I knew the people around me, where getting irritated with me, and my camera. No one liked the flash or the clicking noise, but I don't think anyone knew how important this moment in time was. I don't think anyone knew that the guy sitting two tables away from them, or…right next to them was being signed to a great hockey team. No one knew that that same guy was an MVP, three years in a row for one of the greats teams south of Canada. Well, maybe they did know, they just weren't as excited as I was. And I was excited because that guy, was my best friend. And I felt like a proud mother watching her baby walk on the school bus for the first day of the first grade. "Smile!" I raised my camera, a fancy, expensive high tech one, with a huge lens one more time, making the two opposite me turn to me and groan out, loudly.
"James…no more. You're worse than the paparazzi." I grinned snapping the photo noticing how Carlos slipped a hand out of view, and not a second later, Kendall turned to him give a small, half smile. Perverts. Kendall turned back to me and leaned forward grabbing his latte. "So…did you get enough info over there Tom?" I sat back in my seat letting Carlos's confused look ask my question for me. Kendall sipped casually before laughing, setting his cup back down. "Tom Brokaw? I swear…the whole breakfast you were over their writing, or taking pictures. You barely had anything to eat."
"I'm waiting for my lunch with Logan." I immediately got a dirty look from Carlos who pick d up his napkin and wiped his hands off. "Don't look at me like that. I said I was sorry. He forgave me…"
"Yeah but you're only going over there to try to find dirt on Logan's boss. And just like with the New York thing, he's going to find out and murder you." I rolled my eyes picking up my glass of iced water. Kendall chuckled reaching for the little black book for our check while pulling out his wallet simultaneously. "James what do you think you're going to find out about him? He's just a rich, great looking guy who happens to have amazing taste in assistants." Kendall looked up and over at Carlos fast glaring. Carlos grabbed his Dr. Pepper ignoring Kendall and sucked from his straw still staring at me.
"Excuse me?" Carlos looked at him fast confused making Kendall toss his wallet and the check back on the table with a gold card. "You first say Louis is great looking and then finish it up by saying he has great taste in guys, a.k.a. Logan, in front of your boyfriend. I have feelings jerk." Carlos giggled, lifted Kendall's arm and sat back snuggling against him.
"Don't be a weirdo. You know Louis is good looking, you said it yourself, and I wasn't commenting on Logan's looks. Logan is doing a great job at work. He's been talking about his coworkers, talking about how everyone goes to him for questions on anything foreign. Oh and he keeps talking about some stock that they own that everyone is trying to buy into, and how Louise asked him advice on how many people to let in. Logan loves it there, James, and the moment you go in there to try to act tough, it will ruin Logan's experience, and he will hate you. He may not say it right away, but it will build up inside him for the rest of the life until one day he realizes how much pain he's gone through and leave you all on your own with 47 cats, living off of tomato soup." My mouth slowly parted open as I stared at him, in shock and a little bit of worry. He smield small and shrugged ignoring Kendall's lips attacking his neck. "Just a theory." He grabbed his phone form the table leaving me to seriously think in the silence and after a minute passed he looked back up at me and frowned. "Did Logan ever find his phone?" I closed my mouth and rolled my eyes standing up. Sometimes being around Carlos (mostly because I hated how much more Logan told him), would get me really irritated. Kendall and Logan rarely ever left Carlos alone together. It would end in words getting said and maybe even a physical fight. We just didn't really see eye to eye, on a lot of things.
"No he didn't. Why? Going to warn him his asshole boyfriend is going to try to do something stupid?" Kendall sighed standing up quick and grabbed my phone and camera off the table handing them to me.
"It's almost noon. Thanks for coming man." I nodded and smiled small taking my things from him and stepping around the chairs to get out form the table. "We have another house to look at tonight with our realtor. This will probably be the house so if we can I might buy it tonight. If we do, we'll stay there tonight and let you and Logan fix your dumbass fight form yesterday."
"I already fixed it Kendall."
"Sure you did…" I looked down to Carlos fast who wasn't looking at us but at his phone. Kendall sighed and patted my shoulder. I huffed out, thoroughly pissed off and walked past him not saying two words to Carlos. Way to ruin my day asshole.
I drove slowly through town trying my hardest to keep my anger down, and my head cool. I ripped my jacket and tie off and unbuttoned the top three buttons on my shirt. I hated how dressed up I had to be for a meeting for Kendall. It started out fine. I got to meet the head coach of the Kings and a handful of managers, lawyers, and even got to watch Kendall sign over to the Kings. It was an amazing experience and I took thousands of pictures and wrote down everything I could. I was regretting that now, because I barely ate my blueberry muffin. It was an awesome 2 hours that consisted of sports and talk about the progression of gays in sports, something both Kendall and I knew all to much about. It was still slow going, but the baby steps were really adding up. But enough was enough, about his day. It was now my turn to go to Logan, have lunch and maybe bang on his desk to really make up for our fight. He had 30 minutes. I could eat and fuck in 20.
After grabbing him a drink and myself lunch from a burger place, I got to his work and parked on the bottom level of the garage and made my way up to his office slowly. I knew my fries and burger were cold when I stepped out of the elevator and made my way to his wide open door. The office seemed fairly empty, with one, maybe two people eating at their desks, and Mr. Steven's office was closed up tight. Even the blinds were down. I frowned and started to think of a million and one things I could do to tyr to find anything. Anything, on Louis. Rich assholes always had dark, deep secrets. I stepped in slowly into his office seeing him with his back to me his phone pressed between his ear, and his shoulder, standing in front of filing cabinet. "No sir, the account wasn't processed until last Monday morning. Our records are showing, because of your late entrance, you have no claim on it." I softly set my food and our drinks on his desk, sitting in the two chair sin front of his desk. He turned, the wrong way, getting tangled in his phone cord, and groaned out very quietly. He turned the other way throwing a yellow folder on the top of his desk before sitting down clearly pissed off. We locked eyes, me giving a small sad smile. He chuckled and leaned forward resting his elbows on the edge of his desk. "I'm sorry sir, legally we cannot release any of your money because there is no money to release. You bought in too late sir." He used his free hand to pinch the bridge of his nose while he closed his eyes and shook his head. "Sir…sir if you could just look back at your report…excuse me?" I raised an eyebrow seeing him sit up a little straight mouth hanging open. "Well then go ahead and call my boss because he's just going to tell you the same thing! No you have a good day!" He slammed his phone back down on its place and jumped up. He walked around his desk bent down quick, kissing my cheek and walked to his door. "The nerve of some people! They hear I am an assistant and assume I just let people walk all over me!" His door shut kind of hard making me jump. "Let's sit on the couch." His door locked in place making a creepy pervert smile spread across my face. I stood up grabbing the food and our drinks and walked to the couch watching him close all his blinds. Tight. When he started to walk to me he stopped and turned quick going to his door. He pulled it open and stuck his head out, showing off his perfect ass for my viewing pleasure. "Hey Henry…can you hold all my calls, and take any calls for Lou." I rolled my eyes at the stupid guy's name and cleared my throat. "I'm taking my lunch." He got back in the room shutting and locking the door again, sighing out. He stopped, put his hands on his hips and smile sexily at me. There definitely was a twitch in my pants. "Hey you. I feel like I haven't seen you in days." I chuckled and patted the seat next to me on the black leather couch. He also laughed and walked to me, loosening his tie around his neck. He flopped onto the couch next to me automatically curling into my side, yawning. I wrapped my arm around his shoulder and kissed the top of his head, ignoring the product in his hair. "What did you get me?" He set a hand on my thigh and rubbed, slowly but roughly, towards my now rising dick.
"Well it's not down there, that's for sure. I got you a diet coke like always." His hand quickly cupped over my dick, making me throw my head back and moan out.
"Well then thank you. I'm stealing some fries…" There was a loss of contact quick. I sat up and watched him walk to the back of his couch to his little fridge and pull out a grocery bag of what looked like a banana, an apple, an already made sandwich, and when he sat back down next to me and opened up the bag, I also so a candy bar. He raised it up and shoved it to my chest. "I bought you a present." I took it from him softly and leaned in to steal a kiss but he turned away fast. I sighed out hard, and loud making sure he heard me and set the candy bar on the table going to my own bag of food.
"Tease…" His only response was a giggle. It took every bone in my body to not lunge towards him and hold him down while I fucked him silly.
We talked while eating, about how his day was going so far. I casually asked him about his phone, asking if he had tried to find it through the cloud, but he didn't have any lick there. It wasn't showing up, at all. Anywhere. I had my suspicious, all of them surrounding Louis, but kept them to myself, as he started in again about his day. Dealing with idiots who don't know how to count, or how to buy stock, as he put it. He kept throwing out words, big words, that I didn't know anything about, but was just glad we were talking to each other. I was also very distracted. It might sound weird, but I like to watch him eat. Granted, I would I liked watching him kill a dozen puppies. I was so fucking honry, for no reason as I started to understand. I'm not sure when it started, maybe when he walked to me on the couch, or maybe even before that. From this morning, when he forgave me and let me kiss him, I couldn't stop thinking about him. And more so than I usually do. And as he stood up, to throw away his garbage and mine, I noticed something missing on him. Something on his left hand.
"So,": He walked to the front of his desk and sat against it folding his hands in his lap. "We're all done eating now. I still have…" He raised his left hand and smirked glancing back to me. "12 minutes, technically. What could we do…to pass the time?" He raised an eyebrow slowly sticking his tongue out form his mouth and dragging it across his bottom lip, before letting it run over his top lip. Then to kill me even more, he bit his bottom lip, and his cheeks flushed red. I stood up from the couch, and in five long, quick strides, I was in front of him holding his hips and kissing his mouth with pure passion. His hands rested on my chest softly and he moaned into my lips. I wasn't slow, or sweet while I ripped his belt off. When I pushed his zipper down and popped off the button I shoved my hand in, under the boxers even and grabbed a hold of his solid 7 inches. We pulled away, both out of breath and while he dropped his hands down to my pants, I rested my forehead on his and looked down to see my hand sliding over his cock. "We are in my office. During hours…don't make me be too loud." I chuckled kissing his forehead and just as he got my pants undone I turned him quick, pushing him into his desk. He groaned out and shoved some papers, and pens away to put his hands palm down onto the desk. "I'm not as big as you James." I laughed pulling his pants and boxers briefs down to expose his perfect white, bubble butt.
"Was that a fat joke you bully?" He groaned bending down completely and put his hands on my hips looking up at me form his turned head.
"No…my hip bones are directly on the wood of this very expensive desk. I'll bruise if you're too rough." I gently rubbed up his spine, under his black button up shirt slowly pulling my sensitive dick out form my pants. After watching him get situated on the desk to where he could touch himself and be comfortable, I put both my hand son his ass and spread his cheeks a bit. "I have to admit…I'm worried your going to be rough on purpose." I grinned bending over, from behind him putting my lips by his ear while carefully aligning myself to his entrance.
"Now why would I do that?" He closed his eyes and pushed up, pressing his back right into my chest.
"Because whenever we fight, regardless of who is to blame, you take it out on my body. But in the best way possible." I smiled nipping at his ear lobe and pushed the tip in. His moan was soft, and low, but it made the point. He wanted more. I pushed in further making him lay back down on his desk, pushing back into me, so I was completely inside him. I quickly put my hands on the desk outside his head and glanced down his back. I wished I had taken his shirt off, but could do nothing about it now. I pulled my hips back, only leaving the tip in and breathed out hard.
"Do you tell Carlos things, you don't tell me?" His eyes opened quick and he pushed up resting on his elbows. The back of his head, touched my lips and I kissed around it softly, still only keeping the tip inside.
"Why is it that you and Carlos can't get along?" I put my head down, resting it on his shoulder and pushed back in, to pull back out a little faster. I started a nice tempo of my hips making his head roll forward and hang down. "James I tell Carlos things, that you don't want to hear. I talk to Carlos about things that I know would bore you."
"Like your job? Or how I treat you?"
"God damn-it why can't we just have a regular make up sex session?"
"Who are you to decide what I don't want to hear from you?" He stayed quite only gasping out every now and then form my continuing thrusts. "Everything you ever have to say, is important to me. I want to know every little detail about your day, and I want to know if the things that I'm doing upset you…fuck." I stood up straight grabbing ahold of his hips, sliding the dress shirt up a little exposing more skin, on his butt and his back. I dug my fingertips into his skin watching my dick slide in and out of him. When he laid himself back down and set one hand on my bare hip while his other hand grabbed his cock and started rubbing himself. He remained completely quiet, even kept his moans and groans, low, and deep down in his throat. I didn't mind. We weren't planning on talking, and I honestly shouldn't have brought anything up, but Carlos really got to me at breakfast. Was I really blind to how I had been treating my Logan?
It took us a little longer to reach climax, then usual. I think for me, it was a mix of my thoughts, and the fact that he wasn't making a lot of encouraging moans. He might have been waiting for me to release as well because when I came, deep inside him, he also groaned out and shuttered underneath me cussing under his breath. I stayed still for a minute hearing his out of control breathing. I rubbed circles onto the skin over his ribs fro a minute before pulling out of him and quickly puling my boxers and pants back up. As I zipped myself up he pushed off his desk and also pulled his clothes back on his body and turned to me slowly. I sat down in the chair closest to me and put my hands on my head locking them at the fingers. I watched him look me over nervously. "I'm sorry." I swallowed hard looking down to see his hand covered in his own seed. "I'm going to go clean myself up…I'll be right back." He bent down fast and with his free clean hand, he grabbed my chin, pulled me up with force, and kissed me hard. It wasn't a French, and there was no sign of a tongue dance. He just pushed his lips, hard into mine, and kissed me with everything he had. When he pulled away, he walked quick to his door and walked out not saying another word.
I'm not sure why, but I got up and walked out of his office, seconds after him. I saw him dart into a bathroom hoping no one saw him. As soon as the bathroom door closed I turned to the left and walked to Louis, office door. My hand gripped the knob and without having time to over think it anymore, I turned it, and pushed open. My mind and my soul was not ready to see what I was seeing. Just like I had been moment s ago, Louis was bent over his desk, vigorously fucking someone. I could see a skinny pale body of a guy, on his back, sprawled across Louis's desk, but I couldn't see his face. I heard a gasp leave my mouth, and I started to back out, but Louis saw me. I shut the door quick and turned walking back to Logan's office next door. I sat back down in my seat and breathed out running a hand through my sweaty hair. I cringed hearing the door open next door and clenched a fist down at my sides hoping Louis didn't walk in…"James, right?" I stood up fast and swallowed hard staring at his face noticing it a little red, with some sweat glistening on his forehead. "You're Logan's boyfriend, right?" I nodded forcing a smile. A tiny pathetic grin spread on my face making me want to dig a hole and dive in, head first. "Look…I don't want you to think…"
"I'm sorry, I barged in. I thought it was Logan's office. I was confused." I was pretty proud at how even my voice came out. He chuckled and started to tuck his shirt back into his pants.
"I just don't need this coming out. If anyone knew I was fucking my 19 year old receptionist I'd probably get a bad name. But you look like a guy I could trust. My secrets safe right?" He winked at me smiling and just as I was about to answer Logan walked in, cleaned up, his tie back around his neck, tight. He smiled big looking between the two of us and walked to me slipping his arm around my waist. "Logan! There you are. I was just coming in here to ask you how the call with Mr. Miller went?" I swallowed hard and looked to see Logan not smiling anymore.
"That man is beyond rude and said he was going to call you, to fire me because as he said, I was a punk. You're going to have to deal with him." Louis laughed and nodded putting his hand son his hips.
"No problem." We went quiet and Louis looked back to me smiling. "So, Logan have you discussed Friday night with James yet?" I turned to Logan fast, who blushed and scratched the back of his neck.
"Oh well no…we didn't talk about it yet. James, Louis has invited us to dinner on Friday." We locked eyes and for some reason he looked like he was going to cry. I smiled big and wrapped my arm around his shoulders pulling him into me.
"That sounds great Louis! We will definitely be there." Louis nodded and extended out his hand for me. I shook it, still smiling, for Logan's sake.
"Well I will get back to my lunch," He winked at me as he started backing up, making the hair on the back of my neck stand up. This guy was definitely a creep. "And see you on Friday! Make sure if Miller calls again, you put him directly through to me…" Logan nodded against my chest and as soon as Louis turned out of form the office he pushed off me got in front of me and stood on his tip toes grabbing my cheeks. He pulled me down to him, kissed me hard again before letting go and sighing out hard.
"I'm sorry…about not telling you stuff and telling Carlos…" I covered his mouth quick and snickered.
"Shh…don't fret that little, beautiful mind of yours. How about we talk tonight? All by ourselves. We have our house back." He licked my palm nodding and I bent down kissing his forehead. "I love you but I have to get my ass to work." He laughed while we separated and I walked to the coffee table grabbing my wallet and keys. "If you can, I'm putting up Kendall's story today. Check it out." I slipped my wallet in my back pocket and walked to him behind his desk. I kissed his temple as he sipped his drink and nodded. He looked up after swallowing and we kissed on the lips one last time. I stood up and walked to the door, telling him I love him over my shoulder, and smiling when I heard it back.
As soon as I was safely in the elevator I pulled out my cell phone and called Logan. I was more than surprised when it was picked up on the second ring. Except there was no friendly hello, like any normal person would answer a phone. There was a loud, moan. Like a…sex moan. And then there was a deep husky voice that was far too familiar. "Keep quiet baby…oh shit…" The call was ended fast but I got all the information I needed. I quickly dialed up Kendall and pressed the phone to my ear watching the orange numbers go down on the elevator.
"Hey thanks to you and Carlos arguing, I'm in the dog house." I smirked not caring and cleared my throat.
"I'll make it up to you…listen…I need to talk to you, and maybe convince you to help me with some things. How can I bribe you into doing this?"
"Well I need some new gear…and it really just depends on what you need."
"Well I'll explain when I see you. Can you meet me at that jewelry place on Sunset?"
"Jewelry? Are you buying me a pretty necklace?"
"No asshole…I'm buying a ring. Just say you'll meet me there in like…three hours? I have to do my pod cast."
"Yeah sure…see ya there." I hung up quick and sighed out in relief when I hit the first floor. As I walked quickly to my car, I couldn't help but be completely disgusted with Louis Stevens. He was having sex with a 19 year old receptionist. But the worst part in my head was wondering if I hadn't come to have lunch with Logan, would have it been Logan underneath Louis?