Warning: This chapter has graphic sex in it. If you're under 18, please remember that this was written for adult audiences, and to only read if you're ready for that. Also, please remember that while I try to make my sex scenes realistic and safe as well as smoking hot, some authors don't - always use protection unless it is not necessary and you have discussed that (e.g. Angelo and Tom, monogamous, no pregnancy risk), always have consent talks, and always make sure everyone involved is having a great time.
Love, Cam.
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Hot Chocolate
Angelo and I didn't leave the restaurant until ten, having laughed and talked our way through the evening. He walked me to the tube, but we knew we would shortly separate, as our places were in different directions.
At the station, I said, "I'm going to kiss you now. Just so I don't spook you."
He laughed and said, "Tom, I have had one million glasses of wine. I'm pretty sure a meteor wouldn't spook me now."
I put my hands on either side of his open coat, and pulled him down into a slight lean so I could kiss him without standing on my tiptoes. He smelled of wine and the cologne he wore, and it smelled incredible. I pressed my lips to his, and he sighed contentedly as we kissed. His hand wound around the back of my neck, and I felt the brush of his goatee against my face. Damn, he was a good kisser.
"Tom," he murmured, pulling away from me, but I greedily pulled him back in and kissed him harder. He laughed around the kiss and sternly pushed me one step away. "Tom, I am putting you on your train, and then I am getting on mine, and we are going to refrain from fucking up against the wall."
All arguments flew out of my brain as I heard Angelo, my refined, shy boss, talk about fucking me. I blushed like I was a virgin bride, and I watched his eyebrow raise slightly at my face.
"If you say that again, then we absolutely will be fucking up against the wall," I told him, swallowing hard.
Angelo's grin took on a devilish look, and he said, "Then I shall refrain. For now."
He walked me to the platform and I got on the tube a moment later, smiling dreamily. I was slightly tipsy, and very full of food, but mostly just full of happiness and romance. My phone buzzed, and I checked it to see a message from Jasper.
Private Chat: Jasper and Tom
Jazz: okay pls don't kill Ross but Ross told me you're on a date tonight
Jazz: and that you've gone to an italy-theme wine tasting
Jazz: so honestly this is your own fault cause my god is that the most obvious guess in the world
Jazz: I'M SO EXCITED FOR YOU
Jazz: AAAAAAAAAAA
I snorted and replied.
tomtom: it was a good date
tomtom: absolutely zero details of it are going to you though
Jazz: was???? as in, not still going on???? not banging???????
tomtom: yes, I'm on my tube home, full of cheese and wine and feeling very sappy
Jazz: oooooooooo
Jazz: adorable
tomtom: i'm v happy
Jazz: good you deserve to be happy
Jazz: please tell me how big his dick is tho i bet it's HUGE i mean just LOOK at his hands
I snorted again and closed the chat.
*****
The following morning, I expected pure hell. However, Misa had managed to beat me to the dramatic punch. I walked into the office to find her sat there, wig-free, with a cute yellow scarf tied around her head, and huge rose gold hoop earrings.
"Whoa, Misa!" I was surprised and elated by the look. "You look amazing!"
Misa self-consciously touched the scarf and smiled. "Thanks, Tom. I mentioned it to Edward and then half an hour later he barrelled through my door and gave me like fifty scarves and earrings. I don't even know where he got them from."
"Anyone else here?" I asked, knowing full well that Edward probably already had those fifty scarves and earrings in his own collection.
"No, just us," she smiled. "Well, Angelo too. He looked very happy this morning." She wiggled her tattooed eyebrows at me.
I shook my head at her and said, "We had a very, very nice date. But not the sort you're implying, so get your mind out of the gutter."
Angelo's voice called out from his office. "Thank you! I told you, Misa!"
"Yeah, yeah, a girl can dream," she teased, and then looked nervously over my shoulder as Barbie and Chris practically sprinted into the office.
Chris tried to trip Barbie, but only managed to stumble slightly himself, giving her the advantage as she powered towards me, her eyes fixed firmly on me as the end point. Chris reached out for her coat to drag her down, but she sharply evaded him. She sped to a halt in front of me, staring at me intensely. To say I was scared would have been a dramatic understatement.
Barbie blurted out, "Knock, knock!"
"Who's there?" I asked cautiously.
"Me, I'm knocking on the door because I don't want to inadvertently walk in on you and Angelo banging in his office - HA I WIN!" Barbie fist-pumped the air as Chris groaned, admitting defeat in one gesture.
I waited until they had both sat down, out of breath, and said, "You know, I'm not sure that joke was worth sprinting into the office."
Barbie looked at me very seriously and said, "It was worth it."
"How was your date, then?" Chris said, slumping down in his chair. "Seeing as it cost me my fucking dignity."
I went to say it was good, but Angelo then exited his office and my words caught in my throat. His shirt sleeves were rolled up to his elbows and the top couple of buttons were undone. Damn, he looked good. Did he look better today because he was doing something different, or was it because I now knew what it felt like to kiss him?
Chris snorted. "Okay, well that's that question answered."
I heard the lift ping, and Ian strolled around the corner. He took in the sight of Barbie, out of breath and victorious, then turned to see Chris, out of breath and defeated. I saw him open his mouth to ask Misa what was going on, but then took in her bald head and scarf and clearly lost his train of thought. Ian looked at Angelo, who was blushing slightly, and then turned to me and said, "Did something happen that I'm unaware of?"
"Yes," I replied.
Angelo looked around the office and fixed Misa, Ian, Barbie, and Chris each with a stern look. "I understand that your first instinct is to mock me relentlessly, and that I can accept. But there will be no buried feelings here - if any of you think this is inappropriate, or unprofessional of either myself or Tom, please do tell us now. We can address it and come to a solution."
Misa, Barbie and Chris were all deadly silent. Ian, however, said, "I've definitely missed something. What did you two do that's inappropriate?"
"Angelo and Tom went on a date," Barbie supplied helpfully.
"OH," Ian said, and then enthusiastically gave Angelo a thumbs-up. "Well done! You did a date! Gold star for you, finally getting out there, and with such a pretty young thing, too."
"Thank you," I said, in response to being described as a pretty young thing.
"Why would we think it was inappropriate, anyway?" Ian asked. "It's not like either of you are unprofessional, I know you'll figure it out if it doesn't work out, and let's face it, we work with Chris. We are used to people being unprofessional."
"That's not fair, Chris is professional!" Misa argued quickly.
Chris raised his head slightly. "Thank you, Misa, but you are absolutely wrong. I'm a nightmare."
Angelo held up his hand to silence the oncoming argument. "Before we delve into how much of a nightmare Chris is or isn't, can we please settle this subject? If anyone has any issue to raise, please can you do so now?"
Barbie folded her arms across her chest and looked at us both analytically. "Are you dating, as in you're in a relationship, or are you dating, as in you'll see where it's going?"
Angelo sighed. "We agreed on our boundaries. I was very clear with what I want, and so was he. I don't intend on seeing anyone else."
I piped up with, "I intend on calling him my boyfriend in due course, I'm just waiting for it to become socially acceptable."
Angelo, taken-aback, blushed and stared directly at me, and then broke into a smile. "Well, that settles that, then."
"Will you be exhibiting PDA around the communal spaces?" Barbie continued with her questions.
"No," Angelo and I both said in unison.
"And do you have a plan for if it goes south?" she asked.
We exchanged a look, and Angelo nodded. I said, "We talked about it last night. If the relationship does not work out, then I'll look for another job. At the end of the day, this is Angelo's foundation, and therefore the risk is mine to take. And I'm taking it."
Barbie eyed me. "You'll sign something if I draw it up, to say that for legal purposes?"
I nodded. "I will."
"Okay then," Barbie shrugged. "I have no complaints about this relationship."
"Me neither," Ian seconded. "In fact, I'm wildly happy about it."
"Also good," Misa smiled happily, and then looked at Chris who was being oddly quiet. "Chris?"
"Hm?" Chris looked over, and realised we were waiting on his answer. "I literally could not care less about the appropriateness of you two banging it out."
Angelo blushed furiously at the notion, and said, "Well, then good. Now, get back to work, and Tom, can I see you in my office, please?"
I hastily got up and rushed for his office, ignoring the wolf-whistle Misa gave us. Angelo followed me in, and I shut the door just as Chris said, "Misa, what the fuck is going on with your scalp? It looks pissed."
I closed the door and sighed. "Well, that didn't go so bad-mmph!"
My words were cut off as I turned around and Angelo pushed me up against the door, kissing me hard. Gone were the delicate, romantic kisses of last night; this was furious and hungry and I was already weak in the knees. His hands wove through my hair and pulled at it and I felt a small moan escape my throat at the bite of pain.
I wrestled free and managed to gasp, "Not that I'm complaining, but if you keep doing that, you're gonna have to give me a few minutes before I leave the office."
Angelo chuckled and pulled at the hem of my shirt, lifting it slightly so he could get his hands on my skin. I shivered at the trail of his fingertips on my hips and pulled him back in to kiss me again. The door was the only thing really holding me up, and Angelo clearly saw that, because he grabbed me and picked me up. I nearly had a heart attack; the guy could toss me around like a ragdoll and never before had that turned me on so much.
He put me down on the desk carefully and kissed me, sliding between my legs to reach me. I sighed happily, tucking my legs around his waist and letting my hands explore him. I loved how broad his shoulders were, how strong he felt holding me. I wondered, though, if he didn't mind letting go of that strength every so often. I loved topping people that were stronger than me.
I pushed him back slightly, and teased, "This, right here, is absolutely not appropriate for the workplace. Barbie will reprimand you."
"You said you would call me your boyfriend," Angelo murmured, pushing forward again and kissing my neck.
"Oh, that does it for you, does it?" I grinned, and pulled on his hair slightly. The low noise in Angelo's throat was rewarding as hell, and I had to close my eyes for a moment to try and gain some restraint. "We have to wait."
"Don't want to," Angelo muttered, and bit down on my neck.
I tightened my grip on his hair, and pulled his mouth away from my neck with all the reluctance in the world. "You have to be patient," I told him firmly. "Because one of us has to be sensible here, and for once I think it has to be me."
Angelo sighed, but relented, stepping away from me. "You're right, I just struggle to keep my hands to myself, it would seem."
"You and me both," I stretched out, trying to compose myself and will my dick out of existence for a few hours. "Trust me, this is taking every fibre of my being."
Angelo pouted, and I nearly keeled over at the sight. He was goddamn adorable, and he was absolutely going to kill me. I managed to resist the urge to give into all my baser instincts, and said, "Tonight. Are you free? Raven is, hilariously, out on a date. I would offer to cook, but honestly right now all I can think of is getting takeout and doing a lot of this."
Smiling, Angelo said, "Yes, I'm free tonight. For you, I'm free any night."
*****
Group Chat: my family and other animals
Members: Ross, Raven, Harper, Edward, Jenny, Lucie, Tom, Jasper, Cyri, Rory
Jazz: oi
Jazz: losers
Jazz: don't forget
Jazz: party a week saturday
Jazz: none of you can get out of this.
tomtom: don't worry, no one has forgotten about your work event, okay? We will all be there, although I question your decision to invite any of us to a WORK EVENT
Harper: hey, I am an asset
tomtom: I didn't mean you, I meant the gayest man in the room
saffie<3: my ears are burning...
saffie<3: I'm coming to the partyyyyyyy
saffie<3: in classy evening-drag
saffie<3: classy with a touch of whore
saffie<3: it's mostly whore
I sighed loudly, and Angelo looked up. We were walking from the tube stop back to mine. "Are you alright?"
"Yes," I laughed. "I'm just working out whether or not I can control Edward for an entire evening. Joss is throwing a work party, and for some insane reason they invited me, my mothers, and all our friends."
Angelo nodded. "Yes, I received the invite. It was nice of them to invite me."
I froze. Angelo walked a few more steps before realising, and he turned back to me and asked if I was okay. I took out my phone, and dialled the number I knew was responsible for this.
"This is Jasper's phone! Please leave a message."
I gritted my teeth and said, "Listen here, you little shit. It was very nice of you to invite Angelo to this event, if it is because of his work. But if I find out this was a ploy to get my love interest to show up at a party just so you can all quiz him endlessly about our new relationship, I will end you, Jasper."
I hung up the phone and exhaled sharply. "Sorry about that, just needed to take care of some business."
Angelo offered me a shy smile and said, "I've already met them."
"Ah, but back then they were being restrained," I sighed. "Now they undoubtedly know that we're dating, thanks to Jasper, they will stop at nothing to delve into every tiny bit of your life and our relationship."
Angelo took my hand and kissed it. "I am sure I can handle it. And, if I can't, I shall hide in the bathrooms while you call a taxi."
"Deal," I groaned, and let him pull me along in the direction of my flat. My thoughts were on my friends the entire walk. I could just picture it; Edward shamelessly flirting, Ross and Jasper quizzing Angelo on every sexual position we'd been in, Raven asking him about his financial assets, my mothers loudly wondering if he was marriage material... I was so fucked.
"You are very distracted," Angelo laughed a little, taking my keys from me when we reached my flat.
"Just considering how quickly I can kill off my friendship group," I admitted.
"They can't be that bad." He laughed again, and let us into my flat. The first thing I saw was two condoms on the table and a bottle of lube with a ribbon tied around it. A note in Raven's handwriting said 'enjoy!' with a drawing of a penis next to it.
I gestured to it. "You were saying?"
Angelo looked at the gift we'd been left, and then turned to me and joked, "Perhaps if we poison a cocktail fishbowl, they'll go down together." He turned back to the gift and said, "Although I can't fault your friend for encouraging safe sex."
I pushed him towards the sofa, and he sat down chuckling at my embarrassed face. "On that subject, though," he said, and took out his phone. He showed me the screen, which was a PDF report of a full STI test. "This is not me announcing any expectations," he said quickly. "I'm happy with whatever level of protection you want. But I also wanted to make sure that you know my status, I tested negative for everything."
I took out my phone and showed him mine. "Got tested after Owen left," I said, and smiled. "I'm happy without condoms, because I don't intend on sleeping with anyone other than you."
Angelo's smile was adorable, wide and lazy. "Good," he said, and leaned over to kiss me. I felt my concerns about my friends float away from my brain, replaced by a happy, hazy feeling. I kissed him with all the happiness in the world, fully content with spending hours just kissing him.
"Tom," he murmured, pulling away slightly. "Trust me, you have no idea how much I want to keep going. But we have other things to discuss first."
"We do?" I asked, trying to clear the haze.
"Yes," he said, and then admitted, "I am going to cringe my way through this, so please bear with me." Interested, I watched his face slowly turn a reddish-pink colour, and he dropped his gaze to his hands. After a few moments of silence, he blurted out, "What you said the other day, about people assuming you're... umm... well, you know. People assume about me, because of my height and, umm..."
I decided to help him out. "People assume you're a top because you're big and strong, but you prefer to bottom?"
Angelo hid his face from me, and I laughed, pulling him in for a hug. "You're so ridiculous," I told him, kissing him on the nose. "There's nothing to be embarrassed about. I love topping people stronger than me. Honestly, I kind of get a power trip from it. And topping you? Well, let's just say during my many masturbation sessions thinking about it, my lasting time would make a teenager look good."
Angelo pulled back from me, and looked at me despite his embarrassment. "I... ugh, I'm no good at this, but I'm going to try. I want to be clear, even if does embarrass me."
I nodded. "No judgement here. Hit me."
He started and blurted out, "I was kind of hoping you'd be hitting me."
My brain blue-screened, gave me a 404 error message, and then tried to reboot. During that time, Angelo was babbling quickly about how I didn't have to do anything kinky if I didn't want to, and that obviously it would all be after discussing boundaries, and that he's not into anything too weird.
I held up my finger, indicating that I needed a moment, and Angelo fell silent. I took a deep breath and said, "Sorry, I think my brain just crashed picturing some stuff there." I took his hand and very seriously said, "I cannot express in words just how much I want to do all of that with you. As for anything 'too weird', trust me, been there, done that, want to do it again."
Angelo eyed me hesitantly and said, "Really? You're not put off?"
"Sweetie, I didn't think it was possible to want to sleep with you more," I emphasised. "Then you tell me you're a bottom and a sub? I think I might legitimately die of happiness right now."
He smiled shyly, and goddamn did that smile set off a thousand new fantasies in my head. I breathed out slowly and said, "In terms of kink, we will need to talk things through when we've both got significantly more of our mental faculties. I don't want to do anything kinky until we've figured out our boundaries there."
"Good, me too," Angelo replied, looking relieved.
"As for sex, I'm happy with most things," I grinned. "But I'm also happy not to have sex right now, and just spend time kissing you and watching movies. I realise this is only our second time hanging out together and-"
Angelo leaned back in, surprisingly confident for someone who was cringing his way to hell a minute prior, and kissed me. My 'are you sure?' died in my throat as his hand went straight to my jeans, palming my dick through the fabric. I practically whimpered instead, the sweet relief of it going straight to my head.
"Raven will kill us if we mess up the sofa," I managed to at least hold onto one sensible thought before it all left my brain. I grabbed Angelo's hand and got up, pulling him towards the bedroom. The second the door closed, his lips were back on mine. I breathed in the scent of him, pushing him up against the wall, a desperate need to have him naked and screaming my name overtaking my mind. My hands untucked his shirt as my lips found his neck, kissing and biting at his collarbone. I unbuttoned his shirt, pulling it off his body, marvelling at the sight of it. He was broad with strong arms, and I almost lost it altogether when I saw his chest was tattooed.
The tattoo stretched across his chest, an intricate and colourful arrangement of flowers. Some of them I knew, but some of them I had never seen before. They were beautiful, reds and oranges with verdant green stems and leaves. I had never seen anything like it, especially not on a man. It was beautiful.
"I love these," I kissed the flowers one at a time. "They suit you."
I heard him sigh happily, and then moan softly as my hands dropped down to his belt. He grabbed at the fabric of my shirt and said, "You are significantly more clothed than I am."
"Tough," I grinned, undoing his belt and sucking a careful mark just underneath the tattoo. His argument was lost to a noise of pleasure, and I took the opportunity to drop to my knees. "Stay still," I told him sternly.
"Having difficulty doing anything right now," Angelo murmured, his eyes closed as he wound his hands through my hair. I unbuckled his belt, unfastening it and discarding it next to me. I toyed with the buttons on his jeans, causing him to grumble and move a little.
I laughed. "Stay still."
Angelo stilled obediently and I briefly took a moment to thank any god that was listening for being a true wingman and sending me this incredible man. I kissed his stomach. "Good boy."
I heard a slight hitch in his breath when my lips met his skin, and he exhaled sharply as I undid the buttons of his jeans. I could feel heat radiating from him. Agonisingly slowly, I pulled his jeans and boxers down, and realised I was going to need several more moments to thank the gods for this man.
"I may be mostly a top," I whispered. "But don't misunderstand me - I am absolutely going to tie you up and ride you sometimes."
Angelo laughed in delight and said, "I will not complain."
I was no size queen - after all, I was not Edward - but his cock was huge and I was desperately thinking of everywhere I could put it. I settled for my mouth, my lips wrapping around the head as I sucked relentlessly. Angelo's hips bucked and I relaxed my throat to take it, but even I struggled a little to deep-throat him. God loves a trier though, so I tried.
"Fuck," he groaned, looking straight down at me. "Tom, you have no fucking idea-"
His words were drowned out by a moan as I got up, sensing his legs were not going to make it through this, and pushed him onto the bed. He landed with a thump, looking even more turned on just by me grabbing and shoving him. I growled and got back to work, sucking his cock while I worked my hand up and down, stroking what I couldn't comfortably fit in my mouth. His hands tentatively rested on my head and I nodded to encourage him. I loved people pulling my hair, even when I was in more of a dominant mood.
Angelo groaned and pulled on my hair firmly, and I felt a shudder creep down my spine slowly. His legs were bent, feet planted firmly on the mattress, and I used my free hand to tease up and down his legs, finding the sensitive spots on his skin. I hadn't been lying about enjoying topping people who seemed bigger or stronger than me; watching this beautiful creation come apart underneath me was incredible.
I felt sharp nails dig into my neck and I grinned, pulling my mouth off him. "Okay, that is one way to make me speed up."
Angelo huffed a sharp breath and grabbed hold of my chin before I could dip back down. He looked at me with a raised eyebrow and said, "Please dear god do not speed up. I want this to last, tesoro."
I felt my self-restraint try to fly out the window and pressed my forehead to his thigh while I desperately tried to hold onto it. Angelo chuckled at my slow, measured breathing, and said, "You know, if you like it that much, I can call you it more often."
I grinned and bit him lightly on his inner thigh, making him shiver. "Not unless you want this happening in your office."
Angelo groaned softly. "I want this happening everywhere."
The thought of fucking him in his office flooded my mind, bent over his desk with his tie wrapped around his wrists. I groaned as Angelo spread his legs wider. "Aren't you supposed to be painfully shy? What the hell happened to that?"
Angelo grinned lazily. "I can't help it, my inhibitions vanish when there's a cute boy between my thighs."
I roughly pushed his legs to the side and reached for my bedside table. Angelo's eyes went to the lube I pulled out the drawer, and his breath hitched slightly. I smeared lube on my fingers, watching his eyes turn pleading and needy as I slowly moved my hand down his body. He wriggled a little, an impatient noise rising from his lips, and I grinned, slowing my pace. Grumbling, Angelo took the hint and stilled, trying to control his movement. I laughed and quickly shifted, my fingertips gently teasing his hole. His eyes fluttered shut and he breathed deeply.
I'd had a lot of sex, and I wasn't ashamed of that fact. I knew exactly what I was doing with a guy. I was practiced and I was confident. But this was different. Angelo was different. He was so sensitive, gasping and writhing as I fingered him open, and it made my heart thump. I couldn't stop touching him everywhere, my free hand stroking his chest and his stomach, grabbing at his thigh. My lips showered him with kisses, finding every inch of skin I could to kiss.
His strong hands took hold of my body while I pushed another finger inside him, his nails digging into my back and shoulders. Soft murmurs flew from his mouth, Italian and English mixing together to form reverent sighs of pleasure. They became whimpers soon, begging me to do all kinds of things that had me closing my eyes and grinding against his thigh.
"Please," he moaned, trying to manhandle me into position. "Please, Tom, I need you inside me. Please, please, I just need you inside me."
I hadn't fucked anyone without a condom in a long time. Knowing that I was going in bare because I was committing to this man filled me with a possessive urge, and suddenly I needed it. I needed to fuck him, now, to make him mine, to watch him make faces and noises he would only make for me.
I leaned forwards and kissed him. "You ready, baby?"
"Ready," he breathed, kissing me again as I firmly, slowly pushed inside of him. I felt his whole body tense up and I kissed him harder, trying to relax him. It worked, so I kept going, kissing his jaw, his neck, his collarbone, as I slowly slid home. I grunted slightly; it was a surprising amount of effort to keep myself from just fucking him into the mattress. It felt so fucking good to be inside him, locked into position as Angelo wrapped his legs around my waist. He pulled me in for a searing kiss that turned into twin moans as I moved my hips.
I tried to go slowly, to ease him into it, but he looked into my eyes and whispered, "Tom, I'm not going to break. You don't have to worry. Give it to me."
And who the hell was I to deny that kind of request? I made a low, greedy noise, and gave it to him. I gave him everything I had. I fucked Angelo so hard I felt my thighs angrily demanding what the fuck I was doing to them. I railed him into the mattress, all the while locked into place by his strong legs. He took everything in his stride, tight and wet and crying out loudly for more.
"Touch yourself for me, baby," I ordered him, feeling nothing but pure bliss when I felt him follow the instruction, his hand pushing between us and stroking his cock as I fucked him. He moaned that he was close and I felt like the world whited out around me. My rhythm went off-beat and I felt him tighten up around me as he came, causing my orgasm to hit me like a freight train. I cursed loudly, barely keeping myself up, my forehead pressed into his chest. I heard the pounding of his heart - or was that my pulse in my ears?
Angelo's legs slid out of position as he slumped on the bed, and I just let myself flop on top of him, absolutely spent. His arms enclosed around me, keeping me in place on top of him, and he kissed my neck lazily.
"I should clean up," he murmured. "Don't want to ruin your sheets."
"Fuck my sheets," I snorted, refusing to move. "I'm comfortable."
Angelo sighed happily, and kissed my neck again. "Good, so am I."