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It was early morning. The sun barely rising over the horizon; there was no reason for Jeff to be at the office so early. Maybe it was just a matter of sharing a cup of coffee, comfortable on the sofa and the warm silence between him and Tom.
Tom's fingers brushed Jeff's side, travelling up to his thigh, caressing the skin beneath his jeans. Tom opened one eye, looking at his friend, asking if he could continue. Jeff looked at him curiously, then watched as Tom placed his cup on the table in front of him and approached to plant a kiss on his lips, giving a small jolt of surprise.
Tom slid one hand to Jeff's cheek, taking the cup from his hands with the other. He slowly began to push in Jeff's direction, feeling his hands on his body, a gesture he made when he wanted to switch. But this time there was no real resistance, just the slight trembling of his hands, as if hesitant to let himself go.
He groaned as he pulled away, the older man on top of him. A feeling of guilt surged in Jeff's chest, which quickly faded when he felt Tom's calloused hand move from his cheek to his shirt, lingering at his navel, then looking down at him.
How could Jeff say no to such a calm gaze? He just nodded shyly, eliciting a warm smile from Tom. He felt Tom's hands slip under his shirt, lifting it as they caressed his stomach and chest, almost delicate, as if afraid of scaring him.
Tom trailed a trail of warm kisses down his neck to his crotch. He stopped. Jeff was weak to Tom's puppy dog stare, nodding embarrassedly, feeling Tom's hands unbuttoning his pants and pulling down the remaining clothes.
Jeff hated the feeling. He wasn't something fragile, something that should treat with tenderness. But he couldn't help how calm it made him feel, as if nothing else mattered, just the two of them.
The exchange of glances brought him out of his thoughts. How long has he been out? Despite his nervousness, Jeff nods. He trusts Tom, he really trusts him. He feels a warm sensation inside him, sending shivers through his body. He lets out a sigh he didn't even know he had.
The sun's rays streamed through the office windows, reflecting off the couple's sweaty skin. Their movements were gentle and intimate. All that could be heard were the sounds of pleasure from both men.
Tom placed a hand on Jeff's cheek, caressing it gently. Jeff's hands trembled as they clutched Tom's shoulders. They looked at each other. Did he expect him to do something?
Is this even appropriate? These were new sensations for Jeff. Despite they'd done it several times since they were young, he'd never let himself be the "receiver." But now... he frowned, a feeling of shame rising in his chest. Will he really admit he likes it? Will he really admit he wouldn't mind doing it again? Will he admit he likes being "subdued" by his best friend and boss? What would other people think? Wow, Jeff, look what you've lowered yourself to. You're pathetic.
For a moment, he wanted to push Tom away and end it all.
But a small change in movement made him arch his back and let out a moan. He looked at Tom, who was breathing heavily but maintaining a small, playful smile, and suddenly, all the noise in his head shut down.
The climax fell like a warm weight inside him. It was a strange, but strangely pleasurable sensation. I guess this is what they call being "full of love?". They paused, the labored breathing of both men echoing in the office. Jeff didn't want it to end, clinging to Tom's back. Tom reciprocated by wrapping his arms around him, warm and firm.
The morning sun peeked through the window. The two men were sitting on the sofa, straightening their wrinkled clothes. Jeff took a sip of his now-cold coffee, wincing at the bitterness. Tom laughed, smoothing a wrinkle in Jeff's shirt before planting a kiss on his cheek. Jeff just glanced at him, watching Tom leave to arrange everything up before the others arrived.
Maybe it wasn't so bad.