Undercover

Part Four

"We can't be doing thi—"

"Would you just shut up and let me kiss you?"

We'd both gotten to work early today, a little too early and before I know what's happening, I'm being pinned against the vending machine. Garrett's scruff from last night an all too familiar feeling on my face. My hands settle in his two back pockets as he cradles my face in his hands. "Let me..." He's on his knees suddenly, fumbling with my belt.

"Garrett, no!" I push him away and he looks up at me with sad eyes as he rises, towering over me once again.

"Just want to make you feel good, 'ndrew." He kisses slowly down my neck as he brings my hand up to his face, kissing my knuckles softly.

Mesmerized by his actions, I've forgotten how to breathe, how to act, how to think clearly. His fingers wrestled with my belt again, and I'm still pushing them away, only slower now. I lean my head back against the vending machine as he works with my zipper.

"Just, a little..." His mouth is on my dick, the vibrations of his voice were enough for me to emit a tiny gasp. "See," he looks up at me from his spot on the floor, "you do like it." I nod my head, quickly, lazily, my eyes roll to the back of my head, this feeling indescribable.

"Fuck, Gare."

"Mhmm," he moans, "say my name, babe."

My fingers find fistfuls of hair, pulling just hard enough for him to moan as well.

"Fuck," he mutters, his hand sneaking in the waistband of my boxers.

His fingers are warm and long, wrapping around me gently.

"Garrett."

"Hmm?"

"We can't, we can't do this, not here, we can't..." I open my eyes, finally breaking out of the trance I'd been in, the fear of getting caught finally settling in. I push him away, and he rises,

"You're no fun." He grumbles, pouting as I adjust my pants.

"Are you surprised?"

"Not really." He walks over to the cabinet, pulling out two mugs. "Coffee?" I nod my head eagerly, I'd barely slept that night.

"Are you mad?" He stops pouring for a moment,

"Not mad." I walk over to him, placing my hand on top of his, "are you ever going to tell anyone about this? I mean, about us?"

The thought alone was enough to send me into a panic attack, but I try my best to play it cool.

"I mean, I don't know... What even is this, ya know?" He pours the rest of the coffee, filling the cup.

"Right."

"Hey," I tug on his arm, his gaze fixed on the cabinets in front of him, "hey."

Finally, he looks at me. I bring my hand up to his cheek, cupping only one side of his face, I lean in slowly, kissing him on the lips.

"I just," we pull apart, our lips still only inches away, I look into his eyes, searching for something, anything, "I just thought that maybe..." I trace his jawline with my thumb, admiring the scruff.

"Promise me you'll never shave."

"What?"

"Just, promise me?" I find myself smiling up at him, and he shakes his head out of confusion.

"I mean, sure, I don't... I don't see why not, I mean, hell... less work for me I guess." I kiss him again before leaving, being sure to take my coffee with me.