Chapter 8

The shrill sound of his alarm woke him up.

Groaning, Peter reached for his phone, trying to find it without opening his eyes.

He failed, of course.

“What’s that noise?” Justin mumbled, burying his face tighter against Peter’s armpit, as if trying to hide there.

Opening his eyes, Peter finally located his phone and turned his alarm off. “My alarm. Rise and shine, Danvers.”

“No,” Justin mumbled. “I refuse. It’s Christmas Eve. And it’s still dark.”

“It’s six.”

“Six? Why are we getting up at six? Our office is a short elevator ride away.”

“We have just enough time to have sex if we’re efficient.”

“You put sex into your schedule?”

“Of course,” Peter said. “Now get on it.”

“You’re a tyrant,” Justin said, slipping his hand down Peter’s bare chest and wrapping it around his morning wood. He sighed. “I kind of hoped you’d have a small cock. But of course you don’t. Life isn’t fair.”

“Shut up and suck my cock, dear. We’re running on a tight schedule.”

Laughing into his armpit, Justin started stroking his cock. “I’m too sleepy to suck you off. A handjob will have to do. It’s your own fault for scheduling sex at ass o’clock.”

“It’s your fault for falling asleep yesterday. If I’d fucked you last night, the issue would have been fixed.”

Justin groaned. “God, why is it that your horrible attitude doesn’t piss me off? It shouldn’t be endearing. I need help.”

“What you need is my cock in you.” Peter slid his hand down Justin’s bare back, groping his perky ass. “We’re wasting time, Danvers. Get lube from the drawer.”

“Figures you’d be unbearably bossy even in bed,” Justin grumbled, but he let go of Peter’s cock and did as he was told. “Fucking control freak.”

“Don’t pretend you don’t like it,” Peter said. “Get on your stomach.”

With much grumbling, Justin flopped onto his stomach.

Peter took a moment to look at him, stroking his erection to take the edge off.

Justin was beautiful, all smooth, pale skin and a plump, muscular ass Peter wanted to sink his teeth in.

So he did.

Justin yelped. “Peter!”

Laughing, Peter kissed the mark he’d just left and opened the bottle of lube. It was strange. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d laughed during sex. It wasn’t as though he wasn’t aroused—he was, to the point that his cock fucking ached and throbbed, already leaking precome—but there was lightness and warmth in his chest he usually didn’t feel during sex.

He prepped the boy carefully but quickly, barely touching his prostate as he stretched him with his fingers. Justin was still squirming within minutes.

“Fuck.” Justin’s voice was a mix of a groan and a whine. He turned his head to look at Peter over his shoulder. “Come on, I’m ready. Want your cock. Wanted it forever.”

Peter had to squeeze the base of his cock to stop himself from coming like a green boy. He spread lube all over his cock with his left hand, his eyes flicking back and forth between Justin’s sweet profile and the way his hole was sucking in the tips of Peter’s fingers. He thrust his fingers in and out, watching Justin’s eyes become more heavy-lidded, his face flushing and lips parting as he panted.

“Come on,” Justin whined, pushing back onto his fingers. “Aren’t we on a tight schedule? I’m ready, Peter.”

Pulling his fingers out with an obscene slick sound, Peter nudged his cockhead against Justin’s hole. He went still, teasing them both, but Justin lifted his ass higher, practically fucking himself back on his cock.

They both groaned as the head popped in.

Fuck, he was so damn tight.

Peter mouthed Justin’s bare shoulder, breathing hard as he resisted the urge to just pound into him.

He pushed inside slowly, relishing the way his associate’s hole took him easily, surrounding his cock in velvet, pulsing heat.

“On second thought, this is the worst idea ever,” Justin ground out breathlessly. “I’ll never be able to look at you without remembering what your cock feels like inside of me.”

Good , something whispered at the back of Peter’s mind viciously. I’ll fuck you so good you won’t be able to live without my cock in you.

Shaking the insane thought off, Peter sank his teeth into Justin’s shoulder and started thrusting, aiming for Justin’s prostate. He was rewarded with quiet, helpless whimpers that quickly grew in volume.

“Oh—ahh—there—Peter...”

There was something about the way Justin moaned out his name that went straight to his cock. The boy was fucking born to moan his name, born to take his cock, born to have his hickeys all over his body.

Peter sucked hickeys into his neck and shoulders, his thrusts becoming harder and shorter, like that of an animal pistoning into a bitch in heat. Justin’s moans turned into high-pitched whines, and he was slamming back onto Peter’s cock as though he couldn’t get enough of it, getting on his elbows and knees.

Slipping his hand down, Peter grabbed Justin’s hard, heavy cock and started stroking it in time with his thrusts, watching Justin’s face hungrily. His own cock was an afterthought; he couldn’t look away from Justin’s profile: his parted lips and slack jaw as he let out blissed-out moans at every thrust of Peter’s cock. Watching his face was the biggest turn on of Peter’s life. He couldn’t look away, snapping his hips harder and harder, until Justin’s face crumpled into sobs. He spilled into Peter’s hand with a cry and his knees gave out beneath him. But Peter slipped an arm around him and hauled him back so that he was leaning weakly back against Peter’s chest. Groaning, Peter fucked into him with hard, desperate thrusts until he felt his own orgasm ripping through him.

He slumped on top of Justin, completely spent.

Christ. So damn good. He’d never felt better in his life.

For a long moment, the sounds of their heavy, panting breaths filled the room.

“You’re heavy,” Justin mumbled.

“I’m not moving.” His limbs felt too heavy to move. All he wanted was to close his eyes and go back to sleep like that, still buried inside his associate.

“Didn’t say I wanted you to move. This is nice.”

“Mhmm. We still have about fifteen minutes before we have to get up.”

Justin snickered. “We’re ahead of schedule, then.”

Smiling, Peter mouthed his sweaty shoulder. “That’s why we’re the best team in the firm. We’re very efficient.”

“We are,” Justin said softly—fondly?—turning his head and pressing his cheek against Peter’s. “Your face is all prickly,” he said with a laugh, but it didn’t seem as though he minded.

Peter breathed him in, suddenly wondering if fifteen minutes was enough for another round. He didn’t want to pull away, didn’t want to pull out of him.

It was ridiculous. He’d always had a very healthy sex drive, but fifteen minutes was nowhere near enough for him to get it up again.

Besides, it was supposed to be a one-time thing.

This must be enough for him, to stop being so distracted by his associate.

It had to be, for both of their careers’ sakes.