“Patty, where’s my report?” Jay asked, running tense fingers through his tousled hair. He scanned her desk, looking for the blue folder he’d been reviewing for his supervisor. If day-dreaming about his sexy boss could be called reviewing.

“Wasn’t it ready? John came by to check on it while you were at the meeting.” Jay’s new, slightly ditzy, secretary shrugged. “They looked finished.”

Jay’s fist closed on a handful of his hair. “You didn’t give it to him, did you?”

He supposed it wasn’t really that big a deal. He could walk over to the office, laugh about the misunderstanding, and take back the folder. Except Jay had no idea how ready the report had been. He hadn’t concentrated on a word of the data and with the next budget meeting coming up, he didn’t want John to look stupid.

If that were possible. John’s tall, tight frame in a tailored white dress shirt and black slacks, polished shoes, and glinting, heavy silver watch couldn’t pass for stupid. The only thing stupid about John’s presence was Jay’s dumbfounded reaction to the man’s flashing white smile and deep dimples. God.

Jay’s cock never seemed at a loss for ideas. Most involved burying itself in John’s snug hole or rimmed with John’s firm lips. Jay groaned.

“It wasn’t done, huh?” Patty asked, misinterpreting his groan.

“No, Patty, it wasn’t done. But I might be. John’s going to kill me if I make him look bad in front of the board.” He swung back toward his desk, forcing his fingers to liberate his hair. Nothing professional about looking bedraggled over a secretarial mistake.

Releasing a pent up breath, he circled the back of the flat screen monitor. His steps faltered. “Patty!”

“Yes, sir?”

“Where are my pens, my notepads, my papers—” he could have gone on, but listing the chaos that was usually his desk would have taken all day. He didn’t have all day. He had until John stormed back to Jay’s corner and demanded an explanation for the shitty report Patty had handed him.

“Oh, it’s nothing, Jay. I was happy to do it.” She smiled brightly at him, blinking huge blue eyes devoid of even the most remedial common sense.

“Do what?” His throat ached from the tightness of suppressed irritation which still demanded that he find out exactly how bad she’d screwed him over.

“Cleaned your desk?”

Seemed she was beginning to catch a clue. “I see. And my things?”

“Pens in the lap drawer, note pads in the top drawer, and papers are filed by company.” Her intense pleasure vibrated so loudly that the invisible threads holding up the corners of her lips and pinning her eyes wide open, twanged.

Jay rolled his shoulders. On a sigh, he wiggled the mouse and pulled open the top drawer. His computer desktop glowed clear and blue. His hand paused over a memo pad as his eyes locked on the monitor. “Where are the windows I had on my screen?”

“Windows? I sent the emails in your draft box since you didn’t have time before the meeting. The other files I saved on the shared drive.” She nodded as though it would help him understand.

Jay hadn’t been stupid enough to save the faux email he’d composed to John. At least that much was going his way today. He didn’t even want to think about John’s reaction to the words he’d written. It was just something Jay did when he couldn’t concentrate and had to get John out of his system in order to refocus on work. Seemed to happen a lot lately.

Jay had composed four such letters and hadn’t saved one of them. He supposed there would be a point when typing it out no longer stifled his longing. But for now, Jay would take whatever relief he could find from the lust that burned a little too near love, for Jay’s comfort.

Patty had sent draft emails. Jay tried to remember who he’d needed information from. He’d have to go apologize for his secretary. “Patty, when I have something in draft it’s because it’s not ready to be sent. Now I have to track down everyone you emailed for me.”

“Oh that’s easy.” She stepped around the desk and expanded the interoffice email screen. A quick tap and the “sent” folder opened. “These.” She highlighted the top six.

Six? “Marvin, Beatrice, and—shit—John? Four emails to John? I didn’t save anything to John.” His neck pounded with the influx of blood. His ears roared with adrenaline and horror.

Patty started to open the first one. Jay stayed her hand.

“Don’t you want to know what got sent?” she asked, confused.

“Oh, God. I think I’m gonna be sick.”

“Any time you write an email the system automatically saves it to the draft file until you delete or send it.” She looked affronted. “Geez, I thought everyone knew that.”

Don’t think about it. Just fucking don’t think about it, Jay. Oh, shit!

Jay dropped into his chair and stared at the computer desktop.

“I’m just going to, um, I’m going to my, um,” she hooked her thumbs back, indicating her desk. She backed from his office slowly.

“Yeah, you do that. I’m going to see if the computer has a template for resignations.” It didn’t. Jay actually spent ten minutes looking.

“Jay.”

The deep, husky baritone of John’s voice seemed to fill Jay’s small office. Jay didn’t want to look up. And was it possible he actually had butterflies in his ass? For fuck’s sake!

But he knew John. John was a decent guy. He played golf with John, swam with John, sometimes hung out with John after work…fantasized about John, looked a little too long at John in the showers after a round, liked the rumble of John’s laughter a little more than would be deemed appropriate, oh, and wanted to fuck John’s muscular ass with his throbbing cock.

Yeah, no problem. Pretend like you didn’t put all that in any of the four emails he must have read by now.

“Jay,” John said again.

Jay sighed. “I hear ya. Just relocating the balls that crawled up into my body.”

John laughed. That laugh. Jay’s cock leaped like a puppy for its estranged master.

“It’s not that bad, Jay. Some minor corrections to the data spread and the chart on page 32.”

Jay lifted his head. He hadn’t read them yet? Any chance of going into John’s office and deleting the fuck-me-hard-every-which-way-and-beg-to-suck-me-off-because-I’m-so-in-love-with-you-my-nuts-ache email? Jay glanced hopefully toward Patty’s desk. Maybe he could send her a message and she’d do it while he kept John distracted. But Patty got up and wandered off even as he thought it.

“Two changes? I can do that.”

“Excellent.” John dropped the blue folder on his desk and strode to Jay’s door. Just before disappearing, he turned. “Jay?”

“Yeah?”

“Have it done by five. At six o’clock I want you in my office to discuss those emails you sent me.”

Jay winced. “Sure thing.”

* * * *

Patty delivered the report at four. John stared at it. He’d been hoping Jay would bring it himself. Maybe provide Jay with a jumpstart on the promises made in his emails. Patty also delivered the news that she had sent the emails from Jay’s draft file and he’d never intended John to read them. Fucking shame. Those emails had left him with an all day hard-on.

John opened them, reliving his favorite confessions. Every time I see you, I want to fall on my knees and worship your shower-drenched cock. Maybe I’ll find the courage next time we go golfing. Maybe I’ll drag you behind a bush and make you gasp for it. That one gave him wonderful thoughts of heated, sweaty grunts as other groups played through.

Can’t get you out of my mind. I keep trying, writing these stupid emails I’ll never send, to banish you. Don’t want to confuse friendship with love, but I still forget and imagine what it could be like because I do love you. And it’s killing me to stay away.

That one, from the final email, made John reach down and stroke himself. Those were the words he wanted to hear. How many times had John needed to keep his back to Jay so his friend wouldn’t see the raging erection that insisted on reaching toward him? Today had been a perfect example, holding the folder in front of his groin as long as possible, then leaving before John’s arousal did the talking for him.

He glanced at the clock. The office had grown quiet as people left. A few lingered, but Jay should be walking through his door any minute. John got up and shut the institutional, vertical blinds. He’d just sat down for another read of Jay’s hot emails when he heard the tentative knock.

“Come in. Shut the door behind you, please. I think what needs to be discussed shouldn’t be said where anyone can overhear,” John began.

“I appreciate that. My privacy is important to me.” Jay shut the door as asked.

John couldn’t keep him wondering. Couldn’t stand the resigned pain tightening Jay’s lips. John rose and leaned his hip on the edge of the desk closest to the door. Jay faltered as he turned and saw him propped there.

“Patty said she sent a bunch of your emails in error.”

Jay slipped his hands into his pockets. He looked uncomfortable, but Jay didn’t back down or drop his leafy gaze from John’s. If anything, the lines around Jay’s mouth lengthened. There seemed to be a moment of decision reached when Jay puffed out a held breath. His shoulders lifted almost imperceptibly in a shrug. “Let’s cut the crap and get straight to the point.”

A grin flickered across Jay’s lips. John knew him well enough to know Jay was amused with his slip. Straight and to the point. Jay would think that was funny. John sure as fuck did. He smiled back.

Jay gained a measure of confidence from John’s smile. Jay continued in a stronger voice. “I never intended for you to see those emails. You did and now there’s a shit-load of baggage to deal with. I re-read them to see how blatant they were and I didn’t leave much unsaid.”

“There was more?” John asked. There was the tiny shrug again. That second of insecurity which struck John as fucking hot. A window of vulnerability in the controlled man. John’s fingers curled around the edge of the desk. It was going to be hard letting Jay talk without leaping across the distance to shut him up with a kiss.

Jay had more balls than John. At least Jay had been able to put into words the things he wanted. Reading the emails, John had felt like an idiot keeping his emotions in check. Was telling someone you loved them really so difficult? So traumatic? The raw purity of Jay’s words had made John’s soul groan with yeses.

“I might be sorry about the way you found out, but I’m not sorry you know. It’s been kind of relieving.” Jay extracted a hand to run it through his hair. “Puts you in a tight spot,” his lips quirked at the pun, “so I understand if you need to distance yourself.”

“You’d understand that?”

Jay’s hand took up residence in its pocket again. “Guess so.”

John’s thoughts spun wildly in the ensuing silence. He should tell Jay how he felt, that it wasn’t one-sided, that John’s boss had transferred John to another department on the same floor and it was no longer a conflict of interests. He didn’t know what to say first and for some reason, saying it out loud did seem scary.

He’d never been a man of words anyway. Jay had that market cornered. Hot words, sexy words, adoring words that cranked John’s ignition into high gear. And with total clarity he realized he and Jay were a perfect match. He just needed to get that across to Jay. Fast.

John pushed from the desk, cupped Jay’s face, and kissed him. John’s fingers curled into the hair at his temples, overlapping every image John had of Jay running his fingers through his hair when he got agitated with the new sensation of soft, male lips parting on a surprised gasp.

John stared into his eyes, memorized the way his pupils expanded to swallow the tri-toned striations of green and flecks of gold, the drunken droop of his eyelids and the way his charcoal lashes smudged out of focus as John’s excitement intensified.

Warm, large hands slid from John’s elbows to cup his triceps where the tips of Jay’s fingers teased the nerve endings by his pits with ticklish curiosity. Jay’s body tremored as he seemed to realize what was happening and matched John’s gentle pressure with questing lips.

Not wanting to push too hard, John eased back. Bad idea, his brain yelled. Very bad idea. Overcome with every instinct, John took Jay’s mouth a second time.

This time Jay caught up with him. John held Jay’s head still for his plundering tongue and breathless kisses. Jay’s hands curled on hardened muscle and dragged John closer. Their chests bumped, hard plains against hard plains. Equal in height, they were also a comparative match in strength.

But it wasn’t close enough. John thrust his hips forward, groaning when his throbbing cock rolled rigidly against Jay’s. As though coming to the same conclusion, Jay’s hands hurried down John’s back to grab his ass and haul him snugly pelvis to pelvis.

In the back of his mind, John knew this would escalate. They’d been holding off desire too long. He released Jay to twist the lock on the door. Even if the building caught fire, there was no way in hell John would leave until the fire burning in his blood had banked with orgasmic bliss.

“What are ya doing?” Jay panted.

“Keeping nosy office people out. I got transferred to agent relations, by the way.” John didn’t want to stop and explain everything. He knew Jay would keep up. First things first. John’s fingers stumbled over Jay’s buttons.

“Same floor. Different department. Good. When?” Jay finished undoing his own shirt and threw it on the ground but John stopped him from loosening his pants, preferring to undress Jay himself.

“Five today.”

Jay laughed. Nerves, excitement, disbelief—John sensed it all. “That’s why you waited ’til six.”

“Didn’t want you thinking it was harassment when I ask you to suck my cock,” John acknowledged.

“Would’ve done it anyway.” Jay’s words whooshed out of him as John’s fingers closed on Jay’s dick.

“I want this in my—what did you call it—muscular, hot ass? Don’t lose your cum before that happens.”

“Fuck, no. I mean, fuck yeah, lose it inside you,” Jay muttered. “I’m dreaming. I have to be.”

“Not dreaming unless I am too. God, I love you. I’m an idiot for not saying so sooner,” John confessed.

Jay looked at him intently. John finished throwing off his shirt. “Say that again,” Jay whispered.

“I’m an idiot.”

“Not that part, asshole.”

John chuckled breathlessly, yanked his belt from the buckle. He stilled. Only the sound of their harsh breath passed between them. John stepped up, dropped his forehead against Jay’s and spoke the words with slow deliberation. “God, Jay. I love you.”

Jay dropped to his knees. Not bothering to do more than loosen the top of John’s slacks, he dragged them down. Gripping John’s hips, Jay tugged him forward, using the blunt tip to part his lips. John hissed, snaked his fingers into Jay’s hair to massage his scalp as he was taken and swallowed.

“If this is what you mean by worshipping my cock, I’m all for it,” John grunted.

Jay set the pace, sucking around the thickly roped dick with special attention to the crown and slit. Simultaneously, he worked his fingers around John’s sack and into the hole fluttering beneath his fingertip.

John held still, at first seemingly fearful he’d hurt Jay by thrusting, until he couldn’t resist the instinctive call to drive himself forward into Jay’s mouth. Jay took it, selfishly demanding with hollowed cheeks and deft invading fingers until John bellowed a warning. Jay wrapped his arms around John’s hips, trapping his cock and swallowed as cum shot in thick spurts down Jay’s throat.

Spent, John sagged against him. Jay gently let him go and reached into his pocket for the condom he kept in his wallet. He didn’t want to be obvious about it, but he managed to get the rubber in place. John moved while Jay rolled down the latex. When he looked up, John had stepped out of his pants and was leaning on his desk with his ass presented.

Jay took a moment to flick his tongue over the rosette and was greeted with a moan.

“Hurry up and make good on your promises,” John said.

Jay got to his feet, held the damn hot ass apart and speared into the consuming heat of John’s body. John swore. Jay laughed and slapped the ass he’d just impaled. “Your command is my wish, sweetheart.”

“Fuck that.”

“Gonna,” Jay answered, ignoring the intended meaning. He’d use endearments if he wanted to.

John squeezed.

Jay gave an answering groan. “I already love you, pumpkin, no need to make me suffer for it.” He reached around and pinched John’s nipples. He tugged the tender buds on withdraw, relaxed on the thrust. Passion built up in Jay’s loins as he fucked and the man of his dreams cried out Jay’s name.

E-mail couldn’t compete. Jay smiled, roared with enthusiasm, and let his love speak for itself.

Story Written by Mia Watts

“The Art of Seduction is Watts beneath the Covers”

www.miawatts.blogspot.com