FRIDAY’S T SHIRT
Duo peered around the cubicle opening. Heero’s back was to him; he was busy clearing out his desk. Duo coughed deliberately.
“Later, Duo,” said Heero, without looking around.
Duo ignored him and stepped inside. “You guessed it was me …”
“Yeah.” Heero turned with a slight smile. “You should stop borrowing my cologne.”
Duo grinned. His eyes flickered to the large box on Heero’s desk. “The rumour’s true then. Big guys came and saw you this morning and let you go.”
“Reluctantly,” said Heero, dryly.
“Goes without saying,” nodded Duo. “But it’s a pity.”
Heero picked up the box of belongings, hugging it to his chest. “Sure. You’ll have to sort out your own lift to work now. We won’t be able to take lunch together quite so often –“
Under Heero’s gaze, Duo stretched slowly and lazily. His jacket hitched up on his shoulders; his casual pants sunk a little further down on his hips. “Um. Not so sure about that. I’m moving on, myself.”
Heero frowned. “Because of all this?”
Duo moved towards him, blocking the view to the corridor outside. He took the box out of Heero’s grasp and put it back down on the desk beside them. He placed one hand on his lover’s chest and pushed him gently back against the table edge. Underneath his splayed fingers he could feel the quickening heartbeat. “Well, maybe. I’ll be bored here without you.”
Heero thought about hot and fast masturbation in the elevator; Duo going down on him in the staff restaurant; the pair of them taking risks in the Board Room that had absolutely nothing to do with corporate strategy. And that was only this week. He smiled. With Duo, he had never been bored.
Duo dipped his head and licked at the other man’s neck. Heero sucked in a needy breath but didn’t move away. “I’ve already got another job lined up, Duo, to tell you the truth.”
Heero nodded. His cheeks were flushed. “Better money. More challenging opportunities …”
Duo leant in further and one hand slipped between Heero’s thighs. “Let’s take this opportunity to hunt other parts of your willing body, Heero …”
“Willing?” Heero’s voice was hoarse.
Duo nodded. His other hand went round the back of Heero’s waist and dived down into his pants. A long, damp finger nudged between tightly muscled buttocks. Heero’s head went back; he gasped. His legs spread open instinctively.
“Like I said,” murmured Duo, and grinned. He started to unbutton his jacket while Heero imagined what it must feel like to be an animal caught in headlights. He looked down at Duo’s tee shirt.
He loves the cock.
“You wore that to work?” groaned Heero.
Duo was unzipping them both, pushing impatiently at the fabric of their pants. “You denying it?” he hissed.
Heero felt warm hands inside his briefs and his groin ached with sudden, consuming heat. “Well, maybe,” he muttered back, mimicking Duo. “I’ve got the second interview soon, Duo. The job’s not been finally confirmed yet –“
“Plenty of time. Get on the desk.” Heero sat back, his feet off the floor, and Duo wriggled forward between his thighs. His fingers still probed greedily down the cleft of Heero’s ass, but with his free hand he started to rummage in the box of belongings. Out came stationery items, technical manuals, a spare keyboard, lube –
Duo chuckled. With confidence born of regular practice, he unscrewed the top with one hand and squeezed out some gel.
“I was taking it home,” Heero protested. His cock was exposed, rearing out from the white cloth of his briefs. The tip shone a purplish-red and was demanding attention. “We haven’t moved the filing cabinet over –“
Duo ignored him again. “You know how we’ve always christened a new place, a new home -?”
“ – a new cubicle?” moaned Heero, having lost count of the times they’d done that.
“Yeah.” Duo pushed down his own boxers and released his dick. For an indulgent moment, he ran his palm slowly up and down it, nudging his balls with the movement of his wrist. “Well, let’s celebrate your leaving, instead …”
Heero was watching Duo’s hand; desire blurred his vision. He nuzzled up against the other man, slipping his tongue along his earlobe, pressing a hard kiss against his jaw. Then Duo’s cock slid up against his own, hot flesh against hotter, almost as familiar as his own, certainly more exciting. When Duo wrapped his hand around the two dicks, Heero curled his hand around on top of that. Together they started to pump themselves; bodies pressed together from belly to shoulder, arching up with each upward stroke then relaxing back down to caress their aching balls. Two swollen crowns glistened inside the double fist, pre-cum leaking, flesh throbbing.
The sudden noise from the telephone was shrill, the cradle rocking on the table as they thrust alongside each other. Heero reached out to answer it.
“Leave it!” groaned Duo. “So close …”
“Can’t.” Heero swallowed a moan of his own. His cock jerked against Duo’s, throbbing harder now, their hands full of engorged flesh. There was heavy sweat on his brow. “The second interview …? It’s by telephone.”
Duo gaped. He couldn’t have stopped his climax now if the Chairman himself had appeared ectoplasmically from out of the mouthpiece.
“Yes …” Heero’s eyes were closed, helplessly, the telephone clamped sweatily against his ear. “No, now is fine … yes, I’ve had several years experience in that area …”
Duo gasped, pressing his head against Heero’s shoulder, trying to muffle his habitual cursing as he came. His dick spat out over their combined hands and his hips ground fiercely against Heero’s. Warm cum started to trickle out from his fist and down his arm.
Crushed against him, Heero surrendered to the inevitable. His whole body shuddered as his own climax swept through him. Duo could hear the questioning sounds at the other end of the line while Heero tried desperately to keep his voice calm. He saw his lover’s eyes dart open, wide and shocked. He felt Heero’s flesh throb one last time and his seed burst out against their entwined fingers.
“Yes…” gasped Heero. “No, it’s … I’m just excited at the challenge. I’ll be fine to start Monday.” He unwound his sticky fingers from their softening cocks, wincing. “No, thank you …” He stared up at Duo with dilated pupils and mouthed the words again, directly to him. He smiled, wearily.
Duo started to chuckle, his lips pressing damply against the racing pulse in Heero’s neck.
“Yes …” Heero grimaced back at the telephone. “No, call me later, will you? It’s … not easy to talk here, as you can appreciate.” Duo was tracing sticky shapes in his navel, teasing. “Yes, exactly. Professional ethics – of course. Goodbye.”
Duo lifted his fingers to his mouth. “These professional ethics sure taste good.”
Heero reached wearily into the box beside him and dragged out a cloth to wipe the mess off them. Duo stared at it. “Isn’t that another tee shirt of mine?”
Heero sighed, mopping a long string of cum from along the still impressive length of his cock. He shook out the cloth and the message unfurled.
You must be this long to ride.
They looked at each other and laughed.
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