To Catch Your Fall | Heathoah

3. Who Is Okay?

Noah

My tongue goes in and out of his hole, his cheeks spread wide in my hand, as I prepare to fuck them. I've done this many times before, and with many different genders. So, I like to think I know what I'm doing. It seems to be getting my co-worker off well anyway. 

"Oh shit. Noah, please fuck me. I need your cock." Nick moans, neck turning around to face me, voice somehow both high and gentle. His face looks hot like that. Mouth open wide, whining for me to dominate him. It's not a surprise that he's so submissive. 

I smirk at him and get back up from my knees. It's nice finally getting to do this. I've been flirting for Nick for weeks now. Didn't think he'd choose today to ask me to get coffee with him, only to drag me to the costume closet. Not to mention we caught Ozzy and Winnie in here, and he yelled at them to get out.

A naked Ozzy in any setting outside of the boys' showers is not something I ever wanted to see.

Nick must really want my dick badly though. This is proven even more correct when I begin fucking away at his ass and he starts pushing back on me after only a minute. 

"Wow, you really are a slut for my dick." I chuckle, both amused and turned on. 

Not everyone is up for being talked dirty to this way. I only ever really do it when they start it first. The same way I was taught it here a few years ago. We were barely naked for a few moments before Nick began it though. 

"Oh! Fuck yes! I'm your dirty little slut. Faster Noah! Hard and rough!" He cries as I wrap my biceps around his neck, pulling him closer.

If you had told me the shy man that showed up for an interview here only a few days after I started working would be this dirty, there is no way I would have believed you. Though I would have been hopeful. He was wearing these tight business clothes even then. 

The sounds of my balls hitting off his ass fill the small room. Even if this room isn't the ideal design for storing costumes, it's discreetness and noise projection make it the perfect place for a quick fuck. You can understand why it was occupied only 20 minutes ago. 

"Fuck...fuck! I'm close!" I grunt at him, biting my lips as I feel my lower abdomen warm up. "Want it inside you or should I pull out?"

"Oh, um...could you pull out please? If that's alright?" His voice is cute as he asks. I kiss him once again, stroking his cheek. 

"You don't need to worry, Nicholas." My hand wraps around the tip of my cock, which is pulsing with pre-cum, once I step out of him. It only takes a few more pumps before I'm unloading all over his pale cheeks.

I fall back on my ass, the cold floor giving it a shock. His own is still close to my face. It lets me have a good look at my work and I can't help but smirk. Fuck, haven't gotten to fuck like that in awhile. I know I have a new job now, but I really need to get out more again. 

Hearing him still moaning and watching his hand work, I want to return the favour. I turn Nick around and start jerking him off myself. I can see that he's already extremely wet. 

"Go on, Nick. Cum all over my face." I close my eyes and stick out my tongue, waiting to feel him shoot on my face. 

With a sexy moan, he finally does. It feels warm and not much of it falls on my tongue. What does though is sweet, and I like the taste. After getting back up, I pull him in to kiss for a couple more minutes before we need to get cleaned up. Our break is almost over.

"I quite enjoyed that." Nick smiles at me as we head back to studio-a. 

"Me too. Who knew you could be such a little freak." I chuckle.

"You don't know half the stuff I've gotten up to, darling. Business school was a very exciting period of my life." 

"Maybe you can show me sometime." He looks left and right for some reason, then leans in an gives me a kiss on the cheek. It's cute and I laugh as he walks off to studio-a, that hot ass bouncing.

I left my laptop in studio-1 however. So, I turn the other way to get back to work. I'm not in here that often anymore. Only ever when b-troupe has a competition coming up and I must come up with the choreography for them. After the first rehearsal though, Emily usually lets an a-trouper teach the other classes.

Speaking of her, I stop in the doorway  when I see her sitting there and wiping a tear away, before turning off her phone and going back to her paperwork. Pretending like nothing is wrong. 

I was pissed at her a few days ago for not doing any work. Now, I just feel guilty about that. Michelle's leaving must be hitting her harder than anyone thought. I don't blame her though. What kind of person just ditches their "best-friend" to start a new job that they've never talked about being interested in?!

Most of the time, I never knew what was going on through Michelle's mind. Whether it came to her relationships, both romantic and platonic, or how she ran this place, there was never any consistency with her. 

"Hey, Em." I take a seat next to her. Any thoughts of getting back to my job have passed until the foreseeable future. 

She throws an unconvincing smile at me and a nod of greeting. Clearly she doesn't want to be seen like this. That's always been Emily though. She's never been a great liar, and an even worse person at letting people catch her being vulnerable.

"You doing okay?" My voice in gentle. All she can do is nod once again, and I know neither of us believe her. 

Instead of talking, I lean down to the bottom draw of my side of the desk. At-least she smiles when I come back up, holding an old bottle of red wine.