DEFENCE REACTION
By Leigh Jarrett
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© 2010-2012 Leigh Jarrett
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Come Play In My World™
Introduction
Gary Bartell was finally in charge of his own accounting department. It wasn't glamorous, but it was all he'd ever wanted. Unless you included his roommate, Daniel Cooper, who he'd known since middle school. They'd been living together, as friends, for nearly seven years, but then two years ago, everything had changed. But were they ready to take their friendship to the next level? They already loved each other, as friends. Would it feel strange to become lovers? And how would a new love interest in Gary's life change things with Daniel? Were Gary and Daniel meant to be together?
Warning: This story contains unbalanced equations, wildly under budgeted expenditures and seriously hot projections. The numbers predict a loss, but the men are loosening their ties and shedding their suits to focus their efforts on the eager bottom... line.
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Leigh Jarrett
Chapter One
Gary Bartell leaned back in his chair and surveyed the extent of his new domain; if you could really call it that. It was just an office. But it was his office. Five years of hacking away and crunching numbers for someone else's glory were over. This was his chance to prove himself. A new office. A new employer. A new life.
He slipped open his desk and removed the small box containing his new business cards, grinning as he discarded the lid and read the imprint. 'Gary Bartell, Controller'. Finally. He was in charge of his own accounting department. It wasn't glamorous, but it was all he'd ever wanted to do. He brushed his thumb over the embossed logo. 'Campbell & Pollier, Attorneys at Law'. They were definitely taking a chance with him, being that he was still so young, but after meeting with one of the head guys, Aaron Campbell, Gary knew he'd be getting a phone call, saying he had the job. They'd really hit it off after discovering they'd played field lacrosse for the same university. Six years apart, of course.
The sound of the traffic outside momentarily distracted Gary from his thoughts. He removed a few cards from the box for his wallet and set the rest back in his drawer, reclining in his chair again. Aaron had surprised him somewhat during the interview. They'd been talking about the lacrosse team and some of the crazy shenanigans that went on, and Aaron had casually mentioned that the university lacrosse team was essentially how he'd met his husband. Just like that. No apologies, no innuendos. Aaron Campbell, Attorney at Law, married to a guy.
Gary scrubbed at his lips, thinking about it. Some guys had a lot of balls. That was for sure. In its simplest form, commitment was a moving target in Gary's life. Something more easily secured if it was nailed down. That is if you could catch it long enough to hold it still. It wasn't impossible. He'd been close a few times. But putting your professional reputation out there and marrying a guy from your university lacrosse team. That took guts.
"Mr. Bartell?"
"Please, call me Gary." Gary waved Aaron Campbell's assistant, Cindy, over from where she was hovering in his doorway and into the room. She was a petite little thing. Black hair and stunning blue eyes, set atop slender toned hips and luscious tits. Gary smiled to himself. Even he could appreciate a beautiful woman when he saw one. He wasn't blind. Just not interested. "What can I do for you?"
"Mr. Campbell sent me down to say he's very sorry. And that he'd intended on being here to welcome you, but he's been delayed in a meeting. He would like to touch base with you sometime after lunch though, if that works for you?"
"After lunch is great—" Gary tapped on the keys of his computer keyboard lightly. "Because I don't think I'll be very busy until I can get past this security screen."
Cindy peered out into the hall and then back in at Gary. "Has Peter not been here yet? He was supposed to set you up with a password."
"No, I don't think I met a 'Peter' this morning."
Cindy blushed, and fussed about with the files in her hands. She suddenly looked like a teenager getting flustered over a boy. "You would remember Peter. Tall, blonde kid. All smiles. Looks like he just stepped off a fashion runway in Milan."
Christ, you've got to be kidding me.
He'd met Peter. All nine inches uncut, jamming down his throat in the washroom cubicle, Peter. Gary hadn't intended on giving a random blowjob to a stranger on his way to work that morning, but the kid had come on to him heavy in the men's room on the main floor. It was a thirty storey building with hundreds of offices. What were the chances?
"Never mind," Cindy said. "Here he comes."
Yes, Peter could certainly do that.
There had actually been some uncertainty, this morning, as to whether or not Gary would need to rush out and purchase a new shirt before heading up to his office. Luckily, Peter was in the habit of carrying around a satchel containing moist toilettes and an assortment of other supplies; such as condoms and lube. That probably should've been his first clue that he'd been targeted by the office slut. And on the very first day too. That had to be some kind of personal best.
Straightening his tie seemed like an odd thing to do, but Gary wanted to look respectable. He was still the head of the accounting department, even though a few hours earlier, he'd been squatting in front of a toilet, hanging onto a toilet roll dispenser for dear life, and sucking on the most incredibly thick and gorgeous dick he'd ever set his mouth to. A dick he could still taste on his lips.
Gary swallowed the saliva accumulating in his mouth and groaned quietly as his cock pressed against the fabric of his dress pants. Please, no… please don't embarrass me. He brushed his palms down the front of his pants and stood up to shake Peter's hand. "Cindy tells me you’re the man to see about a password."
"Absolutely." Peter averted his gaze and waited for Cindy to leave the room. "I'm the man to see about a lot of things. Passwords are just one of them." Winking, he swept around Gary's desk and leaned across Gary's shoulder to reach the keyboard. "Excuse me."
"Oh, right… sorry." Gary backed up in his chair, enthralled by Peter's overall presence in the room, and watched the fluid motion of Peter's muscles beneath his clothing as he alternated between typing, mousing, and pausing to wait for the computer to co-operate. Normally, twinks weren't his thing, but Peter had a confidence about him that more than made up for his lean boyish looks, and his age, which he approximated to be about twenty one, maybe two. Only eight years younger than himself. Not entirely cradle robbing by any means.
"Alright," Peter said as he turned around. "I have you set up with full clearance to get into anything accounting related. Aaron will probably want you to have access to a bunch of other stuff as well, but I'll wait until he gives me a detailed list, and then we'll go from there." He stepped back from the screen. "I just need you to enter a password… here, and then again, here—"
Peter's index finger touched the computer screen and Gary's gut twisted, sending heat straight through to his balls. He couldn't be sure of the hand, but one of Peter's index fingers had made several round trips between his mouth and Peter's ass.
Sharp tingles of pain had Gary biting his lip as his cock sought to escape the confines of his underwear, pulling the curly, pre-cum moistened hairs along with it.
"Mr. Bartell?" Peter leaned against the edge of the desk and crossed his arms. "Maybe we should go for lunch and come back to this later, once you're not so distracted."
Gary sighed in resignation. He was doomed.
Chapter Two
The washroom stall, at the restaurant Peter had taken Gary to for lunch, was much cleaner and roomier than the one in their office building, and Gary was having no trouble finding things to grab onto while he recklessly drilled Peter's ass. Everything was perfect, except for the fact he shouldn't be doing it.
His mind cringed, thinking about the events of the last few hours. This wasn't like him. Make no mistake; he was no stranger to casual sex, but never during working hours, never sober, and certainly never twice with the same guy.
Peter grunted and slammed his hands against the wall.
"Gary, slow down," Peter said, reaching back to calm Gary's hips; easing their ferocity. "I don't want to cum yet." He grinned and laughed softly. "I'm having way too much fun."
"We'll be late getting back."
"So—" Peter's body tightened and he gripped Gary's thigh, rather firmly. "Just stop… stop… for just… a second." Exhaling deeply, he collected his thoughts. "Aaron takes off all the time for extended lunches with his husband, Nathan?"
"That's different. He's the boss." Gary rocked his hips back and then hammered forward, sending a shock wave up Peter's spine.
"Fuck—" Peter dropped his head back and adjusted himself against the cold metal wall of the cubicle, wrapping his fingers securely over the upper edge of the frame. "Do that again… repeatedly."
Gary bit aggressively at the soft boyish curve of Peter's neck and set his stance. By the time he was finished with Peter, he was going to have to peel him off that fucking wall.
****
The books were a mess. The last year-end hadn't been closed properly, there were duplicate invoices with differing tax codes on them, and there were a whole series of cheques written out of sequence and left unreconciled in the bottom of a box.
Gary gripped at his hair and let his head hit the desk in exasperation as visions of government auditors danced in his head. A soft knock on his door snapped him back to reality.
"Did I catch you at a bad time?" Aaron asked. "I just wanted to stop by to welcome you, and see how you're settling in."
"I'll be fine once I lynch whoever was doing your books before."
Aaron laughed and cupped his hand to his face. "That would be my sister. I'll be sure to send her your regards."
Shaking his head in dismay, Gary stood up. "I'm sorry. It's a bit overwhelming. It's going to take me a few weeks to get a handle on things… and there are going to be serious penalties." He stopped to look up at Aaron.
God, that man had the most incredible eyes.
"I expected there would be. Just do your best, and make use of your staff. Please don't try to do everything yourself. I've already got Karla in accounts payable reviewing the bank reconciliations, starting from the beginning of last fiscal year. I kept finding random handwritten cheques kicking around." He grinned at Gary, trying to set him at ease. "Seriously freaked me out. Let me tell you."
"As long as they weren't made out to random people, we'll get them sorted."
Aaron slammed his hands together enthusiastically. "Just what I wanted to hear." He turned to go, but then spun back, tucking his hands into his pockets. "Could you do me a favour? I know it's your first day and everything, but I was supposed to give Peter a ride home tonight. I'd promised him I would, but Nathan has a special dinner planned for us, and I don't want to be late for it."
"Um… yeah. Sure. I could do that." God, please no… "But doesn't Peter have his own car?"
"No, he usually catches a ride home with his dad, but since Phil is out of town, I promised Peter I'd give him a lift."
"Wait… who's Peter's dad?"
"Phil Pollier. The firm's other partner." Aaron laughed softly at Gary's expression, and dropped his voice. "What? Did Peter not tell you who his father was before you fucked his brains out?"
"But how… how did you know about that?"
Aaron shifted forward and clapped Gary on the shoulder. "I didn't. But you just totally confirmed it. I wasn't even sure you were gay."
Christ. Gary sank back into his chair. Way to get fired on the very first day of work. Daniel was going to kill him. He'd moved them all the way across the fucking country to Vancouver for this job; pulling Daniel away from everyone he knew. As it was, getting used to a new city was going to be difficult for him, without adding a new disruption. Daniel was fragile enough already.
"Hey." Aaron snapped his fingers to get Gary's attention. "I said, don't sweat it. Everyone knows Peter's a bit of a whore, including his dad. Phil wouldn't give it a second thought if he found out. Hell, I've even fucked Peter a few times myself."
"So… you don't mind? You're not going to fire me?"
"Fire you. Fuck, no. Just keep your dealings with Peter on the down low. Most of the girls… and a few of the guys in the office here, don't know Peter's gay, and he likes it that way."
Gary swiped a hand across the back of his neck in relief. "Don't worry. It's not going to happen again anyways."
Aaron chuckled and tucked his arms across his chest. He shoulder checked to make sure no one was behind him. "I'm going to let you keep believing that, because I find it amusing, but I have to warn you… Peter is relentless once he's found a new toy. And that is all you are to him; a toy. Keep that in mind when you're fucking him."
"Jeez, Aaron." Apparently, they'd moved on from professionalism in the workplace to overt familiarity. "Peter's just a kid."
"Yeah… a hot, intelligent, charismatic and confident kid. Just be careful. You wouldn't be the first guy Peter has managed to jerk around at the end of a nipple ring."
"And you want me to drive him home tonight?"
"It'll be good for you." Aaron leaned in against the door frame on his way out of Gary's office; once again checking for passers-by. "You can practice that iron clad restraint of yours."
More like marshmallow clad. "Thanks a lot."
****
The drive didn't take very long. Peter only lived about twenty minutes outside of downtown in an eclectic apartment off West Fourth, but he refused to be seen on the city bus, and he was in the process of hitting his dad up for a new car; hence his needing a ride.
"Did you want to come up for a drink?" Peter asked as he unclipped his seatbelt and reached into Gary's lap, stroking Gary's already eager cock into compliance.
Gary's breath escaped in short shallow bursts. "Just one… and then I have to get home."
"Sure thing." Peter winked at Gary and pulled himself out of the car, pausing briefly to lean on the roof. "I can't wait to introduce you to my boyfriend. You're going to love him."
"You have a boyfriend?"
The sharp pain rocketing across Gary's chest, and the shortness of breath could've been perceived as a heart attack, if it hadn't been accompanied by a hammering pulse leaving his upper body headed straight for his dick, and an overwhelming vision of a sexual aura surrounding Peter's body as he followed him up to his apartment.
Gary scrubbed at his face.
What the fuck are you doing here?
Flinging his satchel onto a chair by the front door, Peter led Gary into the living room where a seriously tripped out 'emo twink' was sitting beneath a haze of marijuana smoke, strumming an acoustic guitar and singing to himself.
Hell no. This isn't happening.
Gary turned to leave, but Peter caught his arm, pulling him further into the room.
"This is my boyfriend, Justin. He's a musician." Peter reached for Justin's head and ruffled his hair affectionately. "Justin, this here is Gary, the new accountant at work."
Justin glanced up from beneath a mop of sleek black hair and heavy black eyeliner. "Hey, dude. What's up?"
Gary rubbed furiously at his temple.
What the fuck am I doing? I've lost my fucking mind.
"Did you miss me today?" Peter asked Justin as he unzipped his pants and let them fall to the floor.
Christ… no.
"Fuck, yeah," Justin replied, setting the guitar to one side and slipping down onto his knees at Peter's feet. His hand firmly stroked Peter's stiffening cock through his underwear, rubbing it tenderly, completely mesmerized as he ran his lips and tongue across the material, tasting and inhaling Peter's heady, intoxicating scent; a scent Gary knew all too well now.
A distinct shiver ran up Gary's spine as Justin released Peter's cock from its confines and unsheathed it, exposing the slick head, and pressed the silver ball riding his tongue around the ridge, sucking and sipping, and dipping the piercing into Peter's slit. Peter groaned emphatically, thrusting his hips upwards and clutching at Justin's shirt. He deliberately caught Gary's eyes, and held them.
Reaching back, Gary dropped into a chair to watch. Aaron had been right. He was so fucked.
****
The smell of Daniel's signature beef stew and homemade buns greeted Gary as he pushed in through the front door of their small apartment. He found a space for his briefcase amongst the empty moving boxes stacked near the front door and snuck into the kitchen to steal a bun before Daniel caught him.
"Gary, is that you?"
"Who else would it be?" Gary abandoned the bun he'd been attempting to abscond with and waded through another load of boxes on his way to the den. He peered around the corner and leaned against the door frame, soaking in the sound of Daniel's sewing machine whirring away. It was a welcome sound. It sounded like home, and it meant that Daniel was feeling content.
"Well, I see you managed to get this room set up at least," Gary said as he wandered over closer to where Daniel was furiously trying to finish up the last row of stitches on his latest creation.
"And the kitchen," Daniel mumbled through a plethora of pins now gracing his lips. Gary removed them, one by one, and stuck them into a pin cushion just out of Daniel's reach.
"One of these days you're going to choke on one of those damn things." Gary brushed an affectionate hand across the top of Daniel's head and pulled up a stool to sit and watch, just as the final knot was being tied into place.
Daniel threw his hands up and removed the article of clothing he'd been working on from the machine. "Done and done! How was your first day of work?"
"Hold on," Gary said as he stood up and motioned for Daniel to do the same. "Let's take a look at what you've been working on first."
"Do you like them?" Daniel turned so Gary could see all sides of the new pants he'd finished off earlier in the day.
"They look amazing on you." Gary reached forward and stroked his fingers down the sharp pleats. "I love the fabric."
"Well, you have good taste, because I spoke to that Bridgette woman again; from the boutique down the road. And she says if I make an assortment of sizes, she'll feature them in her front window."
"Oh… that's fantastic!" Gary grinned and pulled Daniel into his arms, fully enveloping his small frame. "I told you, you'd find buyers for your clothes right away."
Daniel laid a gentle hand on Gary's cheek. "It's certainly a relief. Now let's hear about your day. Were the books a disaster zone?" He motioned for Gary to follow him out into the kitchen, where he began fussing about, finding the bowls and cutlery for dinner.
"They're my worst nightmare and my masochistic puzzle fetish all rolled into one. I spent most of the day just working out a game plan for straightening up the whole mess."
"You'll do it."
"I sure the hell hope so."
While they'd been talking, Daniel had removed the beginnings of a salad from the fridge and was now dressing it.
"Any cute guys?" Daniel asked.
Gary exhaled through a laugh, shaking his head. "Yeah, there's this one guy, Peter. Totally hot. But it turns out he's Phil Pollier's son."
"No—" Daniel brushed a few specks of the parmesan cheese, he'd just grated, off his fingers. "Is he gay?"
"Ah… yeah, definitely. Peter hit on me first thing this morning in the men's room off the main lobby. I went in there to make sure I was presentable before I headed up to the office." Gary gasped out a laugh. "And ended up a complete mess."
Daniel leaned against the counter and tucked his arms across his stomach, smiling, intrigued. "Did you blow him?"
"Blew him this morning, fucked him at lunch, and just finished a three way with him and his boyfriend about half an hour ago."
"Aren't you just the busy boy?"
Smirking mischievously, Daniel stepped up into Gary's space and ran his hands down the front of Gary's shirt, tweaking at Gary's nipples through the fabric. "Does he have a nice cock, this Peter?"
"It's alright, I guess. A little thick and long, and lush and glossy for my liking." Gary grinned as Daniel snorted out a laugh.
"Did you eat his ass?"
"I may have—"
Stretching up onto his toes, Daniel steadied himself against Gary's shoulders and brushed his nose across Gary's lips, inhaling softly and sending warm tendrils of need deep into Gary's gut as Daniel's soft breath dusted across his chin.
"Mm… you did," Daniel said. "I can still smell him on you." He dropped back down onto his heels and smacked Gary's arm. "Go and get a shower… that's disgusting."
Gary stepped back roughly. "God dammit, Daniel. I hate when you wind me up and get me going like that."