"Dude... Jon."

I stopped, not knowing what to say I just stood and took a few steps away from him. Jon fixes his jeans before leaning forward, resting his hands on his knees and staring at me as I paced the floor.

"I just don't." I stopped once more at a loss for words.

Running a hand through my hair, I ignored the stray strands that fell out of place and across my face as I stared at a silent Jon who's expression was now blank. He reminded me so much of the tyrant, ass of a man I once hated and I exhaled as my body deflated in defeat.

"You're my boss-"

"That's a lame excuse."

"I'm not the settling down type of guy."

"And I'm not your typical gay who enjoys hopping from bed to bed."

"Why can't we just have sex like normal people and go from there?"

"Because I know that's all you want and we both know that's not who I am. I don't have random hookups with guys and never call them back." He stops and slips both hands in his pockets as he leans back in his chair. "We'd be good together. The sex..."

"That's all I want! I'm sorry for being so blunt but I don't want a relationship, I don't do relationships. I have sex with whomever I want to and then I forget about them. If it's good, I'd hit it again but that's a rarity."

"Then there's no reason for me to stay here any longer."

He gets to his feet and I want to groan at how stubborn and immature he's being. "Jon." I tried one last time and I breathe easy to see him stop at my front door. He still doesn't turn to face me but I didn't need him to.

"Spend the night with me."

"What difference does it make knowing I won't have a different answer in the morning but you'd have fucked the boss."

"Is that what you think? You think I want you as some sort of gloating tactic?"

"I don't know what you want. I don't even know if you know what you want but it certainly isn't me."

"Look at me."

When he still refused to turn I took a step closer, so close that with one sway forward I'd be pressed against him.

"Jon, look. At. Me."

Slowly he turned but he still managed to maintain that blank demeanor.

"Yes, I want to have sex with you. From the moment I met you I've wanted to fuck you. Even when you annoyed the shit outta me, I still wanted you... But not because I want to head back to the office and hold it over your head that I got a piece of my 'boss', I want you because you drive me up the walls with your commanding voice and demanding ways. You make me feel so fucking feminine and masculine at the same time and every time you walk past me and I get a whiff of your smell I just want to rip your clothes off and make you mine."

"So why not make me completely yours? What's the big deal?" Jon suddenly asks, looking down at me.

"It's mundane. We're not two straight people, we don't confess feelings and buy each other gifts and get married and shit. We're two grown men-"

"We're humans. Two people that need connection just like any other."

"I just can't think like that-"

"Good night Danny." He cuts in and this time he pulls the door open.

Rolling my eyes I shut the door again and even though every fibre in my body is telling me to just let him fuck off, I couldn't ignore that one percent that was telling me I'd be stupid to let him leave.

"Just spend the fucking night damnit! It's late and the road is dangerous." I lied.

"I'm a big boy."

"I'm asking you to stay. Why can't you just..."

I stop and we both stare at each other; him watching me, waiting for me to go on and me staring back as I've said all I needed to."

"I hate it when you look at me like that."

"What?"

Instead of answering me, Jon chooses to cover my lips with his and my only way of expressing how relieved I was that he caved was to kiss him with the same intensity.

"You're such a difficult man." I murmured as he lifts me up and takes me to the next door that thankfully for him, happens to be my bedroom.

"You knew that when you met me." He responds and I bite back my words as he kneels between my spread legs and slowly starts to take his clothes off.

This was the first time I'd actually see him naked and I smirked as my visions of him never let me down.

"Your turn." Jon says, breaking my stare session with his naked body.

Not missing a beat, I replaced my position with him pulling my jersey and slacks off in two quick pulls before allowing my boxers to follow suit. I was so hard I felt like I'd explode and the curiosity and surprise on Jon's face made me realize he'd never seen me naked before either.

"Take a picture, it'll last longer." I goof and wasn't surprised when he suddenly pulls me closer to him.

Our naked bodies were finally against each other and as I sat on top of him I took a moment to look into his hazel eyes before rumpling his curly hair. Slowly I rolled my hips on his to enjoy the feel of his hard length sliding against my own and I smirked as Jon laid back just to watch me move.

His hands sneak upwards to grab my ass and he guides my body at his pace as we never broke eye contact. This was all very intimate... Too intimate but if I rushed us he was sure to leave. Slipping off him I took his length within my awaiting mouth, loving the taste of his precum and quickly getting to work as he closes his eyes.

This is the second time tasting him and I kept getting impressed not only by his size but his reactions to me. I knew I was good in bed but the way he reacted made me want to please him over and over again.

"Stop." Jon suddenly says and I stare at him confused. "If you don't stop I'm gonna cum down your throat and I'd like to do that inside of you if you don't mind."

I chuckled as I heard that for the second time tonight. "Who says I'd ever let you fuck me?"

"I don't think you have a choice." Came his bold reply.

In a blink of an eye I was on my back and before I can protest my cock had disappeared within his mouth. It was so unexpected that I shut my eyes and groaned loudly at how wet and hot his mouth felt and I immediately held his head down to keep him in place.

Jon was clearly an expert at giving head and soon I was the one about to tell him stop when he does it on his own. Thinking he was going to continue, I was in for such a shock when I felt his tongue run the short length of my hole and as strange as it was it still felt heavenly.

I was so accustomed to being the top and giving all the pleasure to the bottom that I knew nothing of the feelings that could come from having this done to me and without thought I groaned his name.

Looking pleased at my outburst, Jon quickly gets to work rimming me and all I can do is stare up at the ceiling as my lower half is spread and being devoured by an obvious pro.

I hadn't the time nor the energy to wonder how two tops were gonna have sex when he had my ass, balls and cock at his command and without warning I felt his wet finger enter me moments before I was shooting down his throat.

"Fuck." I groaned as my eyes reopened.

Jon was suddenly sitting up and I thought there was a problem until I saw him answer his phone.

His expression quickly changes from bliss to pissed and he gets of the bed as a string of explicts flies from his mouth.

I didn't hear his phone ring and wondered if he waited until I was done to answer but all I wanted to do was laugh as a clearly hard Jon paces my room. The seriousness of his tone was the only thing that stopped me and made realize something was wrong at work.

"I'll be there in a second." He snaps and I sit up as he pulls his clothes off the floor.

"What's wrong?"

"My dad... He." Jon stops dressing as he stares at me, a frustrated look on his face. "I'll handle it."

Leaning forward he places a lingering kiss to my lips before pressing a soft one to my neck. "This isn't over." He says softly and all I can do is nod as he quickly pulls his jersey on and opens my door.