A Night To Remember

"Another night in the lab again, doc?"

Jonathan rolled his eyes, barely looking up from the batch of toxin he was working on. He'd heard the door creak, heard footfalls coming down the steps...but thanks to the smell of Jack Daniels, he could tell which of the Greene brothers it was before the fellow could open his mouth. "Another night drunk in the lab, Donald?" he chided gently, reaching for one of the vials of orange toxin.

Donny grabbed his arm, leaving his hand clutching at air. "Not drunk enough to lose the magic. BAM!" Donny said, pushing the older man's palm against...something hard, and it's at crotch level, isn't it raced through Jonathan's head as he pulled away on instinct.

"Honestly, Don," he muttered, at the bulge tented in Donny's blue jeans, then darting his gaze, elsewhere. Anywhere.

"Drop the act, smart guy. I know you wanna look." Donny's voice was a gravelly purr. "Y'think I don't see you starin' any chance you get, when the three of us're down here?"

Jonathan could feel his face grow warmer. He looked around the room for anyone else there. "I...don't know what you're..." he gulped, as Donny began rolling his hand back and forth over the length of it. Nudging its pulse to beat all the more needily under his fingers.

"Maybe I struck out at the bars again," said Donny. "Maybe I'm super horny. And just drunk enough to t'be feelin' generous to someone I know's a fan."

Jonathan didn't pull away, but he didn't look Donny in the eyes. "Donald, I can't."

"Can't, or shouldn't?" Donny chuckled, sending booze breath over Jonathan's ear. "I can deal with 'shouldn't."

...Oh no he'd started rubbing back, hadn't he. It was getting difficult to breathe. "I'm a married man...got a child on the way, I-"

"Hey now, everyone makes mistakes," Don consoled him. Jonathan whimpered as Donny's massive (used to be a boxer) hands (always wondered how strong he could be) close in to pet the hard-on now trapped and pounding in his own trousers. "And who says anyone's gotta know?" He gave the tip a squeeze through the fabric that made Jonathan's eyes roll back his head through the gasp.

Donny gave him another chuckle, letting go of the older man's crotch to reach for his own belt. "Never woulda pegged you for a whimpery kinda guy." A slap and a jangle; his belt was open. His voice lowered as he bent in close over Jonathan's shoulder, seeming to feed on the shivers he was getting. "Wonder what kind of noises ya make when you're gettin' fucked."

Jonathan was outright panting in his chair, squinting at the vials of mixed chemicals before him. He could barely recall what he'd been working on.

Donny spun the chair, straddling the professor in his seat with both arms. "What'll it-" he burped under his breath. "What's it gonna be?You're awful quiet for someone breathin' that hard."

"I'd...like." Jonathan's words faltered at the sight of the other man in his white muscle shirt staring him down. He cleared his throat. "To find out, too. What I...sound like."

Donny gave him a lopsided smirk, easing the zipper of his fly down over his bulge. "Then your better get those fancy pants a' yers off."

It took Jonathan a moment to tear his eyes from the sight of the younger man releasing himself from his briefs. When he stood up and staggered to pry his belt loose, Donny was already at his back. "Want you right over this desk," Jonathan heard. A meaty clap of a hand cupped his ass beneath his blazer. "Right where you do all your sciencey stuff. So you'll think of this ev'ry night yer down here."

Jonathan struggled to get his pantlegs over shoes, only slipping one side free before he felt a stiff, eager weight poking against the tale of his suit jacket. "Leave 'em on," Donny said, with the edge of a growl that had Jonathan dropping his pantleg and underwear to pool at one ankle.