These Walls Have Ears
Archie rang the doorbell to the Lodge's penthouse suite, fidgeting with his tie as he waited to be let inside.
Weekly dinners with the Lodge family had become somewhat of a tradition. Hermione hired a private chef for the night to make them something exquisite and unpronounceable - at least to Archie's unrefined tongue. Hiram had no problem showing Archie just how cultured he was, the words rolling off his tongue as he bit into that night's cuisine. Archie thought it was torture that he was always placed at the opposite end of the table from Hiram. He always had a direct view of the man, making it nearly impossible for him to tear his eyes away from Hiram - from the way his lips brushed his glass of wine, to the way they curled around his fork, to how his Adam's apple would bob as he swallowed...
Everything about Hiram was mesmerizing, which was why these dinners were becoming more and more difficult to attend.
The longer Archie spent in Hiram's presence, the harder it was to pretend like nothing was going on.
The door swung open to reveal Veronica.
"Archikins!" She squealed in that shrill, excited tone of hers. "Come in!"
Archie smiled and stepped inside, passing his coat off to their butler. Veronica waited patiently in the hall, swaying a little on her feet as to accentuate the way her dress fell across her curves. Any other man would be so lucky to have as divine a creature as Veronica; she truly was stunning, especially when she dressed like that. He knew he was supposed to be salivating at the mouth at such a suggestive neckline, but those things had long since lost their appeal.
Still, Archie managed a smile. "Wow, Ronnie. You look...amazing."
"Why thank you," she preened, flipping her dark curls over her shoulder, satisfied. Then, she took him by the arm and escorted him into the dining room. "Mummy and Daddy are already waiting for us. Don't worry - I told them to be on their best behavior."
"Your parents are always amazing, Ronnie."
Amazing was an understatement.
Perhaps breathtaking would be a better word to describe how good Hiram looked in tonight's particular bespoke suit, the deep shade of burgundy bringing out the darkness of his hair and eyes. Or perhaps that was due to the fire - set low and crackling to create a more intimate ambiance. He nodded in Archie's direction, a vision of cool disinterest. It drove Archie up a wall, and he had to force himself not to redden in both embarrassment at his arousal and disappointment at being ignored.
Hermione got up to greet him, a vision in her own, much more conservative dress. She kissed Archie on both cheeks, her nails biting into the creases of his elbows even through his jacket. When she pulled away, her dark eyes sparked with something dangerous...or maybe that was just the fire as well. Archie remained smiling. He often wondered how much Hermione knew of went on behind her husband's office doors. If she did know, she wasn't going to say anything...at least not now.
When Archie sat down, he was immediately reminded of the anal plug he'd inserted earlier that day. Mr. Lodge had been very explicit in his request. He wanted Archie loose and prepared by the time he stepped into the penthouse office.
Well, consider it a success, Archie thought, disguising a moan when he shifted in his seat, the plug brushing just shy of his prostate. He was more than prepared; he was eager. It was the greatest test of his will not to get up and jump Hiram's bones. But he didn't. Archie didn't want to look desperate, even if he was. Besides, Mr. Lodge did not appreciate it when he acted out of line, and Archie was a good boy.
Dinner went by in polite silence with bits of safe conversation thrown about here and there. Talk of Hiram's business was off limits, and Hermione did not dare utter a word about her campaign for mayor lest she spark debate since Archie's dad was her opponent. That left Veronica, and there was only so much of her trivial chatter about The Pussycats and speakeasies that all of them could take.
Finally, after three courses of salad, escargot à la bourguignonne, and foie gras, dinner came to a conclusion. Archie was stuffed and slightly tipsy, having indulged in a few more glasses of wine than he'd anticipated. But it was hard to say no when Hiram was pouring, and the drink made him feel like he was floating. Veronica was more than tipsy, stumbling around and humming a few bars from her latest collaboration with Josie.
Veronica nearly ran into the china cabinet, and Archie took her by the arm.
"I think it's time for bed," he suggested, and Veronica nodded along with a giggle.
They compromised on the couch. By the time Archie had settled his girlfriend and returned to the dining room, he found the table empty. Still, since he had not been formally dismissed, he reclaimed his seat from earlier, hoping that the Lodges were just in the kitchen and not retired to bed. It would make all the preparations Archie did go to waste -
"Ah, Archie, there you are," Hiram said from the archway, his hip cocked against the frame. He had foregone his jacket, his sleeves rolled up to his elbows. In his hands, he held two plates. "Just in time for dessert."
Hiram walked to the table and took the seat next to Archie. He scooted in his chair closer than what was probably considered a polite distance and placed the plate in front of Archie. The plate contained a cream-colored blob that jiggled like jello covered in what looked like a fruit sauce.
"What is it?" Archie asked, poking at it.
"Flan. It's quite delicious," Hiram replied, taking his fork and breaking off a bit. "Here, try it."
He held the fork to Archie's lips, encouraging Archie to taste. Archie obeyed, his lips purposely wrapping around the fork in a way that was less than innocent. Now that he and Mr. Lodge were alone, there was no need to hide pretense, Archie letting his lashes flutter against his cheeks as he closed his eyes and savored the taste. The last thing he saw was Hiram's eyes going dark as his pupils consumed his irises, nothing but want inside.
"There you two are," Hermione sighed, entering the room.
Archie's eyes flew open. He jumped up and scooted back from Mr. Lodge, failing to maintain his calm. It was hard to do when the man's wife was now sitting across the table from Archie.
Hermione folded her hands in front of her and cocked her head in that way she always did when she was trying to come across as sincere. "Thank you so much Archie for putting Veronica to bed. I'm grateful she has someone like you to look after her."
"It's my pleasure, Mrs. Lodge," Archie assured.
"Yes, you've done this family a great service, Archie," Hiram added, leaning back in his chair. "You've been such a doting boyfriend. I'm not sure we can ever repay you."
A warm, large hand settled on the inside of Archie's thigh, brushing up against the inseam of his jeans. Archie felt his pulse stutter, the breath temporarily leaving his lungs as that hand started to slowly slowly rub circles into the denim-clad skin. His cock strained against its confines, Archie unable to stop the rush of heat traveling between his legs.
This is so unfair, Archie whined to himself. It was unbearably hard to remain unaffected when he was supposed to be excited about he and Veronica's class campaign while her father knew exactly how to get him hot and bothered.
Then the hand moved northward, one firm palm pressing down on the outline of his rigid erection, and Archie choked.
"Are you alright, Archie?" Hermione asked, arching one perfectly-shaped eyebrow. "You're positively flushed."
"I am?" Archie asked, thankful his voice didn't sound as wrecked as he felt. He did feel very warm, sweat beading at his temple like coach had made him run a mile for football practice. Archie pulled at his collar, trying to cool off a heat that had nothing to do with the fire burning in the living room and everything to do with the ridiculously attractive older man reaching for his zipper.
Dear God, Archie was going to come in his pants right there at the table if this didn't stop. Now.
Of course, God wasn't listening. It was only Hiram, and there was no force on Earth that could stop him from popping Archie's jeans open and stroking the boy's cock through his boxers. Archie's hips jerked up in response, his heartbeat thundering in his chest as he fought to control his breathing. Was Mr. Lodge trying to torture him? This was cruel and unusual punishment, even for him.
"Let me get you some water to cool you off," Hermione insisted, ever the doting mother. She leaned over and placed the back of her hand on Archie's burning forehead before sauntering out of the room.
"I thought she'd never leave," Hiram sighed, relaxing in his chair. Now that they were free from their third wheel, Hiram was able to focus on Archie completely. He leaned back and looked down at Archie's erection, pleased. "Well well, someone is happy to see me."
"Mr. Lodge..." Archie rasped, unable to continue when the older man slipped his forefinger fingers through the window of Archie's boxers to stroke his shaft.
After so much teasing, the feel of skin on skin combined with the lingering burn of the plug was too much. Archie came hard, biting down on the inside of his cheek until he could taste blood.
"Mi amore," Hiram called, his voice carrying into the kitchen. "I don't think the foie gras agreed with Archie. He's made a mess of his clothes. I'm going to take him to freshen up."
Hiram lied so smoothly, like it was second nature. It was astounding how honest he made himself sound, like he had nothing to hide. It was even more astounding how Hermione didn't even question it. No doubt she thought that the mess came from the sweat that had soaked through the collar around Archie's neck instead of the dark spot hidden beneath the fold of his jacket.
"Oh, alright," Hermione called back, peeking her head out from the doorway. "He does still look flushed. Feel better, Archie."
All Archie could do was nod, unable to find words. That, and there was no time. Not when Archie was already being pulled out of the dining room and down the hall of the Lodge apartment. Archie already knew where they were headed: to the room at the end of the hall.
Hiram pushed Archie inside of his office, locking the door behind them. Archie barely had time to catch his breath before lips were on his, hungry and demanding. Hiram pushed his tongue into Archie's mouth, devouring him, and Archie gave in to the onslaught. He backed Archie up, moving them towards his desk until Archie felt the backs of his thighs hit solid wood.
Lips were suddenly gone, pulled away in an instant, and Archie was left reeling. He tried to chase Hiram, but the older man went down to his knees in front of Archie, making fast work of Archie's belt and pants.
"Let's get these off of you," Hiram said, pulling Archie's boxers down to his ankles. They were wet and stained with cum, his cock damp and sticky from where the fabric had pressed against his shaft. "What a mess you've made..."
"I'm s-sorry, Sir," Archie started to apologize, but choked off when Hiram placed an open-mouthed kiss to the tip. Archie's hands flexed against the edge of the desk, falling against it.
"Do not apologize for this," Hiram berated, and all Archie could do was nod and hold onto the desk for dear life as Hiram started sucking Archie's soul straight out of his cock.
All Archie could do was hang on for dear life, afraid that if he let go of the desk, he would fall apart. He had the strongest urge to touch Hiram, though - the greatest want to take his hands and fist them into Hiram's hair, to feel the silky strands saturated with sweat, to trace the hollows of Hiram's jaw and the bob of his throat as he took Archie down down down, to hold the older man there as Archie fucked his face.
But Hiram wouldn't like that. Hiram liked to be in charge, and judging by the dark and stormy look in those blown-black eyes and the possessive grip on Archie's thighs, this was only happening because Hiram wanted it.
Hiram did something particularly clever with his tongue, and Archie choked.
"S-sir! I...I'm going to - "
Hiram was off of him immediately. Archie nearly cried at the loss. He looked down to see Hiram sitting back on his heels, flexing his jaw and licking his lips, surveying his handiwork. Archie's cock was red and curved up against his stomach, the purpled head weeping pre-come. It was cruel for Mr. Lodge to leave him like this, but then again, Hiram was a firm believer in delayed gratification.
A hand on Archie's hip urged him to turn around. Archie obeyed the silent command, his back now to Hiram, his stomach flat against the desktop. Archie expected many things to happen: a firm slap to his ass, nails raked down his back, maybe even.
The possibilities were endless. They had only just begun, and Archie knew they had a long way to go before Hiram was satisfied.
Archie shivered at the feeling of two fingers brushing over his rim, circling his entrance at a tantalizingly slow pace, brushing against something plastic. Archie gasped. He had nearly forgotten the toy still stuffed in his ass. The fingers pressed into the dip of his cheeks, tugging at the base of the plug. Archie's legs nearly gave out when Hiram went to pull it out, the slick slide of lubed plastic making a squelching sound as his body released the toy. His hole flared, now gaping and empty, and Archie heard the older man suck in a breath.
"Look at you..." Hiram hummed appreciatively, running one hand over the globes of Archie's ass possessively while the other hand reached down to pop the button of his slacks. "I've thought about this so many times...Ever since the first time I had you in here, I fantasized about bending you over my desk, about fucking you so hard you'd feel it for days."
"Yes..." Archie whimpered, his body trembling in anticipation. He'd never wanted something so bad, never needed something as much as he needed to be fucked right this very second. "Yes, Sir...please..."
What Archie didn't expect was to feel the wet, scratchy surface of a tongue press up against him. He yelped, hips jerking against the edge of the desk as Hiram dipped his tongue inside him, tasting him, eating him out. Hiram was relentless, darting his tongue in and out, taking Archie for all he was worth. Archie's knuckles turned white as he gripped the edge of the desk, trying his best to stave off orgasm.
Then, Hiram stood, yanked Archie's head back, and crushed their lips together. Archie could taste himself on the older man's tongue as Hiram licked his way into Archie's mouth, suckling on his tongue. It was brutal assault, teeth clicking as desperation overcame their senses.
Archie's body arched into Hiram's, his ass grinding against the fat length of Hiram's cock. All it took was one luxurious slide and then Hiram was inside Archie completely, hips pressed against the small of Archie's back. Archie groaned and dropped his forehead to the table. No matter how many times it happened, he was never going to get used to that feeling - the feeling of being stretched to the point of breaking and then a little further.
His knees turned to jelly as Hiram fucked him, hard and fast - just how he knew Archie liked it.
This was a wild frenzy of a fuck, and Archie didn't last long. He choked back a cry as he came, smearing his release all over the expensive mahogany. Hiram fucked him through it, not missing a beat. If anything, the pace became more brutal, the drawers shaking as Hiram pounded Archie harder, harder, harder into the desk. Archie was letting out a constant stream of moans, bordering somewhere between pain and pleasure.
Just when the sensation became unbearable, Hiram snapped. Archie felt the older man come deep inside him, cock softening as Hiram thrust once, twice, three more times for good measure before pulling out. Cum dripped from Archie's hole and down his thighs, and as spent as he was, Archie felt his cock twitch in interest.
In the back of his sex-soaked brain, Archie realized he had come twice in the past half an hour, and would have been embarrassed by his lack of control. But this was Hiram - Hiram whose eyes spoke of promises of coming a third time if they lingered in his office any longer. And though that was a tempting offer, the rest of the Lodge family was going to be wondering what was taking so long getting Archie some extra clothes.
"Now, I'd say that lived up to expectation," Hiram sighed as he stretched, his shirt rising as he flexed just far enough so that Archie could see the vee of his hips. Despite being completely worn out, it was enough to put a skip into Archie's pulse.
"I would say so, Sir."
Hiram smirked, coming around to help Archie put his clothes back into place.
Archie winced when he stood. He would have bruises on his hips for days, that was for sure, the lingering soreness a souvenir from his generous employer. The older man was a master of hiding evidence, all the bruises and scratches on Archie's body quickly covered beneath carefully-placed clothing. There would be no taking his shirt off during practice for at least the rest of the week. And definitely no sexy times with Veronica.
Not that Archie was particularly keen on getting naked with Veronica anymore. Why would he when he could have Hiram instead?
At times, Archie thought about breaking up with Veronica. But other times he feared what the outcome would be if he broke her heart. Being with Veronica allowed unlimited access to Hiram, and Archie did not want to lose the favor of the one Lodge he really was attracted to. Besides, as much as Hiram loved to fuck around with Archie, if he hurt Veronica, Archie harbored no delusions that it would go unpunished.
Though, the idea of being punished by Hiram was not completely off-putting.
But, that was a thought for another time.
Once they were both presentable and relatively unsuspicious, Hiram escorted Archie out of his office. The door closed resolutely behind them, concealing all the evidence of what had transpired. It was so hard, sometimes, pretending like nothing had happened at all. But that was the deal. Archie had to live with it.
Veronica was passed out on the couch, both men checking on her on their way to the door. It was better that way. They would not have to dance around the truth, however, Hiram still chose to, if only to torment Archie a little further.
"How's the car treating you, Archie?"
"Very nicely, Sir. Thank you."
"You'll have to give me a ride sometime."
Archie swallowed thickly, his mind supplying images of straddling Hiram's lap, bouncing on the older man's cock in the backseat while the windows steamed up. There was no mistaking that the innuendo is exactly what Hiram meant, especially when he reached down and gave Archie's sore ass a subtle squeeze. Archie bit down on his bottom lip, desperately holding in a moan.
"Yeah," Archie replied, his voice the equivalent of sandpaper, his mind fogged over with lust-addled daydreams. Then he snapped himself back into reality and remembered that Mr. Lodge hated informal speech. "Yes, Sir. It would be my pleasure. Whenever you want."
"A mutual pleasure, surely," Hiram corrected with a faux-innocent smile, showing off far too many teeth. "I'll call you when I'm in the mood."
The door slammed in Archie's face. He could only hope that 'the mood' meant soon.
