FIC: After Hours, NC-17 (something a little different: original homoerotica)

[missviolet]

Here's something a trifle different - original homoerotica, set in contemporary times. I have been toying with the idea of self-publishing an anthology of historical homoerotic fiction, starting with the Middle Ages and ending in the present day. This would the last story in the collection, set in modern times. I'd love to know what you think. Are the characters believable? Would you buy something like this, if packaged in a paperback with another dozen or so original erotic tales of men loving each other throughout the ages? Or are you content with the free stories and fan fiction that is available on my LiveJournal?

Title: After Hours
Author: missviolet
Pairing: original characters
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: PWP - explicit gay sex here, but you probably knew that!
Disclaimer: Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead is purely accidental.
Summary: Co-workers get to know each other in the office after hours.
Author's Notes: This could be part of a longer anthology of original homoerotic fiction that I hope to self-publish.

That Colin was still in his office at seven was a game, a challenge. Everyone else had gone home; theirs was not a department of go-getters. The hallway between their offices was silent except for Colin’s sighs, each of which vibrated through John’s body in a pleasant little frisson. Colin’s nearness generated an anticipatory thrill as he pushed around paperwork. Distracted, he shoved it all in a pile and leaned his head forward. Eyes closed, he imagined Colin across the hall. Those little sighs were for him, he felt sure. He’d never known such a tease. For months they exchanged secret glances, accidental touches that caused a spark of heat between them. John remembered Colin sucking the stem of his black-rimmed glasses, looking at him with curiously naked eyes, while working together at John’s round table. Heads bent low, voices a low murmur. It would have been maddening, except that John was sure it was all leading somewhere.


There was a quiet snick of the door, and Colin’s footfalls. He paused, and John’s heart thudded. Then yes, he approached and stood in the doorway, hands on hips sweeping his jacket behind him in classic Superman pose. Indeed he looked more than a little like Clark Kent, with his magnificent jaw and lush brunette curls masked by thick-rimmed glasses and indistinct sport coat. There was, of course, the promise, even the threat, of Superman underneath his catlike smile.

There was John, his hair mussed, though it was usually so carefully styled. Colin realized with amusement that he must have been running his fingers through it, perhaps in frustration. He entered the room and closed the door behind him. John’s dusky Mediterranean complexion deepened a hue. He dropped the pencil he had been twiddling. Colin removed his jacket and hung it carefully on the hook on the back of the door. He rolled up his sleeves methodically, locking eyes with his handsome young colleague, who looked at him hungrily. Oh yes, Colin knew the art of creating anticipation.

“Come here,” he said, and John obeyed, meekly, shyly even, and Colin took him by the hand and maneuvered him into the little space between the door and the file cabinet. John’s hand tightened around his. The tension between them was unbearable, but still Colin tarried, his hand lightly around John’s waist, the distance between them proper, like a pair of old-fashioned waltzers.

Because it was new, the pleasure of anticipation was sharp, but a glance at John looking downward shyly convinced him to hasten things along. Poor Johnny was surely a first-timer, and there was a blush to his cheeks, an uncertain look in his eye.

“Oh, honey,” Colin said, without even thinking twice about it, and John came into his arms and lifted his finely sculpted lips, and then Colin was kissing his very own Greek god in a crisp white shirt and tie.

John was eager, but Colin slowly and patiently taught him the art of the tease. Lips soft and yielding, tongue just the barest swipe. Each of John’s exhales ended in a little sigh. Finally Colin opened his mouth invitingly, and then they were kissing deeply with tongue. One of Colin’s hands crept down to John’s ass and drew him forward. He allowed himself a soft groan when he felt John’s cock brush against his. How long had he been hard, he wondered, liking the idea of driving him crazy from across the hall.

“Oh,” sighed John, face buried in Colin’s neck. The throb-throb of their cocks was divine. Colin wanted to blurt out all sorts of filthy things to the fucksome young man who strained in his arms. But there would be other times, not the first time. The first time was for tenderness. His lips sought John’s. “Kiss me," he said, with urgency. And John complied, and felt the luscious slow grind of their bodies, the way they kissed until their lips felt bruised and tingling, and how close he was to spilling over in his trousers, so intense was the pleasure of his best friend’s embrace.

But oh, the thrill of tongue-kissing his straight-laced colleague, whose hands fumbled at his shirt buttons, found their way inside to trace a delicate path around each nipple, was forbidden, and therefore tantalizing. Though Colin was older and had been working at the company longer, John’s recent promotion meant that Colin now reported to him. When they began their flirtation, they had been peers, and now John was the boss, at least, in workaday matters.

In their first intimate moment, Colin clearly was the boss and John the quickly learning novice. For it was only with Colin that he had come to accept that he wanted men, that he felt his relationships with men were on a much deeper level than those with women. Colin was well-versed with the delights of sex with men; there was never a time when he did not know he was bisexual. He loved his wife, a petite little Latvian woman who worked as a veterinary assistant and ran a pet portrait painting business from their home. She did not mind at all his escapades with men; indeed she rather liked it. She knew he had been courting John and he would enjoy telling her all about their encounter.

So Colin was showing John the ropes, so to speak, and the first step was sharing with him all the pleasure that men can give to men. The kissing and the frottage were just to warm him up. He teased John’s nipples, pinching lightly, rolling them in his fingertips. His hands explored John’s finely-muscled chest. John spent a lot of time at the gym, and his body was as sculpted as a Michelangelo statue. Colin explored every detail of his muscular chest, tracing each rib, dragging his nails over his abdomen, but always returning to John’s nipples. He bent low to tongue them, and John groaned in frustration.

“Suck them,” he whimpered, and pushed Colin’s head down, and Colin obligingly tongued and licked his nipples into two little fiery points of pleasure, the ache of which resonated in his painfully stiff cock. But it’s his mouth that he loves best, the deep, wet kisses that leave them both breathless and wanting each other so badly it hurts.

John was practically swooning in his arms, and his hips bucked to drive his throbbing erection more tightly into Colin, his mouth warm and wet and open, begging for a deep kiss, and his breathing so ragged that his voice is just a rasp.

“Come on, Col, don’t tease,” he begged. He dragged Colin’s wrist to his midsection, placed his hand on his cock. Colin squeezed obligingly, savoring the heavy fullness in his hand and John’s dirty moan. He was generously endowed, straining the fabric of his trousers. John was no longer shy, thrusting his constrained cock into Colin’s accommodating grasp.

At last there the most erotic sound that John had ever heard: his own belt unbuckled, his trousers unzipped, and Colin yanking his pants down, shorts too. He was bare-assed against the file cabinet, his rigid cock pointing towards his chest, utterly at Colin’s mercy.

“Tell me the truth, you’ve never had it from a man,” Colin asked, but it wasn’t really a question. “I know just how you like it,” he said, cupping John’s balls so that a shiver ran through his frame. He handled his magnificent cock with undisguised pleasure, feeling the heft and the weight of it, tracing a lightly maddening finger up the thick vein along the bottom. A tight squeeze just below the head made John gasp in his arms. Colin thrust his tongue into his mouth to quiet him.

“Aren’t you eager for it!” he said. He wanted to talk dirty to him, to call him an adorable slut with a sweet fuckable mouth, but he restrained himself, wanting John’s first time to be romantic and sweet.

There was one kind of pleasure that every man craved, and Colin happened to be extraordinarily good at it. He knelt and gently nuzzled the crease of John’s thigh, feeling his hot cock nodding against his cheek. He cradled John’s balls affectionately, and John sighed appreciatively and spread his legs just a little bit wider.

And then his mouth enclosed the ruby head, and he sucked tightly, and John flinched and his head fell back against the cabinet. Colin’s tongue tickled all his most sensitive points, and he sighed with delight while his hips heaved gently to work his throbbing cock into Colin’s eager wet mouth.

“Mmm,” he groaned, and Colin replied sympathetically, though his mouth was full of cock. He was getting off on John’s getting off, which made the whole scene so much hotter. When Colin deep-throated him, John could not stop his fingers from tangling in Colin’s hair, forcing his mouth to take him all in, and then he was fucking Colin’s mouth, unable to stop himself from spinning out of control.

“Suck hard,” he pleaded, and he was thinking, Take it all, you darling slut. For it was only later that they would discover how much they both enjoyed dirty words whispered in heated passion. But for now, John merely begged to be sucked, and Colin obliged, flicking the point of his tongue over the sensitive little spot just below the head, making John swear lustily.

Through the haze of pleasure, John heard approaching footsteps and the jangling of keys. “Stop,” he told Colin, pushing on his shoulders. Colin ignored him and continued his masterful blow job, tonguing him so artfully that John couldn’t help himself, he had to keep shoving his erection into that wet sucking heat. The footsteps grew nearer.

“Ahh,” he moaned loudly, and instead of pushing Colin away, he gripped his shoulders hard, pulling him closer. Colin blew him noisily, with obscene sucking sounds that mingled with John’s groans in an unmistakable chorus of sexual sounds. The footsteps stopped. Panicking, John managed to lean over and grab the phone from his desk.

“Just a bit of indigestion,” he said loudly into the dead line. “I’m trying to finish up, I should be home soon.” He hung the phone up noisily. The footsteps resumed, walked past his office and to the end of the hall. With a quiet chirp the guard scanned the checkpoint, and then there was the slam of a door as he walked down the stairwell and onto the next floor.

“Nice improvisation,” said Colin, pausing in his task. John’s cock was wet and throbbing, and he trailed a finger delicately along the side, and John inhaled sharply.

“Go on,” he said, his fingers buried in Colin’s hair. It was agony to have stopped when he was so close to coming. When Colin resumed, it was all he could do not to tear his hair, the pleasure was so intense. He was deep-throating him, cupping his balls, alternating tight suction with tongue-tickling the swollen head, the slit, and that hypersensitive point just below. John was in ecstasy. His head lolled back against the file cabinets, and his hips heaved gently to plunge his rock-hard prick in and out of Colin’s lush mouth.

“Oh, Colin, oh, it’s… it’s…” He wanted to warn Colin that he was on the verge of spurting in his mouth, but Colin replied with a deep groan that vibrated along his cock. Fair warning, John thought, and he grabbed Colin’s hair and pulled it harder than he meant to, and his cock pulsed and with a moan of delight, he spurted his cream into Colin’s eager lips.

“…coming,” he gasped out in the throes of pleasure. His ass clenched and his cock throbbed out another exquisite jet. “Ohhh, Col,” he sighed, thinking, you lovely cocksucker. Colin finished him thoroughly, his dainty tongue coaxing every last drop from his balls, until his groans and sighs of pleasure ceased and his cock was small and soft in Colin’s mouth.

Colin stood up and immediately kissed him, enjoying the slackness of his mouth, the gentle huffing of his breath as his pulse slowed and he began to come down from his exciting climax.

“Do you want me to, uh…” John asked tentatively.

In truth there was nothing Colin wanted more than for John to reciprocate. Sucking him off, listening to his sweet sighs and luscious groans, feeling his legs tremble and the pulse of his cock as it throbbed in release, the salty taste of his come, the deep moans of satisfaction as his pleasure was complete… all had made Colin rock-hard and eager for erotic relief.

Any other man, he’d have shoved down to his knees already, because turnabout was fair play. But he was John’s first, and that was special. He wasn’t going to make him do anything he didn’t want to do, only he was sure that he’d eventually want to, but all in his own time.

“Only if you’d like,” he said. John bent down to pick up his trousers, and put himself back together. He seemed to be thinking about it, but when he slipped a gentle hand over Colin’s groin, he exhaled in surprise.

“You’re hard,” he said, palming him through the thin fabric.

“I liked blowing you, the noises you made… God, you’re sexy.”

John gently rotated their positions so Colin was against the file cabinet. He leaned in for a kiss, laying his hand on Colin’s chest, kissing slow and easy, feeling how Colin’s breath grew faster. And his other hand, slipped between their bodies, rubbing and teasing Colin’s erection, oh, John knew what he was doing, for all his innocent appearance, he knew just how to touch him, to tease him so that Colin moaned into his mouth with lust and longing.

“Is it alright?” John asked, continue to rub and palm Colin through his trousers.

“Yes, it’s nice, only….”

“What?”

Colin didn’t answer, just unbuckled his belt and unzipped his fly and eased his pants and boxers to the floor, then he placed John’s hand gently on his erection. Obligingly, John tightened his hand around him, and Colin’s cock stiffened in his grasp. “A little harder, love,” he whispered, bucking his hips to encourage him.

And John tightened his grasp, and jerked him just as he liked to touch himself, and found that he was quite good at it. He sighed and his prick throbbed in John’s hand, which made Colin moan.

“Oh, yeah,” he whispered, “like that, just like that.”

“No,” said John, holding his cock, squeezing tightly. “What you did to me, I want to…” instead of saying it, he simply sank to his knees. His tongue touched the head of Colin’s cock lightly. Colin swore and restrained himself from grabbing the younger man and forcing his cock down his throat. He would be patient, but oh, John’s lips were beautiful, and looking downward, he saw the most erotic sight in the world: his erection disappearing into the wet heat of his friend’s mouth, inch by inch, just slow enough to force a groan from his lips.

“Mm,” he sighed in appreciation, and when his cock was buried, John began the lovely tongue-tickling. He was gentle and tentative, and his inexperience drove Colin wild. His lips were so soft, and his tongue trailed lightly over the head of Colin’s cock, and he tickled all around the slit. Occasionally his tongue dipped underneath the head, which made Colin’s breath hitch. His hands rested on John’s beautifully muscled shoulders, for his shirt was still unbuttoned, allowing easy access.

Colin slipped two fingers under John’s chin and gently lifted his head. “Look at me,” he said. Their eyes locked; John’s were startling blue, such a contrast to his dark hair and tanned skin. His mouth was still full of Colin’s cock and he didn’t cease tonguing and sucking as he gazed into his lover’s eyes. Colin felt a wave of heat and lust wash over him, mixed with a burst of affection. His sweet, inexperienced John giving his first blow job - no one would have him like this again. Later, there would be so much more for him to experience. They would go home together, perhaps to John’s place, and stretch out on his white-sheeted bed underneath the ceiling fan, and twine their naked bodies around each other. The anticipation was delicious.

John’s mouth was beautiful, and cocksucking made it even more so. His lips were wet and reddened as they slid up and down Colin’s pole. He began to suck a little harder, and the tight suction made Colin gasp.

“Ohhh, honey,” he sighed, letting his fingers wander through John’s dark hair, and tugging a few strands lightly. He was a fast learner; his tentative licking and tickling had transformed into a masterful blow job. He caressed Colin’s balls, making him shiver, and took him so deep, his forehead rested on Colin’s belly.

“That’s it… oh, yes,” groaned Colin, as John began to bob his head up and down, alternating tight suction with delicate teasing licks, paying particular attention to the swollen head and the sweet spot just underneath.

Colin grabbed the back of John’s head and pulled him in closer; he couldn’t help it, the way he licked and sucked and tickled his cock was driving him wild with lust and pleasure. He spread his legs a little wider, leaned back hard against the cabinet, and felt his orgasm blossoming in the tightly clenched muscles of his ass and thighs. He gritted his teeth, trying to make it last longer, but John applied tight suction in a particular artful way, and the pleasure washed over him.

“Ohhh, Johnny,” he moaned, thrusting his hips. One leg was cocked to allow him to bury his cock more deeply in John’s willing mouth. His fingers scrabbled through John’s hair desperately. He wished he could remain this way forever, his cock engulfed in the tight wet heat, his body trembling with the ecstasy of his imminent release. But he had reached the crest of his pleasure, and with a cry of ah-ah-ahhh he exploded in John’s mouth in blissful release, grabbing the back of his head to force himself deeper into the soft sucking heat.

It seemed to go one for an awfully long time, and he shivered as each jet of come spurted from his pulsing cock. John sucked and licked him carefully, making sure to tease out the last of his come, to tongue him thoroughly and bless him, he swallowed every drop, tickling his softening cock with the tip of his tongue, until Colin pushed his head away with a hard groan.

John stood up, smiling with satisfaction; he knew he’d just blown Colin’s mind. “How was that?” he asked anyway, leaning in for a kiss.

“Wonderful, just wonderful,” said Colin breathlessly. His arms tightened around John’s back and he drew him close, held him firm. John buried his head in Colin’s neck, inhaling the scent of his aftershave and the slight musk of a man who has just come.

They stood like that for a long time, enjoying the feel of each other’s warm bodies. Colin thought that he was falling for the shy, handsome young man. And John’s heart was soaring with the new-found thrill of loving a man, of touching a hard, masculine body, the rough, greedy kisses, the way Colin had grabbed his head, the sexy way he had groaned and shuddered and spent himself in John’s mouth. How lucky he was to have found Colin, just at the point where he was beginning to wonder if being gay could be any lonelier.

“Let’s go to your place,” Colin suggested. They didn’t live far from each other, although both had to be at work early the following morning. Colin wasn’t thinking carnal thoughts, but that it might be nice to sit together in John’s cool, minimalist living room and watch television. Colin could fix dinner, or perhaps they’d order in. He hoped to spend the night but of course, that would be dependent on whether he got an invitation.

“I’d love for you to spend the night, but what will you tell Joanna?” said John, as if reading his mind.

“She’ll understand,” he said. There would be time to explain their unusual marriage later on. Right now the pleasure of walking out of the office with his boyfriend and riding the metro together was foremost in his mind. Getting sucked off in the office was delightful but the real pleasure of John was simply his company. Sitting close together, sharing private jokes, stealing a kiss whenever he wanted to.

They straightened their clothing and John slung his trench coat over his arm and picked up his briefcase. Colin smoothed a hand over his hair and wiped the fog from his glasses. They left the office holding hands, and took the stairs rather than the elevator, so that Colin could stop for a kiss on each of the landings. The night air was cool and refreshing on their overheated skin. Every so often they stole a glance at each other, savoring their secret, a little world to which only they belonged, so fresh and new to even the veteran Colin that he thought it might just be love.