Dating your Coworker- The 12 Year Difference

Old Age (A little trigger warning)

"We've been married for 5 years," I laid with my back on the floor.
"When I was your age I had met this beautiful man Jared," Gabriel joked and I rolled my eyes.
"I'm 40," I groaned.
"And I'm 52," Richard said from the couch. He decided he was finally taller than me this way.
"Remember when that lady asked if I was your son?" I muttered and Rich boomed with laughter, somehow it was funny to remember the look on the woman's face when Rich said 'married'.
"I think she was homophobic," I questioned and looked up at the side of Rich's face. He was staring at the ceiling, thinking too hard. After so many years I could tell when something was up with Richard.
"What're you thinking about?" I asked and he sighed, tapping the side of the couch.
"You miss working, filming?" Rich asked and turned down to look at me, I shrugged.
"Of course but I mean I get to see you every single day," I smiled up at him.
"Sweetheart," Rich laughed and I blew a kiss.
"No there's something you're thinking really hard about," I said and pressed my cheek to my propped elbow.
"I'm old," Rich sighed, "just so old compared to you. I'm sore all the time and like... I'm gonna die before you."
"Rich stop," I said and sat up. I realized it was a bit slower than it used to be, hell I was getting there too.
"That doesn't fucking matter," I said, "if I love you I'm not going to care Richard. You shouldn't think about that- ever."
"But-"
"Ever," I urged and he pouted. I smiled sadly and moved toward him, I put a hand in his hair and stroked the curly locks gently.
"I love you," Richard whispered.
"Love you too," I whispered back and met his lips. The familiarity always brought me back to Earth, brought me down from any spell I may have been in. I pulled away and he tangled his hands in my hair, tugging it enough to have me groaning and he smirked.
"Bed?" I whispered and Richard smiled, I grabbed his hand and we walked to the bed. We got there and we laid down, bodies intertwined and tongues battling.
"You don't think you're too old or anything right?" Richard joked and I chuckled, reconnecting our lips.
"Never will be," I whispered and stroked his cheek before connecting our lips again, "never be too old to have you take it up the ass or vise versa."
"Shut up and fuck me," Richard laughed and pulled me by the collar of my shirt.
...
"Jared," Rich said frantically.
"Hm what you okay?" I asked and he winced, shuffling around.
"We've gotta stop," Richard huffed and I pulled out of him quickly. I leaned down to his face, looking at him worriedly.
"What happened?" I breathed out and he blushed red, in shame and embarrassment.
"I- I don't know," Richard looked away from my eyes, "I'm sorry."
"No its okay honey," I said and picked his head up hoping he'd look at me.
"It's not that I can't get hard I just... it hurts when we get too involved," Richard explained turning redder and redder.
"I promise it's okay," I said and planted a kiss on his lips, "there's other things we can do it's fine babe."
"I'm just- ugh," Richard closed his eyes, "I'm embarrassed."
"Don't be it's just me," I smiled and kissed him again, "do you want to try again? Something else?"
"Yeah yeah," Richard nodded and smiled at me. He ran his hands up and down my sides, still pouting slightly.
"Hey it's alright," I said and wrapped my hand around him. I started pumping and he threw his head back a little, groaning and giving me access to the vulnerable skin. I sucked and bit at it while pumping him, he arched and whined. I buried my face in the crook of his neck while continuing to pump him, he eventually wrapped his hand around me and I hissed. He was pumping and I moved closer, letting our cocks rub together as we moved.
"Mm fuck Jared," Rich arched his back and I moaned.
"Rich," I moaned and pressed my lips against his again. We both lasted only a few more seconds before cumming in the sweaty space between us, after I finished Richard came and all of the mess compiled on his stomach.
"'S that better?" I breathed and he slapped my arm, I fell next to him and grabbed a few tissues to lazily clean up. I balled them up and tossed them on the nightstand tiredly, Rich cuddled into my side and groaned.
"I still feel horrible," Richard whispered almost silently.
"Physically?" I asked and he chuckled.
"No I just can't believe that happened," Richard groaned and pressed a gentle kiss to my skin, "I am getting old this is actually what I meant when I said I was worried."
"It's fine," I growled, "you fucking idiot I love you and this isn't going to change anything."
"Jared you're super defensive about it," Rich whispered, "you've thought about it too haven't you." There were tears prickling Richard's eyes, I wiped them away and sighed.
"Of course I have we're both getting older," I answered truthfully, "but it's not going to change my love for you."
"Jared what would I do without your kindness," Richard sighed and drew circles on my skin with his finger, "I'm an aging sack of burlap I can't imagine you're attracted to me still."
"If you think I'm not attracted to you you're obviously mistaken," I laughed and pressed a kiss to his hair, "no matter how old we get or how wrinkled and grey we become I will always be attracted to you and I will always love you."
"Jared I'm really sorry," Richard huffed and I ran my fingers through his hair.
"I've done it plenty of times I promise I'll be fine," I explained and Rich laughed, "besides I have fingers if you need something inside you and you can always be inside of me still."
"So immature," Rich laughed.
"That's why you're laughing beautiful," I whispered and closed my eyes, "sleep."
"M'kay love you," Richard yawned.
"Love you too."