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It was after hours at Whitefeather, and
Nathaniel and George were arguing in Nathaniel's office, when Nathaniel got
exasperated and snapped, "Oh, blow me, George!"
Far from being offended, George looked as
though Christmas had come early. A grin spread across his face as he dropped to
his knees before Nathaniel, gazing up at him with an almost worshipful
expression. "Okay," he said softly.
Nathaniel's eyes widened. "What are
you—?"
"A good lieutenant follows orders,
does he not?" George, normally so sweet and perky, had an odd, seductive
gleam in his eye as he slowly undid Nathaniel's fly.
Nathaniel started to pull back, but his
rear hit the desk. "I did not mean that literally," he said. But he
didn't stop George. On the contrary, he reached down and threaded long fingers
through the other man's soft, dark hair.
George beamed, then ran his tongue along
Nathaniel's shaft. "Ready for me right on cue," he said, his voice
shifting down an octave. "Such a good boy."
Nathaniel was about to object to that
condescension, but his objection died in his throat as George took him in. He
closed his eyes and leaned against the desk, gripping the edge hard with one
hand while the other hand played with George's hair. This was a bizarre turn of
events, but it felt so good! He couldn't help moaning, his hand gripping hard
into George's hair unwittingly.
George took that as a cue to suck harder,
himself moaning just as loudly as he caressed Nathaniel's perfect body with his
hands. He was so fit, and he tasted so good! George allowed his eyes to flutter
closed as Nathaniel gripped his hair even harder and began fucking his face in
earnest.
George's cheeks and tongue were tingling,
beginning to go numb, by the time Nathaniel saw fit to release into his mouth.
George drank it all down, then pulled back and sucked lightly at the tip for
more, causing Nathaniel to groan deeply.
He slowly rose to his feet and tucked
Nathaniel's cock back into his fly, then leaned against him and slid his hands
up to drape over Nathaniel's firm shoulders.
"I'll see you in the morning…
Boss," he murmured, rubbing his body against Nathaniel's just the
slightest.
Nathaniel automatically reached an arm
round George's back. "Okay," he said. "I'll reverse my decision
to fire you. Get here early tomorrow morning. I want you to sit under my desk
for a while before the others get here."
George's eyes went wide and his cheeks
turned a nice shade of pink. "Y-yes," he stammered out. "I'll be
here."
—
It hurt when Nathaniel didn't seem to
remember George's name, and jealousy flared inside him later when Nathaniel and
Rebecca got stuck in the elevator. For George had been developing a little
crush on Nathaniel: cold and cruel as the man seemed, he tasted good and the
sounds he made, the way he stroked George's hair after their little rituals,
were irresistibly charming.
He rapidly became devoted to Nathaniel and
was at his beck and call for everything, including things that went against his
principles. George thought of Nathaniel as his, and even let slip "My
Nathaniel" once or twice in conversation with his co-workers.
He tried, a few times, to find someone more
appropriate to date… but Nathaniel had a way of making that un-happen. There
was one time in particular that stood out: George had been dating a girl, for
once, and Nathaniel had completely commandeered their night and had the
audacity to yell at George for objecting!
But George secretly hadn't minded. He liked
lava cake, but he liked Nathaniel more. Sure, he could use the money, and he
didn't want to look for a new job, but there was something about this cold,
arrogant man that George couldn't resist. He would do anything for Nathaniel,
not just to keep from being fired, but to keep himself in his life! He came
close, several times to admitting his feelings…. But in the end, Nathaniel was
too distracted by girls to really notice him.
He didn't lose hope, though he did lose his
temper with Rebecca at least once for upsetting Nathaniel. It saddened him that
Nathaniel no longer asked to meet him after hours, no longer ordered him to sit
under Nathaniel's desk. But he reasoned that something would eventually give….
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