Chapter 105
Scooter: gt ur ass bak hre. Nd u 4 a fw dys.
New text from Jeff: not far. Charleston. be home tomorrow.
Jeff hadn’t even asked why. Fuck, Andy was going to start crying or something. “Okay, then. Yeah. Let’s…” He took a couple of quick breaths. “I’ll look up air fares tonight.” He wrapped his arms around Scooter’s waist and squeezed. “Thank you.”
“Never been on a plane before,” Scooter mused. He put his arms around Andy, gently. “It’ll be okay, babe. I promise, I won’t let anything happen.” He kissed Andy’s hair. “Let’s finish getting closed up, yeah?”
“Yeah. Yeah, that’s…Yeah.” A sudden laugh bubbled up out of Andy’s throat. “Oh, God, you’ve never flown and I’m going to take us to La Guardia.” But he felt better, knowing Scooter would be with him. He let go, then took the hand Scooter offered to stand. “Maybe I’ll drag you sightseeing while we’re there. So you’ll finally know what it’s like to bethe tourist.”
“Yeah, okay,” Scooter said, a little hesitant. “We can do some of that, if you want. Maybe it’ll give me patience with some of th’ idjits we get around here sometimes.”
“Unlikely,” Andy said. “But it’ll give us an excuse not to hang around the house all the time, at least.” Andy tugged Scooter close and kissed him, soft and chaste. “Love you. So much.” He sighed, tucked the letter in his pocket, and shoved his hand through his hair. “You think Kat and Jason will believe we’ve been skiving off cleanup and close so I could blow you in here?”
“Pretty sure Kat’ll believe just about anything from you,” Scooter said, groaning into Andy’s neck. “The question is, will Jason believe I’d let you. Or you think Kat’ll open the door to prove it to him?”
“And then she’d probably kill us both,” Andy sighed. “Feed our bodies to the jellyfish.”
Scooter appeared to consider it. “Jellyfish get hungry, too,” he said, raising one eyebrow hopefully.
And, well, Andy had said it as something between a joke and an excuse not to have to talk to the others about the letter and its news yet, but if Scooter was actually going to let Andy blow him in his office, with Kat and Jason still in the restaurant, just on the other side of the door…
Well, that was an opportunity too good to pass up. Andy pushed Scooter back against the desk and slid to his knees, unfastening Scooter’s pants. “You going to be able to keep quiet for me?” he teased, looking up at Scooter through his eyelashes.
Scooter sucked in air and bit his lip. “Gonna try,” he promised. Quiet was not a thing either of them did very well.
Andy worked Scooter’s pants and underwear down, just enough to let him pull out Scooter’s cock, already half-hard. Andy had seen it hundreds of times now, but it never failed to make his mouth water. He licked up its length, a broad, slow stripe, then tipped his head to watch Scooter’s face as he took the head into his mouth to suckle gently, tracing each tiny fold of skin with his tongue.
Scooter’s fingers threaded into Andy’s hair. “God, baby, love the things you do,” he whispered. He chuckled, low and wicked. “Gotta marry you soon, before I get sued for sexually harassing my employees.”
“You keep saying that, and here we are, still not married,” Andy pointed out. “Mr. Stahl, are you just stringing me along so you can have your wicked way with me?” He punctuated that with another slow lick up Scooter’s now mostly-hard prick.
Scooter pretended to consider that, which would have been more impressive had he not also been clutching, white knuckled, at the desk behind him. “Depends. Do I get more, or less sex once I marry you?” He wobbled a bit, then let out a low moan.
“Shhhh,” Andy warned. He wrapped one hand around the base of Scooter’s cock and braced the other on Scooter’s hip, and sucked Scooter in, slow and steady, teasing at his own gag reflex and humming happily.
Scooter shivered. He shifted his balance, hooking one leg around Andy’s lower back, the muscle in his calf flexing. Breathless, wordless, he watched, staring down at Andy with wide, ocean-gray eyes as Andy took him in. Andy tongued at him, and Scooter twitched, breathing slow, so slow, then jerked his hips as Andy found a particularly wicked combination. “God.”
Andy chuckled a little at that, and sucked harder. Not for the first time he wished he could talk while doing this. He wanted to tell Scooter how good this was, how much he loved this, Scooter’s taste and scent overwhelming everything else. He wanted to tease Scooter with the reminder that the others were still nearby, could walk in on them at any moment. He settled for humming vibrations into Scooter’s skin, keeping his eyes on Scooter’s face so Scooter couldn’t look away.