Chapter Five
Liam was pacing the office like a caged lion by the time Jason arrived. He hadn't really had time to think about what he was going to do when Jason arrived before the other man slammed open the door to his office.
Jason's eyes were wide and concerned, and he was breathing hard. Liam took a moment to gather his thoughts to speak, transfixed by the movements of Jason's chest, picturing the same gasping movement under his hands.
Over Jason’s shoulder, through the half-open door, Liam could see Charlotte staring at them wide-eyed. Liam felt a sudden, irrational surge of fury. He was incredibly fed up of being stared at, being judged, for his relationship with Jason. The fact that they weren't even in a real relationship made the judgement sting all the more. He had a feeling any judgement would be easy to take if he could take comfort in Jason's arms.
Without thinking, Liam stormed forward and slammed the office door shut over Jason's shoulder. He reached down with his other hand and locked it. It was only once he was done assuring their privacy that Liam noticed the position his hands were in. One arm was planted firmly above Jason's shoulder, while the other was holding the lock, his forearm practically resting on Jason's hip.
Liam swallowed. Their faces were very close together. When he looked into Jason’s eyes, his pupils were blown wide. For a wild moment Liam almost thought Jason was on some kind of drug, before he realized with a jolt of arousal that Jason was almost as turned on as he was.
“You got here fast,” Liam said roughly.
Jason swallowed. “You seemed like you needed me.”
“I do,” Liam said, and leaned forward to capture Jason’s mouth in a desperate kiss.
There was a heart-stopping moment when Liam thought for sure Jason wouldn't kiss him back, but then Jason moaned and swiped his tongue against Liam’s lips.
Making out with Jason was by far the hottest thing Liam had ever done. Jason's hands roamed everywhere, digging his nails into Liam's back, grabbing Liam’s ass while Liam pressed him up against the office door. At one point, Liam actually saw stars behind his closed eyelids when Jason gripped Liam's shoulders and bucked his own hips forward, grinding their erections together.
“Fuck,” Liam said breathlessly. “Do that again.”
Jason pulled back from the kiss and gave Liam that crooked smile. Excruciatingly slowly, he rolled his hips against Liam's again. Liam gasped and pressed his face into Jason’s neck. As Jason kept up the pressure between their hips, Liam nipped and sucked at the sensitive skin behind Jason’s ear and ran his hands up and down Jason’s sides.
“Fuck,” Liam said again, as Jason grabbed his ass to grind against him more effectively. “Fuck, I want you.”
“I can tell,” Jason murmured lustfully into Liam's ear. “How do you want me?”
The words left Liam paralyzed by indecision. The fact that it was Jason saying those words, plus the delicious friction against his erection, meant he could barely think, let alone make a decision.
“I don't…I don't know,” Liam managed at last. “Fuck…please, just anything you want, this feels so good, Jason…”
“Okay, it's okay,” Jason said, burrowing his hands under Liam’s shirt and smoothing his fever-hot skin. “I'll take care of you.”
With a sudden movement that Liam was completely unable to anticipate, Jason twisted his hips and flipped their positions so that Liam was pressed up against his office door.
Jason smiled up at him through those long, long eyelashes and sank gracefully to his knees in front of Liam.
“Oh, Christ,” Liam managed. This had to be some kind of dream.
“Do you want this?” Jason asked in a low, velvety voice as his fingers caressed Liam’s inner thigh.
The teasing was almost more than Liam could bear. “Yes,” he gasped. “Yes, Jason, yes.”
Jason smiled, and began undoing Liam's belt. Liam dropped his head back against the office door with a helpless thunk. If Jason did this, he was actually going to die. This man would be the death of him.
Jason pulled his cock free of its confines, and Liam was almost embarrassingly hard. He couldn't even look at Jason, suddenly sure Jason would laugh at how pathetic he was and leave.
Instead, Jason made an appreciative noise and gave the head a teasing lick. Liam's hips jerked forward almost unintentionally.
“Stay still,” Jason said with a soft laugh. “I'm getting there, I promise.”
Liam heard himself make a high, whining sort of noise. It almost surprised him in how...sexual he sounded. He didn't usually make any noise during sex, feeling too embarrassed. But with Jason, it was different. Things were always different with Jason.
Liam's train of thought was completely cut off by Jason's mouth engulfing his cock in wet heat. Liam's hands slammed back against the door and he gasped, breath ragged. The sensation was overwhelming, and it was all the more overwhelming because it was Jason who was doing this to him. Jason's tongue swirling around the head of his cock, Jason’s fingertips teasing his balls, and Jason, Jason, Jason all around him and on his knees before him.
Liam managed to open his eyes and look down, and the sight of it undid him completely. He could feel his orgasm building at the base of his spine and tried to warn Jason.
“Jason,” he hissed, resting a hand on the other man’s shoulder. “I'm gonna—”
But Jason curled a hand around his thigh and didn't pull away. That was what sent Liam over the edge, biting his fist to keep himself quiet.
Jason leaned back on his heels and wiped his mouth neatly with the back of his hand. Liam, despite feeling completely boneless after such a fantastic orgasm, couldn't fail to notice the tent in Jason's pants. If he hadn't only just cum, the idea that Jason was turned on from blowing him would have had him hard again in seconds.
“Come up here,” he said roughly, pulling Jason up by his shirt. “Come up here and kiss me.”
Jason obliged, pressing his lips to Liam's and sliding his hand around Liam’s neck. Liam realized he could taste himself in Jason’s mouth. It was a bitter, unfamiliar taste—but not necessarily unpleasant. In fact, it was kind of a turn on.
“Christ,” Liam murmured in between kisses, “what are you doing to me?”
Jason just laughed, but that laugh turned into a helpless moan when Liam's hand experimentally rubbed against Jason's erection.
“I want to make you cum,” Liam said. He was never usually so open about his desires, but something about being with Jason had dissolved all of his inhibitions. “Show me how?”
“Fuck,” Jason murmured as he helped Liam undo his belt and zipper. “Do you have any idea how hot you are?”
“No,” Liam confessed. He didn't add that he didn’t know why Jason was bothering with him when Liam had no idea what he was doing.
“Well,” Jason said, struggling to get his words out as Liam's fist closed around his cock. “I can show you. I'm so fucking close already, just from touching you Liam, just from having your cock in my mouth.”
Liam groaned. Those were potentially the hottest words ever spoken. He moved his hand experimentally, and Jason’s grip on the back of his neck tightened.
“Oh fuck,” Jason gasped. “Liam.”
Liam felt his mouth go dry at the lust in those words. He resolved to make Jason feel as good as Jason had made him feel and moved his hand again.
It was odd, doing this from a different angle. It took Liam a little while to get into the rhythm of it, but when he did, he pressed his lips against Jason and kissed him as filthily as he could, nipping Jason's lips and plundering his mouth with his tongue. He relished the feeling of Jason shuddering against him and coming apart. If he could spend the rest of his life-giving Jason a hand-job, he would.
“Oh God…fuck,” Jason moaned desperately. “Liam, I'm gonna—”
Hot cum covered Liam's hand, and Jason slumped against him, breathing hard. For a moment, they just stood there, Liam loving the feeling of Jason resting his weight on him, trusting him.
“That was incredible,” Jason said at last.
“Incredible,” Liam agreed emphatically. “But I might need something to clean my hand off with.”
Jason laughed and pulled a handkerchief from his pocket. Liam took it and grinned in disbelief.
“Jesus,” he said as he cleaned off his cum-splattered hand as thoroughly as he could. “I forgot you used to just carry these around for emergencies, like a grandma.”
“Hey,” Jason said, pulling back and swatting Liam’s arm playfully. “It's coming in useful now isn't it?”
“You're right,” Liam said with a grin. “I'm sorry, grandma.”
Jason laughed, the beautiful full-bodied laugh that Liam loved so much. He almost regretted catching sight of the time on the clock behind Jason.
“Shit,” he said apologetically. “I've got a meeting in twenty minutes.”
Jason nodded in understanding, but Liam still felt horribly guilty as Jason did his pants back up. Liam did the same, and then they stared at each other in a silence that only grew more awkward as it went on. Then Liam experienced a moment of clarity, one that told him that taking risks was the only way to develop this relationship with Jason, whatever it was.
Liam leaned forward, and kissed Jason sweetly, trying to show the other man that he didn't consider what they'd done a mistake, or a one-time fling. Jason blossomed beneath his mouth and seemed to understand exactly what Liam meant without Liam having to speak a word. Just like he always did.
“I could come by the bistro for a late lunch in about an hour?” Liam asked softly.
“I'd like that,” Jason said with a warm smile. “I'll see you then.”
As Jason left, Liam smiled to himself. He couldn't believe he just had sex in his office with Jason Williams. With a wry smile, he realized he'd never be able to concentrate properly again so long as his desk faced the back of that door.