Even Chandler grinned as he followed Haoyu.“Not bad for the new kid.”
“Come on.”Timo slapped Noah’s shoulder.“Have a drink; settle your nerves.”
In an apparent daze, Noah followed him past other terminals.“That was incredible.”
“You didn’t think we did this just to earn a living, did you?”Timo laughed as he gestured to let Noah step ahead of him into the office.Noah’s silly grin and his own giddiness made it impossible to rememberhands offand he touched Noah’s arm when they moved into the room.
Just inside, Noah breathlessly faced him.“I didn’t even have a rush like that on those mountain trails.”
Grinning back, Timo stood very close.“Nothing else like it.”
Noah kissed him.
* * *
Noah’s whole body still tingled as he opened his mouth, the source of all this heat and blistering energy suddenly seeming to stem from his lips.In almost the same instant as contact, Timo had kicked the door closed behind him without looking and grabbed Noah’s head in both hands.Noah’s back hit the wall before he knew Timo was shoving him into it.
He would still have been laughing if he could breathe, instead lifting his hands in return to hold on to Timo, sharing pressure while Timo’s mouth and chest and hips ground into him.His own high already left him lightheaded, walking on air, so these new layers merged, making it impossible to single out one thrill from the next, one euphoria from the next.
He ached for Timo’s hands all over him, even more now in this rush of emotion than last night after dinner, when pride had made him flee the couch, when he’d just accepted a challenge about falling in love with someone.He couldn’t have turned right around and started making out on the couch two hours later.
Now, though, he was hard and didn’t care about spells or challenges, this man being his boss or appropriate workplace behaviour.He cared about the praise Timo had given him and his own trading victory and about welcoming this gorgeous, magnetic, split personality to show Noah one more side of himself.
True to form, Timo wasn’t shy about going straight for the fly once Noah parted his lips.
How did one breathe?Noah wasn’t a newcomer to all this, but certainly a novice compared to the man flattening him against the paintwork.
He fought to catch air through his nose while Timo’s tongue burned a trail through his mouth, only to gasp violently, wrenching his face sideways in his own fight for breath.Timo’s hand was already down Noah’s briefs, hot skin on skin, fingers around Noah’s cock with a force and urgency that should have been painful, but reached Noah’s brain as an all-consuming appetite for even more contact.
Timo didn’t bother trying to follow Noah’s mouth.While Noah fumbled with one hand to open Timo’s fly in return, clumsy and awkward as a brick wall compared to Timo’s lightning reflexes and honed movements, Timo’s mouth found his neck.He kissed into the hollow of Noah’s jaw, trailed his tongue along the curve of bone, and closed his mouth on Noah’s throat like a wolf trying to decide if this was the right place to bite down.His left hand held Noah’s head; Noah’s left hand on the back of Timo’s neck, while all his focus went into his right hand.
With the last barrier of briefs surmounted, Timo thrust against him and Noah once more struggled to catch his breath.He scrambled to hold their rigid cocks together but Timo again beat him to it, every movement ten times more adept than Noah’s stumbling efforts.
Noah could have blissfully come with him like that, never mind stains on his suit.Instead, Timo’s pushing against him brought him back with a bump to wondering what Timo had in mind.Probably more than a quick hand job; and he probably wasn’t going to ask Noah’s opinion.
Not at all sure he was ready for much more, not here, in the middle of the day in the office with a thin door separating them from nearly a dozen colleagues, with a dozen blazing monitors in their faces, Noah rested a hand on Timo’s chest, trying for a few inches of space.What about lube?What about being safe?
“Timo —”
Timo moved with him, the pressure of his chest and mouth against Noah vanishing at a touch.Startled, wishing it hadn’t been that easy, wanting the force, the heat, the heart-pounding rush just as much as the downhill ride with no switchback in sight, Noah instead leaned forwards, trying to follow him, only to discover Timo wasn’t stepping back from him at all.Timo hit his knees, his own cock in one hand, Noah’s in the other.
Noah swore, almost choked, at the inferno-intensity of Timo’s tongue snaking around his tip before the whole length of his shaft seemed to be impossibly in Timo’s mouth.
Noah couldn’t forget for a second that there were people just on the other side of this wall, but knowing he had to shut up and grit his teeth and actually doing that were two different things.He swore again, hissing out his breath, his body a mass of tight muscles to keep himself quiet as he gripped Timo’s head in both hands, fingers twisting into hair, toes curling in his shoes.
How the hell could he do that?
There was no way, no fucking way, Noah could ever compete with that.Had Timo been a damn sword-swallower to make ends meet back in his early life in Russia?
Timo’s fingers played with Noah’s balls while Noah thrust against his mouth, braced for pain, but Timo let him off easy there, the massaging pressure just right, firm enough to make Noah’s eyes roll back in his head even if Timo hadn’t been swallowing his whole cock, but not so firm as to hurt.
Noah lasted all of a minute with this treatment, and felt he deserved a hearty handshake at least for managing that long.
Whispering steadily to force himself not to cry out, Noah dug his fingers in even harder, gripping hair and skull, pushing into Timo’s mouth until Timo would surely suffocate, while Timo gave every appearance of not minding in the least.
“Timo, fuck, oh…Fuck …”
How?Timo wouldn’t expect Noah to be capable of such a thing, would he?Could he teach Noah to deep-throat like that?Why hadn’t Noah stepped into the bathroom with him that very first night at the bar when Timo started harassing him?