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Heat Lightening
Where There's Heat Part II
Brian and Justin’s POV
PG-13
Justin
He stands. My eyes roam the length of his tall, lithe form. He moves with
a grace that makes my breath hitch in my chest. It’s almost feline but somehow
so, so masculine.
He extends his right arm across the width of his desk, “Mr. Taylor, it’s been
a pleasure.” The twinkle in his eye isn’t lost on me.
I fucking knew it. He feels it too. That twinge you get in your gut when you
want someone so badly you salivate as you anticipate how they’ll taste. It
started for me at Starbucks and now it’s built into this burning hunger that
demands to be fed. Fuck the job, I just want to fuck him.
“The pleasure’s been all mine,” I return the starry-eyed gaze as our hands
connect for a much longer time than tradition dictates. We’ve been behind
closed doors for more than an hour and everything has been by the book, until
this moment.
He finally takes his hand away and I stand as I start to gather my portfolio.
He rounds the desk, I assume to show me out.
He stops right next to me, my heart skips a beat, maybe three. He’s close
enough to smell. The amazing scent fills my head and makes me slightly dizzy.
I falter as I lean down to collect my bag. His arm flies up to steady me.
Our eyes connect.
“In town long?” He raises his eyebrows at the end of the question. I’ve noticed
that his facial expressions say more than his mouth does.
“Rest of the week,” I manage to eke out of my overly-dry mouth.
His hand still grips my elbow and I look down to examine that precious point
where our bodies meet. He looks down too and we share the moment.
When he releases me and walks to the door, I follow.
“First time in New York?” He inquires casually.
“As an adult,” I answer.
“Barely,” his eyes sparkle at me again and I know the comment, while sarcastic,
carries some measure of affection. It makes my knees a little weak. I have
a fleeting thought about how old he might be. Seems to me to be this successful
he should be in his 40s, but there’s no way.
I smile so he knows the comment wasn’t lost on me. I think he enjoys my reaction,
but it’s hard to gauge. His rich eyes, a dark green that glows like gold-dusted
sea glass, reveal so much and nothing at all at the same time. It’s disarming.
I haven’t felt like this about anyone since…
Brian
When he walked in, I silently prayed that his work would suck and his interview
would fall flat. Only because I’d rather fuck his little blond brains out
than hire him.
Turns out this blond has a big brain and a great eye and a undeniable talent.
He’s by far the best interview I’ve had for the position and what’s more is
his portfolio rivals that of some of my seasoned designers. He’s very clearly
the obvious choice for the position, but that poses a problem considering
there’s another position I’d rather see him in (writhing under me perhaps).
I stand at the conclusion of our interview, conflicted to say the least. I
extend a hand, which he takes graciously. Kid’s even got a killer handshake.
And such a great ass…
Our eyes meet for the hundredth time today and for the hundredth time I feel
this twinge. It’s a little like – well never mind what it’s like. It’s unnerving,
I'll say that much.
The moment I hear myself ask if he’s in town long, I know it’s all over. Much
like an out-of-body experience, I simply feel like an observer of my own actions.
I’m fucking flirting with the kid I want as my new hire – nice, very nice.
I learned long ago that mixing business and pleasure is a worse idea than
playing Russian roulette. I promised myself not to bet against the house after
I was dealt a really shitty hand. While the incident did land me in New York,
it was by way of exile. Safe to say things turned out, but I learned my lesson
in the meantime.
So,
if we fuck he doesn’t get hired. If we don’t fuck, he does. Could I handle
working with him if we didn’t? I’ll probably get over it once I actually get to
know him.
Guess I could put my balls in his court and see what happens.
Justin
He leans in to whisper in my ear and I feel a warmth wash over me that goes
straight to my dick. I have no idea what he’s about to say but my anticipation
is palpable.
“I have a little problem,” he states in a thick voice that is suddenly at least
two octaves lower than the one he’s been using all afternoon.
“What’s that?” My reply is weak, much like my resolve.
“I want to hire you and I want to fuck you, but I can’t do both.”
I contemplate the statement as I try to will away my growing erection. My head
swims in the sea of possibility. But, how the fuck can I decide between the
best job I’ve interviewed for and the hottest guy I’ve ever seen? I don’t know
what’s harder, the decision or my dick.
“So you want me to choose?” I turn towards him a little and let a small smile
play across my lips.
He licks his own before responding, “In a word – yes.”
His eyes fill with lust and darken three shades. I watch the metamorphosis and
recognize a predator mode kicking in. I’ve been prey to men like him before,
but none with quite this level of sexual magnetism and certainly none as
beautiful.
I stand stock still until he moves a little closer. Then I take a step back to
keep our bodies from touching. He’s making the choice hard enough as it is. I
know what I want to do and I know what I should do; unfortunately those two
things don’t coincide.
He steps closer again. I back up again. My ass brushes the door to his office
and his hand snakes around my waist to grip the doorknob.
He licks his lips again. I wish he’d stop that.
“You’re talented, I know you’d make an excellent employee.” His words wash over
my face as what little common sense I have begins to dissipate.
“But, I’m guessing you’d also make an excellent fuck.” His punctuates the last
word, sending a jolt through me that makes up my mind in a heartbeat.
My portfolio drops to the floor as my lips reach up to meet his.
I’ve read there’s no such thing as heat lightening, it’s just a rumor that
started when people witnessed lightening striking without any thunder rumbling
afterwards. They needed a way to describe the presence of the electric jolts
with no storm in sight. The term was coined because the phenomenon generally
occurs on warm nights.
That's all very rational and I’m sure the article I read was accurate. But at
this moment, heat lightening is quite real to me.
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