taylor?”
Once again, I ignored him.
“Taylor,” he repeated, grabbing my arm to stop me. “Did you get your own name?”
“Maybe,” I replied, shrugging his arm off.
“You know Ruby said that wasn’t allowed,” he said. When I didn’t reply, he sighed and asked, “What did you buy yourself?”
I grinned. “A bottle of really good whiskey and condoms that were ribbed for my pleasure.”