Meik felt like he was swimming. He made his way to the office, weaving from the taxi to the front door. The many, many shots of whiskey that morning coated everything in a shimmering film. The walls and floor wavered, building bobbing as though lashed by waves. It was going to take a lot of effort not to spend his entire meeting vomiting into a trashcan.

He’d nearly made it into his office when he heard a precise click-clack coming up behind him. “Hullo, Lillie.” Meik sighed, shoulders drawing together.

She snatched up his arm, long talons digging into his biceps. “Meik! What are you doing here?” She whisper-shouted between her teeth, words terse.

Feet stumbling over each other, he turned to face her. “Meeting. Aren’t you supposed to keep track of that shit?”

“You reek of alcohol. You can’t honestly expect to attend a meeting like this.” Her voice made the pain between his ears pound harder.

“There’s mints and cologne in my office. No one will know.” It was a good plan. At least it’d been the best he could come up with. “Now let go of me.” He didn’t like standing still, that was when the room’s pitching worsened.

“Meik…” Lillie’s voice softened with the expression on her face. “Look. You can go home. I know how to handle this. I know all the information. You don’t need to be here until you feel better.”

Waving a dismissive hand, Meik jerked away from her. “It’s fine. I’m fine.”

“Sure you are.” Lillie didn’t sound convinced.

“Yep.”

Not glancing back, he made his way to his office, dropping down into the chair. He raked his fingers through his hair, head flopping back and eyes shutting.

“Gabe! Gabe! Open the door!” Meik banged his fist against the wood, loud and repeated, “Let me in. Let me in.”

He heard the sound of the lock clicking before the door creaked open. “Not by the hair on my chinny-chin-chin,” Gabe hummed, staccato.

Meik chortled, pushing the door open and stepping in. “Am I your big bad wolf now?” he questioned. “Is that why you locked me out?”

Gabe rolled his eyes and turned to head upstairs. A loose pair of pajama pants hung low on his ass, making Meik halt and bite his lower lip. Distracting. “I didn’t lock you out. My parents probably did when they left. Worried about me being kidnapped.” Gabe paused mid-step, hand on the railing. “Oh. Maybe they did want to lock you out.”

“Did you tell them I was coming?” Meik stood by the door, shutting it with his hip before bending to loosen his shoes.

“No. But they’re not stupid,” he said, starting back up. “You’re always over here when they’re gone. Hell, you’re always here when they’re home.”

“True,” Meik agreed, kicked his shoes aside and then lopped barefoot after him. “So...did you do it?”

“Do what?” Gabe’s body stiffened, but his step didn’t falter.

“You know...it.” Meik lowered his voice and grabbed ahold of the back of his pants to keep him from moving. His lips were right against Gabe’s ear, forefinger hooking inside the waistband of his pants. “Did you...get ready? Prepare?”

“I don’t want to talk about it.” Gabe squirmed free, taking two steps at a time.

“But did you? I read online, they said to…” Meik kept following Gabe. The door to his bedroom was opened, books and laptop scattered on his bed. “Were you doing homework?”

“Yes!” Gabe movements were jittery as he sat on the bed.

“It’s only Saturday.” Meik snorted. Stepping closer, he placed his hands next to Gabe’s hips and loomed over him. “You have better things you can do.”

“Like what? Why won’t you tell me what you have planned?” Gabe rested his hand behind him, leaning back and putting more distance between them.

Meik hovered lower, almost kissing him. “It’s a secret. Now, did you get ready?”

Gabe groaned, arms giving way so he plopped onto his back. “Yes. And I really don’t want to talk about it. Like, ever.”

“Oh, but it’s going to be worth it,” Meik uttered, bringing his knees onto the bed to straddle Gabe’s hips.

Gabe looked up with flushed cheeks. His curls were spread out, framing his face. His fingers flicked a strand of blond hair away from Meik’s eyes. “I don’t know. It was embarrassing and really gross.”

“Lemme kiss it better,” Meik murmured and tugged at the waistband of Gabe’s pants, lowering it.

Gabe’s arm went around Meik’s neck. “You’ve gone from the big bad wolf to Prince Charming?” His eyes were half-lidded, blush fading.

“I’m a complex man,” Meik mused.

“I’m going to kiss you now, but that’s only so you’ll shut up,” Gabe informed him.

“I am entirely okay with that.”

Pulling at Meik’s hair, Gabe connected their lips and deepened the kiss swiftly. It was all the permission Meik needed. He wasted no time breaching past Gabe’s lips and delving his tongue into his mouth. Gabe responded with his usual passion, one leg tossing around Meik’s waist to bring him down. “I like you better when you’re quiet.”

“And I like when you’re not.” Meik leered at him, arching up his back so he could reach between them. He squeezed Gabe’s clothed cock, loving the way he tossed his head and moaned. He kept kneading the erection, mouthing at his throat. “Like this.”

Gabe’s cock swelled under his ministrations, hips pressing greedily towards his hand. His blunt nails found Meik’s biceps, biting into the skin. “Mm. Don’t tease me. Not after what I did for you,” Gabe muttered.

To Gabe’s surprise, Meik lowered his feet and straightened. “Right.” Meik clapped. All business now. “You get your pants off. I’m cleaning the bed.”

There was a stretch of silence, Gabe watching him. Meik knew he was debating whether he should agree or be a brat. “Fine,” he huffed. “This better be good.”

Meik sneered, wishing he had a mustache he could twiddle in delight at his plan. But since he didn’t, he settled for clearing the bed. He gathered up the books, papers, and laptop before setting them on the desk. While he worked, Gabe shifted to stretch. He rested his head against the pillows, lifting his hips off the mattress. His heels dug into the blanket, back curled and ribs showing sharply. Sliding his hands under his waistband, Gabe guided his pants and underwear down his thighs. He bounced back into a reclining position, kicking the material to the floor. He squirmed, hand going around his hardening cock. “When are you going to tell me what you have planned?”

Meik stared, transfixed, ignoring the question as Gabe ran his thumb over his tip. No matter how many times he saw Gabe naked, it still stole his breath away, made his thoughts skid to a stop. “Meik Lennen! Tell me.” Gabe’s huffy shout dragged him back to Earth.

“Right,” he said. “I’m not telling you. I’m showing you.”

“If it’s your dick, I’ve seen it,” Gabe commented dryly, raising one cheeky brow. “If it’s you putting your dick in me, been there, done that too.”

“You are fucking snotty today!” Meik found it adorable. What a sassy little shit. “Roll onto your stomach.”

“Done this too.” Gabe snickered but obeyed, even while back talking. He rested his head in the pillows, curling his arms under.

“No, you’ve not.” Meik scolded and tugged his shirt off. “Now shush.”

“Now shush,” Gabe mimicked.

“Oh my God.” Meik shook his head, chuckling. He straddled Gabe on the bed, pressing a kiss between his shoulders. “Stop being so difficult,” he whispered. “I want to do something special for you.”

Gabe bucked like a wild mustang needing to be tamed. Meik slithered his hands under the pillows, clasping them with Gabe’s. “Keep doing that, and you’re just going to turn me on more,” he muttered, voice husky against Gabe’s ear.

Meik knew he’d won. Gabe could never resist his sexy voice. A shiver made his boyfriend’s body quiver. He rolled his hips, rubbing his ass against Meik’s clothed crotch. As much as he loved when Gabe was bratty and bossy, he never got tired of his submission. Something about the trust implied made his blood thrum.

Squeezing Gabe’s hand a final time, he let go and worked his way downwards. “I’m so lucky to have you.” Murmurs and kisses sprinkled over Gabe’s back like raindrops.

Gabe hummed, grinding into the mattress. “I know you are. Now, please.”

“All you had to do was ask nicely.” A kiss landed on his tailbone as Meik spread his cheeks, eyes falling onto that pretty pink pucker that he liked being buried in. His cock jumped like it had a mind of its own, but now wasn’t the time for that. Now was time for something different. Something he’d seen in numerous filthy videos he watched to get ideas. His fingers tensed and he let out a soft breath. Nervous. He always felt nervous trying new things with Gabe. No matter how many times they had sex, he worried. About hurting him. About not being good enough. It was why he always tried his hardest and always made sure Gabe came first. Sometimes more than once. It was his way of giving Gabe what he needed. Meik closed his eyes. Grip tight, he dipped down and lapped his tongue out along Gabe’s entrance. He heard an intake of air, Gabe’s nails snagging across the blankets. “Jesus! Meik! What are you doing?”

“Is it bad?” Meik knew it wasn’t. He knew what those little sounds meant. Opening his eyes, his tongue flicked again, circling Gabe’s entrance. “I could stop.”

“N-No. Not bad.” Gabe’s voice was muffled, face hidden away. “Just different. Don’t...stop.”

Meik smirked. The view from his position, peeking over Gabe’s ass like two of the most perfect hills, was intoxicating. He teased his entrance, curling his tongue and wiggling the tip. Resting back on his haunches, Meik rubbed Gabe’s entrance with one of his thumbs, his other hand keeping his ass cheeks spread. “I don’t want to stop,” he assured him and applied pressure until his thumb popped in. “I can’t stop.”

Gabe moaned, hugging a pillow to his face, groaning, “Meik...”

“Do you like it?” Meik grinned, thrusting his finger in slow.

Gabe’s frantic nodding made his dark curls bounce. “So fucking much.”

Meik shifted his thumb to the side and dropped back down, forcing his tongue past the muscle. Gabe whimpered, hips rocking towards Meik’s mouth while he alternated between fucking him with his tongue and stretching him with his thumb. Any trace of defiance had left Gabe long ago. Plump lips parted, head tilted away from the pillow. He was a writhing, wanton mess; Meik loved it.

Burying his nose between his ass cheeks, Meik stopped parting them and reached under Gabe’s legs. Obediently, Gabe lifted his hips, allowing Meik to fold his fingers around his hard-on. The position was somewhat awkward, and Meik’s wrist and neck were starting to hurt. But it was worth it for the way that Gabe shook and cried in pleasure. “Oh God. Please. So fucking good.” Gabe’s words wavered, fingers tearing at the blankets.

Meik hummed in response, sound vibrating into sensitive skin as he stroked Gabe’s cock faster and faster. Building towards a frenzy. A crescendo. All of a sudden, Gabe’s entrance clamped around his tongue, a loud cry piercing through the room. His body twisted on the bed, come spilling over Meik’s fingers, spurting onto the sheets. He pumped him swiftly, milking his balls while his tongue licked and flicked, working tirelessly.

Gabe collapsed, panting hard. “Goddamnit, Meik.” Voice hoarse.

Meik kissed one of his cheeks. “Was it worth it?”

Gabe buried his face back in the pillows before he mumbled, “I might do it again.”