Sorry I've taken so long to update! This chapter is one big flashback, hopefully everything with Syed, Steve and Cal will become clearer.
Most of the lights were off in the office but a dull glow illuminated Syed as he sat as his desk, the steady whir of his computer the only sound apart from the occasional clang coming from the small kitchen in the corner. Syed leant back in his chair and stretched his arms out wide behind him, yawning as he did so. He was suddenly startled as a mug of coffee was placed down in front of him, much needed and lovingly prepared for the long night ahead.
"You look like you could do with this." He looked up and saw a friendly face smiling back at him.
"Are you saying I look rough?"
"As if you could ever look rough, Mr Perfect." Syed liked the banter, borderline flirting, he shared with Cal; they'd quickly clicked when Syed had first started working at the estate agents. Cal was someone that Syed could consider a friend now; it was good to have someone on his side for a change.
Syed glanced at Cal. He was attractive, no one could deny that, kind eyes, prominent cheekbones and full lips, almost model- like, he wasn't vain with it though, and that served to make him yet more alluring.
"Thanks for this Cal. I'm hoping it all won't take too long, I'm not keeping you from anything am I?"
"Course not, I want this deal done as much as you do, this house is one of the best we've had in a while, there's big money to be made with it. So, what can I do?" Syed chuckled at the sight of Cal propelling himself forward on his chair, crashing into him as he arrived at his desk. He felt a rush of pleasure go through him, thought he was reluctant to admit it, as Cal's weight momentarily pressed against his.
"Well he said he'd provided his payment information but there's some inconsistencies with it so if you could just…" he reached over to Cal's side of the desk grabbing several bits of paper, briefly looking at the other man as he returned to his original position, "take a look at these. It might just be me." He was embarrassed about looking like an amateur in front of Cal.
"No problem." Seeing Syed's blush, Cal placed a friendly hand on his shoulder, "Syed, it's fine, I've made mistakes in my time, it's always better to be safe than sorry!"
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They'd worked in companionable silence for almost an hour now, and Syed was shattered. He'd been finding it harder to sleep recently, many forbidden thoughts keeping him awake, thoughts that he had only his hand to deal with. He kept stealing glances at Cal, thinking how sexy he looked when he was concentrating on something, but quickly averting his gaze when Cal reciprocated the looks. He tried to stifle a yawn and his friend laughed.
"Tired?"
"Very."
"Well I'm done now; you can finish that tomorrow surely?"
Syed looked at the computer screen, the words and figures were starting to become incomprehensible as his exhaustion increased.
"Guess so, yeah."
"Come on then sleepyhead."
Cal looked at Syed affectionately. Syed started to wonder whether Cal could feel the same way as him, that they could have something more than a friendship. That would explain things. That would explain a lot. Cal didn't have to be nice to him when he first joined, he didn't need to keep asking him how he was finding the work, whether he needed help, if he wanted to hang out with him after work. Could Cal want him in the same way that he wanted Cal? He hoped so. He'd felt so frustrated over the past few months; it had been so long since he'd felt the warmth of another. It had become more than a desire, it had become a need. He needed a man, he needed a release. He followed Cal towards the exit, gazing at his arse in tight black trousers, envying anyone who had ever seen what was underneath them.
"Cal?"
Cal spun around and Syed took a step towards him, reaching out to touch him. They were so close now that they were breathing the same air. Syed could smell his musky scent, encapsulating everything that he'd been craving for the past few months. Cal looked confused, his eyes darting from Syed's hand on his arm, to his eyes, his lips. It was now or never. Syed's lips parted in anticipation and he lightly pressed his mouth against Cal's. He waited for it but the responsive pressure never came.
"Syed! What are you doing?" Sounding shocked and angry, Cal quickly pushed him away and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.
"I… I thought it was what you wanted."
"I'm not gay Syed!"
"Me neither, I just thought." The words were quickly falling out of his mouth, he needed to get out, get away from Cal before he died of shame. "I've got to go." He dashed out of the glass doors leaving a stunned Cal behind him.
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Syed felt like such a fool. He'd been lusting after Cal for months now. Coveting him. Desiring his touch. Now he'd been rejected but the anticipation of being with a man remained, he needed to extinguish it somehow. He wanted to be taken to the brink and back. He looked down at his clothes, a simple blue shirt and black trousers. It would have to do. His footsteps took him to a place he'd passed before. One he'd dared to look in to but never enter. A place where men touched, kissed, smelt, tasted other men. The thought of it was thrilling yet terrifying.
He just wanted to keep his head down, blend in with the crowd. He hoped that sooner or later someone who was enticing and willing would take an interest in him and they could both go back to theirs, and then... He lifted his head to briefly scan the room and, to his pleasant surprise, observed a man, mere metres away, looking in his direction. His build was similar to Cal's, broad shoulders and narrow hips, but his hair was brown instead of blonde and his eyes were an enticing shade of grey. Their eyes met and he began to make his way over, pushing through a mass of bodies. Syed remained in his same position, casually leaning against the bar, facing the crowd.
"Drink?" His voice was low and smooth, manly. He looked at Syed with inquisitive eyes when he didn't speak, momentarily tongue-tied by the gorgeous man stood in front of him. "Or maybe you'd prefer to come back to mine?" Syed could only nod in reply.
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"Name's Steve by the way."
"Syed."
He could feel the apprehension already creeping up on him as he sat on Steve's sofa, the grey material was rough and agitated his skin.
"Do you want a drink then?" A drink? That was the last thing Syed was thinking of and they both knew it. Steve sat down next to him, his hungry eyes tracing over his lithe form. Syed felt that he should be ashamed, ashamed that he was allowing a man to desire him, to want him. But he didn't, the lust seemed to numb that feeling. He jumped slightly as he felt a strong hand begin to massage his thigh but then let out a gentle hum of pleasure.
"Take it you're not interested in a drink then?" Steve smiled; it was an erotic smile that promised there was so much more to come. The hand moved higher and Syed couldn't prevent a moan from tumbling from his mouth. His blood was pumping readily now, he could feel it pounding through his brain, his limbs, his cock. Tentatively, he moved a hand to the back of Steve's head and pulled Steve's mouth towards his, silencing his groan with a searching kiss. Syed felt the pressure on his groin cease as Steve got up.
"Bedroom. Now." He breathed heavily.
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They stumbled through the bedroom door. Steve's tongue was in Syed's mouth, playing, stroking, teasing. A firm hand pushed Syed down onto the bed and Steve's heavy body straddled his. Steve's hands rapidly undid the buttons of Syed's shirt, finally pulling it off him to reveal an expanse of tanned chest.
He emitted a low moan,
"God, you're gorgeous."
Steve's hands continued with the removing of clothes as Syed felt his nerves increase, his hands shaking and his breathing irregular. He'd done this before but that didn't stop him from feeling anxious. He wanted this, of course he did, his body clearly wanted it, and his arousal was obvious. Syed was startled to see that in the time that he'd allowed his perplexed thoughts to take over his mind Steve had removed all of his clothes and was now looking at him, naked and proud of his state of arousal. Syed struggled to look anywhere but at Steve's cock.
"Like what you see then?" Steve raised his eyebrows and pouted. Syed gulped in reply.
"So Syed, what do you want?"
He was now gently running his fingertips over Syed's cock as Syed's eyes fluttered shut. Syed groaned as Steve wrapped his full fist around it, a few pumps and he was already in ecstasy. He shuddered as he felt slick fingers probing at him, stretching and preparing him.
"Good?" Steve was smirking at him.
"Mmm." The dual sensation was amazing, never had Syed felt anything like it before.
Syed gasped as he felt Steve's cock pushing against his hole, his hands instantly grasping at the flesh of Steve's arms, his nails digging in and marking his skin. He cried out as Steve slid fully inside him, filling him, the pain lasting mere seconds before his body was flooded with pleasure. The air was electric with passion and after a few quick, hard thrusts Syed came in Steve's hand, the relief coursing through him was immense. Seconds later, Steve's movements juddered and he released into Syed.
Syed lay there, his breathing still erratic, his hair now damp and sticking to his forehead, his muscles relaxing as the adrenaline levels began to decrease, it's effect now greatly appreciated by the two men. He could feel the guilt setting in already, making him feel ashamed and embarrassed, disgusted with himself. He needed to leave, now. He gently pushed Steve's chest, not allowing himself to ponder what it would be like to sleep against it, and Steve rolled off of him, lying next to him on the bed.
"That was fucking amazing." Steve was right, it had been amazing, too amazing in fact, Syed didn't want it to, he didn't feel that he deserved it. He got up off the bed and started picking up his clothes off the floor, removing an empty condom packet from where it lay on his shirt.
"Leaving already? There's plenty more where that came from." Steve's voice was hoarse from their exertions.
Syed shoved his arms into his shirt, roughly doing up the buttons, and ran a hand through his hair. He felt vile, all he wanted to do was go home and stand under the shower, scrub away any evidence of what he'd just been doing.
"Sorry, I've got to go." He scurried out of the door, slamming it shut behind him on his way out.
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Days passed and the niggling feeling of guilt remained, dissipating at a rate Syed prayed would increase. Whilst he craved the relief he'd obtained, the guilt made him feel like a worthless human being. He'd thrown himself back into his work, finalising deals, hoping that it would provide a welcome distraction. His boss had informed them all a couple of days ago that there would be two new members joining their team today; he just hoped they wouldn't be anything like Cal. He couldn't cope with that. Cal... They still hadn't spoken since Syed had kissed him, nothing except polite greetings and questions about work anyway. Syed was quick to avoid any situations where they'd have to be alone together, not knowing what would be said, not wanting to find out either. Cal was acting as though nothing had happened but there was still a definite awkwardness between them.
"Can I have everyone's attention for a moment please?" Syed's boss's voice bellowed out across the office.
"I just want to introduce everyone to the new staff." Two men were stood next to him, Syed felt as though he'd been punched in the stomach when he saw the one stood on his right. "This is Mark," his boss indicated to the man on his left, "and this is Steve. Please make them feel welcome."
Their eyes met and Steve looked just as shocked and nauseous as Syed felt.
Back to the present in the next chapter, if you enjoyed this one then I'd love a review ;)