12
Benjamin takes a bathroom break.
I work Trevor’s mouth powerfully and without relent.
My hands grope him everywhere without a single reservation. I slide my hands behind his back, holding him against me like my possession. I consume his lips as if I’m never going to have this chance to taste Trevor again.
And he doesn’t hold back either. I feel his grip strengthen as he claws down my back. He cups my ass greedily, then moans when our hips press firmly together, our mutually hardened cocks throbbing at each other, a contest.
Our lips separate long enough for him to say, “We shouldn’t do this. We shouldn’t be doing any of this. This is wrong.”
“Really wrong,” I agree.
And then our mouths crash together again.
He tastes sweet and sugary, and I can’t get enough as I move a hand up to the back of his head to pull him against me stronger, as if there’s any way I can possibly kiss him harder. My mouth aches in the space of seconds as I express more fervently by the second my desire for him.
Anyone could walk into this restroom. Anyone could pull open that door right now, and there would be no way for either of us to separate or catch our breaths fast enough. We’d be caught, gossiped about, and exposed to the whole office.
I clean up scandals for a living. I’d have one of my own.
I know exactly what could happen, since I’ve seen it happen to countless other celebrities over the past several years. Do I really want to risk it? And for what? The delicious taste of this boy I barely know in my arms? This boy who might or might not have known exactly who I was at the nightclub?
Not just any intern …
Regardless of the reason I’m trying to appeal to in my mind, I just can’t stop.
I’m unstoppable.
Suddenly we’re off the wall, stumbling across the room and spilling into one of the stalls, its door slamming shut and locking behind us. I don’t know whether it was my feet that led us into here or his, but our mouths never disconnect.
I slam him against the back of the door, pressing my weight into him as we kiss. I don’t give him a second to catch his breath.
I grip his hand and thrust it to the front of my pants, showing him how hard I am for him. His eyes flash wide open, and then the message is received. He fumbles for my pant button. When it pops open, he wastes no time in pulling down the zipper too. I sigh with relief when my hardened bulge, encased in the thin blue microfiber of my boxer-briefs, spills out.
He cups it greedily, then pulls away from my mouth and glances down, as if surprised. Trevor seems to make a discovery.
“Told you it’s big,” I grunt at him.
He looks up at me with wide eyes. I can’t tell if it’s thrill or fear I see in them.
Suddenly, the dreaded sound we were likely both hoping we’d not hear echoes around us: the restroom door opening. We stand perfectly still while staring into each other’s stony faces.
Now I see fear in his eyes.
There’s the sound of a zipper unzipping. Then a soft sigh. And then: pee.
I bite the inside of my lip. Trevor wrinkles his face, annoyed.
We wait. And we listen. And we still don’t move.
The guy keeps peeing.
Like, literally, this guy pees forever.
Trevor lifts an eyebrow at me, as if wondering whether I have some kind of plan, or if he’s expecting me to do something. What the hell does he want me to do? Am I supposed to march out there and demand that the man stop peeing so that I can continue doing very inappropriate things with one of my interns?
Then the peeing stops.
Thank God.
And then it resumes.
I gape at Trevor and mouth the words, “Oh my God,” to him. Trevor fights a smile, straightens his face, then looks away with his face burning red.
By the way, his hand is totally still cupping my junk.
Well, there’s really no reason to stop the party, is there? I bring a finger to the bottom of his chin and give it a strong push, directing his attention right back to me. I nod down at my cock. “Get to work,” I mouth at him.
He parts his lips, shuts them, then parts them again. “Now??” he mouths back at me.
I grab his hand and proceed to guide him in massaging my swollen cock. Trevor’s mouth hangs open as he starts to follow my lead, kneading my tool muscularly with his whole hand. I bite my lip and grin, suppressing the moan in my throat.
Meanwhile, the peeing miniseries is still going on.
Trevor’s eyes snap to mine. “The hell did this dude drink?” he mouths at me, half-whispering now.
I shrug. “I should really revise my strict break schedule for my loyal employees, the poor things,” I return in a whisper. “You stopped.”
“Sorry,” he mouths, then continues to knead my crotch.
It feels so good that my eyes rock back. His hand starts to pick up pace as he massages me. Soon, he begins a stroking motion, his smooth palm running up and down the length of my cock, still encased in the thin, tight fabric. This underwear is so thin, I might as well not be wearing any at all; I feel every glide, twitch, and squeeze of his fingers as though he were stroking my cock itself. If only he was brave enough to pull it out …
I bite my lip and lean my head against his shoulder, a deep growl issuing from my throat when his innocent stroking grows in strength and speed. His breath crashes against my ear. His free hand strokes my side, groping its way across my muscle toward my backside, encouraging me.
Suddenly, I want to tear open his clothes and retaliate by making him as crazy as he’s making me right now. Why should I be the only one to suffer?
The peeing stops almost abruptly, which causes us both to freeze. The whole restroom is suddenly twice as silent as it ought to be without even a bit of evidence that the other guy is still there. The tiles make this room echoey. Did he hear us? Can he see our feet? The stalls are separated by actual walls with only the door giving half a foot of visibility at the ground and coming up seven feet to nearly touch the ceiling with no way to peek over the door unless you happen to be in the NBA.
Trevor is clinging to me tightly now as we stand perfectly still so as not to alert our friendly bathroom mate of our existence. His grip on my cock through the thin, slippery material of my boxer-briefs has gotten so tight, I feel my own pulse throbbing into his palm. I lift my head from his shoulder, licking my lips slowly as I stare down at Trevor, suddenly finding myself more turned on than freaked out by this situation we’re caught in.
Then, mercifully, the sound of a flushing urinal fills the room, I hear footsteps, and then the sink turns on.
Trevor’s eyes show relief as his nervous vice-tight grip on my cock relaxes. By reflex, I reach around and grab one of his butt cheeks, filling my hand. Trevor lifts his eyebrows in surprise as I give it a hearty squeeze, smiling devilishly down on him.
When the sink cuts off and the crinkle of a paper towel is heard, the man at last speaks. “Dude, is that you?”
We freeze again. Trevor stares into my eyes. I stare into his.
“Trevor. Seriously. I recognize your shoes. I helped you pick them out. Oh. And … someone else’s shoes.”
Trevor’s mouth parts. Terror strikes his eyes.
“I get it. Sorry.” The man chuckles. “Already moving on after that random rich prick from Friday night, huh?”
I smirk at Trevor. He shrinks, his face burning red and his lips scrunching up with frustration. “Rich prick?” I mouth at him, to which he just rolls his eyes and looks away.
“No problem,” the man goes on. “I’ll let you boys have your fun. But y’know, if the boss man catches you two in there messing around, he’s gonna have your asses.”
A paper ball slaps into the trash bin. Footsteps. Door opens, door closes. Then, silence.
I smirk at Trevor. “You heard him,” I tease. “Boss man’s gonna have your ass.”
Trevor’s face darkens, an unexpected flicker of anger chasing across his eyes. At once, he pulls his hand away from my crotch and starts smoothing out his tie, which I’d pulled loose when I yanked him into me before.
“Hey.” I try to stop him. He swipes my hands away. “What’s the problem? I don’t hear the boss man coming.”
“Boss man’s right here. And that’s the problem.” Trevor eyes me with severity. “This may be some big joke to you, but this is my career you’re toying around with, and—”
“I’m not toying with anything,” I insist innocently. “You were the one toying with my cock, to be fair.”
He rolls his eyes and pushes out of the stall door, unimpressed with my humor.
Of course that only eggs me on worse. “You have a great grip, by the way.”
“Wasn’t much to grip,” he shoots back.
I grin. Now he’s really egging me on. “Maybe you need another grip to remind yourself, intern. I doubt you can wrap your whole hand around it.”
He ignores my taunt. “I’m going to go out there and … and just do my job,” he states calmly. “What happened between us after the nightclub was just a passing, nothing … thing. We’re in a new setting here—”
“Never done it in a restroom,” I confess with a light nod.
“Do you take anything seriously??” he half-growls. “I meant in the new setting of the office, and therefore, we have rules.”
“Rules?”
“Yes. And you laid them out already.” He points at me. “Boss.” He points at himself. “Intern. That’s the beginning and the end of this. I don’t want any special treatment. And I don’t want any … not special treatment, either. Or whatever.” He shuts his eyes and shakes his head, his face flushing. “I just … just want to be another one of your employees. Nothing more, nothing less.” He flaps his eyes open and stares somewhere in the vicinity of my knees.
“No special treatment, then.”
“I’m going back to work now,” he announces to the floor.
“You’re doing an objectively really great, unbiased, totally impartial job, by the way. Top marks.”
His eyes seethe when they meet mine. I’d like to think they’re seething with lust, but he’s a touch too pissed off to tell. The sight gives me more pleasure than I ought to admit.
I smile innocently, then add, “I’ll be sure to put a note in your monthly eval.”
To that, Trevor puts on a super serious, totally professional, impressively straight-lipped business face. “Goodbye, boss.”
“See you around, intern.”
And then he gives me the gift of his tight tush as he spins around and marches out the door. I tilt my head and watch, a crooked smile spilling across my face.