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My brain was still running at full speed. Processing every word and action. That he’s said he dated men and women and found me attractive wasn’t lost on me. Or the desire I saw in his eyes. Was he Bi or Pan? He’d not dated for over a year. What the fuck was up with that? He was a hottie, completely drool worthy. I had to stop myself from staring at him, because my fingers itched to touch. Such naughty fingers…
CHAPTER SEVEN
Luca
It had been a couple of hours since we’d settled down to sleep. I could feel Niall’s solid chest pressed against my back, and his arm was wrapped around my middle. The feel of his body felt hard against me, especially in certain parts. Well, I hoped it was what I thought it was and not just Niall’s belt buckle nudging my backside. It was a heady thought that his body was reacting to mine. And set my wistful imagination off at warp speed.
…it would be so easy for me to wiggle back and grind against him, all the while hoping that Niall’s hand strayed lower.
My thoughts were like a whirlwind, with different fantasies flying at me. It was just so hard not to give into my naughty thoughts and writhe. But it was hard. Any shift in Niall’s position sent more sensations direct to my now aching shaft.
I squeezed my eyes closed and tried to focus on my breathing instead. Steady my pulse, willing myself to calm down. What I needed to do was to concern myself with the reality of the situation and not get carried away dreaming. Forcing my body to relax, I emptied my mind and drifted off to sleep in Niall’s arms.
Niall
Ugh, it was like my dick was possessed, however much I tried I couldn’t stop my eager and sex starved cock from reacting to Luca’s closeness. The warmth of his body next to mine, the smell of him, and the soft curve of his ass called to me like a mythical siren calling to ancient sailors. Loring me, teasing me.
Deciding to fake being asleep, I rolled over till I spooned his back, only intending to lie up against him. But once there, I could feel his tempting body against mine–the urge to touch him was almost overwhelming. In an age-old move practiced by all men, I slowly slid my hand over his side and came to rest at his waist.
If I’d thought getting closer to him would soothe and ease me off to sleep, then I couldn’t have been more wrong. My unruly cock roared to life, at the same time as lustful images formed behind my eyelids.
I could see myself move that glorious mane of hair aside and kiss along the curve of his neck. My hand at his waist would ease lower, sliding down, only stopping when I reached his zipper. How easy it would be to slip my hand inside and brush against what I was sure would be silky-smooth skin.
I imagined what it would feel like to push his briefs aside, slip my fingers in close, and work his length with my hand. Oh, what sweet bliss I’d feel rubbing my length between his cheeks. I’d be so desperate to feel him come I would stroke him until my hand was slick with his cum. Just as I reached my peak, releasing against his butt cheeks.
And in my ideal fantasy, I would carry him to the showers and tenderly wash and kiss every inch of him, then towel him dry. Before returning us to our makeshift bed, pull him in close and listen to him drift to a contented sleep.
I knew that Luca had drifted away when his breathing slowed, and his body relaxed. My cock was killing me slowly. At the very least, I needed to find a bit of room in my slacks to ease the pressure. I didn’t dare take myself in hand with the reason for my discomfort being so close. Being a gentleman was torture.
It was just typical; I’d not spend the night with a man in my arms in what felt like a lifetime. Now I finally was, and I was snuggled up to him in the office’s gym.
Well, for a first date or encounter or whatever this was, however unexpected, I’d take it. It did, however, make coming up with a second date easier. First, I’d take him to a bar, then to dinner, then I hoped–to a proper bed.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Niall
I woke up with a start, disorientated for a moment, and unsure where the hell I was. The alarm on my phone was blaring out ‘The Boo Radleys - Wake Up Boo!’ An oldie, but so what? It’s a catchy tune. And I didn’t like the tunes my phone had preloaded. But what it also meant was the fact that it was 7.00am and time for me to get up. This morning, however, I didn’t want to move, although my back aches after being on a hard floor all night. The rubber mats were thin and uncomfortable, but with a gorgeous man snuggled up beside me, using my chest as his pillow. I didn’t want to wake him.
I usually felt uneasy when I was lying in bed with someone else, but I felt different with Luca. He could steal all the blankets if he wanted. If only he’d let me hold him like this forever.
Like all good things, it ended all too soon. Time to wake sleeping beauty and see if: -
a)The power was back on.
b)See if the swipe card reader was working.
c)Contact facilities myself about sending someone to look at the lift.
d)Get home and get changed.
e)Get Luca to agree to go out with me on a real date.
f)Punch Geoff for not sending the cavalry.
g)Buy Geoff a beer for forcing me to spend the night with Luca.
h)Tell Geoff what a cock-up he’d made designing the office refurb.
