Office ManLove Romance
Gary Bartell was finally in charge of his own accounting department. It wasn't glamorous, but it was all he'd ever wanted. Unless you included his roommate, Daniel Cooper, who he'd known since middle school. They'd been living together as friends for nearly seven years, but then two years ago, everything changed.
A traumatic event in Daniel's life brought them closer together than they'd ever imagined possible. He loved Daniel like a brother, but were they meant to be together as lovers?
Publisher: Steambath Press
Heat Level: 5
Romantic Content: 3
Ending: Click here to reveal
Character Identities: Gay
Protagonist 1 Age: 26-35
Protagonist 2 Age: 26-35
Tropes: Friends to Lovers, Office / Workplace Romance, Sex Buddies Become Lovers, True Love
Word Count: 18470
Languages Available: English
Series Type: Same Universe / Various Characters
Gary Bartell leaned back in his chair and surveyed the extent of his new domain. If you could really call it that. It was just an office, but it was his office. Ten years of hacking away and crunching numbers for someone else's glory was over. This was his chance to prove himself.
A new city. A new employer.
A new life.
He slipped open the desk drawer to his right and removed a small box containing his new business cards. He grinned as he discarded the lid and read the imprint on the top card. Gary Bartell - Controller. Finally. He was in charge of his own accounting department.
It wasn't glamorous, but it was all he'd ever wanted …except for the love of the one person whose happiness outweighed any career achievement he'd ever attain.READ MORE
Gary sighed then brushed his thumb over the embossed company logo. Campbell & Pollier, Attorneys at Law. They were definitely taking a chance on him, but after meeting with one of the partners, Aaron Campbell, he knew he'd be getting a phone call, saying he had the job. In addition to his exemplary work record, he and Aaron had hit it off after discovering they'd played football for the same college. Years apart, but the same team regardless.
Brotherhood was brotherhood, and he was in.
The sound of the traffic outside pulled Gary from his thoughts. He removed a few cards from the box for his wallet, set the rest back in his drawer, and reclined in his chair.
Aaron had surprised him somewhat during the interview. They'd been talking about the team and some of the crazy shenanigans that went on, and Aaron had casually mentioned that the football team was essentially how he'd met his husband. Just like that. No apologies. No innuendos. Aaron Campbell, Attorney at Law, married to a man.
Gary scrubbed his lips. Some guys had a lot of balls, that was for sure. He shook his head, marveling at Aaron's confidence. Putting his professional reputation out there and marrying a guy from his college football team. That took guts.
A voice from his open door spoke. "Mr. Bartell?"
"Please, call me Gary," he said as he waved Aaron Campbell's assistant, Cindy, over from where she was hovering in the doorway. She was a petite little thing. Black hair and stunning blue eyes set atop slender, toned hips, and luscious tits. Gary smiled to himself. Even he could appreciate a beautiful woman when he saw one. He wasn't blind. Just not interested.
"What can I do for you?" he asked.
"Mr. Campbell sent me down to say he's sorry. He'd intended on being here to welcome you, but he's been delayed in a meeting. He would like to touch base with you sometime after lunch if that works for you."
"After lunch works—" Gary tapped on the keys of his computer keyboard lightly. "Although, I don't think I'll be very busy until I can get past this security screen."
Cindy peered out into the hall then back in at Gary. "Has Peter not been here yet? He was supposed to set you up with a password."
"No, I don't think I met a 'Peter' this morning."
Cindy blushed and fussed about with the files in her hands. She took on the countenance of a teenager flustered over a boy. "You would remember Peter. Tall, blond kid. All smiles. Looks like he stepped off a fashion runway in Milan."
Christ, you've got to be kidding me.
He'd met Peter. All nine inches uncut, jamming down his throat in the washroom cubicle, Peter. He hadn't intended on giving a random blowjob to a stranger on his way to work that morning, but the kid had come on to him heavy in the men's room on the main floor. It was a thirty-story building with hundreds of offices. What were the chances?
Pretty damn good, apparently.
"Never mind," Cindy said. "Here he comes."
Yes, Peter could certainly do that …in copious amounts.
There had been some uncertainty this morning as to whether or not he would need to rush out and purchase a new shirt before heading up to his office, but he'd managed to clean himself up.
Straightening his tie seemed like an odd thing to do, but Gary wanted to look respectable. He was still the head of the accounting department, even though a few hours earlier, he'd been squatting in front of a toilet, hanging onto a toilet roll dispenser for dear life, sucking on the most incredibly thick and gorgeous dick he'd ever set his mouth to.
Gary swallowed the saliva accumulating in his mouth and groaned quietly as his cock pressed against the fabric of his dress pants. Please, no… Please don't embarrass me.
He brushed his palm down the front of his pants then stood to shake Peter's hand. "Cindy tells me you’re the man to see about a password."
"Absolutely." Peter lowered his gaze and waited for Cindy to leave the room. "I'm the man to see about a lot of things. Passwords are just one of them." Winking, he swept around Gary's desk then leaned across Gary's shoulder to reach the keyboard. "Excuse me."
"Oh, right …sorry." Gary backed away, remaining in his chair, enthralled by Peter's overall presence in the room, and the fluid motion of Peter's muscles beneath his clothing as he alternated between typing, mousing, and pausing to wait for the computer to co-operate.
Normally, twinks weren't his thing, but Peter had a confidence about him that made up for his lean, boyish looks, and his age, which he approximated to be about twenty-three, maybe four.
Not entirely cradle robbing.
Okay, maybe just a little.
"Alright," Peter said as he turned around. "I have you set up with full clearance to get into anything accounting related. Aaron will probably want you to have access to other programs and departments as well, but I'll wait until he gives me a detailed list, then we'll go from there."
He stepped away from the screen. "I just need you to enter a password …here and then again here—" Peter's index finger touched the computer screen and Gary's gut twisted, sending heat straight through to his balls. He couldn't be sure of the hand, but less than an hour ago, one of Peter's index fingers had been filling his ass, just before he'd cum in his mouth.
Sharp tingles of pain had Gary biting his lip as his cock sought to escape the confines of his underwear, pulling the curly, pre-cum moistened hairs along with it.
"Mr. Bartell?" Peter leaned his hip against the edge of the desk and crossed his arms. "Maybe we should go for coffee and come back to this later …once you're not so distracted."
Gary sighed in resignation. He was doomed.COLLAPSE