Page 14 of A LIttle Christmas: Samm
“It’s… embarrassing.”
“I thought you liked being embarrassed,” Bryan says absently, trying to fix the cufflink on his sleeve that has just come undone.
He can see Samuel out of the corner of his eye. Samuel’s hand drops between his legs. He gives his cock a squeeze through his pants, and his eyes close like he’s in pain.
“Gentle,” he orders, and Samuel lets go with a gasp, his hands flattening on the desk before him. It might be the most artlessly arousing thing he’s ever seen and Bryan doesn’t even know why.
Then Samuel looks up at Bryan, and the whites of his eyes are visible. Is he scared? Didn’t he realize Bryan could see him touching himself?
“I don’t know what I was doing. I swear to you, I never?—”
“Stop. You’re fine. It’s been a strange day for the both of us. Relax. Take a few breaths and then meet me at the elevator when you can,” he says, voice rough. He wants to touch Samuel, grab his shoulder or touch his hair, something to put the boy at ease because that’s what a good Daddy would do when his boy was anxious. Which means that is what Samuel would respond to.
This is insane. And once again Bryan’s cock is getting hard.
Samuel swallows audibly. He shakes his head in disagreement. “This isn’t a good idea. You’re going to wind up firing me, after all. I don’t mean to act like this, I swear. I think I’m… afraid. Or something? It’s confusing, you know?”
Bryan puts his hand over Samuel’s.
Samuel twitches under his grip and he’s almost positive the boy makes a quiet sound in his throat.
“Samuel. Trust me, it’s fine. Your job is safe.” Bryan’s heart is pounding, and his own cock is fully hard again. He feels powerful. As if he could unzip his pants and offer his cock to hisassistant and be swallowed down eagerly. As if Samuel is his for the taking.
He lifts his hand away. Has to open and close his fingers, tuck his hand into his pants, and try to wipe away the electric sensation of touching his assistant.
This is ridiculous.
Bryan turns away and goes to the elevator. He tries to calm down, to remind himself of the objective. Samuel is struggling with loneliness and desire, and Bryan wants to be a steadying influence. He does. Is it actually possible?
“Sorry,” Samuel says and gives him a tight smile as he shows up at the elevator. “I appreciate you doing this,” Samuel says. It isn’t very convincing. “Though I’d understand if you want to back out.”
“Hold the door!” Kevin calls and jogs towards them.
How annoying. Bryan puts a hand on the door, and Kevin from accounting steps inside with them. They chat until the doors open, and then he goes one way and they go another.
“I don’t want to back out,” Bryan says, picking up the conversation from where they were interrupted.
Samuel laughs weakly. A release of tension. They walk to Bryan’s car and say nothing, which is good. It gives Bryan a chance to shore up his talking points and get himself together.
“I value your advice and appreciate what you’ve done for me over the years,” Samuel says. It sounds rehearsed. “I know this isn’t the sort of thing you’re comfortable with….” Then he seems to run out of words. He shrugs, his smile is forced.
“It’s alright and I am happy to talk to you about any problem you have. It might be uncomfortable for me, but that doesn’t mean it shouldn’t be done.” Once again, he sounds stiff and formal to his own ears. Has he always been like this? “I don’t want to be judgmental, Samuel. I do understand that most everyone else in the world desires sex and companionship.”
Samuel nods sharply and opens the door, ducking quickly into the car.
Maybe it’s for the best because Bryan just made it seem like he has no desire for sex because he’s some boring, robotic businessman who cuddles his spreadsheets and jerks off to Excel updates.
He feels a sudden urge to drink five beers and force them both to watch a football game so he can prove he’s a man.
This isn’t going very well so far.
When Bryan gets in, he sees the young man dabbing at the corner of his eye with his knuckle.
A jolt of arousal courses through Bryan, and he isn’t sure why. But he wants to make Samuel look at him, wants to see if that was really a tear, if there are more. He wants to wipe them away himself. Would he look beautiful crying?
Another thing that has never even occurred to him.
“Have you ever been into anything kinky?” Samuel asks, as if he can read Bryan’s mind.
