Early the next morning, I woke up and forced myself out of bed. Nate was still sound asleep so I crept into the living room and looked at his desk. Crusted stains were the only evidence of what we did last night. Though, I didn't want to remove them I knew they couldn't stay.
Quickly, I grabbed a washcloth and cleaned up. As I did, my thoughts drifted back to how I'd made him cum. A smug sense of pride filled me at knowing that I could make him cum just by fucking his ass.
"Morning," Nate whispered as he wrapped his arms around me.
I hadn't heard him approach so I jumped. Nate laughed before planting a kiss on my cheek. I twisted my body and pulled him flush against my chest. He looked at what I'd been doing and smiled.
"You were very forceful last night," he blushed.
A pang of guilt flashed through me. For a moment I feared I'd really hurt him.
"I'm sorry ..." I started but he stopped me.
"Don't be … I … I liked it," he stammered. "But why here? Why did you want to take me so roughly here?"
I looked out the window and down at the desk before looking back at him with a smirk.
"Well, you work here a lot. So, I wanted to make love to you here so that every time you work you'll remember how I slammed into you so hard, you came just from getting fucked in the ass."
Nate blushed even brighter and bit his bottom lip.
"To make things fair, we can go to my club and I can make love to you hard and rough on my desk. That way I can get just as hard when I'm trying to work," I offered with a smirk.
"That would make things fair," he agreed.
I laughed, feeling lighter than I had in years.
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Later that night, I was, regretfully, alone in my office. Despite what we'd said Nate hadn't wanted to come back with me. He had to get to work and to be fair, so did I.
A knock on my door pulled my head away from a spreadsheet I'd been sorting through for over an hour. Nate stood shyly at my door wearing a timid smile and looking sexy as hell.
"Nate? What a nice surprise!" I said as I got up and moved around my desk.
Nate moved inside hesitantly then turned and locked the door. When I heard the click my eyebrows rose. He couldn't quite meet my eyes at first but I could see the blush slowly rising up his cheeks.
"Nate?" I asked again.
"Shut the curtains!" he commanded quietly.
I moved back to my desk and pressed the button on a small remote that controlled the ceiling-to-floor curtains. They allowed me some privacy whenever I needed it. Nate waited until the curtains were fully closed before walking up to me.
"Nate, what's going on?" I asked curiously.
He bit his bottom lip as he gripped my arms and moved me so I stood in front of my chair. Nate gave me a little push and I sat back down looking up at him. He quickly turned and moved the papers on my desk before turning back to me.
With wide eyes, I watched as his shaky hands moved up and slowly started pulling down his tie and unbuttoning his shirt. My mouth hung open as he revealed his delicious skin button by button. Then he started on his zipper.
"Nate …" I gasped after clearing my throat. "I need a bit of information here, not that I'm complaining or anything."
Nate paused as he hooked his fingers in his pants and underwear. I could see his cock and pubes poking out and my throat went dry.
"Well, you said we should make things fair."
At first, I couldn't grasp what he meant. Then a smirk spread across my face as he continued to strip. His cock sprang free and I groaned.
Instantly, I leaned forward and flicked my tongue over the head. Nate moaned as I wrapped my lips around him and started to suck. His hips jerked.
"Gabe!" he moaned.
Nate's cock popped out of my mouth as I made my way up his body. I lapped at his nipples before licking up his neck and taking his mouth in a hungry kiss.
He matched my intensity and even pushed against me with his tongue. His hands started lifting my t-shirt and I roughly pulled it off breaking the kiss for a moment. Nate instantly attached his lips and tongue to my chest and I moaned.
Before he could get too carried away I pushed him back and laid his back on my desk with his legs sticking up in the air.
"Wait! My bag …" he started before moaning as I nipped one of his cheeks.
I grabbed his bag and smirked when I looked inside. A small bottle of lube was hidden slightly in the corner. I took it out as I stood. His blush was back in full force as he watched me uncap it, pour a generous amount down his crack and spread it around.
After applying more to my cock I pushed myself into his entrance and it felt just as tight as before. Nate moaned as I bottomed out inside him. Soon, my office was filled with the sounds of Nate's moans, my grunts and slapping skin.
His hole clenched around me as I grabbed his shirt and pulled him up. His chest crashed against mine and his head rested on my shoulder.
"God Gabe!" he groaned out.
"Cum for me Nate, cum all over my desk!" I moaned into his ear, as I spun him around, just in time.
With my name on his lips, hot white jets of cum shot out of his cock all over my desk. My orgasm followed soon after and I came inside him.
We panted against each other neither one of us wanting to move. I loved the feel of his skin on mine and his body pressed against me. It was like nothing I'd ever known, not even with Ben.
Soon though, I reluctantly pulled out, moved over to my small bathroom and grabbed a washcloth. I cleaned him and my desk up before helping him get dressed. He looked sated and content.
"I should get off home now, I have an early class in the morning," he told me sleepily.
Reluctantly, I walked him downstairs and hailed a cab after he refused to allow me to take him home. To be fair, the reason he gave was valid.
"We all know if you take me home, I won't get any sleep and you won't get any work done."
That was all true, I would have insisted on taking him inside, into his bed and ravishing him all night long. With a sigh, I opened the cab door and kissed him thoroughly goodnight. His face was bright red as several catcalls came from the crowd lining up for entry.
Quickly, he got inside the cab and waved goodbye as he told the driver to go. I laughed as I made my way back inside. Once inside my office, I sighed happily as I sat down. Millie knocked on my door not long after.
"You busy boss?" she asked and I shook my head. "Well, your parents are here to see you."
"Really? Ok, let them in," I told her.
My stomach dropped a little as I watched them walk in. A visit, in general, was never a good idea on the best of days but a surprised one could only mean trouble. From the look on their faces, it couldn't have been good news.
Father's face was his usual mask of indifference but Mum's face looked like she'd sucked a lemon dipped in bleach.
"Mother! Father! What a nice surprise, how are you both?" I asked standing up to greet them.
Neither accepted my hand so a sinking feeling started to form in the pit of my stomach.
"We've been better," Father said stoically.
"Is something wrong?" I asked.
"Who was that man you said goodbye to?" Mum asked point blank.
My eyes widened and my mouth hung open.
"Well?" she asked, taking a seat on the small sofa.
"Well he erm … that's Nate, you know my friend from college. You've met him a few times," I told her.
"Oh right, yes I remember him," she said with an icy tone.
"What's going on?" I finally asked after a long pause.
Father sighed and straightened his tie, something he often did when he was uncomfortable.
"We saw you kiss him, Gabriel."
A cold chill swept down my spine and I involuntarily shivered. My back stiffened and I felt my heart hammering away.
"Well … I …" I stammered.
I had no idea what to say to that.
"Gabriel, are you gay?" my mother asked as a small sob escaped her throat.
It was as if the idea of me being gay was just as bad as being told I was dead. She looked like she was ready to burst into tears and howl in pain.
I squared my shoulders and looked at them dead in the face.
"Yes, Nate and I are together. I've been in love with him for over ten years," I told them.
Mother, as expected, started bawling her eyes and it was Father's turn to look like he was sucking a lemon.
"What did we do wrong?" she cried.
"Mother! You didn't do anything wrong, neither did I. Being gay isn't a crime or anything bad. I love him and I know he loves me," I told her kneeling beside her.
When I tried to pat her arm she yanked herself away as if I was going to burn her. Her eyes sobered up and then they turned steely hard.
"No! I will not accept my son is gay! I will not have a gay son! You have to come to your senses or we are done with you!" she yelled as she stood and backed away.
A stab of pain filled my chest at her words, I was always close to my mother and it hurt that she couldn't accept me for who I was. Why was she asking me to leave someone I loved? When she'd first met Father her family had done the same thing, giving her an ultimatum.
"Mother?" I asked in disbelief.
"She's right Gabriel. You must leave him or my support for this place will stop," Father added, sounding just as a matter of fact as he always did. "Think about it smartly Gabriel, if I pull out my money how long can this place stay open? How long will your employees stay employed?"
I moved to the window, pressed the button to reopen the curtains and looked down at the bustling club floor. Millie was serving along with several other bartenders and bouncers flittered to and fro. All my employees were almost down and out when I hired them. Now they were thriving because of this job.
Without my father's money this place would do well for a few months, maybe a year, if I was lucky. Then things would start to get tight and cuts would have to be made. Quality would drop and people would go elsewhere and I would have to shut down. This place was popular because, thanks to his money, I didn't skimp on quality.
With a tear rolling down my cheek, I sighed and nodded.
"Ok, I'll break up with him. I'll do what you say."
"Good, glad you see things the right way son," Father replied coldly before they left.
He tried to pat my shoulder before leaving but I shied away. His face clenched but he said nothing. Mother tried to hug me but I didn't respond, just stood there like a statue.
"Thank you, Gabriel, for seeing sense. I knew you would do the right thing. Let me set you up with a nice girl."
I gave her a blank stare and nodded automatically. She smiled and trotted off after my father.
A few hours later, my head was throbbing as I swirled the whiskey in my glass. I grabbed the bottle as soon as they left and was already past halfway.
With a heavy heart and tears flowing freely down my face, I took out my phone and took the coward's way out. I sent a text, ending our relationship before it truly had a chance to start.