Page 107 of Golden

Some things never change. Leaning against the doorframe to the office, I watch as Wes sits, clicking away, completely engrossed in what look like lines of code running across the massive screen of his computer. Shirtless, in a pair of navy basketball shorts, his earbuds are firmly in place, his knee bouncing in time to whatever he’s listening to.

I had no idea he was going to be working from home today and I’m back earlier than planned, partly because we’re going away this weekend to celebrate our anniversary.

For our first year, it was a source of debate, which date to celebrate. The day before the fundraiser, when we admitted how we felt? Or the day of the fundraiser when we finally got our shit together?

Ultimately, we decided on the date of the fundraiser, which will be five years ago tomorrow. Five years. I smile to myself. Sometimes, Franklin West seems like a lifetime ago. Jacey is a sophomore there now and from the sounds of it, nothing’s changed.

There are times I wonder what would have happened if I’d figured things out sooner. We were at the same school for three years before we really saw each other. But Wes likes to remind me that there’s no point lingering on what could have been, not when we have everything we could want. And we really do. My heart swells as I drink in the broad shoulders I love so much.

Wes leans back in his chair, scrunching his long fingers in his hair, his biceps flexing. He’s let it grow a little longer over the past couple of years, not by much, though, and he refuses to admit it’s because I once got a little too drunk one Christmas and begged for something to hold onto when he lets me fuck his mouth.

I swallow a moan at the thought, my dick thickening in my pants. Wes’ hands return to his keyboard, still oblivious to my presence, and I grin as I begin unbuttoning my shirt.

Usually on a Friday afternoon, Wes is in the office. After completing a masters in digital marketing while working for Alex’s dad’s company, he quit two years ago to start his own firm. It specializes in analyzing a company’s marketing, helping them to grow in the right direction. It was tough going in the beginning and there were a lot of bumps in the road, but this year his company is finally gaining traction, with businesses starting to reach out to him instead of him doing all the leg work.

Shrugging out of my shirt, I carefully hang it on the door and unfasten my pants. The late afternoon sun illuminates the hardwood floors with gleaming shafts of golden light through the half-closed blinds as I toe off my shoes, checking that Wes is still engrossed in his work. I adore our little apartment in Los Feliz, even though our parents keep hounding us to upgrade to somewhere bigger. Neither of us see the point. After all, it’s just us.

My blood thrums in anticipation as I step out of my black boxer briefs and place them on top of my pile of clothes. Completely naked, the hairs lift on my arms in anticipation, and I resume my lean against the doorframe, taking my semi-hard cock in hand.

“I hope you’re planning on making good use of that, Dr. Brooker,” Wes says, his back still to me.

My hand stills. “How long have you known I was here?”

Wes leans back in this chair, dipping his head and looking at me upside down. “I saw you in the reflection of my monitor the second you stepped in the room.”

I laugh, resuming the stroking of my cock as I step forward. “Why didn’t you say anything?”

“And spoil my strip tease?” He spins his chair so he’s facing me, his attention fully focused on my hand as he licks his lips and reaches for my waist. “Not a chance. Now, come here and feed me that fat, juicy cock.”

“Fuuuuuck.” I groan as he leans forward and licks at the tip before taking my dick deep into his throat. I slide my fingers into his tight black curls as my eyes roll back. “Fuck. I love you.”

Wes pulls off and grins up at me. “You always say that when you have your dick in my mouth.”

He goes to swallow me down again, but I pull back, dipping my mouth to his and kissing him deeply.

“I missed you,” I say against his lips, reaching down to palm his hard cock through his shorts.

“Show me how much you missed me while you ride my cock,” he grits out, tugging my lip between his teeth.

I go to step back, planning on dragging him to our bedroom, but instead he grips my ass and pulls me back, licking long stripes up my dick like it’s a fucking popsicle. His hand drops, fumbling in the pocket of his shorts and he pulls out a small bottle of lube.

“What the hell?” I chuckle. “You just carry lube around now?”

Wes pulls off, his lips glossy, and his eyes dark with lust as he pops the cap and coats his fingers. “We haven’t had sex in five days. I was planning on jumping you the second I laid eyes on you, so I wanted to be prepared.”

“Why is that so hot?” I ask, my breath hitching as he reaches around and circles my hole before pushing a finger inside.

Wes smirks up at me as I grip his shoulders to steady myself. “Maybe I’ve unlocked a new kink. Want me to fuck you up against the front door next time?”

He doesn’t wait for a response before sucking my dick back into his mouth, and my head falls back with a loud groan as he works in another finger.

“Fuck,” I grit out, rocking back on his hand. “Need you inside me. Now.”

Wes slowly pulls off my cock, sucking and licking the whole way, and my stomach tightens as I try and stave off the building orgasm. Shoving down his shorts, he coats his dick with lube and then grips my hips.

I’m panting, dizzy with need as I turn around and straddle his lap, holding onto the arms of his wide desk chair. It’s an expensive as fuck chair, upholstered in brown leather, that I bought for his birthday two years ago. We’ve never had sex on it, though, and I’m sure it’s not built to support the weight of two muscular men. I look over my shoulder to tell Wes as much, but when I find him staring at me with parted lips as he lowers me onto his rock-hard cock, my safety concerns evaporate immediately.

I moan, loud and deep, the feeling of him stretching and filling me a familiar sort of ecstasy. As soon as my thighs fall flush with his, Wes’ hands smooth up and down my back before moving round to my chest, touching every bit of skin they can. My head falls back, and he pulls me against him, his lips and tongue kissing and nipping along my neck and shoulders.

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