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Viren had come to Harrow's office to pick up a document and discuss the schedule for next month's conference. Those tasks had been dealt with but Harrow had further detained him to explain why his version of Casual Friday now included a t-shirt reading "Business Slut."
"I made a bet with my housemate, Opeli. I lost and they demanded I wear this. At least everyone's mostly gone today. Not that Panya would fire me, but I don't want any disappointed looks, either..."
"What was the bet about?"
"Ahh... that's kind of a long complicated story. Inside jokes and stuff. We've known each since college."
"Oh, ok... Business college? Or slut college?"
Viren laughed hard at that. "Business slut college of course! But not really, at all, unless kissing counts. I could never graduate from actual slut college. I could probably not meet the entrance requirements. This conversation has gotten personal and weird and it's all Opeli's fault."
"I don't mind," Harrow assured him.
"This isn't my usual style, as you know since we've seen each other every weekday for the past three years, but I actually kind of like it." Viren looked at his reflection in the glass of the door and did a little shoulder shimmy. "It's been several years, but still... euphoria is nice!" He half-twirled, arms raised like he was conducting an orchestra with epic music to mark his departure. "Gotta go get work done, see you at lunch!"
Harrow stood by his desk, stunned. The shirt seemed to have pushed him one final step toward seeing Viren in a completely different way. It didn't totally make sense. Viren was still wearing a sportcoat. He had never seen the man's shoulders, let alone anything normally considered lewd. But now he had seen his collarbones, and his neck, and he wanted to lick them. The hint of toned pecs revealed by the shirt's vee neck? Extremely lickable. Kissable. He wanted to. Craved...
Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck!
Harrow was hard and ashamed and so much less straight than he had previously assumed. He had always felt an apparently completely unjustified sense of pride about being a devoted, faithful husband. After all, he never looked at other women! Never thought about them... He didn't think he'd thought much about men, either, but the revelation was starting to shed light on a few old experiences. Two of Sarai's co-workers, in particular, stuck out in his recollection as very attractive men...
Unable to concentrate, he made his way awkwardly toward the bathroom. Not the men's room near his office and Viren's cubicle, but a single stall on the other side of the floor. Once inside, with the door securely locked, he wasted no time in unzipping his pants and taking hold of his cock. Every touch brought bliss, but every touch came with thoughts of Viren.
Things he hadn't really noticed in the moment surfaced in his recollection. Viren was wearing earrings. Harrow dimly recalled that he did that sometimes, but today they were shiny hoops and Harrow imagined licking them. Nibbling. Tugging gently and swallowing Viren's whimpers in a scorching kiss...
Today Viren's pants were tight and low. Without the jacket, his t-shirt would ride up... Viren's back would be warm when Harrow put his hand there, then slipped it down... Harrow didn't recall specifically checking out Viren's ass, but his memory helpfully supplied images from those times in the summer when Viren had put on spandex tights to ride his bike home after work.
Harrow's orgasm was wrenched out of him suddenly. His head swam and he clutched the wall until the dizziness faded. Then he had to clean the wall and the floor. Well, the bathroom was extra clean now, there was his good deed for the office this week.
Guilt surged in from the edges of his mind. Fading echoes of ecstasy held it at bay for now. But he had to admit that while flirting might be harmless fun, this wasn't just flirting. This wasn't harmless at all, but he couldn't stop and didn't want to try.
Viren had come to Harrow's office to pick up a document and discuss the schedule for next month's conference. Those tasks had been dealt with but Harrow had further detained him to explain why his version of Casual Friday now included a t-shirt reading "Business Slut."
"I made a bet with my housemate, Opeli. I lost and they demanded I wear this. At least everyone's mostly gone today. Not that Panya would fire me, but I don't want any disappointed looks, either..."
"What was the bet about?"
"Ahh... that's kind of a long complicated story. Inside jokes and stuff. We've known each since college."
"Oh, ok... Business college? Or slut college?"
Viren laughed hard at that. "Business slut college of course! But not really, at all, unless kissing counts. I could never graduate from actual slut college. I could probably not meet the entrance requirements. This conversation has gotten personal and weird and it's all Opeli's fault."
"I don't mind," Harrow assured him.
"This isn't my usual style, as you know since we've seen each other every weekday for the past three years, but I actually kind of like it." Viren looked at his reflection in the glass of the door and did a little shoulder shimmy. "It's been several years, but still... euphoria is nice!" He half-twirled, arms raised like he was conducting an orchestra with epic music to mark his departure. "Gotta go get work done, see you at lunch!"
Harrow stood by his desk, stunned. The shirt seemed to have pushed him one final step toward seeing Viren in a completely different way. It didn't totally make sense. Viren was still wearing a sportcoat. He had never seen the man's shoulders, let alone anything normally considered lewd. But now he had seen his collarbones, and his neck, and he wanted to lick them. The hint of toned pecs revealed by the shirt's vee neck? Extremely lickable. Kissable. He wanted to. Craved...
Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck!
Harrow was hard and ashamed and so much less straight than he had previously assumed. He had always felt an apparently completely unjustified sense of pride about being a devoted, faithful husband. After all, he never looked at other women! Never thought about them... He didn't think he'd thought much about men, either, but the revelation was starting to shed light on a few old experiences. Two of Sarai's co-workers, in particular, stuck out in his recollection as very attractive men...
Unable to concentrate, he made his way awkwardly toward the bathroom. Not the men's room near his office and Viren's cubicle, but a single stall on the other side of the floor. Once inside, with the door securely locked, he wasted no time in unzipping his pants and taking hold of his cock. Every touch brought bliss, but every touch came with thoughts of Viren.
Things he hadn't really noticed in the moment surfaced in his recollection. Viren was wearing earrings. Harrow dimly recalled that he did that sometimes, but today they were shiny hoops and Harrow imagined licking them. Nibbling. Tugging gently and swallowing Viren's whimpers in a scorching kiss...
Today Viren's pants were tight and low. Without the jacket, his t-shirt would ride up... Viren's back would be warm when Harrow put his hand there, then slipped it down... Harrow didn't recall specifically checking out Viren's ass, but his memory helpfully supplied images from those times in the summer when Viren had put on spandex tights to ride his bike home after work.
Harrow's orgasm was wrenched out of him suddenly. His head swam and he clutched the wall until the dizziness faded. Then he had to clean the wall and the floor. Well, the bathroom was extra clean now, there was his good deed for the office this week.
Guilt surged in from the edges of his mind. Fading echoes of ecstasy held it at bay for now. But he had to admit that while flirting might be harmless fun, this wasn't just flirting. This wasn't harmless at all, but he couldn't stop and didn't want to try.
