He’s the new guy at work. Pran Parakul, Pat remembers, the little dimples on his cheeks as he wai’d and smiled humbly when he introduced himself. His hair brushes over his eyebrows and his eyes flicker when he’s amused but trying to hide it, or when he’s being sarcastic but doesn’t want it to be easily seen. He’s quiet but not shy, making friends easily with the other people in their department, accepting lunches or drinks frequently but not all the time. The women in their department get a crush on him. The men do, too.<\/p>\n
Pat doesn’t, because he’s never liked men before, but he watches Pran as he talks so easily with their coworkers, like he wants to be everyone’s friend. He talks music with some, art with others, and even sometimes sports. He’s adept in literature and architecture and one time, Pat overhears a coworker going, “You should come back to karaoke with us again, you have such a nice voice!” Pran laughs and ducks his head like he’s flattered, cheeks and ears going red. Pat can’t stop staring even when Pran turns the corner.<\/p>\n
The first time Pran mentions one of his hookups, it’s during a company dinner when Pran glances at his phone a few too many times and someone asks, “What do you keep checking for, Pran?”<\/p>\n
Pran says, “Oh, nothing,” but his ears go pink.<\/p>\n
Another coworker giggles and nudges him. “Are you sure about that? Or do you have a secret lover?”<\/p>\n
Pat’s chest burns at these words. Pran says, slightly tipsy, and with a smirk, “None of my lovers are secrets.”<\/p>\n
“Oooohhhh,” the table at large goes, while Pat takes a hearty gulp of his own drink.<\/p>\n
“So you’re waiting for a message from one<\/em> of your lovers?” someone asks.<\/p>\n Pran shrugs and leans back in thought. “I don’t know if I would call them lovers.”<\/p>\n “Oh, so Mr. Parakul is a player,” says another coworker.<\/p>\n “As he should,” says their boss, who’s sitting next to Pran. He slaps him on the back and Pran accepts it with an amused grunt. Pat wants to see how red and pretty Pran’s back is from the hit. “He’s young, he deserves to be!”<\/p>\n “So you’ve got plans tonight, Pran?” asks someone.<\/p>\n Pran smiles at her. “If I’m lucky.”<\/p>\n It doesn’t stop there\u2014shortly afterward, a few days later, the girl at the cubicle next to Pat leans over and whispers, “Did you hear that Pran’s gay?”<\/p>\n Pat tries not to spill coffee all over himself. He sets it down at his desk. “What?”<\/p>\n “Yeah, apparently someone in the office saw him on Grindr and they hooked up.” She grins. “They’re obviously not allowed to talk about it on the clock, but.”<\/p>\n But\u2014But what<\/em>, Pat wonders furiously, turning back to his computer. So what if Pran’s gay? So what if Pran just hooks up with anyone, any guy that he sees on Grindr, even if it ends up being his coworker? It’s not any of Pat’s business how many cocks Pran has sucked. Has seen. How many men have seen Pran naked, flushed and pretty, his wet pink mouth around their cock, twisting, whimpering, biting his bottom lip\u2014<\/p>\n Pat crushes his coffee cup in his hand, then goes to the bathroom to clean the burn marks and stains.<\/p>\n It’s not any of Pat’s business who Pran likes, who he sleeps with, even though it’s all he can think about. And the way Pran treats him isn’t making him any saner\u2014Pran says hi to him when they pass each other in the hallway, even though Pat’s barely talked to him once; Pran getting him an extra coffee one morning exactly to his order, even though Pat already has his own cup and has never told Pran how he likes it; Pran’s eyes dropping down Pat’s body every so often, like he’s checking him out. Pat is three centimeters taller than Pran but the way Pran looks at him makes him feel like it’s twenty.<\/p>\n And then he starts touching Pat. Nothing weird or anything that\u2014that makes Pat uncomfortable, really. But Pat can tell the difference. Brushing against him when he needs to grab something from the office kitchen. Squeezing between Pat and one of their coworkers Pat’s talking to, Pran’s back to Pat’s chest. Bending down when he drops a pen, and on his way back up his fingers skate over Pat’s thigh. Little things that seem innocuous, that if Pat told anyone else they’d tell him he’s crazy for thinking it means anything. But Pat knows. Pat can tell.<\/p>\n And it’s not like he\u2014he wants Pran. But god, it’s been ages since he’s gotten laid, and when he jerks off at night, bored, horny, lonely, what else is he supposed to think about? All that comes to mind is the way Pran looked at him from the ground when he was picking up his pen, the press of his ass against Pat’s crotch, the fingers dancing over Pat’s skin like he’s burning him, like Pat can feel him all over. Pran’s scent, sweet like mangos from his cologne, mixed with something earthy and masculine that’s just Pran. Pat has never liked men before but Pran is pushing it\u2014Pran is making<\/em> Pat want him. He comes with an angry grunt and a shudder, annoyed with Pran, annoyed with himself.<\/p>\n Pran will pay, he decides, right before falling asleep.<\/p>\n +<\/p>\n Pat doesn’t know Pran’s exact schedule, but he’s watched him enough to know that Pran is a creature of habit, and he rarely breaks it. He always arrives to work at seven o’clock on the dot, shirt tucked into his pants; he leaves for a coffee break at nine, stretches and walks around the office at ten thirty. He leaves for lunch at eleven forty-five and returns at twelve twenty-five, and takes another afternoon break downstairs at two before leaving at three thirty. Occasionally, of course, they have meetings, or he gets lunch with friends, or one of his breaks runs a little long because he was busy talking to someone. Flirting, Pat seethes, seeing Pran talking and laughing with a guy at nine sixteen, when he usually goes back to his desk at nine fifteen.<\/p>\n On his way over, Pran brightens up when he passes Pat’s cubicle. “Good morning,” he says.<\/p>\n Pat mumbles, “Hi,” without looking up from his computer.<\/p>\n It’s right before Pran’s afternoon break when Pat decides he’s had enough, enough of pretending Pran’s eyes aren’t flickering to him every time he enters the office, enough of Pran sitting next to him during their meeting and wriggling his knees so they brush up against Pat’s and reaching over Pat’s chest to grab a pen a little further up the table, the heat of his stomach and thighs and arm pressing up against Pat. Pat goes to the elevator with him at two o’clock, nonchalantly, shoving his hands into his pockets as they silently wait for the bell to ring (pretending he doesn’t notice Pran glancing at him several times in the last two minutes) and then step in together.<\/p>\n Then Pat goes to press the emergency stop button, bringing the elevator to a halt before it can even move. He turns around to Pran, who’s gone wide-eyed suddenly, like a wild animal, trapped in this narrow reflective space with Pat.<\/p>\n “Pat? What is\u2014” Pran balks as Pat steps close to him. “What did you do? What’s going on?”<\/p>\n “Why are you acting like you don’t know?” Pat asks, cocking his head to the side. He takes another step forward. Pran takes a step back. “What’s the matter? Are you nervous being alone with me now?”<\/p>\n “Well, yes,” says Pran, as Pat gets closer and closer. “We’re stuck in an elevator together.”<\/p>\n “Don’t say that like you don’t want it.” Pat backs Pran up all the way against the reflective surface of the wall, pinning him against it with his hand and body. He inhales deeply, his cock twitching at Pran’s sharp strong scent. “I bet you’ve thought of this, haven’t you?”<\/p>\n “I\u2014What?”<\/p>\n “Oh, please, you were so bold earlier. During the meeting?” Pat says pointedly, raising his eyebrows. He’s got a hand on one side of Pran, preventing him from slipping away from him. “All up on me, finding excuses to touch me. What’s the matter now? Lose that confidence when we’re alone?”<\/p>\n “I\u2014I don’t know what you’re talking about,” says Pran, but the deep blush in his cheeks gives him away. The way he looks at Pat, not with fear, but big through his eyelashes like he’s trying to seduce Pat. It makes Pat crazy<\/em>.<\/p>\n “You’ve hooked up with so many guys, haven’t you,” Pat says, dropping his voice low. “You’ve even slept with one of our coworkers. Is that what you like to do, hm? Just have sex with guys from an app? Hungry for cock so much that you’ll take anyone’s?”<\/p>\n Pran tries to squirm away from the other side, but Pat blocks him. “Why are you running away? There’s nowhere for you to go.” He lets out a small laugh. “You’re so fucking easy, Pran. And it’s just you and me now. Don’t you think it’s a great time for you to do whatever you want to do to me? Go on. Show me what you think about.”<\/p>\n Pran glares at him. “I don’t think of you,” he says, shoving at Pat’s chest. “Move.”<\/p>\n Pat doesn’t move. “Are you sure about that?” he asks. “You sure you haven’t had any fantasies of me? Haven’t thought about what it would be like to get your hands all over me? Haven’t thought about sucking my dick?”<\/p>\n “Don’t get too full of yourself,” Pran snarls, pushing at him again.<\/p>\n Pat lets him go this time, watching as Pran makes his way to the other side of the elevator. But the mirrored walls don’t hide anything\u2014and that is definitely a very prominent bulge in Pran’s pants. Pat narrows his eyes.<\/p>\n Then he’s pulling Pran back by the collar of his shirt and shoving him to the ground, meeting the tiled floors with a soft clunk. “What the hell, Pat,” Pran tries to protest, but Pat uses his foot to push Pran’s legs apart, his thighs, and presses down between them, right on Pran’s erection.<\/p>\n A soft gasp escapes from Pran’s lips, and Pat grins down at him, all teeth. “Who are you trying to fool, Parakul,” he says softly, dangerously. “Look at you. You’re already hard. You’re already so desperate for it.”<\/p>\n Pran doesn’t answer. Instead, Pat feels him get harder against his foot, and Pat’s smirk widens. “You like this, don’t you?” he says, and presses down more, watching the way Pran’s eyes flutter shut for a brief moment. “Like that I have you here alone with me? Maybe you like being on the ground.” He grabs Pran by the hair and pulls him to his knees. Level with Pat’s dick, which is already half-hard in his pants. Pran deserves it, he thinks, seeing the way Pran’s eyes flicker nervously to his crotch then back. But there’s something hungry and challenging in his gaze too.<\/p>\n “So do you,” Pran tries to retort.<\/p>\n “But between us, who’s the cockslut, hmm?” With a hand still in Pran’s hair, Pat pushes Pran’s face against his crotch. If Pran wanted to, he could fight, pull away. But he doesn’t. “Who’s the one who lets people talk about how many men he’s slept with from Grindr? Who’s sucked so<\/em> much dick it’s like it’s all his mouth was made for?”<\/p>\n He feels Pran swallow, a buck of his head, not trying to twist out of Pat’s grasp, but like he’s adjusting, making himself comfortable there. Right with his face against Pat’s cock, at Pat’s mercy, under Pat’s control.<\/p>\n “Go on,” Pat commands quietly, tugging at Pran’s hair again. “Unzip my pants. Show me what you learned to do with your slutty little mouth when you swallowed down all those other cocks.”<\/p>\n The grip he has on Pran’s hair is tight, forcefully tugging at his scalp. Pran leans in and nuzzles Pat’s cock through his pants, a brush, a tease, like he’s enjoying this, the scent and being trapped against Pat’s body. “Pran, fuck,” Pat murmurs, but then Pran starts mouthing at his cock, getting the crotch of his pants all wet and Pat can’t find it in himself to say anything else. Pran looks up at him, eyes big and dark, cheeks flushed, mouth hanging half-open as his pink lips brush against Pat’s black trousers. The look in his eyes is expectant, like he’s gauging Pat’s reactions.<\/p>\n Pat uses the hand he has in Pran’s hair to see him better. He feels his dick fattening up, just from Pran’s face. “You look so hungry for it,” Pat says to him, moving Pran’s head. Pran goes along with it, not even fighting. “Did you know? Like you can’t get enough of it. Like you don’t want anything else in the world. Just my cock.”<\/p>\n Pran doesn’t answer. Instead, he licks his lips a little, the pink of his tongue sticking out before using his teeth to slide down the zipper on Pat’s pants. He shoves Pat’s underwear down his thighs too quickly, like he’s eager for Pat’s cock, can’t wait any longer. The blink and flash in his eyes when he sees Pat’s big, dark cock, leaking and millimeters away from Pran’s face, makes Pat feel smug and hot in his belly and chest.<\/p>\n Pran draws Pat’s cock into his mouth desperately, taking in the head, wet and oh so hot<\/em> between his lips. He works Pat’s cock further down into his mouth, talented, practiced, and it makes Pat burn to think of all the cocks he’s sucked before, how good and thorough Pran is. But there’s an impatience to it as well, a hunger like he can’t wait to get Pat’s cock down his throat, swallowing most of his length after a few tries, breathing heavily through his nose.<\/p>\n “Look at you,” Pat says, jerking Pran’s head to the side by the hair so he can see his reflection in the elevator’s mirrored walls. Pran’s face is flushed, Pat’s cock making a visible bulge in his mouth, his cheeks hollowed and his pupils blown. “Look how hungry you are for this.” He pulls Pran’s hair again and Pran moans around his cock, drool slipping out, meeting Pat’s eyes with defiance and desperation all at once.<\/p>\n But then Pat shoves his dick down Pran’s throat, big and sudden and whole. He hears Pran try not to gag at the back of his throat, but he moans too, vibrations going all over Pat’s cock and Pat shudders, hips twitching. Pran really is a sight to behold, eyes slightly damp, cheeks pink and pretty, mouth so full like this, of Pat’s cock. He starts to suck, but Pat jerks him by the hair, getting him to stop, getting Pran to loosen his mouth and look at Pat expectantly.<\/p>\n Pat smiles down at him. “None of that,” he says. “How about I fuck your face instead?”<\/p>\n Pran says nothing, but his eyes darken as if saying, I dare you<\/em>.<\/p>\n With both hands, Pat fists his hands into Pran’s hair and holds him as he draws his hips back\u2014then thrusts back in, back into Pran’s mouth, deep down his throat. And again and again, using Pran’s pretty little mouth, nothing but a wet, hungry hole for Pat to fuck into, his cock hitting the back of Pran’s throat. Pran takes it, not fighting; he even suckles a little, moves forward with the motions, like he likes this, like he’s greedy for it. “Oh, fuck, Pran, you feel so good,” Pat moans, throwing his head back as his cock gets lost in the tight velvet heat of Pran’s mouth. He wants to fill up Pran so much, make him forget about everyone else, everything else, make sure there’s nothing else in Pran’s mind and body except for Pat everywhere, now and yesterday and tomorrow.<\/p>\n He could come\u2014the thought of spilling down Pran’s throat is very<\/em> appealing. But it’s not enough, not when the only part of Pran that Pat’s touching is his hair and mouth, not when there’s so much else of Pran’s body that he hasn’t touched before. So with some reluctance he pulls Pran’s mouth away, letting his cock slip out with a dirty noise in the elevator. And Pran actually whines at this, like he doesn’t like it, like he wants more. A line of spit hangs between his mouth and Pat’s dick. Pat wipes it off, and the drool all around Pran’s lips.<\/p>\n “Come here,” he says, and pulls Pran up by the hips, turns him around so that his back is against Pat’s chest, face pressed into the mirrored wall. “You want this?” Pat asks in Pran’s ear as he reaches around to undo Pran’s trousers, letting the back of his hand brush against Pran’s rock hard cock in his underwear. Pat presses his bare cock along the crack of Pran’s ass, through the cloth. “You want me to fuck you?”<\/p>\n Pran says nothing for a second\u2014then he’s babbling, “Yes, yes, god, Pat, please<\/em>,” and Pat slips down his underwear and traces his fingers down over Pran’s hole, and\u2014<\/p>\n There’s something in there. Lodged tightly in Pran’s hole, between his cheeks, is a plug. Pat had not been expecting it but fuck\u2014was he wearing that all day? When they were waiting for the elevator? In the elevator, when Pat kept taunting him and Pran kept denying him? During the meeting, during work, when he said hi to Pat this morning with this plug shifting inside him, making him loose, keeping him wet, easy to slip into.<\/p>\n Pat groans as he thumbs over the plastic end, feeling where it fills up Pran and his rim desperately flexing against it. “My god, Pran,” he says, and Pran whimpers and thrusts his ass back on his fingers. “You kept this in here for me? Got yourself ready for me to fuck you deep and real good? Were you thinking about this all day? Were you waiting for me to get you alone and find you like this?”<\/p>\n “Pat,” Pran begs. His breath is making spots of condensation along the walls. “Please.”<\/p>\n “Please what?” Pat asks. “You want me to leave it in? Take it out? Fuck you with it? Fuck you with my cock?”<\/p>\n Pran exhales audibly. He’s shaking, bucking up against Pat’s other hand every time he strokes his bare ass, palming the round plush of his cheeks. “Anything,” Pran whispers.<\/p>\n Pat does the kind thing and slips the plug out, relishing in the sound of Pran moaning as it falls out of him. Pran whines at the discomfort, at the inevitable feeling of emptiness\u2014but Pat will solve that quickly. The plug is small in comparison to the size of his cock. Still, he can’t help but tease Pran a little longer, spreading his cheeks to watch the way Pran’s hole gapes and winks, hungry like it’s waiting for something to fill it. Two of Pat’s fingers slip in easily, and he presses his chest to Pran’s back as he fingers him, sees how deep he can reach inside him with only his index finger and middle finger.<\/p>\n “Look how wet you are inside for me already,” Pat says, twisting his fingers, letting his knuckles stretch Pran wide. “Your hole is as wet as a pussy. Are you sure this is all lube?”<\/p>\n “Pat,” Pran gasps as Pat thrusts his fingers in and out, over and over again, the squelch loud and surely embarrassing\u2014for Pran\u2014in the elevator. As Pat continues to finger him, Pat protests, “Not\u2014not that,” wriggling against him, not away. Just to be annoying.<\/p>\n Pat slaps one of his ass cheeks, hearing how it echoes, and Pran immediately stops moving. His face is flushed scarlet. Pat looks down at the red that’s blooming on Pran’s ass from his hit, pinches where he slapped, watching the skin turn white, and Pran cries out, mouth open, fogging up the mirror.<\/p>\n “You want my cock so bad, huh?” says Pat. “You’d beg for it, wouldn’t you? You want it that much?”<\/p>\n “Yes, yes, yes, yes,” Pran pleads desperately, grinding down on Pat’s fingers like it’s his cock that he wants so much, trying to fuck himself on them. “Yes, I want your cock Pat, I want it inside me so bad, I can’t stop thinking about it, please<\/em>\u2014”<\/p>\n That’s convincing enough. Pat eases his fingers out and then takes a hold of his cock, sliding it into Pran in a single motion.<\/p>\n Pran tenses up, somehow going tight around Pat even though he’s already so loose from the plug. “Fuck, you feel so good,” Pat groans, and then grabs a hold of Pran’s hips, and starts fucking him against his reflection on the elevator walls.<\/p>\n Pran whimpers as he takes it, as Pat roams his hands all over Pran’s body, under his shirt, the small of his back, the softness of his stomach, his nipples. He pinches them and Pran bucks against him, cries out, sensitive. It’s like he’s a live wire, like every touch brings him to the edge, like every moment with Pat’s hands on him makes him wetter and wetter, even though it’s just lube, even though Pat is intentionally neglecting Pran’s dick. “Is this what you wanted?” Pat asks as he fucks into Pran with each unapologetic thrust. “Is this everything you’ve ever dreamed of?”<\/p>\n “Fuck,” says Pran, and moans when Pat’s dick hits inside him at an angle. “I\u2014I didn’t think\u2014”<\/p>\n Pat braces himself on Pran’s hips, leans in close over his shoulder, against Pran’s ear. “Yeah?” he breathes.<\/p>\n “I didn’t think you’d be so annoying,” Pran gets out.<\/p>\n Pat growls and starts fucking him harder, so hard, so deep that Pran squeals with each motion, like the sounds are getting punched out of him. “Oh yeah?” Pat says, getting his hand back in Pran’s hair, twisting it in his fingers so he can easily yank his head up, make Pran look at his own reflection. “Look how greedy you look, taking my cock. You’re the one who seduced me. Look how much you enjoy it.”<\/p>\n And Pran’s reflection\u2014Pat can see it from here too, Pran’s red bitten lips open like he can’t close them, tongue hanging out, the blossomed blush on his cheeks, his blown pupils and the wet around them, from the pain, from the pleasure. Pran doesn’t say anything else, can’t<\/em> say anything else as Pat fucks him, unbidden, his fingers going from Pran’s hair to his lips, past his teeth, fastening around the side of his mouth.<\/p>\n Pat could fuck Pran forever, the slap of his balls against Pran’s ass, the hand on his stomach sliding down to Pran’s dick. It only takes the briefest of touches for Pran to come with a cry, splattering all over his shirt and the wall, pushing down on Pat’s cock like he wants more of it inside him as he comes. His hole spasms around Pat’s cock, squeezing him like he’s trying to milk him as he shakes, coming down from his orgasm. He’s still shuddering when Pat moves his hand from Pran’s mouth to his neck, holding onto him, not caring if he chokes Pran as he drives in deeper, chasing his own orgasm.<\/p>\n Pran’s still trembling in his arms like something frail as he lets Pat fuck him like he’s nothing, and that’s what tips Pat over the edge, that Pran doesn’t care, that he takes it, that he likes it. Pat shoves his cock all the way inside and comes, burying his face into Pran’s neck, biting into Pran’s shoulder through the white cloth of his shirt to muffle his groans. He fills Pran all the way up, coming so hard that his own thighs shake, losing control of his hips as they twitch, still following the fucking motion like he can stuff Pran with so much of his cum that it’ll come out the other end. Pran is so full of him that some of Pat’s cum leaks down around his cock and like it can’t help it, like there’s nowhere else inside of Pran for it to go. Pran shudders and shudders and Pat releases his neck, turns Pran’s face towards him, kisses him sweetly as they pant into each other’s mouths. Pran kisses him back and slides his tongue into Pat’s mouth hungrily, like he’s aching, pleading for more.<\/p>\n +<\/p>\n “We need to throw these out,” Pran says on their way back to his dorm, picking at his once-nice button-up.<\/p>\n Pat pouts. “Do we need to throw yours out? I can keep it.” He grins. “I can find more uses for it.”<\/p>\n Pran whacks him in the shoulder. “Freak,” he says, and ignores the way Pat goes, “ow,” and rubs at his arm. “We practically dirtied the elevator as it is.”<\/p>\n “I mean, not really,” says Pat. “You already cleaned it with those hand wipes you packed.”<\/p>\n “Yeah, but still<\/em>.” Pran doesn’t have to look at Pat for Pat to know he’s blushing. “That was my come<\/em> on the elevator.”<\/p>\n “And now it’s my favorite elevator.”<\/p>\n “I should have expected this,” Pran says as he takes out his keys to open the door to his dorm. “How else did I think roleplaying was going to turn out?”<\/p>\n “I don’t know, did you have other expectations other than that it would be hot and exciting?” says Pat, following him.<\/p>\n Pran gives him a look. “What is hot and exciting about staying up to two a.m. to do this?”<\/p>\n “You’re the one who said we should fuck in an elevator!”<\/p>\n “Well, I meant like.” Pran chews on his lips and then stops. 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