Shawn

The look of wide-eyed wonder on Daniel’s face had me feeling about ten feet tall. I wanted him to be proud of me, to love what I’d worked so hard to achieve. I’d earned this. We’d earned this.

“Look at you, the big man now, huh?”

I laughed, cupping my junk through my pants. “Always been big, babe.”

He rolled his eyes as he continued to make his way around the office, looking over the various monitors that gave different views of the floor below.

“Fancy security system. You won’t miss a thing. Hoping to catch people being naughty or something?”

I laughed before coming up behind him to circle my arms around his waist. “Maybe. It’s sort of exciting though, don’t you think? All those cameras, and they don’t know they’re there. They think they’re getting away with something...”

Daniel’s breath caught. “Do you—do you like watching? I feel like that’s something I should know about you by now.”

I kissed the side of his head and let him go, moving back over to my desk and falling back into the large leather chair. My hands dragged along the cool armrests as Daniel watched me from across the room.

“Watching? I wouldn’t exactly say it was my thing.”

He seemed to relax at that before he slunk across the room to me. Once Daniel stood in front of me, I hooked my fingers into his belt loops until he fell into my lap. “Watching you? That’s a good show. Other people? Not so much.”

Daniel smirked as his arms draped over my shoulders. He kissed me then, slowly grinding on my lap.

“A show, huh?”

“Yeah. A show.”

He stood from my lap and pulled his shirt over his head. I bit my lip, sinking lower into my seat as he continued his slow strip tease, taking off each article of clothing as slowly as possible.

Fuck yes. I could get behind the concept of watching where Daniel Morgan was involved.

When he was totally naked, he backed onto my desk, sitting against the wood. He propped a foot against my leg as his hand wrapped around his cock and gave it a slow tug. Holy shit. That was so damn hot. This was more than what I’d hoped for when I brought up this little fantasy.

Daniel’s head dropped back, his hair falling over his shoulders as he let out a low moan. His hand picked up pace as pre-cum pooled on his tip. My mouth watered, craving to sink to my knees and get a taste of him, but the show was so much better. Daniel put on a great performance.

His fist swiveled and twisted, adjusting the rhythm every so often. His free hand sank between his legs to play with his balls and then slid back to push at his pucker. He spread himself out in front of me. Sprawled on my desk. My own filthy little display.

“That’s it, babe. Fuck that fist. Let me see you come apart. You’re so fucking sexy like that. So hot and ready. I’d fuck you raw right now if I could and you’d beg me for every last inch, wouldn’t you?”

Daniel whimpered, his hand faltering as his entire body spasmed. His cum spilled over his fist and over his abs as he rode out his release. Goddamn, he was divine.

He lay there panting for a few moments before he sat up. “What—what the hell was that?” His voice was weak and raspy.

I chuckled, palming my cock through my pants, rubbing slowly.

“I don’t know, but it seemed like a fun idea at the time.”

A playful grin spread across Daniel’s face as he sank to his knees and sucked me dry for the second time that evening.

***

“This place is fucking awesome!”

“What?”

Chase shoved my arm as we all made our way through the crowds. Fucking opening night and I’d made sure everyone was there. Even poor little Aiden, who pouted at the wristband that he had to wear so they wouldn’t serve him at the bar. I liked the kid, but I wouldn’t lose my liquor license right off the bat just to make him happy.

The music was loud and deafening, the pulse of the beat coursing through my body as my eyes met wide brown doe eyes from behind the bar. If Daniel thought I was going to let him continue to work for my dad, he was mistaken. We were both technically working for the night, but as the owner, I had a little more freedom to move about. It didn’t mean that I wouldn’t still find my place slinging beverages. It was one of the things I loved the most.

“Hey, look who it is,” Nathan said as he plopped onto a bar stool, grinning like an idiot. When his brother plopped next to him, we all noticed that the wristband had magically vanished. I rolled my eyes, producing a new one from my jacket pocket and slapping it on his wrist. He frowned at me and crossed his arms.

“Just ruin all the fun, why don’t you?”

“I’ll ruin as much fun as I want when it’s my business on the line.”

Aiden looked taken aback, but then relaxed when an arm draped over his shoulder. Joe ordered two drinks and completely ignored my protests when he handed one off to Aiden and then dragged him out to the dance floor.

“I’m still... processing that.”

I laughed, placing a hand on Nathan’s shoulder. “Don’t stress. I think it’s good for them.”

“Is it? You know what they did.”

We all did, and it wasn’t the best way to find out. The point was the two of them were happy and we didn’t have a right to interfere.

I sighed as Chase grabbed his boyfriend’s hand. “Shawn is right. Forget it for a night. We’re here to have fun and celebrate.”

Before long, it was just me and Daniel at the bar. Even Brandon and Andrew had made their way out into the crowd. It was nice seeing our friends all letting loose and enjoying themselves, and that we were able to provide them a place to do that.

“Do you think we’ll ever get to just enjoy it?”

I looked over at Daniel, who was leaning across the bar top. “Definitely. And I plan to. We don’t work every night. It’s all going to depend on how much time you’ll want to spend here on your off time.”

He scrunched his nose. “You might be right about that.”

This had been an exciting start to a new adventure in our lives, and I was glad to have Daniel alongside me for the ride.