Chapter Thirty-Eight

Marv the Intern

Rafe

I still hadn't regained the ability to form words when Dan chuckled and moved past me to step inside.

"Better let me in before the neighbours see, handsome."

From the living room, I heard a faint choking sound.

When I finally found the brainpower to close the door and turn around, Dan was reaching back to unzip the back of the mask so he could pull it off his head. He grinned at me as he shoved a hand through his hair.

"Like it?" He smirked. "Ordered it after you mentioned the gloves."

"I—" I swallowed thickly, still not sure how to react. The suit was tight tight. I could see everything.

There was a zipper on the crotch.

"Picked it up after work," he told me, resting his hands on his hips and looking down at himself proudly. "When I saw that your friends weren't here, I thought I'd come over a little earlier."

"My… my friends are here," I said faintly.

"Huh?" Dan frowned. "But their cars aren't…"

He trailed off when he looked to his left, through the living room door. Still dazed, and now uncomfortably horny, I followed his gaze and saw all of my friends crowded around Nev's chair to get a clear shot into the hall. They were staring at Dan in stunned silence.

Except Nev, who was slowly crunching down on a tortilla chip as he watched us with avid interest.

"Oh." Dan raised a gloved hand and casually said, "Howdy. I'm Dan. Rafe's neighbour."

None of them seemed to know how to answer. After giving me a cheerful smile, Dan sauntered into the living room, the suit squeaking with every step. He didn't seem remotely fazed to be wearing a skintight latex bodysuit in front of them.

I grew even more speechless when I saw his ass in said skintight bodysuit.

My gaze was still locked on it as I trailed after him. I was pretty sure my tongue was hanging out of my mouth.

"Game night, huh?" he asked as he stopped by the table, setting his hands back on his hips. Everyone's eyes darted down before quickly swivelling away. "Looks fun. Rafe said it's a roleplaying game?"

Everyone looked at me. I stared back blankly, my entire brain still preoccupied by Dan's ass.

Nev seemed to recover first, clearing his throat and picking up the entire bowl of chips, for some reason, before setting it back down. He seemed a little flustered, and it made me want to throw a blanket over Dan possessively.

"Uh, yeah, it's…" He was keeping his eyes carefully averted, because he was the only one currently sitting down, and Dan was standing right beside him with his vacuum-sealed crotch at Nev's eye level. "Uh, it's… uh…"

"Humandatory , " Reece finally supplied, reaching over Nev's head to hold out his hand. "Nice to meet you. I'm Reece."

"Dan." Dan cheerfully shook his hand, his suit squeaking with the movement. "Pleasure."

As Abed, Suki and Teresa introduced themselves—periodically shooting me wide-eyed looks—I shuffled behind my chair and gripped the back of it tight.

Hoping no one noticed the erection in my jeans.

I couldn't stop sneaking glances at him. I could literally count every muscle on his body. And the suit had gloves, these ones shiny to match the rest of it. I stared at his hands as he greeted my friends then set them back on his hips.

Drawing my gaze immediately to his dick.

"Well, sorry to interrupt." He chuckled, still completely unbothered. "I didn't realise y'all were here."

Everyone looked at me uncertainly, questions in their eyes. I'd told them I was bi while we were gaming online last week, casually dropping it into the conversation, and I'd mentioned telling them to Dan, but only Nev knew about the… arrangement with my neighbour.

The neighbour I'd complained to them all about for years.

The neighbour now standing in my house in a skintight latex bodysuit.

"Well," he said cheerfully when no one spoke. "I'll leave you to your evening. Rafe, I'll see you… soon."

I blinked, still struggling to process everything as he turned and headed for the door.

"Oh, good gravy," Nev muttered the moment Dan's ass was in sight. "I need another drink."

I finally launched into action, quickly following him. "Wait."

Dan turned with an easy smile. I stopped in front of him, trying not to look down too much or I'd get hard again.

"Did you walk over here like that?" I asked in disbelief, keeping my voice low because I knew my friends would be trying to eavesdrop.

He chuckled. "Uh-huh."

My mouth twitched before I snorted, which made him flash me that beautiful grin. Glancing back at the table, I hesitantly asked, "Do you, um, want to join us?"

I didn't think it'd be Dan's thing. At all. I didn't think sitting at a table uninterrupted for a few hours would be Dan's thing, let alone doing it while playing a nerdy roleplaying game.

His brows shot up as he glanced over at the table behind me. To my surprise, he grinned wide and nodded. "Sure. If you don't mind."

My belly jumped with pleasure. "Of course I don't mind, but…" I nodded at him, fighting another smile. "Do you want to go home and change first?"

He waved a gloved hand. "Nah. Let's play. This'll be fun."

—

Dan got surprisingly into it.

Nev hastily created a character for him—an intern called Marv who was the nephew of Suki's character, Delia, the HR manager. He gave him a starting bonus of nepotism protection. His weakness was a propensity for raiding the office fridge and stealing other people's food.

Dan seemed a little confused at first that the game was roleplaying as humans in the more mundane aspects of their lives, but he just shrugged, chuckled and said, "Okay, sure."

Then he looked confused again when we actually started playing, with Nev recapping where we'd ended things in the campaign last week.

"Alright, yesterday's workday ended with Delia in HR telling Simone the Warehouse Manager—that's Teresa's character," he added helpfully for Dan's sake, "that Bill from the warehouse—Bill is Abed's character—can't file the WPA059 form for his workplace accident that left him with a sprained ankle without also filing a PRWPA100 form, which is the form you're supposed to file before you file the WPA059 form. In retaliation, Simone started spreading around the office that Delia snoops through people's desk drawers after they've gone home."

Dan rubbed his jaw, his butt squeaking against the chair as he shifted in his seat. "Uh…"

"Suki, you start."

She grinned brightly. "Well, it's my nephew's first day as intern for the office, so he comes into work with me. When we get there, I introduce him to everyone." She cleared her throat and adopted the snootier voice she used for Delia. "‘Hi everyone, this is my nephew Marv. He's our new office intern. Please treat him with the same respect you show me. I will not tolerate any hazing. Marv, would you like to introduce yourself?'"

She nodded encouragingly at Dan as everyone looked at him. He glanced around the table with a slightly puzzled expression.

"Uh…"

"Just say what you imagine your character would say in this situation," Nev told him brightly.

"Uh…" He hastily picked up his character sheet and squinted at it. "Okay, uh… ‘I'm Marv. The new intern. I like to raid the office fri—'"

"You shouldn't tell them that," I murmured quickly, shooting him a tiny smile. "He's a nineteen-year-old, so just… imagine what a kid who doesn't really want to spend his time interning in a boring office would say."

"Right, right." Dan drummed his fingers on the table, his latex glove squeaking with the movement. "Okay. ‘Yo yo yo, I'm Marv. I like, uh… skateboarding. And getting wasted with my buddies. We know a guy who'll buy us beer from the gas station in exchange for weed.'"

I laughed, resisting the urge to reach over and squeeze his thigh. "That was good."

"I quickly cut Marv off and let everyone know that he is actually very responsible," Suki hastily said. "I take him over to his desk and quietly tell him that he can't talk like that in the office or I'll tell his mother about the beer."

"Uh…" Dan shot me a quick look. "I say… ‘Sorry, Aunt Delia'?"

Abed cleared his throat. "I walk up to Marv's desk as Delia walks away—"

"You limp," Nev corrected. "Sprained ankle."

"Right. I limp up to Marv's desk and tell him to fill out the PRWPA100 form for me."

"What the hell?" Dan grumbled beside me, making me purse my lips to hold back a snort.

"Why are you in the office and not in the warehouse?" Nev asked, raising his brow.

"Uh… I've come upstairs to complain to the manager"—he gestured at Reece—"about Delia being difficult, but when I heard her introduce her nephew as the intern, I just figure I'll get him to do the legwork for me."

"Alright, Marv, let's see how long it takes you to fill out the form…" Nev rolled his twelve-sided die and peered down at it. "Six hours."

"What?" Dan burst out, making me snort. "Six hours to fill in one fucking form?"

Nev shrugged. "It's a really long form. And it's your first day."

"Can I stop for lunch at least?"

"Well, that depends. Do you want to make the best impression on your first day?"

Dan thought about it for a second. "Nah. In fact, can I refuse to fill out the form?"

We laughed. Still chuckling, Nev told him, "Sure. So what do you say to Bill when he tells you to do it?"

It didn't take long for Dan to start causing complete chaos in the office. He had his character Marv tell Bill to "go suck a big one." He kept having Marv fart loudly and ‘prank' people by taking their stuff. He took bites out of people's lunches and put them back in the fridge. He sat with his feet up on his desk talking to his buddies on the phone about a party later.

I would've assumed I'd get annoyed by someone playing that way, but it made it so much more fun as the rest of us scrambled to make our characters react in believable ways. I could tell Nev was loving it, in his element as he kept track of Marv's mayhem so it would have repercussions when any of us did anything.

"I go into Delia's office to complain about—"

"Delia got drunk on her lunch break because she's so stressed from trying to control Marv," Nev reminded me. "She's pretty useless right now."

"Hmm." I pursed my lips, shooting Dan a tiny smile. "Okay, I go to complain to the manager instead."

"Narc," Dan muttered to me teasingly, making me grin.

"I'm having an affair with Delia, though," Reece pointed out. "So I'm not going to fire her nephew. I tell you ‘It's his first day. Let the kid settle in, for god's sake.'"

"Okay, so then I go up to Marv's desk to try and reason with him."

"Marv's not at his desk," Nev reminded me. "He's in the break room eating your lunch."

I burst out laughing as Dan grinned at me proudly. "Fine, then I just sit back down at my desk to try and do some work."

"You can't." Nev snorted. "Marv stole your keyboard."

"Man, Marv really sucks, huh?" Dan drawled as he sipped his water.

"I like Marv," Suki said brightly. "He's fun."

"Me too." Reece chuckled, looking at Dan. "You should play with us again, man."

Dan shot me a quick look before answering. "Sure. As long as Rafe doesn't mind me infiltrating game night with his buddies."

"Of course I don't," I said quickly, flushing when everyone looked at me. "You should. This was fun."

No one had asked us outright if we were dating or fucking or whatever. I mean, he'd shown up in a latex bodysuit, so it was pretty obvious that there was… something between us.

Despite the fact that he squeaked every time he moved an inch, everyone had just kind of forgotten that he was wearing fetish gear while we played.

Except me, obviously. I hadn't forgotten. I kept staring at his dick. And the zipper directly over it. If I just reached over and unzipped it…

I'd had to stop myself from thinking of some reason to leave the room with Dan, because I knew if I was alone with him, I wouldn't have been able to resist. My friends would, understandably, never set foot in my house again if one of them walked into the kitchen and saw me choking on Dan's dick as it poked out of the open zipper of his latex bodysuit.

When we finished for the evening—with Marv hiding in a supply closet so he could wreak havoc on the office overnight—everyone but me and Dan was tipsy on spicy margs and kept saying how fun that had been. They all urged Dan to play with us again, and he seemed pleased.

Nev offered to help me clean up, but I quickly told him there was no need. One, I wanted everyone to leave as soon as possible so I could be alone with Dan. And two, Nev definitely just wanted to get me in the kitchen to ask me questions , and he was a little drunk which meant he wouldn't be quiet or subtle about it.

By the time my friends were all finally piling out of the house to get in their cab, I was vibrating with anticipation. I could hear Dan loading the dishwasher for me while I closed and locked the door behind them. My dick was already chubbing up, and when I walked into the kitchen and saw him bending over the dishwasher, it jerked eagerly at the sight of his latex covered ass.

"I can't believe you walked over in that." I shook my head.

He peered back at me with a grin, then straightened. "Thought it'd be a nice surprise."

"It was. It is." I couldn't stop myself from walking over and brazenly grabbing his butt. "Your ass looks…"

"What?" He smirked.

I swallowed and croaked, "Really fucking good."

His grin widened. "I know."

When he turned to face me, I immediately palmed his stomach and ran my fingers over the ridges of his abs. Then down his hips. I wanted to touch every inch of him. Wetting my lips, I leaned up to kiss him like I'd been wanting to do for hours, eagerly gliding my tongue against his.

Dan cupped the sides of my neck with his gloved hands, huffing in amusement against my mouth when the latex squeaked. My hands had migrated back onto his ass, and I squeezed it before trailing one around to his front. To that zipper.

I wanted to get on my knees and suck him off while he was wearing this.

But when I grasped the pull tab, still thrusting my tongue hungrily into his mouth, Dan grunted and broke the kiss.

"Thing is, kitten…" He winced. "I've been sweating my balls off in this thing all evening."

I froze, then snorted with laughter as I stepped back. "Understandable. You want a shower? I need one too, so…"

He flashed me a wide, wicked grin and pressed another kiss to my mouth. "Let's go, kitten."