It's Just You And Me

Chapter 15

Smut Warning
A few weeks had passed by, Gulf had gotten the hang of being a secretary and he was quite enjoying it. He had accompanied Mew to several meetings, some larger than others but he'd always take his seat next to the CEO. He had also gotten used to making coherent notes - reflecting his first year at university where he cared what kind of pen he used and what colour highlighters he had. He would spend his lunchtimes with Mew either in his office, the staff room or if they wanted some alone time, they would go to a local cafe. He'd then come back into Mew's office and file ridiculous amounts of paperwork. Gulf had even begun to make some friends in the office. Overall, he was doing okay.

Nobody else had asked him about the club incident and he was grateful for that. He's sure they all knew, his first couple of days had consisted of people staring at him and muttering things under their breaths but now, as they got to know him and he began to form friendships, nobody mentioned it - nobody really cared. Mew was certainly getting comfortable having Gulf around; he'd walk past him in the staff room or by the printer and he'd run a hand across his shoulders or over his waist. His fingers lingering on his body, that warmth penetrating through his clothes. Gulf would catch his eyes, exchanging a look of pure adoration. He was still worried about being seen, he knew it wasn't a massive deal but at the same time, it could affect everything - Mew's reputation, Gulf's friendships and his ability to work here. Everything. Although having Mew so close all the time made it difficult to resist. He'd walk into Mew's office, closing the door behind him, Mew would greet him, ask him how his day was going and Gulf would politely reply and ask the question back. He'd then get on with whatever he was doing, making appointments or checking Mew's schedule; pushing the want to hug him or kiss him further back into his mind. Mew seemed to be battling with the same conflict. His gaze would wander, taking in every aspect of Gulf's body; the way his blazer hugged his outline, how his trousers sculpted his ass. Sometimes it was just too much.

And there came a point where Mew couldn't help himself. He was selfish but when Gulf looked that fucking good, he thought it was justifiable. He had met Gulf at the door of his office and ushered him in, closing the door behind them and before Gulf could even put down the folder he was holding, Mew was finding his lips. It's an effortless kiss, lips slotting together perfectly. It felt like they had both been wanting this. Sure, they had spent time together out of work hours, sleeping over at one another's homes, drawing dates and what not but nothing compared to the exhilaration toiling through their bodies as their kiss deepened, Gulf gently tossing the folder onto the small coffee table beside them. Mew's leading them towards his desk, then against the bookshelf on the other side of the room. With each piece of furniture, he presses Gulf against it, crashing their bodies together. He wanted to feel Gulf. Their kiss is heated, tongues exploring one another's mouths and biting each other's lips. It's a good sort of pain. A hand is tied into Gulf's hair, tugging his head back and breaking the kiss. Mew's lips travel over his jaw, laying light kisses on his skin. He's then removing Gulf's blazer, dropping it on the floor and tugging at his tie, loosening it enough to expose the top buttons of his shirt. They're soon undone and Mew's kissing whatever exposed skin he can find. Gulf's head rests against the bookshelf, chewing his lower lip to prevent any suggestive noises escaping his mouth. Having Mew's lips on him was one of Gulf's favourite things. Gulf already looked like a mess, his shirt now squiff, his tie barely knotted, his hair all messed up from the way Mew had tangled his fingers in it. Mew somehow looked the same, the only thing slightly obvious was the reddened lips and the incredibly tight trousers.

Knock, knock, knock. Shit.

Mew quickly stands, looking Gulf in the eye before mouthing the word 'hide' and directing him in the direction of the space beneath Mew's desk. Gulf puts his athletic legs to use, grabbing his blazer and diving beneath the wood. Mew follows him, sliding into his chair and tucking himself in before shouting towards the door. Would it have been quicker to just throw his blazer back on and act like nothing had happened? Maybe, but what's the fun in that?
"Come in!" He runs a hand through his hair and clears his throat. Gulf listens closely, trying to figure out who was being the cock blocker.
"Have you seen Gulf? I was meant to pass these to him." It's a man's voice, Gulf doesn't initially recognise it. He's currently sitting on his knees, Mew's bulge right in front of his face.
"Have you checked the staff room?" Mew asks, trying to get rid of the man.
"Yes, he's not there. He's not at the printer either or at his desk," the man explains. Gulf looks up at Mew, the other's eyes are on the man in front of him, oblivious to Gulf's reaching hand as he slowly, as quietly as possible, begins to unzip Mew's trousers. Mew shifts once he's acknowledged what Gulf's doing but he doesn't stop him.
"You can just leave it with me and I'll pass it on." Mew points to the file the man's holding.
"Are you sure? I know you're busy." Busy, indeed. Gulf reaches for Mew's dick, fiddling with his underwear until his cock is revealed, hard and erect. Mew's trying so hard to keep a straight face and focus on the man standing in front of him.
"Yeah, just..." He inhales. Gulf's tongue runs over the tip of his dick, sending shivers through his body. "Leave it on the table over there," Mew says. The man nods his head and walks towards the coffee table, placing the file down and pauses in front of the door.
"Oh and Tul wants you to check something for him later...if you have time," he adds. Mew covers his mouth with his hand, trying to act casual but he was struggling. Gulf's lips were now fully around the tip of his dick, slowly moving his head back and forward. Mew tucks his chair in even further, forcing more of his dick into Gulf's mouth. He saw it as a sort of payback for starting this.
"No problem, I'll deal with this," he looks at his computer while a hand goes beneath the table, grasping at Gulf's hair, pulling him further onto Mew's dick. Gulf almost gags at the suddenness and he has to focus on his breathing to prevent any noise slipping from his occupied mouth, "and then I'll be right there." The other man nods and leaves the room. Mew waits to hear the click of the door before pushing his chair back and looking down at the man still on his knees. "Fuck," Mew whispers. The sight is certainly something; Gulf's flushed cheeks, watery eyes and lips glossy with saliva. Drool hangs from his chin and Mew's dick as he pulls out of Gulf's mouth. Mew's index finger sits beneath Gulf's chin, tilting his head up so Gulf could meet his eyes. "You better finish what you started." Mew pulls down his trousers and underwear, letting them pool at his ankles. This was insane. Mew was insane. If anyone were to walk in, no, he taught his co workers better than that - they would knock. Still, if anyone were to know what was going on in Mr Mew Suppasit's office...

Gulf doesn't hesitate to continue sucking Mew off. Using his tongue to lick along the length, collecting the precum at the end. He rests his hands on his own knees, looking up at Mew through dark eyelashes. He knew what he was doing, giving Mew that 'innocent' stare. Mew's hand returns to the back of Gulf's head, tangling his fingers in his hair and encouraging Gulf to take more of him. "Fuck yes," Mew curses under his breath as Gulf lets Mew fuck his mouth. Tears begin to form in Gulf's eyes, saliva hangs from the corners of his mouth, his hands grip his trousers and the bulge in Gulf's trousers remains prominent. He continues to stare up at Mew whose only focus was shoving his dick down Gulf's throat. He had taken to standing, both hands in Gulf's hair, bringing his head back and forward in time with his hips. The heat of Gulf's mouth engulfed his cock, the wetness and the sensation of his tongue running over the underside of his dick made Mew careless, sloppy. The sound from Gulf was lewd as he swallowed around Mew's cock. He couldn't help it, Mew was moving too fast in and out of him and he barely had a chance to catch his breath. Mew continued to curse as he got closer and closer to climaxing. His grip in Gulf's hair tightening and the look on his face becoming sterner as he chased every feeling in his body. Tears were now streaming down Gulf's cheeks, mixing with the mess on his chin and Mew found it undeniably hot. Mew was so close. "I'm gonna cum," he announces. His head falls back as he ejaculates into Gulf's mouth, his liquid pouring down Gulf's throat as he tries to swallow it. Mew then slowly steps back, his dick falling out of Gulf's mouth, a string of spit mixed with semen still attached. Gulf splutters slightly; that was a lot. Once he's regained his composure, he's getting to his feet, legs slightly wobbly and vision slightly blurry. "Here, let me help you." Mew reaches for his box of tissues, taking several at a time and wiping the mess from Gulf's face. He's gentle, entirely different from his previous attack on Gulf's throat, taking his time to caress Gulf's skin. Once his face was no longer painted in numerous liquids, Mew moved to grooming his fingers through Gulf's hair, soothing the spots he had been tugging at and using as handles. Gulf allows him to take his time, appreciating the act.

"Are you okay? Was I too-" Mew finds himself asking as Gulf stands by the door, holding his folder and the additional file over his still tented crotch.
"No, I'm okay." He clears his throat. He knew what Mew was about to say: rough. Yes, Gulf's throat hurt from the way Mew's dick hammered against the back of it and yes, his knees were sore from the floor and yes, his own pants were tight and rubbing in all the wrong ways but he liked it. He liked the pain and the risk of being seen, it excited him more. Mew's hands on the back of his head, in control, demanding, dominating. It was all so hot for Gulf. And now, as he stood with the folder over his crotch, he would have to wait, yearn for the other and that sent shivers through his body.