11:15 came and went. Nathan watched his clock, then turned to the door in anticipation of Simon’s arrival. As before, he had extra time allotted for the person with whom he was supposed to meet. He didn’t expect to have needed it, based on what Simon said before, but a person never knew. Summer traffic was a killer.

The extra five minutes passed. Time ticked by in smaller and smaller increments as Nathan grew more curious about this whole thing. He wasn’t exactly worried, could hardly be worried about someone he had only just met. The whole thing was just odd. Simon’s behavior was odd. A boss had to take that into account. The new hire might just be having a harder time than usual, coincidences stacking up against them, or this could actually be a sign of what was to come later on during the school year.

Nathan didn’t approve.

He also couldn’t find it within himself to disapprove.

11:29, now.

He was very aware that he was being unfair. That was something a person in charge had to do, constantly reassessing themselves to see if there were any changes that had to be made; how could he expect others to follow his lead if he couldn’t even listen to himself? So, he knew he was giving Simon chances that he wouldn’t have given to any other person. He was being biased. And he knew why. It was because he was attracted to the omega, intrigued by him in a personal, and admittedly sexual, way. There had been others before him that Nathan found himself attracted to, as that was just a fact of life. The feelings had just never been this strong before.

The clock turned to 11:30, and Nathan gave up. Simon hadn’t shown, hadn’t called to reschedule or explain his absence. No more allowances could be made for him.

Sighing, Nathan reached over to his phone to call the number of his second-favorite candidate. They would be glad to know they had been given the position after all.

Footsteps thudded suddenly outside his office door, making him pause as he reached out for the phone. The steps had no grace to them at all, were too heavy to belong to a wolf, and yet he automatically knew it was Simon.

Someone spoke hurriedly out in the main office, then the thudding footsteps resumed. Nathan looked at the door to his private office just as a swift, sharp knock came from the other side.

“Principal Pepper? Nate? It’s Simon!”

“Come in,” Nathan said, dropping his hand away from the phone. He leaned forward slightly, curious about what the excuse would be this time.

Simon burst in through the office door, panting. Leaning over, he placed his hands on his knees and tried to catch his breath. “Sorry,” he gasped. “I know…unprofessional. But ran…all the way here.”

I wonder what he looks like from behind.

Pushing away the thought, though it made his groin tighten with desire, Nathan gestured for Simon to take a seat. The omega collapsed in the chair on the other side of the desk, bracing himself on the top of it with both hands.

“You know, I would expect a PE teacher to have a bit more endurance. The parking lot isn’t all that far away.” Nathan caught himself teasing the other wolf and sharply reprimanded himself. He needed to be as professional as Simon wasn’t. So damn hard to ignore the fact that his groin was so tense, his heart fluttering in his chest. He felt weak and hot all over. Goddammit, this shouldn’t be happening. He was better than this.

“Not just from the parking lot,” Simon gasped. He sat back, breathing deeper now to try and regulate his heartbeat. Beads of sweat glistened on his face, and his hair was damp at the roots, rendering it more limp instead of wild. “Car wouldn’t start. Phone wouldn’t start. Everything just went wrong. I’m so sorry. Please give me another chance, Principal Pepper. I swear I’m not usually like this.”

“I wouldn’t believe anyone else if they said that. Why should I believe you?”

“Things have been odd lately.”

Nathan frowned. Normally people said that times were tough, or they had been having a hard time. They didn’t say “odd.”

“What’s so odd? You can tell me.”

Simon had been starting to calm down, some of the fierce color fading from his face. Wolves were creatures made for pursuit, though not necessarily for speed. Endurance was the name of the game and it seemed as if Simon’s had been severely tested by his wild run across the city. All the same, he was recovering quickly.

Not anymore. As soon as Nathan suggested that Simon could tell him what was bothering him, Simon’s cheeks burned with a fierce blush and his breath sped up again. “I’d rather not. Kind of private.”

“I don’t really understand,” Nathan replied. “Are you still capable of working here? If not, there’s no shame in it. It would be best for everyone to make such decisions sooner rather than later.”

I think I know exactly what’s wrong with you. I think you’re as attracted to me as I am to you. I don’t think anyone else in a position for any other job would run there.

“Of course I can still work here!” Simon blurted out.

Nathan leaned across the desk, looking very deeply into Simon’s eyes. Simon stared back at him, face flushed, lips parted. “Are you sure?” he growled.

Simon nodded just once. It seemed to be all that he was capable of doing. He was trembling slightly, hands tightening and then loosening on the desk.

It was probably a terrible idea to hire this wolf. He was acting oddly and would probably continue to act oddly throughout the entire time he worked at Churchland Elementary. His qualifications and his observational skills weren’t quite enough to carry him in regards to everything else that seemed to be going on.

Knowing it was wrong, knowing that he would regret it, Nathan nodded in return. “Good. I’m glad to have you. I know you’ll be a very valuable part of our team. Now, time is running short.”

“I’m sorry! Should we reschedule?”

Nathan waved Simon’s apologies away. “Speaking with you is one of the most important things I need to do today. We need to discuss codes, the employee handbook, my expectations…We also need to cover state requirements and recommendations. I’ll also need you to take a drug test, and as soon as that comes back, you can start settling in at the gym.”

Simon nodded the whole way through the list. His attention was rapt, though his cheeks still glowed faintly pink with the remnants of his blush. He seemed to be trying to make up for his behavior from earlier, though Nathan was sure that this wouldn’t be the end of it.

“My suggestion is that I cancel my next appointment,” Nathan said. “I’ll have Elaine reschedule that. We’ll order a pizza, eat while we discuss. Or sandwiches. Whichever works for you.”

“I couldn’t possibly ask…”

“You’re not asking. I’m offering.”

Simon hesitated. He drummed his fingers on the table, looking completely torn. Then, suddenly, he looked up. His green eyes glittered with sharp intensity, startling Nathan. It was like some sort of internal decision had been reached, though Nathan had no idea what that could possibly be. “Well, as long as you’re offering. I think someone would have to be insane to choose sandwiches over pizza.”

Nathan laughed, startled but delighted. Whatever decision Simon seemed to have reached, it must have been a good one. This whole situation only grew weirder the longer it went on, and now he was determined to reach the bottom of it.

It would be so underhanded of him to use Simon’s apparent attraction to him to get answers. Yet, he had a feeling that it was exactly what he was going to do. A principal had to use everything at their disposal to ensure that the school ran smoothly.

Whether or not it was ethical, he supposed this counted.

“I agree. I’ll eat anything, but what’s your preference?”

“I’m a black olive kind of guy.”

Nathan smiled a little. He hated black olives. “Got it.” Leaning over, he touched the intercom button. “Elaine?”

“Yes, Principal Pepper?” she replied. She sounded slightly irritated. It was so subtle that someone who didn’t know her as well would never have picked up on it. He must have interrupted her train of thought or torn her away from something important.

He told her what he wanted. “And you should get something for yourself, as well.”

“You make it very hard to stay fit, Principal,” she said. However, she sounded like she was smiling. All traces of her prior annoyance were nowhere to be found.

“If anyone can do it, it would be you. Thank you, Elaine.”

“You’re welcome.”

Simon was watching this exchange with a slight smile, apparently amused. “She’s a different kind of human, isn’t she?”

“One of the good ones,” Nathan agreed. He reached for a stack of papers he’d set down nearby while preparing for this meeting. “Now, until the pizza arrives, we should get busy.”

For a time, things were normal. They went through the correct papers and discussed them at length. Simon occasionally asked for clarification where something was different from the way it had been at the high school, but he mostly just listened. It was a proper meeting, bordering on productive. Very quickly, they were almost back on schedule despite the delay from earlier.

And then it happened.

If it hadn’t happened, Nathan might have backed off on the whole thing. Weird shit just happened sometimes. The brain was odd, especially for humans; being that shifters were half-human, it made sense that odd things would occasionally happen to them as well. Hallucinations, seizures, brief bouts of odd hormonal combinations; humans could experience these very rarely for no reason and have no lasting side effects. It might not ever happen again, as well.

He could have put Simon’s odd behavior down to a lack of judgment in the face of sexual attraction, or something else similar. Brain impulses connecting in odd ways, resulting in a momentary weirdness. It happened. He had seen it for himself on many occasions. Young boys, especially, were prone to random acts for this reason. They would do something they might never otherwise do, just because it occurred to them at the time.

But that wasn’t to be the case here.

Simon must have stretched out or was shifting position. Something innocent. Something without consequence.

Without consequence, until his foot nudged against one of Nathan’s.

Nathan didn’t pause in what he was reading aloud, though his eyes flicked away from the page to look at the other wolf. He had gone through this process so often by now that he had this information damn near memorized.

Simon had frozen, his lips parted slightly as if he had been in the process of breathing and had suddenly forgotten how. His eyes glistened with something inexplicable and heady. Color filtered into his tanned cheeks, darkening them towards a pure shade of tomato red. He shifted in his seat, one hand dropped away from the desk and in the direction of his lap.

Like a teenager, turned on by the most innocent thing. They hadn’t even really touched, as they were both wearing shoes and—presumably—socks. Several layers separated them, yet Simon looked as if he was about to burst at any moment.

Knowing it was the wrong thing to do, incapable of stopping himself, Nathan stretched out his own leg until their shoes made contact under the table again.

Simon gasped inaudibly, his body jumping slightly. His eyes flicked across to Nathan, asking a question he really didn’t have an answer to.

Rather than try to answer, Nathan nudged back again.

Simon didn’t jump quite as high this time, but the searching look in his eyes intensified. Nathan gazed back. He didn’t know what his own eyes were showing, he would leave it up to Simon how to interpret that look.

Simon did nothing.

Trying to fight back disappointment, though he knew he shouldn’t have felt that way, Nathan went back to reading from the papers in his hands. His fingers were tense on the pages, dimpling the surface. The words swam around, pulsing in front of him as his heart beat rapidly. He was hardly aware of what he was saying, hardly knew if the words coming from his mouth were the right ones to say. His entire focus strained towards Simon, and he could feel that Simon was struggling with the same thing.

Their wolves wanted each other. And they wanted each other bad.

There was a touch under the desk again, Simon’s foot pushing more firmly against Nathan’s.

Nathan felt his voice catch in his throat. He pushed his foot back at Simon in return, not shoving him away but almost nuzzling. If feet could be said to nuzzle, that was.

A soft thump came from under desk. Nathan knew exactly what it was, and his guess was confirmed when Simon’s foot reached out for him once more. There was no shoe on his foot now. Nathan could feel Simon’s toes even through the thick leather of his own shoes, wiggling around and teasing him.

I don’t have a foot fetish, Nathan thought. He was hardly aware of this thought, was hardly aware of anything anymore at this point. He couldn’t even have said whether or not he was still reading. His blood was racing through his veins. His heart was pounding, a cacophony in his own ears. His groin was tense, his lower stomach filled with tight, overheated churning.

In the next moment, he was slipping off his own shoes. His and Simon’s feet met again under the desk, pushing together, roaming over each other.

It wasn’t about feet at all. It was about touch. Incapable of doing anything else, their bodies had found the only avenue between them and were making the most of it.

Simon’s face was adorable. His eyes were slanted with a combination of embarrassment and contentment. His tanned cheeks were bright with his blush, his lips parted still as he breathed. His chest heaved up and down, and still that one hand of his was hidden from sight. Nathan wondered what it was doing. Playing with himself, or trying to position himself so his arousal wouldn’t show?

Fuck that. Fuck hiding it. Something was happening here. Something new that Nathan had never before experienced. Sex was one thing. Cuddling was another. But this? The sheer act of touch had almost become its own dimension.

“Aren’t you…going to keep reading?”

“Right,” Nathan said, agreeing. “We need to get through this.”

He was operating on autopilot now, and he had no idea if Simon was even listening. Hell, who cared at this point? The man had heard it all before. He knew what was up. Public schools were more or less the same everywhere. It wasn’t like they were part of a highly-regulated private school system, where the slightest bit of misconduct could equal termination. For better or for worse, public schools had more leeway with their operations.

Nathan kept reading. Simon kept listening, kept nodding. And beneath the desk, their feet kept playing.

Two grown men, two grown wolves, playing footsie. Nathan would have laughed in the face of a person who suggested he would do something so childish. Now, he felt like he would probably shake their hand and pat them on the back, perhaps ruffle their hair and hand them a lollipop from the bag he kept inside his top desk drawer. He felt that good.

A motion out of the corner of his eye interrupted him. He dropped his feet away from Simon, who let out a soft sound of disappointment. The intercom light on his phone was blinking.

“Yes?” he said, after pressing the button.

For a moment, there was no sound from the other end of the line.

I must sound like something’s wrong.

However, Elaine didn’t make any comment on whatever had given her pause. She just soldiered forward like the old hand that she was; she’d seen too much in this job to be fazed by something so simple.

“Your pizza’s here. I also got something for myself, but…I’m afraid I’ll need to take it with me.”

Nathan finally realized that it was Elaine who sounded a little off. “What’s going on?”

“I’m sorry, Nathan, but could you perhaps come out here?”

For a moment, all his feelings of attraction were replaced by concern. The hairs on the back of his neck prickled with worry. Whatever Elaine wanted to say, she wanted to say it where no one else could overhear.

At least one of them was being professional.

“I’m on my way,” Nathan promised. He looked over towards Simon. “Do you mind?”

“Of course not! Here, I’ll just finish reading these while you’re gone.” Simon reached for the papers in front of Nathan, pulling them out from underneath Nathan’s fingers.

The friction of paper underneath his skin, tugged away by the object of his desire, was almost enough to get Nathan going again. He held on tightly to what remained of his control however and stood up. Too late, he realized he probably should have adjusted himself before standing; his manhood was pressing against the front of his slacks, making a definite bulge.

Simon’s eyes dashed to Nathan’s erection. His lips parted, his tongue flicking out to lick them. A glistening trail of wetness followed the motion of his tongue, and then he swallowed hard.

“I’ll come back,” Nathan promised, not sure why he felt the need to reassure the other wolf of this.

“Yes, I will.” Simon’s distracted response was almost lost beneath the sound of the door shutting behind Nathan as he left the room. Nathan heard it anyway and smiled to himself.

Striding down the hallway, he quickly caught a whiff of pizza. While he’d been looking forward to his lunch, he ignored the tempting box on the edge of the front desk and focused on Elaine instead.

The older woman was waiting for him, already on her feet. “Nathan! I’m really sorry about interrupting your meeting. It must have been going quite well, despite the delay.”

“Don’t worry at all. What’s going on, Elaine?”

“My sister just called. Her son just got into a car wreck. I don’t know what happened, but apparently it’s bad. I need to go be with her. I should only be gone for a few hours.”

Nathan held up one hand. “Please, don’t worry about a time constraint. Take the rest of the day. I know what time my meetings are supposed to be, and I think I can handle answering my own phone for the rest of the day. Please, go be with your family.”

“Are you sure?” Nevertheless, Elaine looked very relieved. “That would be very nice.”

“I insist. Take your food with you. And some pizza, if you like. Your sister might need some food, to keep her energy up.”

“Oh, there won’t be enough left for you and Mr. Diamond. And he looked like he was so worn out earlier. He must be hungry.”

Wordlessly, Nathan opened the pizza box and pulled out several slices. Wrapping the slices up in a napkin, he held them out to his secretary. “Here.”

Elaine smiled a little and grabbed the box of food that she’d set off to the side for herself. Opening it, she revealed a number of pieces of chicken and a few containers of sauce. The pizza slices joined the rest of her food, and then she closed the lid again. “You are too kind sometimes, young man.”

“You’re hardly older than I am.”

“Over a decade. That’s enough to be your older, bossy sister.” Elaine started gathering up her things. It took her very little time, which suggested to Nathan that she had been preparing while waiting for him to arrive. “And here’s some advice from your bossy older sister. It’s quite nice to take care of others but sometimes, you need to take care of yourself.”

“I’ll keep it in mind,” Nathan said. He would do exactly that, but he didn’t think he would act on it. He was a principal. In charge of a staff, hundreds of children, hundreds of parents and relatives. He took care of people, led them like an alpha guiding his pack. That was just what he did, and he didn’t foresee not doing it anytime soon.

He walked with Elaine to the door of the front office, which she kept propped open with books borrowed from the library. She swapped them out on a regular basis, always making sure to keep new ones around for parents or children who happened to be waiting around in the office for whatever reason.

“Thank you again, Nathan.”

“Please, think nothing of it.”

He lingered in the doorway, watching her until she was outside and out of his sight. There was nothing more he could do for her now, so he turned away to grab the pizza and return to Simon.

His thoughts were torn. One part of him was very consumed with how much busier his day had just gotten, having to keep track of his own time and phone calls. It wasn’t anything he couldn’t handle, but now he was very much looking forward to going to bed tonight. An early night, maybe. Perhaps following a brief affair with a carton of ice cream.

Then there was another part of him that was glad, guiltily gleeful, that Elaine wouldn’t be out here through whatever might happen between himself and Simon. Humans had bad hearing compared to wolves, but there were some things that even a human couldn’t help but to overhear.

But now, there was no one else in the school. No custodians, no teachers. Just him and the object of his desire, if things came to that.

Simon looked up as Nathan entered the office again. He flashed a faint smile that wobbled at the edges, as if he wasn’t quite sure of his own expression. “Welcome back. Is everything okay?”

“Just a slight problem. I had to give my secretary the day off.”

“Oh.” Simon paused, then repeated. “Is everything okay?”

“I suppose we just have to hope that it will be.” Nathan set the pizza down on the edge of the desk, shoving picture frames and stacks of paper out of the way to make room for the huge box. “I believe there’s silverware and paper plates in the teacher’s lounge. Shall I get some?”

“Silverware? Are you the type of man who eats his pizza with a fork?”

“No, but are you?”

“I think I’ll survive. At least you brought napkins, so we won’t get grease all over the papers.”

Nathan sat down in his chair. “You can maybe tell that I don’t do this often.”

“It’s kind of cute. Ah…I mean…” Simon shook his head and bit his lip, an expression that was extremely attractive whether or not he meant it to be.

“I know what you mean.”

And you mean exactly what you said. Because something happened between us. I don’t pretend to understand it, but I would be lying if I said I didn’t like it.

Simon spread out a napkin in front of him, then opened the pizza box. He looked at the missing slices and then laughed a little. “Did the delivery boy get hungry on the way?”

Nathan laughed as well. “I let Elaine have first pick. I imagine I gave her the best pieces. We’ll just have to make do with the slim pickings she’s left us.”

It was difficult to eat and talk business at the same time, which was one thing that Nathan always thought was stupid when it came to business luncheons or anything like that. Conversations became one-sided, as someone talked and the other person listened and ate. Then, the speaker ended up not eating, food grew cold…It just usually wasn’t worth it.

This time, Nathan found that he didn’t really mind it. As awkward as it was to have to constantly pause to chew and swallow, wiping his fingers off on a cheap napkin that really didn’t serve its purpose very well, Simon didn’t seem to care. He was, after all, dealing with the same things.

And beneath the desk, their feet touched constantly.

The phone rang once, interrupting their conversation. Nathan grabbed for it and jammed it against his ear. “Hello?”

An automated voice started to speak in his ear. He sighed and dropped the phone back on its hook. “Damn telemarketers.” Shaking his head, he bent over and reached out for another piece of pizza. He’d already eaten more of it than he should have, but he wasn’t that old yet. A little extra food just meant a little extra time out for a walk, which wasn’t exactly a bad thing. A walk meant relaxation, unless someone called or paged him.

His fingers collided with Simon’s, who had been reaching for the same piece.

Simon’s eyes flicked up to his. His mouth opened as if he was about to say something, but no sound emerged. He swallowed hard. “Sorry. You want this? It’s the…the last one.”

So it was. Nathan observed this without much surprise. It wasn’t that important. He could hardly breathe, and that was okay. Breathing wasn’t very important, either. What was important was that Simon’s strong fingers against his were sending tingles up through his entire arm.

Nathan lifted the piece of pizza and brought the very tip of it up to Simon’s mouth. He hadn’t ever fed another man before, and there was something very intimate about this.

Simon opened his mouth, and Nathan moved his hand forward slightly so he could take a bite. Biting down, Simon started chewing. The motion of his mouth and throat was intoxicating, and Nathan suddenly could take no more of this teasing. Standing up, he crossed over to the office door and locked it. Better safe than sorry.

“Nathan?”

Nathan turned around and went over to Simon, placing one hand on the desk and bending over in front of him. “I’m tired of playing this little game,” he growled. “This kid stuff isn’t going to do it. I want you.”

Simon didn’t lean away. He had a look on his face, similar to the trepidation and near-panic of the day before. His breathing picked up and his chest heaved; then, suddenly, he closed his eyes. When he opened them again, he seemed to have come to some sort of resolution. “Is this…unprofessional?”

Nathan knew he should have had his own doubts. Hell, he did. However, those doubts and fears were very far away right now. He didn’t care. “I’m a professional. You’re a professional. I want it. Do you?”

Simon hesitated. Something flickered deep in his eyes, some sort of emotion that Nathan felt he wouldn’t understand no matter how hard he tried. The flicker disappeared, and he nodded. “I…do.”

“You do what?”

“I want it.”

“Are you sure?” Nathan pressed. He had to be sure. He would never be the kind of guy who would just take consent for granted. That was the easiest way to find yourself in the midst of a scandal.

“Yes!” Simon gasped.

Nathan grabbed him by the shoulder and pressed their mouths together hard, so hard that Simon’s lips were forced to part for him. Nathan slid his tongue in deeply, tasting the sweetness of tomato sauce, the lingering savoriness of olives. Beneath that was Simon’s natural sweetness, like pure sugar.

Growling deep in the back of his throat, Nathan leaned over Simon and kissed him rougher. His lips claimed Simon’s, devouring them. His tongue pushed against Simon’s, hot and wet, and then shoved past it, towards his throat.

Simon moaned softly, reaching up to grasp at Nathan’s shoulders. The touch practically burned.

Nathan growled louder, then pulled away. Kissing wasn’t enough, only fed the flame and didn’t satiate it. “Stand up.”

Simon obediently stood. His face was hungry, filled with fierce desire. There was an enormous bulge at the front of his pants, speaking volumes as to the depths of his need.

Approaching the omega, Nathan grabbed onto him and kissed him again even more fiercely than before. Then, he spun Simon around and pressed him up against the office door.

Gasping, Simon braced himself on the door with his hands and stuck out his ass. It was an invitation, a plea, and Nathan was powerless to do anything but answer it. Reaching out, he grabbed two handfuls of Simon’s ass and squeezed it.

Simon gasped, arching back against his hands and trying to grind against them.

Nathan pushed his hips to Simon’s ass and let the omega grind against the fabric-covered form of his erection. Reaching around to the front, he felt around for Simon’s belt buckle and jerked it open without any sort of finesse or warning. Simon bucked back against him, and Nathan ground his manhood more roughly against the omega’s needy ass. He grabbed for Simon’s zipper and yanked it down hard enough that he felt something on the front of the pants rip.

It was insignificant. Nathan would buy him another pair of pants. If that was the price of this venture, then so be it.

Simon reached back and yanked his pants down, exposing a flash of blue boxers and then the peachy-curves of his ass.

Nathan shuddered and gave the same treatment to his own pants. Red desire covered his vision and he reached down to grab his cock in his hands, guiding the tip of it to between Simon’s ass cheeks.

“Wait,” Simon gasped.

It took a great deal of effort to keep from following the desire of his body, but Nathan managed to do it. “What is it?” he growled. Simon was pressed up against the door, his forehead flat upon the surface. He was shaking, his body trembling and grinding of its own volition.

“Lube?”

Nathan paused. Of course he didn’t keep lube in the office. There was that one time he tried to have sex in here but he’d come prepared for that, and nothing had happened anyway.

“We can’t do this without lube,” Simon murmured to the door.

“I have lotion.”

“A lot?”

“Enough.”

Nathan pulled away and went over to his desk, yanking one of the side drawers open to grab the bottle of lotion from inside. He brought it over to the door and pumped out a liberal amount into the palm of his hand; setting the bottle down on top of a nearby filing cabinet, he rubbed his hands together to warm the lotion up and then started to slather it all over his dick. From tip to the base of his shaft, he was covered.

Simon had the lotion bottle now, pumping out more of the slippery stuff into his own hand. He tossed the empty, useless container aside and then reached back to spread the lotion over his tender ass opening. He pressed one finger deep inside himself, his wrist working in circles as he lubed himself up.

It was the hottest damn thing Nathan had ever seen, watching this muscular omega fuck himself with his finger. His cock was stiffening in his hand even though he hadn’t thought it was possible to be even more turned on than he already was.

“Goddammit,” he growled under his breath, leaning over Simon. He pressed his teeth to the back of the omega’s neck, then pulled himself away before he bit down. A simple bite wasn’t the same as a claiming bite, but he didn’t want to tempt himself. Mistakes were made all the time in the heat of the moment like this.

Simon’s hand dropped away from his ass, and Nathan took the advantage. He pressed the tip of his dick to Simon’s opening, then pushed himself inside. He gasped as he slipped in, the lotion doing a fabulous job in its makeshift purpose as lube.

Simon’s ass was hot and tight, his interior textures tensing and loosening around Nathan’s shaft.

Nathan started to move his hips back and forward, resisting the temptation to start pounding Simon’s ass. With each thrust, he moved deeper and deeper, stretching the omega.

Simon’s ass accommodated him almost perfectly, his body quickly adapting. Soon enough, they were pressed flush together, ass to hips.

Nathan braced his hands on the office door and growled to Simon, “Ready?”

Beyond speaking, Simon bucked back against him in response.

Nathan started thrusting inside him. The moment he started, he lost control of himself. He couldn’t hold back, couldn’t stop or even slow down at this point. Simon bucked back against him, their bodies striving to join together. Heat pulsed through Nathan, his groin tight and his cock throbbing hard. His breath came faster and faster, completion rapidly approaching.

The door shook in its frame, thumping around as they braced their combined weight against it.

Nathan closed his eyes, tossed his head back as a long, protracted growl pulled from his throat. The growl turned into a powerful cry, part yell, part howl, as the heat inside him reached uncontrollable levels.

He was going to cum, and he was going to cum now.

Simon’s body, which had been shaking and writhing in pleasure, suddenly went rigid. Every muscle in his entire body went rigid. His ass gripped down hard on Nathan’s cock, locking him into place.

Nathan fought against the grip, and fucked his cock as deep and hard inside Simon’s ass as he could. The door they leaned against thudded in its frame again. Then, a splintering crack resounded through the office and the door collapsed outward.

Shock from the sudden movement jump started Nathan’s orgasm. They fell through the doorway together and then hit the ground hard amidst the rubble.

Nathan hardly felt the impact. He lay there, stunned, the aftershocks of his orgasm shaking and rocking his body. He couldn’t hear anything, couldn’t see anything. The whole world was composed only of heat and pleasure. The only thing that he was really aware of was Simon’s ass around his manhood, still tense and trembling.

Then, abruptly, Simon’s body went limp.

Pushing himself up on his hands, his arms shaking and hardly able to hold his weight, Nathan looked down at his companion. “Simon?” he growled.

Simon lay in the same position as he’d fallen, one arm stretched out and the other curled underneath him in an attempt to break his fall. His chest rose and fell rapidly. His eyes were closed, though his eyelids were jumping and twitching.

“Simon? Hey.” Nathan felt like he couldn’t possibly support himself on only one arm right now, so he leaned over and nudged at Simon’s face with his cheek. “You okay?”

Simon opened his eyes slowly. They were unfocused, filled with sexual haze. In small increments, they turned to focus on Nathan’s eyes. Nathan could see his own gaze reflected, still amber, but very dark with intensity.

“I…never better,” Simon managed. He licked his lips, which were bruised and swollen from the force of Nathan’s kisses. “And…you?”

“Same,” Nathan said. He felt like purring, he was so content. The fact that he’d broken his goddamn office door was insignificant in comparison to his satisfaction. “It was good for you?”

Simon closed his eyes again, going limp once more. “Oh, yes. Fuck yes. Want to do it again?”

Nathan laughed. God, he felt good. It was like the world had somehow righted itself while he was busy having sex, as if all the answers to his questions would be easier to find. “Maybe we should try again on a more solid surface.”

“Your desk?”

The desk worked just fine.