Hot Shaft (M/M Office Erotica)
Brendan hates having to work late on Friday, stuck behind on a hot Summer night while everyone else is out having fun. But when the elevator breaks down, leaving him trapped with his sexy older boss, Mr Lennox, the temperature isn't the only thing that's rising! Hot sex at work that'll really start the weekend off with a bang! More
Brendan hates having to work late on Friday, stuck behind on a hot Summer night while everyone else is out having fun. But when the elevator breaks down, leaving him trapped with his sexy older boss, Mr Lennox, the temperature isn't the only thing that's rising! Hot sex at work that'll really start the weekend off with a bang!
Warning: This 4900+ word story contains explicit domination, m/m oral and anal sex and is for mature readers only!
“This thing picked the worst day to break down.” Mr Lennox muttered, loosening his tie and unbuttoning the top two buttons of his shirt. He glanced up at Brendan, blue eyes twinkling with a bitter sense of amusement. “There's no point in being polite, son. May as well get comfortable. Looks like we're going to be here for a while.”
Brendan obediently followed suit, tugging his tie down even further and undoing a couple of buttons. He even rolled back his shirt cuffs a little, before sinking down against the wall, until he had joined his boss on the floor, painfully aware of how close the other man was.
“What I'd give for a cigarette right now, screw the no-smoking policy.” Mr Lennox muttered.
Hesitantly, Brendan spoke up. “I have a pack with me, I just don't want to get in trouble...” he smiled, nervously.
“I'll take care of any problems. Besides...” Mr Lennox said, gesturing up at the dead security camera's glossy black eye. “See? The little red light's off. It must've gone out with the power. It's just us in here, no-one will ever know.” He smiled pointedly, his deep blue eyes fixated on Brendan's own.
Brendan quickly lowered his gaze, realising that his heart had somehow begun to beat a little faster as he began to dig through his messenger bag. He hunted out a cheap plastic lighter and a slightly squashed pack of smokes, offering one to Mr Lennox before taking one himself. He flicked the thumb-wheel on his lighter, holding out the flame to his boss.
“You're an absolute lifesaver.” Mr Lennox grinned around the cigarette, leaning in closer.
Brendan breathed deeply, inhaling the harsh aroma of lighter fluid, mixed with the smell of the other man; the spicy, faintly woody tang of his cologne, blending with the musky, primal male scent of the older man's body. He smelled somehow powerful, dominant, and Brendan found himself wanting to get even closer, nuzzling into his neck and taking that masculine scent deep inside his nostrils, putting out his tongue and finding out what the other man tasted like.