Page 22 of A LIttle Christmas: Samm
His lips part, and Samuel slips inside, tasting him. He feels the man stiffen, his hands harden, and then he’s pushed back.
Samuel closes his eyes against the scowl on his boss’s face. “Not gay, then?” he murmurs, and licks his lips.He feels dizzy.
“I wouldn’t say that,” he says and licks his bottom lip.
“If you’re going to do this, it has to be me. Please, please, Mr. Demarco.”
His boss flinches, gasping as he turns his head away. “Mr. Demarco,” he repeats, and he grabs Samuel hard, one arm around his waist that keeps him close, the other on the back of his head, tucking Samuel’s head against his chest. It keeps him still.
It means Samuel can’t kiss him anymore.
“You’ve had too much to drink, and the last few days have been... difficult. I understand that. Tomorrow, we will go to work and we will start over. I’m your boss. You’re my employee. That’s it. And….” He isn’t done yet, he’s thinking. He rubs his jaw over Samuel’s head, takes in a breath of Samuel’s hair, and his arms squeeze Samuel tighter.
Doesn’t that mean he wants Samuel, too? Samuel worms closer, hips pressing forward, desperate to feel if Mr. Demarco is hard or not.
He turns his hips just enough that Samuel can’t tell. But his own erection is pressed against the older man.
“Fuck— that’s your…. I won’t do this here. With you drunk.”
“I’m sorry, Sir,” he whispers and slouches into himself, making some effort to get away. Not a lot. And he isn’t released.He’s petted and kept close, which is nice. His hand rubs up and down Samuel’s back, but it’s soft and gentle rather than sexual.
Definite Daddy.
“We need to update the client files. Come in this weekend, and we’ll get it done. Overtime, and I’ll buy us lunch?—”
Samuel laughs. “That’s funny. No way,” he lifts his head and kisses his boss’s neck. He doesn’t mean to do more than press his lips against him, but he can’t help it. He opens his mouth and licks, needing to know what the man tastes like, the texture of his skin. He whimpers and sucks, wants to leave a hickey, some mark that he was there.
His head is pulled back, his scalp burns, and he realizes Mr. Demarco’s hand is fisted tight in his hair. “Please,” he whimpers, blinking quickly because tears are filling his eyes. His cock is so hard that it hurts.
“I’m not perfect, Samuel,” he says, voice low and raspy. “I’m not made of stone. This isn’t nice of you,” he says. He’s looking at Samuel like he’s never seen him before.
“I can’t give up my weekend of mediocre sex up to go into work with you.That’scruel,” he says.
He feels the shock go through his boss’s body. “It isn’t cruel. That’s not how I meant it.”
“Maybe you didn’t mean it that way, but it is. You know I want you so much that I’m tempted to give up everything just to do work beside you.” He pushes away from the man, and he’s let go. It’s cold and lonely to be a foot away from him and not be held.
“I hadn’t thought about it, Samuel. Not really. I’m sorry,” he says, and he means it.
Samuel presses his hands to his burning eyes. “Shit. I shouldn’t have had that much booze because you’re not going to take me seriously, and it does make everything worse, but you’re--” he gasps, his breath hitches. He forces the words out,“You’re everything to me. I want it to be you I spend the weekend with. If you don’t know what you want, then you should use me to learn. Be my Daddy and?—”
“That’s enough!” He growls, and then he’s hauling Samuel around the car, gripping his bicep and dragging him along like Samuel really is a naughty child about to be punished. He’s put in the car, the door closes, and then they’re driving to Samuel’s house.
“I apologize for my outburst,” he says as they pull up to a stop sign.
“I invaded your boundaries. Hit on you. You’re angry. Makes sense.”He blinks back more tears.
“I’m not really angry. It’s a lot to think about. Will you let me think about it? We can talk tomorrow. You’ll be sober and I’ll have… jerked off, I don’t know. But we can talk about it like rational adults.”
“Yeah. Fun,” he says, quiet but laced with as much sarcasm as possible.
“I didn’t know what any of this was 24 hours ago. If we do this and it goes wrong, then I lose an assistant and a friend. You are my friend, Samuel. And I am yours. My family loves you more than they love me. It has to be right. I care about you enough that I want you to have what you deserve.”
He pulls into Samuel’s apartment complex. Samuel undoes his seatbelt and gets out of the car but leans back in before closing the door. “Okay, sure. But if you somehow decide to do this, then you’re going to be my Daddy, and I want you to come at me like a wrecking ball. Clothes ripped off, bent over the couch, a lost weekend, all of it.”
He meets his boss’s eyes in the dimly lit car. Samuel’s demands don’t seem to have surprised him. His smile is slight. “And they say romance is dead.”
Samuel snorts and closes the door.
