to be with danger

now I understand

Taking in deep breathes, type awoke the next morning to eye his hands has they laid to his legs to see they were shaking.
What the hell is wrong with me? Why do I keep shaking?
Groaning, he then peered his eyes to the side to see his phone start to go off, he then grabbed it has he sat to the edge of his bed to place it to his ear.
"Yes?"
"Your over an hour late. Do I need to come and get you?"
Type took in a very deep breathe has he heard Mr. Tyme.
"I'm.... Sick."
Type rolled his eyes has he heard laughter on the other end.
"Type, get in here now! Don't make me come to your home."
Type signed to take the phone away from his ear to then get up to then feel his whole body quiver.
He then wrapped his arms about himself to hold tightly.
What the hell!
Grittng his teeth, type took in a very deep breathe to then go forth, he really didn't know what else to do.
Going to work, he placed his hand to his pants to feel a bit of the recorder.
You need to get something on this asshole and now!
Type then shook.
Damnit! Stop!
Type took in a very deep breathe to then start to get out when the car stopped, to then go forward to then hang his head to then take out his phone to then text mr. Thyme.
Type: I am here. Where am I going?
Mr. Tyme: boardroom 149. You need to look at everyone like you did before.
Type nodded to then place his phone to his back pocket to then head to that room.
Placing his hand to the nob he took in a very deep breathe to then turn on the recorder.
I just have to get something then leave.
Type gulped to then open the door to look over a few pair of eyes who eyed him, to then look to Mr. Tyme who was staring at him with his eyes brow raised.
Types eyes widened to then look down feeling a bit embarrassed.
What the fuck!
Type then hung his head to stumble his way to the only empty seat next to mr. Tyme to keep his head down to furrow his brow.
He was feeling extremely wet to his ass and he was harder than a rock.
Type took in deep breathes to then try and figure out what was going on. This was not at all normal for him.
Mr. Tyme gritted his teeth to then bring his hand to his neck to then rub. He was wanting very much to pounce on type.
Peering his eyes to the side he looked over type who was looking down.
Mr. Tyme licked at his lips a bit to then peer his eyes about to then adjust his body to then take a hand to types leg.
Type widened his eyes has his trembling and shaking started to go away.
He then eyed the action to piece together why the doctor wanted him to take the other medication.
Type signed to then raise his head to look about.
Fuck you mr. Tyme! All of this is your fucking fault!
Mr. Tyme then looked to the person who was talking to then start to take his hand up types leg, everything in his head was telling him to stop, however his body was not listening.
Type tensed has he felt tharns hand to his evident hard on through his pants, to then shut his mouth in a hard line. He could feel his ass get even wetter.
Fuck! Stop it! Stop what you are doing!
Type then moved his hands to Mr. Tymes hand to pry it away to then toss it the other side.
Mr. Tyme lightly smiled, he then moved to type to go to his ear for a quick moment.
"If you don't want me to fully pull it out. At least let me just touch it. Or would you like to bent over this table, right here and now?"
Types lips parted to then shake his head.
Why the fuck does that turn me on!
Type growled a bit, Mr. Tyme then moved his head to eye over him.
Type took in a deep breathe to start to look about to slowly nod.
Mr. Tyme then placed his hand to types erection, to then look about.
Type breathed in and hard to start to shuffle about a bit to then start to move his groin up and down, wanting more.
Mr. Tyme raised an eye brow has he felt that.
He then darted his eyes to then get up to look around.
"I believe I have heard enough. May we reschedule this for tomorrow?"
They all nodded to then get up to leave.
Type tried to get up until mr. Tyme went to him to place his hands to his shoulders to push him down to look to him.
"Since you were late, we need to have a discussion."
Type took in deep breathes to then peer his eyes up to watch Mr. Tyme go about to lay the others leave to then close to lock the door.
Type narrowed his eyes to then get up.
"Don't."
Mr. Tyme chuckled a bit.
"Who are you kidding type?"
Mr. Tyme turned to then go back to type to then eye him and hard.
"Sit."
Type looked to him narrowly.
"I'm not a dog."
Mr. Tyme then wrapped his arms about himself to then look down.
Type followed his gaze to then eye down to see his erection to then sit to place his hands over it.
Fuck!
Mr. Tyme laughed to then go about to stand behind type to then take his arms to his shoulders to rub to then start to take that action down to his pectorals to then go further down to place his hands into his pants above his boxers to move his hands up and down.
Type cooed a bit to then lift his head back to part his lips to moan.
Tharn then went to his ear to start to nibble.
"Want this cock? Don't you pregman?"
Types eyes popped opened to then get up and quick to place his hand to mr. Tymes to crush to eye him with anger .
"Go to hell! I am not gay!"
Type then let him go to turn to leave.
Mr. Tyme looked him over.
"Sure your not."
Type signed to stand before the door to then eye his hand has it started to shake.
Are you fucking kidding me!
Type rolled his eyes to then turn to go back to mr. Tyme who eyed him a bit confused.
"Mm..... Changed your mind?"
Type growled a bit to then take in a very deep inhale to then turn to then place his hands to the table palm down to look to the other side of the door.
"Just get it over with!"
Mr. Tyme raised an eye brow to then step closer to type to then place his index finger to his ass to probe.
Types body tensed for him to lift his head up to eye the ceiling.
"Wanting my cock?"
"Can you just shut up and just do it!"
Mr. Tyme then slowly peered his eyes up.
"You want it? I believe I need to hear you beg for it."
Types eyes widened to then turn about livid with what he heard to then bring his hands to Mr. Tymes collar to then grip to lift him up a bit to dart his eyes over him.
"You did this to me you sick twisted fuck! Now take responsibility and stop with the fucking games!"
Type then tossed him back a bit to turn back around to grit his teeth and hard to then take in a very deep inhale to then place his hands to his pants to then start to lower them then his boxers.
Mr. Tyme eyed this action to then part his lips has he looked to types leg that had liquid coming down.
Breathing in hard, Mr. Type stepped closer to then take out his cock to then place the tip to his hole to move it up and down to get it saturated. He couldn't help it. Neither could he when type took such charge, no other man he had ever been with acted this way towards him, it turned mr. Tyme on to no end.
He then moved up his hand to then wrap it about types throat to grip to then place two fingers into his mouth, to take his free hand to his cock to start to stroke to thrust himself fully in to then lift his head back.
"Fuck! You feel so incredible inside! So.... Wet!"
Type squeezed his eyes tightly shut to then ball his hands into fists on the table has he went up and down with this act.
God! I am never ever going to forget that other medication! Now I know what the fuck it was for!
Type moaned and heavily to allow this act to happen to then after completion to elbow Mr. Tyme in the ribs after he came and was filled to go back home to take a shameful shower to then take both of those pills later that night.