Page 10 of A LIttle Christmas: Samm
Neither Samuel nor Ballbuster would use the word penis.
Surely, he isn’t that much of a prude? In the safety of his own mind, he can think the word cock. Imagine Samuel on the ground and those plump lips?—
“Sit down,” Bryan commands, harsher than he intended. He gestures at the seat across from him and forces a smile in hopes of taking the sting out of his words.
Samuel pales and sits down hard. “Oh god. You got me this because you’re firing me, after all.”
“Wendy called you again?”
Samuel shrugs.
“No, I’m not firing you. Hopefully, no one will know. If IT or HR shows up with questions, then I’m going to pretend I have no idea what they’re talking about. If they ask you to go see them, tell me. I’ll go with you. They’ll leave you alone if I’m there. We’ll get past this, and we’ll pretend it never happened. Go back to how it was before,” he says, and realizes he’s been making too many sharp hand gestures.
“Right. Wow. Thank you. I wasn’t sure how you’d react. You were so angry yesterday.” The boy’s shoulders slump, so disappointed in himself that Bryan doesn’t want to add to it.
Bryan leans back in his chair. “I was… surprised,” he lies. Admitting that he was angry would give the wrong impression. “I don’t like disorder and problems. You having proclivities outside of the office is your business. So long as it doesn’t interfere with work, it’s irrelevant.”
“Proclivities?” Samuel repeats, gaze narrowing.
Okay, that was definitely a poor word choice.And he did sound stuffy as hell.
“Look, I just figured out my brother and his wife are swingers and will never look at a pineapple the same way again. My perfect assistant, who I valueimmenselybecause you always stay as late as I do, and you make me look like a genius, is looking for a relationship. Which means your time will be divided. It will be exciting for you. My disappointment is misplaced, and I apologize. I should not have used that word.”
The silence is lengthy.
“Wow. I didn’t expect that, either,” Samuel says. His eyes are wide.
Bryan looks away from him. The problem with knowing that Samuel likes men is that now he’s thinking about it. And he knows that Samuel considers himself a power bottom.
Bryan googled it at two in the morning.
He has even more questions now. Questions he cannot ask, or else he’ll be written up for sexual harassment.
This sweet, competent, attractive young man considers himself to be a boy in the bedroom. He wants a Daddy. He wants to be Daddy’s ‘hole’ and get praised. He wants to be sore and he wants to cry and be comforted while sitting on Daddy’s cock.
Remembering what Samuel wrote while the young man sits across from him is awful. There’s a bizarre sensation in his stomach like a thousand angry butterflies have just crashed into his guts.
A wide range of activities and behaviors fall under the umbrella of Daddy and boy in the gay community.
Which, again, isn’t something he knew before 2 am.
“This isn’t any of my business, but I promised Wendy I would check in with you regarding your potential sexual partner.”
“My… oh?” He asks and crosses his legs. He sucks his bottom lip into his mouth briefly and then sits up straight. His bottom lip glistens. Has Samuel always had these mannerisms? Does he mean to convey the idea that he is sexually eager and available?
Bryan is uncomfortably hard in his pants, and he can say with complete honesty that this isn’t a problem he’s ever had before. To be aroused at work is ridiculous.
“I think the power dynamic is too unequal at work,” Bryan says, wanting the conversation to end. He needs to relieve his arousal, and then he can talk with Samuel about this. “I’d hate for you to think you have to answer questions you don’t want to. If you’re willing to go for a drink after work to discuss it, thenI will make myself available. Not a drink, dinner,” he corrects, because that would be even more inappropriate. “We can discuss it, and I can reassure Wendy that you will be safe. Then we can go back to how things were before all this.”
Bryan realizes he’s sweating. Again. He’s nervous and can barely look Samuel in the face this feels so wrong. Is it embarrassment he feels? And he hates how formal and pedantic he sounds. Why does he sound like a god damn robot?
“Power dynamic?” Samuel repeats. He enunciates it in such a way that Bryan knows his young employee has an opinion about the words, but he doesn’t know what the opinion might be.
“Yes. I’m your boss. You might feel like you have to tell me things you don’t want to.” Bryan is definitely feeling embarrassed. Plus the arousal. It isn’t a nice combination.
“So… you want to go to dinner, and we’ll talk about my being a… power bottom?”
Bryan tries not to flinch. “Among other things.”
