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Eric King was exhausted. He just had the worst 24 hours of his life and to make it worse, he was stuck back at this shitty base camp and was set to give a meeting soon. People died because of him and his machine and he’s supposed to talk to them about it. He should just quit now.
Eric was going through his notes on the desk, trying to think of anything to say, when the door opens behind him. The briefing wasn’t for another hour so he wasn’t sure who would be bothering him right now. The blonde turns around and freezes up at the new person. Eric mentally cursed when he recognized just who was in the room. Nick Kay. Certified douchebag and wife stealer. Rachel dumped them both though. Probably to move on to the next guy who gives her any attention. Eric can’t blame her though, especially not for sleeping with Nick.
"Sorry, didn’t realize this room would be occupied," Nick says but there wasn’t a hint of an apologetic tone in his voice. No, he seemed cold and distant, maybe even a little anxious. Eric wouldn’t notice it if he wasn’t so good at his job but it was definitely there. Even by the way Nick was standing. A stance mostly filled with confidence yet some insecurity. Of course, what happened in the mines would be a good explanation. Even with that insecurity, Nick stood like he owned the place.
It’s no wonder his wife was so willing to throw herself at Sergeant Kay. Just looking at the man, Eric could sense the sex appeal. His arms were twice the size of Eric’s and his thighs could probably crush a watermelon in one go. Eric was staring and Nick definitely noticed.
"You got something to say then just say it. We’re way past this Marine respect bullshit." Nick was approaching this time and Eric couldn’t back up anywhere. He had a table right behind him.
Eric didn’t know how to say he wasn’t staring for the reasons Nick thinks. Eric always liked both genders but he didn’t really have time to explore his sexuality. Whenever he began to get sexually active, he met Rachel soon after and tied the knot. He was no longer with Rachel though, neither of them were. Eric was free to sleep around and explore his sexuality as much as he would like. But at his age, he really did not want to start all over. There was no other choice though, other than just die alone. Obviously, he and Nick wouldn't tie the knot and live happily ever after but it was a step.
Eric just said fuck it and went for it. He leans forward and basically smashes their lips together. It wasn't a kiss, so much as teeth clashing together. Nick was taken aback and yet doesn't pull away. That was a good sign if Eric had ever seen one.
Nick finally reacts, managing to turn the mess of actions into actual kissing. It was needy and messy and neither seemed to mind, not with the way both men were pulled into each other. Nick's grip was tight on Eric's hips while the blonde pulled him by his shirt.
Eric finds himself shoved against the desk behind him, leaning into it to support their weight. Nick finally breaks the kiss but only to take Eric's shirt off. Eric willingly let himself be stripped before Nick goes right back to dominating the kiss. At least it gave Eric a second to breathe.
Nick's hands were cold against Eric's bare sides but he didn't keep them there for long. Soon, his hands were roaming up and down the blonde's chest, massaging the flesh under his palm. He drags his fingers down Eric's stomach, scratching his nails down harshly. Eric winces at the sudden pain and Nick was surprised to hear a moan follow. Nick breaks the kiss before glancing down at the scratch, blood pooling on the surface. He looks back at Eric, making eye contact with the other.
"You really are unpredictable," Nick says, his voice rough. He sounded like he needed a sip of water. Nick keeps staring as his fingers meet Eric's belt. Eric could feel the other unhooking it but he wasn't going to look to confirm. He was not about to be the first one to break eye contact.
"So are you." Eric finally responds, his heart beating once Nick finally gets his belt off. It drops to the floor with a loud clank and Eric hopes no one investigates. This isn’t exactly a position he’d like anyone to see him in.
Nick doesn’t respond to Eric, instead just squats down. The action surprised Eric, especially considering Nick pulled his jeans down with him.
"Are you not wearing boxers," Nick asks, seemingly surprised there’s a cock in front of his face.
"Clearly not?" Eric responds, the smart remark leading him to a smack in the thigh.
"No need for the disrespect," Nick comments as he helps the other step out of his jeans. He tosses them to the side somewhere, eyes focused on Eric’s legs the whole time.
Eric shivers as Nick runs his hands over his thighs, rough hands against rough thighs. What a wreck of people.
Nick didn’t say anything about Eric’s prosthetic leg, something the blonde was both surprised and thankful about. Nick must realize some things are off-limits.
Nick ignores the cock in his face and instead flips Eric around, pinning his hips to the table. The blonde blushes at the way he was easily being manhandled.
Nick reaches up and presses his hand against Eric’s lower back. It was an unsaid demand. Bend over. Eric complies, leaning over the desk. His notes are already scattered across the floor in front of him.
Nick sticks two fingers in his mouth, sucking on them until they were slick enough. He wanted to get foreplay done as quickly as possible, afraid of the door being unlocked plus not really caring about it. Nick couldn’t give two shits about Eric’s discomfort or pleasure. This was nothing more than for Nick to let some steam off after the events that happened.
Nick felt it was enough saliva so he finally pressed his one finger against Eric’s hole, resistance expected as he shoved in. Eric hisses at the discomfort and Nick wouldn’t be surprised if this is his first time with something in his ass.
After a few moments of stretching Eric out, Nick adds a second finger. He was growing bored of this but the noises Eric was making were enough to get him hard.
Nick pokes and prods inside the man, trying to find a specific spot so he can get this over with.
Eric gasps out before a loud moan follows and Nick knew he found the prostate. Nick relentlessly thrusts his fingers against that spot, Eric whining and gasping with every hit. Nick smirks at the way Eric was grinding against the table.
Nick finally breaks contact, a little too rough. Eric grunts at the harshness but doesn’t comment. Instead, he stands straight up, turning to see what Nick was doing now.
The man had stood up and even made the effort to pull his hard cock from his pants. Eric felt proud that he was already that excited from just fingering him.
Nick’s cock laid flat against his stomach and there was another good reason Rachel was so inclined to cheat with him. Fuck, he was huge.
"Hands and knees," Nick demands, making Eric stare at him in confusion. He notices Nick is indicating to the floor and he actually laughs out loud.
"You’re joking." Eric questions, raising an eyebrow. The statement seemed to piss Nick off.
"Do I look like I’m joking? Get down." Nick demands and Eric oddly listens to him. Eric slowly sinks to his knees, staring up at Nick hatefully. He could have said no. He could literally stand up and walk out at any moment. He definitely didn’t want to though. Especially not now when he can hear Nick slinking down behind him.
Nick presses himself against Eric, the fabric of his pants harsh against bare skin.
It felt dehumanizing that Eric was fully naked and Nick just had his cock pulled out of his pants. He had a feeling Nick wanted it like that though, anything for him to feel superior.
Eric tenses up slightly when Nick lines his cock up, the head breaking past the first ring of muscles surprisingly easy. Eric just gasps, not used to this feeling. Nick's two fingers were one thing but his cock is way thicker.
The slow burn felt nice as Nick continued to push forward. Eric wasn’t expecting the other to be gentle and he’d never admit it but he was glad he was.
It didn’t take long for the man to speed up his thrusts, hard and rough as he shoved Eric further against the dirty floor. Eric’s cheek was cold against the floor but he didn’t dare move his position.
Nick’s hands were tight on Eric’s bare hips and he wouldn’t be surprised if they bruised tomorrow. Eric wouldn’t exactly mind, the memory of this meeting burned deep in his memory.
"God, your cunt is so fucking tight," Nick mumbles, making Eric’s stomach tighten. He felt like he was close to coming and it was almost embarrassing. Having Nick degrade him like this was bad enough but if he came untouched this quickly he would never live it down.
Thankfully Nick slows down his pace but it still made Eric whine. He was so close and to just have his momentum shut down was disappointing.
"God, you’re fucking pathetic. Getting fucked by the guy your wife cheated on you with. What a freak." Nick comments, rough thrusts following.
The insults weren’t helping Eric’s insecurity but it was definitely what he needed.
The slaps of skin against skin were loud as Nick didn’t let up and Eric wouldn’t be surprised if someone investigated. People here seemed nosy.
"This is how your wife likes it too, you know," Nick admits, jumping Eric out of his thoughts about other people.
"I see why you guys never had sex much. Hard to when you both like to be the one fucked." Nick adds to his point by thrusting even harder, Eric gasping out.
Nick stays silent for the most part, aside from groans and grunts as he speeds up his thrusts. Eric felt like he was being ripped apart and he wouldn’t be surprised if he could feel Nick through his stomach.
Eric mentally curses himself when he realizes he was crying. He wasn't sure if it was overstimulation or the way Nick was degrading him. God, he really was such a bitch. Nick noticed it around the same time Eric did, which wasn’t shocking considering he was loud. Nick slows down his thrusts to the point of almost stopping but Eric knew it wasn’t because he was crying.
Nick grips Eric’s chin, turning his head to look at him. The angle and position were uncomfortable for both of them but it was so worth it.
"Are you crying? So fucking pretty when you cry." Each word was accompanied by a hard thrust that interrupted the said crying.
Nick harshly let go of Eric’s chin, letting the blonde man’s face fall to the floor. Eric catches himself before it collides, taking a second to catch his breath before Nick takes it away just as quickly. His thrusts were brutal and Eric doesn’t understand how he still has too much stamina.
"Nick, I’m gonna cum." Eric warns and he almost wished he didn’t. Nick reaches around his body and harshly squeezes the tip, halting any approaching orgasm that would happen.
"Ask me nicely and I’ll think about it." Nick states and Eric found himself wanting to throw a fit. He still listens, like the good boy he was.
“Fuck, please, Nick. Can I please cum.” Eric begs, shoving his ass back for more contact.
“Since you asked so nicely.” Nick finally agrees, letting go of Eric’s cock head and instead wrapping his palm around the whole length. Nick resumes his thrusts, matching them to hand movements. It didn’t take long for Eric to reach that orgasm, shooting all over the conference room floor. He’ll have to clean that up before everyone comes in.
Nick groans out from behind him and his thrusts quickly became sloppy. He was definitely close.
“Fuck.” Nick mumbles and that was apparently the only warning Eric was getting. Nick thrusts one more time before pausing, grinding up against Eric as he releases inside the blonde with a soft groan.
Nick pulls out gently, Eric groaning at the feeling. His hole felt too empty now. Eric stayed on his hands and knees, needing to catch his breath. He was amazed that Nick was already on his feet, already decent. Pretty easy when you didn’t strip down.
Eric lazily crawled to look at his cum, seeing the damage of what he needed to clean. It didn’t look like much, most of it ending up on Nick’s hand and now probably his pants.
Eric freezes when Nick gently puts his foot on the back of his head, not shoving but just resting.
"Lick it up," Nick demands, his foot now shoving Eric’s face closer to the ground. The idea of licking his own cum off the conference room floor should have repulsed him. He should have denied the request and yet he found himself inching closer to the mess he made.
Eric swipes his tongue over the floor and resists the urge to pull away. Nick's foot was holding him down anyways.
The mix of cum and dirty floor didn't mix well but Eric still swallowed, wanting Nick to know he did his best.
Nick finally allows Eric to sit up, the blonde resting on his knees.
"Let me see that you swallowed it," Nick demands, tugging at Eric’s hair. He listens, sticking his tongue out for Nick to inspect.
"Good boy." Nick mocks, his tone was condescending. Eric could feel his cock trying to get hard again.
"Get cleaned up before anyone sees you like this," Nick demands, eyeing the mess in front of him. Nick doesn't even wait for Eric to stand up before he's leaving the room.
Eric did everything in his favor to avoid eye contact during the meeting.