Say Please
Lester was sitting in his office when the door opened. Again. And Becker strode in. Again.
"James, is there any danger of you coming home at any time tonight?"
"I'm busy Hilary, surely you can see that?"
Becker bristled at the sound of his full first name. Lester only called him that when he was annoyed with him.
"James, it is gone ten, everyone else left hours ago and there are only so many guns that I can polish in one evening. I would like to go home and relax and I would like you to come home and relax with me."
Lester didn't even look up from his paper work. "I'm quite relaxed thank you. Look, my jacket is off, a clear indication of my state of relaxation. And unlike some people I don't have to make up work to keep me occupied; I have quite enough on my plate to keep me going."
"I think you misheard me James. You make it sound as though I was giving you an option. I am quite certain that I wasn't."
Lester finally looked up. "I'm sorry, are you mistaking me for one of your soldiers that you can order around? The last I checked I was your boss."
"You are my boss during working hours and they were over some time ago. It’s fair game now."
"Working hours may be over for you, but the pile of paperwork on my desk indicates differently to me. Now if you will kindly remove yourself from my office, I would like to get on."
"No."
"What was that?"
"I said no."
Becker moved quickly across the office until he was behind Lester's chair. Before the other man had a chance to move, Becker had grabbed the chair, pulled it away from the desk and spun it around. Lester put his hands up to protest and let out a small shout.
But Becker was quicker and deftly manoeuvred his way past the outstretched hands. He grabbed Lester's braces and yanked them half way down his arms before reaching around the other man and tying the loops together behind the back of Lester's chair.
Becker straightened and stood back to admire his handy work. Lester was sat in his chair, arms pinned securely to his sides and bound tightly against the back of the chair.
"What the hell are you doing Becker?"
"Oh, back to Becker now are we? What I am doing, Sir, is granting your wish and letting you stay at work. But this way I also get to have my fun."
"Untie me this instant. I am not fooling around now; untie me."
"No." Becker began to pace around Lester in the chair. “You know, I can't see why I didn't see it before; the braces are perfect. You're immobile, but everything that I could ever want is easily within reach."
Hew stopped in front of Lester and knelt down, hands reaching out.
"For a start, buttons," and Becker started to undo the buttons of his shirt. "I can touch you as much as you like and you can't stop me."
As he spoke Becker reached out and pinched one of Lester's nipples between his thumb and forefinger, eliciting a yelp from the other man.
"I know, I know, you always say that your nipples are too sensitive for that, but, well, there’s not a lot you can do to stop me now is there?" and he did it again before covering it with his mouth and using his tongue to sooth the sensitive flesh. Lester moaned into the sensations and a wicked grin crossed Becker's face as he leant back.
"Ah, see, I knew you could get to like it if you gave it a try." Becker put his mouth back onto Lester's nipple, alternately nipping and soothing, while his fingers rubbed and pinched the other one. He could feel Lester start to squirm in his chair and low moans were coming from is throat. Becker switched and covered the nipple his fingers had been abusing with his mouth.
"You sound like you are more relaxed already." Becker said pulling back, a smug grin on his face.
"Fuck off Hils."
"And finally, we're back to Hils. Well that really didn't take long."
"Look just untie me, this has gone quite far enough."
"Oh, I don't think so James, I'm really just starting to have fun."
Becker ran his hands down Lester's chest and moved them up and down the seated man's thighs.
"I've been sitting in the armoury, cleaning those damn guns and thinking about your cock for hours now. I've been thinking about taking you in my mouth, tasting you, feeling you hard on my tongue as you fuck into my throat. And I've been thinking about driving you so close to the edge with my mouth that when you finally can't take it any more you have to fuck me. I’ve been imagining your cock buried deep in my arse, taking me hard and fast; fucking me until I come, still screaming for more."
Becker's eyes had not moved from Lester's crotch as he had been talking and he had watched Lester's erection grow in front of him.
"I think you like the sound of that too, don't you James? Well, if you had let me take you home when I first asked then you could have done all of that and more." He finally looked up. Lester's face was flushed and his breathing was heavy. "But instead we had to go through all of this.
"You’re lucky though, because I still want all of that. I still want to taste you and I still want to feel you inside me."
"Okay, fine, fine, we'll go home."
"Oh no, James, it's far too late for that," and with that Becker started to undo the fastenings on Lester's trousers, letting his fingers brush lightly over Lester's straining erection as he did so.
Lester was shifting in his seat as much as the restraints would let him, trying to get more friction on his cock than Becker was providing.
And then his cock was free, the sudden exposure to the air causing a sharp intake of breath. Becker stared at the object of his current desire and then looked back up to Lester’s eyes. He licked his lips and Lester watched as his tongue moved, leaving a trail of moisture behind. He kept his eyes trained on Becker as the other man dipped his head.
"Yes, oh god yes." breathed Lester.
"I haven't even touched you yet."
"I know. And I’d like you to get the fuck on with it."
"Oh, now you're in a hurry."
"Are you going to keep talking all night or are you actually goi..."
He was cut off as Becker swooped and took as much of his cock into his mouth in one go as he could. Lester gasped and canted his hips, pushing himself further in. Becker groaned around his cock, bobbing his head and luxuriating in the feeling of the thick hardness filling his mouth for a moment, before pulling back and concentrating on the head.
He pulled back the foreskin, exposing the red swollen tip. With an evil glint in his eye he flicked out his tongue, teasing the slit, running it under the ridge, swirling it around the head, until Lester was cursing and straining at his bonds.
"For fuck's sake Hils, are you trying to drive me mad?"
On hearing that, Becker lifted his head, an innocent expression on his face.
"I don't know what you're talking about James."
Becker rocked back on his heels and stood up, taking a couple of steps back from Lester. Lester growled deep in his throat, a familiar sign of impatience and frustration that Becker loved to pull from the man. Becker chuckled softly.
"Patience James. Remember, some things are worth waiting for."
Becker reached down to the hem of his t-shirt and tugging upwards, pulling it over his head and letting it drop to the floor behind him. He watched Lester's eyes as they raked over his toned, tanned torso and he reached into one of the pockets of his combats and placed the contents on the desk.
Then he squatted down, watching Lester watch him, and started unlacing his boots. He took his time, his movements steady and deliberate and he watched an impatient fire grow in Lester's eyes. Finally shedding both boots and socks he stood again, and once more Lester's eyes followed every movement, watching as muscle moved under skin.
Becker unclipped his belt, before undoing the fastenings on his combats as slowly as he had worked on his boots. Finally he lowered them to the floor, taking his underwear with them and stepped out of the last of his clothes. He stood naked before Lester feeling flushed with excitement as he saw the other man drink in the sight of him. He had no self-consciousness about his body with Lester. The man managed to make him feel good about himself just by the way he looked at him with hunger evident in his face.
"Like what you see James?" he taunted some more, his confidence buoyed further by the pre-come leaking from Lester’s cock.
"I want to touch you." Lester's voice was low and husky with need.
"James, we gave up on what you wanted when you wouldn't see sense and come home with me. This is all about what I want now, and what I want it to feel you inside me."
Becker reached over to the desk and picked up the small bottle of lube he had recently removed from his trousers. He took a small step closer to Lester and spread his legs wide. He poured a trickle of lube onto his fingers and reached behind himself. Finding his hole he teased himself briefly, letting his fingers dance around the sensitive skin before pushing one finger inside.
He relaxed his body and quickly added a slicked second finger. Lester was watching him with naked want; knowing exactly what was happening but not being able to see it. Becker pushed his fingers as deep inside himself as the angle would allow and let out a moan of pleasure, closing his eyes and tipping his head back. He knew that what Lester really wanted to see was his fingers working their way in and out of his body, but instead he would just give him the torment of watching his pleasure play out on his face.
Becker's cock was growing almost insufferably hard as he pushed a third finger into himself, working his fingers and stretching the tight ring of muscle. He let out another filthy grown and was rewarded by another growl from Lester.
"Enough Hils, come here and fuck me for god's sake."
Becker lowered his head and looked at Lester, his fingers still in his body.
"Say please. I can keep doing this all day." Becker tried to keep his voice steady as he lied.
"No." Lester retorted through clenched teeth.
Becker twisted his fingers inside his body at the same time wrapping his other hand around his cock and starting to pump it. He moaned wantonly and closed his eyes again as his body began to rock with the sensations he was inflicting on himself.
"Oh for fucks sake, alright. Please Hilary, please come and fuck me now."
The need was raw in Lester’s voice and Becker stopped his actions immediately. He didn't even pause to catch his breath as he moved forward and straddled Lester's lap. He gripped Lester's cock with one hand and guided the head to his slicked, willing entrance. He lined himself up then sank down, impaling himself fully in one fluid motion.
Lester and Becker gasped together and Becker leant forward against the other man as he tried to get his body back under control. His lips found Lester's in a frantic messy kiss and he gripped the back of the chair, the leather creasing under his fingers as he finally calmed down enough to move.
He raised his body before pushing back down again, once more taking in Lester's full length. Lester swore beneath him again and pushed up with his hips as far as he could. Becker began to ride the other man in earnest, pulling up and pushing down, fucking himself hard on Lester's cock. He canted his hips, changing the angle so that each stroke sent sparks of pleasure through his body.
He could tell Lester was close and he released the chair with one hand, bringing it to his own erection. Lester groaned again and continued his litany of swearing as the rhythm of his hips began to falter and, with a cry, he pushed up harder into Becker, coming hard. Becker rode Lester through his orgasm as he felt his own coiling in the pit of his stomach. With a couple more sharp tugs on his cock he unloaded himself over Lester's stomach, head thrown back and back arched.
Spent, Becker slumped forward, head resting on Lester’s shoulder as they tried to get their breathing under control. Neither spoke for a few minutes, the room silent now, except for their huffed breaths and the messy kisses they planted on each others neck and shoulders.
Becker could feel Lester soften and he moved slightly to let the other man's cock slip from his body. He could feel a trickle of come follow and winced slightly as he considered the clean up operation they would now have to embark on.
He pulled back finally and placed a kiss to Lester's lips.
"Life would be a lot easier if you would learn to relax like a normal person you know."