But he’s supposed to be straight? Why would he be flirtatious in any way?
Fuck, what am I playing at?
Darren couldn’t help questioning the situation, trying to shift the blame.
Maybe what happened wasn’t entirely my fault, maybe Jamie did lead me on, did start-off the flirting?
Even if Jamie did initiate things, he clearly isn’t interested in actually following it through.
“Look, Jamie, I shouldn’t have done that, I was just having a laugh.” He said dismissing the idea that he’d done it because of the chemistry he felt between them.
Fuck he looks cute when he blushes -no Darren, stop it.
“You sure? Everything’s cool?”
Darren closed the project folder, and the other folder they’d created for the final decisions they’d made, before standing to his feet.
He stretched his arms out in front of him as he yawned. He was getting tired. He wasn’t used to staying behind after work.
The shallow contours of Jamie’s shoulders were emphasised by the soft lighting in the room, making them look sexy and defined.
Jamie’s body was utterly beautiful. His skin held a gentle glow as he slipped the wet fabric down his arms, exposing the small of his back -which Darren somehow managed to find looked ‘cute’.
Jamie didn’t need to change his top, but he wanted to. He wanted Darren’s attention, he couldn’t quite understand why -or more importantly was refusing to consider why- ignoring the idea he may actually be attracted to him.
He couldn’t stop himself, deep down he knew full well he was leading him on, but deep down he wanted to.
What the hell am I doing…I need to say no. I need to say no. Why the hell can’t I tell him to stop?
Jamie then allowed Darren to bring his lips in closer, the sweet-smelling aroma of coffee on Darren’s breath tingling his lips.
Holy Fuck, what am I doing…
Their minds then emptied of any questions, any doubts, once Darren suddenly pressed his lips into Jamie’s.
Their hands simultaneously reached up to hold one another’s faces, and to run their fingers through each other’s head of hair. Jamie tugged Darren’s hair as the passion in him overpowered him.
Darren got the message, and shuffled to get it off, without leaving Jamie’s lips. Darren then quickly unbuttoned his shirt and slipped it off, leaving it to fall onto the floor, revealing the taut skin which formed his masculine chest and pressing it up against Jamie’s.
Darren let his hands explore Jamie’s body; caressing his arms, rubbing his smooth chest and grabbing eagerly at his hips. He loved how warm his skin felt, and how he –unusually- enjoyed not feeling any hair beneath his fingertips as he stroked at Jamie’s body.
“Oh fuck Jamie.” Darren murmured. He could feel the blood pumping through the veins in his cock as his mind jumped way ahead of the game. He couldn’t help but picture sliding his cock into Jamie, imagining Jamie’s face as he would overwhelm him with a feeling of fullness and intimacy.
Jamie moaned as the fingertips tugged and played with his sensitive flesh.
He buried his face in Darren’s neck, as he started to get stroked, his body squirming in ecstasy. To try and control his moaning he then bit and sucked at the skin, savouring the flavour and the roughness of it against his soft lips. “Oh Darren.”
“Oh my God.” He panted. He immediately found he liked the warmth and smoothness of it.
Stopping once to rub his thumb over the tip of his cock and spread the leaking precum down the shaft.
He couldn’t control the alarm that radiated through him. He quickly pulled away from Darren and stood up. He fumbled with his trousers to fasten them back up and grabbed his shirt off the floor.