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7

Seth

Seth held Dakota's face in his hands. Dakota was stunningly beautiful, with his square jaw and deep ocean-blue eyes. But the quality Seth was most drawn to was his kindness and the calm way he interacted with old people. Sweet traits that hadn't prepared him for the way their kiss sent an electric current straight to his cock. He didn't know what he'd been expecting from kissing Dakota, but it wasn't this heavy beat of need. He really did feel like he'd drunk a love potion. It had taken the whole time Dakota was gone for his head to clear, and even now, staring into Dakota's eyes, he didn't feel clear-headed at all.

"How long is your break? If I kiss you again, I won't want to stop." He caressed Dakota's cheek with his thumb.

"For the next fifteen minutes, I'm all yours." Dakota's voice was low as he pressed Seth against the wall.

Seth's breath caught as he looked into Dakota's eyes and saw his need mirrored back. He leaned into the next kiss, abandoning himself to the feel of Dakota's soft lips and the hard ridges of his back muscles beneath Seth's hands. He wanted to dive into Dakota, to get under his skin, to feel engulfed by him. It was like magnets buried deep in each of them were dragging them closer. Fifteen minutes wouldn't be enough, and it would be an eternity because Seth felt like they had just stepped out of time.

He opened his mouth, and Dakota's tongue slipped in. Dakota leaned into him, and Seth's pulse raced as Dakota's hard-on pressed into his thigh. He slid his hands down the lean, smooth length of Dakota's back and cupped his ass cheeks. They were firm and round, and he gripped hard as he pulled Dakota onto his thigh, rubbing against that delicious erection.

Dakota groaned and rocked against him. He yanked at Seth's tee shirt, freeing it from his jeans, then ran his hands across Seth's bare skin. Seth shivered and brought his thigh up between Dakota's. He pictured himself as a wraith slipping inside of Dakota, only not a wraith because Dakota was very much alive and Seth didn't want to control him, he just wanted to crawl inside, to get close enough to share his heartbeat.

Dakota slid his fingers beneath the waistband of Seth's jeans, and Seth had to press himself against the wall to keep his legs from buckling. Then Dakota thumbed open the top button of his jeans, and his hand slipped lower. When his fingers grazed the tip of Seth's cock, Seth met the gesture by pushing Dakota away just enough to get his hands on him while maintaining that soul-wrenching kiss. He fumbled with Dakota's zipper, then finally got it down. Dakota's erection was perfect; long, sleek and very hard, like a dragon's dagger.

He broke the kiss, suddenly needing more, needing nothing in life other than the feel of that dagger against the back of his throat. He held Dakota's gaze as he slowly sank to his knees, giving Dakota time to stop if that's what he wanted. But Dakota didn't stop him. Instead, he watched Seth hungrily, biting his bottom lip. His cock, which Seth had sworn was as hard as a cock could be, somehow got harder and longer as it rubbed first against Seth's belly, then his chest and chin until finally Seth was eye level with the longest, straightest, most beautiful cock he'd ever seen.

Dakota's fingers tangled in Seth's hair, gentle and tender and sweet. Then Seth licked the end of Dakota's cock, tasting salt and desire, and Dakota's grip tightened. Seth looked up again and held Dakota's gaze as he slowly took his cock deep into his mouth. Dakota inhaled sharply. He let go of Seth's hair and put his hands on the wall in front of him to steady himself. Seth held on as he slid his mouth up and down Dakota's cock. He wanted to hold out, to let the moment magically stretch and stretch and stretch, but each time Dakota took a rasping breath, it sent a pulse of desire through Seth's whole body until eventually he had to touch himself, had to find relief. As he wound his free hand down the path Dakota's hand had taken, to grasp himself, just the thought of Dakota's previous touch had him on the verge.

Dakota must have been feeling the same building pressure because he started to move, light thrusts, as if restraining himself, as if he'd like to pound into Seth's mouth, but wouldn't, because Dakota was gentle and kind and so hot that it left Seth breathless. Dakota moaned, and the sound coursed through Seth, tipping him over the edge, and he was sucking and coming and falling apart. Almost at the same time, Dakota tried to pull out. Still, Seth held him there, drinking in the warm saltiness, tasting Dakota for the first time like an elixir he wanted to drink again and again.

Seth sat back on his heels, and Dakota dropped to the floor. He fit perfectly into Seth's embrace. They stayed that way for a long moment, catching their breath. Dakota was the first to pull away. He sat up enough to stuff himself back into his jeans and give Seth time to do the same. Then he settled back into Seth's arms.

"That was—" he started, then stopped.

"The most spectacular thing that's happened to me in a long time," Seth said.

Dakota laughed. "I was going to say unexpected, but yes, that too. It's certainly the best sex I've had in the breakroom at work."

"Oh, so do you regularly have sex back here?"

Dakota pulled his head off Seth's chest and considered him. "Would it make you jealous if I said yes?"

Seth felt his face go hot. "Maybe."

"You don't need to be. I am sure this is not the first time someone has had sex back here—after all, I did just toss a couple of ninety-year-olds out of the walk-in—but it is the first time I've had sex back here."

Seth stroked Dakota's arm. "We could do it again."

Dakota groaned and checked his watch. "I can't. Brooke will be wondering where I've gone. Well, maybe she won't be wondering, but I still better check on the store."

"Oh, right." Seth disentangled himself and stood up. He held out a hand to Dakota and hauled him up. "I'd like to see you again."

Dakota looked at him strangely. "You're going? Oh, of course, you're going. You have a life and stuff. Yes, let's get together sometime." He glanced toward the breakroom door and then turned back to Seth. "Would tonight be too soon? I get off at ten."

"I thought you got off a few minutes ago."

Seth loved how Dakota's blush flowed up his neck and flooded his cheeks. Before he could answer, Seth wrapped his arms around him and whispered, "Yes. Let's do it all over again at ten."