Unexpected

Chapter 11

Word count: 1419

Carlos wasn't sure what Robert was planning on doing. And he was 99% sure that Robert would manage to get him hard again at least three times this evening. Possibly intentional. Probably intentional. At this point he wasn't sure anymore what exactly their boundaries were. 

He wasn't sure if they had ever clearly said that this would be a one time thing and that they would not talk about this ever again. And he couldn't get Anna out of his head. Her voice in his head reminded him again and again that he should think about being in love with Robert. But this was impossible. He couldn't be in love with Robert. They were colleagues and that was it.

"How's your leg?"

Carlos flinched. He had been so deep in his own thoughts that he had nearly forgotten that Robert was next to him in the car. "Uh... Fine, actually. It's pretty bruised but it should be gone in like a week." "Does it hurt?" Robert said and took one hand off of the steering wheel, placing it on Carlos' thigh. "What happened?" 

"Huh?" Carlos stared at him in confusion. Robert's warm hand felt nice on his leg but not nice enough to make both of them physically stupid. "Your leg. What happened to it?"  "Are you kidding me? You know what happened to it! In fact, you-" "Did you hurt it in the gym? You seemed to be in pain all day."

Carlos just stared at the other man. This was a fucking game. Robert was fucking enjoying this.

"Yeah. It happened in the gym, dumb accident." he mumbled. He wasn't sure where this was going and he wasn't sure how it helped that they now really pretended that last night hadn't happened. "That sucks. Do you think you need to see a doctor?" Carlos shook his head: "No, it's just a bruise. It will be gone in max two weeks. No worries."

"Okay." Robert said. His thumb pushed down a little and it did hurt but not bad enough for Carlos to say anything. Robert let go again pretty quickly, letting his hand glide over the entire length of Carlos thigh. His eyes were fixed on the road and now and then he let go to change gears or anything but he always placed his hand right back on his thigh. Slowly, it made Carlos lose his mind. He was holding his breath, unsure what to do.

When they finally pulled into a parking lot and Robert turned off the engine, a mix of relief and regret washed over Carlos. Robert had taken his hand off of his legs to grab the car keys and take off his seat belt. Carlos quickly did the same, getting out of the car, his legs a little wonky.

"So that's were you go to take care of your alcoholism." Carlos said, trying to get a bit more cocky again so he wouldn't be this gay panicking mess the whole night. "You could say that. But I also got enough booze at home. This is more for when I need something special."

Carlos knew that they really shouldn't drink now. For one, they wouldn't be able to drive home in the same car they had gotten here in. And on another note, he wasn't sure what would happen when they now started drinking.

When they entered the bar, Robert send Carlos to one of the empty booths and said that he would get the drinks. Carlos was pretty surprised when he came back with two beers. He had expected something that would kick in more. But he was more than fine with beer.

For the next hour, they talked about work and some general news. None of them tried anything weird. Anything sexual. Robert didn't start playing his game again but the topic of the night before also didn't come up again.

Till Carlos ended up bringing it up again because he didn't know what to do anymore. "We need to talk about last night. Like, actually talk about it. No dumb games, no pretending it never happened, nothing." he sighed and crossed his arms on the table.

"You're ruining my game with that, I had such a fun plan. It ended with sex." "I wouldn't fuck you without a boundary talk." "First of all, you wouldn't be fucking me. I'd be fucking you. Plus, we already had a boundary talk. About 24 hours ago." "Robert. We need to talk. Seriously. We're working together and this shit needs boundaries because I can't have you getting me hard all day just because you find it funny. We need to clear that up."

"Okay, fine. Shoot, give me all your concerns."

Carlos scratched the back of his neck. Yes, he had proposed this but now he didn't really know what to say. He probably should have thought about his feelings first.

"I really enjoyed the sex with you. The fact that my whole body is aching and even my throat is still so sore that I can barely swallow anything that's not liquid - if you make a cum-joke now, I'll shoot you - is proof enough of that. And I trust you a lot which makes the sex really enjoyable but we're grown ups. Co-workers, even. We can't just keep doing whatever this is we've been doing the whole day without talking about it. This is our work space and we need boundaries."

"Okay, for clarification: This is not our work space, this is my favorite bar and you better not ruin it for me." "Robert, please." Carlos sighed, wanting the other man to finally focus on the actual talk they needed to have.

"Fine. Tell me what boundaries you want." Carlos nodded calmly: "Thank you. Okay, so first of all: No one at work can know. Not about my sexuality, not about my polyamory." "I'm a dick most of the time but I'm not a complete idiot. I'd never out you. No one will ever find out." Robert said. By now, he had also crossed his arms on the table and had leaned in a little closer. Just to tease Carlos, he had interlaced their legs. To his surprise, Carlos had not reacted to that at all.

"No one at work can know we fucked. Never. I'm not dealing with that." Robert nodded: "Okay." "And you gotta stop everything you're doing at work that is not something you already did before. No hand on my leg, no teasing about my hurting leg or ass or throat or whatever." "What do I get in return?"

"Not being fired for sex in the office?" Carlos suggested and raised an eyebrow. "They wouldn't fire me, I'm too important. What do I get from you?" "Not getting punched in the face?" "Not good enough." Robert shrugged, "I get punched in the phase on a weekly basis, I don't care if it's you or a random guy who thought I flirted with his girlfriend."

Carlos sighed and rubbed his temples. "What do you want?" he then asked. "I want to have sex again. Not just once. I mean on like a fuck buddy level." "That's insane. Plus, I can't promise that because I need to talk with Anna about that." "That's not a no." Robert responded and he had this shit eating grin on his face that made Carlos want to punch it off of his lips. Preferably with his own lips. Softly.

Fuck, he wanted to make out with him again so badly!

"I'll talk with Anna." he said. Robert smiled: "Then I'll behave at work." "What if Anna doesn't approve or I change my mind. What do you want then?" "I'll come up with something after that happened." Carlos sighed but agreed.

This was a dumb idea. And he could already hear Anna's voice in his head.

"You're a grown man. If you think fucking your co-worker just for the sake of sex is a good idea, fine. Go for it. But I think you should first figure out your actual feelings. And make Robert think about his too. I'm not moving cities just because you screwed it up with the LAPD with fucking your partner with whom you're in love with and end up getting your feelings hurt and needing to switch positions because you can't look him in the eyes anymore."

He made a face and quickly grabbed the beer. Now he wished Robert had gotten them something that would actually get him hammered.