“Please,” Adam gasped.
John lined up and thrust home, making both of them cry out in relief. He suddenly couldn't remember the last time they'd had sex, though it had to have been recently. Certainly not within the past few days, though, since John couldn't bring himself to do it in Adam's apartment. Not yet. Not while he still felt so haunted by the sight of that urn.
But this, he could do. Even though he knew he'd feel guilty about it later, having sex at his place of work. At the moment,he didn't care. He could practicallyfeelAdam's need twisting around his own as it charged through his entire body, making him desperate. John took a firm hold of Adam's hips and slammed into him over and over.
“Ohhh-hh-hhh, fuck, yes,” Adam gasped. He slapped a hand down on top of a stack of papers that threatened to topple, then used his other hand to reach across the desk and anchor himself on the far edge. “John! Fuck. Oh my god. Harder!”
John gladly obliged. He pressed a hand down between Adam's shoulder blades, pinning the boy to the desk as he picked up his pace, fucking into Adam harder and deeper, making the desk rock beneath them, thoroughly testing its sturdiness.
Sweat beaded on John's forehead as he moved faster and faster. He gasped for breath, feeling the first hints of an orgasm just within reach.Christ. Yes. Please. He needed that release. Needed that intense explosion to burst through all the tension in his body.
“Fuck, right there,” Adam gasped, his voice going thin and high in desperation. He squeezed his eyes shut and blindly reached back for John. “Right there!”
John slammed into him harder, the sound of skin on skin almost deafening in the small space. His balls drew up tight, and just about the moment John thought he couldn't hold back anymore, needing to feel Adam come first, he saw the boy slap a hand over his mouth to stifle a scream.
“Fuck!” John slammed in hard and deep. His cock pulsed inside Adam's tight channel as the boy's insides squeezed around him.
John let out a gasp of relief and collapsed on top of his boy, his limbs shaking and his chest heaving.
Adam was limp beneath him, a dreamy look on his face. “Holy. Fuck.”
“Yeah,” John agreed with a gasp. He hadn't realized how badly he'd needed that until it happened.
Adam chuckled, then glanced all around without lifting his head from the desk. “Heh. We just fucked in your office.”
John winced. He'd have to tidy his desk and open a window to make sure no scent lingered to hint at what they'd done. But the guilt wasn't enough to make him regret it. Not yet, anyway. Not when they'd both needed it so badly.
“Maybe next time,” Adam went on, still pinned beneath him and looking more than content to stay there, “I'll crawl under your desk and blow you.”
John cursed under his breath, feeling his cock twitch with interest at the thought of that. Who didn't want to live out that kind of porn fantasy? Still, he knew that would have to wait for another time, if ever at all. They were lucky they hadn't gotten caught as it was. John held the condom as his cock slipped from Adam's body. He strode into his private bathroom, wrapped the condom inside a wad of toilet paper and buried it at the bottom of the trash can, then tucked himself back into his pants and checked his reflection before going back to Adam.
The boy languidly pushed himself up onto his elbows, a smile still dominating his face. “I'll have to tell Theothanksfor forgetting his wallet,” he said with a chuckle.
John barked a laugh, then helped Adam fix his clothes. He retrieved his own wallet and stuffed it back into his pocket while Adam went to unlock the door.
Adam pointed at the bathroom. “May I?” He flashed John a grin. “As much as I love what a mess you make of me, it might be uncomfortable when I'm sitting down at lunch.”
John growled, tempted to order Adam not to clean up so the boy would be forced to feel it, except he also didn't want Adam to get a bladder infection. “Go on.”
Adam ducked into the bathroom and shut the door.
John sat down at his desk, smiling to himself as he straightened everything, hiding the evidence of what they'd just done. Once he was satisfied, he picked up his phone to put back in his pocket, then remembered the missed call. John opened the voicemail app and played Adam's message.
“Hey, John,” the message began. Adam's voice sounded slightly strained, like he was trying to sound happier than he was. “Haven's all packed up and ready to go. But Theo asked me to help them move even though I really don't think they need my help. Haven doesn't have that much stuff, to be honest. Even after I made him take all the DVDs I've bought for him over the years, it's still only a few boxes. Anyway, I'm going with them, and then we're gonna go out to lunch before they bring me back home. But Theo left his wallet at work, so we're gonna swing by there first. Hope I might get to see you, assuming you're not out in the fields or something. Love you!”
John smiled to himself, though it felt bittersweet. Poor Adam had probably been struggling, watching his friend pack and get ready to leave. But of course Adam would put on a brave front for Haven's sake. John set his phone aside, giving it a quick glance as he reached out to tap on the button that would delete the message.
“John, it's Frank–”
John nearly jumped right out of his chair, snatching up his phone and jabbing frantically at the screen. The sound cut off, and John sat there, holding the phone in both hands, staring at it while his chest heaved.
Christ!He must have accidentally hitPlayon Frank's message rather thanDeleteon the one from Adam.Holy shit. John tried to catch his breath, willing his racing heart to slow down. He broke out in a cold sweat while goosebumps popped up all over his skin.
The message was still there. Even after all these years, Frank's message would still play.
“Wh-What was that?”
John flinched and looked up. Adam stood in the bathroom doorway, his little body vibrating with tension as he stared at John. Barely two minutes ago, Adam's face had been full of joy and relief. Now, all traces of those had fled.
