Arthur had been working in his funny office for fifteen minutes when the door opened and Vince peeked in. That handsome man was wearing business casual attire and a wicked smile. His fingers curled around the edge of the door as his eyes lit up on Arthur's face. "Heeeeeeey ... so, I was wondering something."
"Weren't you supposed to leave the house for a meeting?" Arthur asked as he typed at the computer.
"Yeah ... I pushed that an hour ahead. Check my schedule."
Arthur put his hand on the mouse and did just what he was told. "Okay. Cool. What do you need?"
The smile only turned more unnerving. "I was thinking about sexually harassing you. Okay?"
Arthur's response was quick and rigid. "I'm working. Fuck off."
"Oh come onnnnnnn!" Vince's expression changed into something crabby. "It won't hurt anything."
Arthur picked up his notebook and hurled it at the door. "Working." Vince closed his eyes and laughed in his throat. Then Arthur said, "I'm working, Dude. Go look at porn or something."
Vince was smiling again. He also nodded like an indulgent mother that had just heard a child say something naive. "Okay, okay. Do your thing. I'll bug you later."
Arthur rolled his eyes as the door was closed.
A big, dopey weirdo.
That's who Vince was sometimes.
But he was sexy as hell and still the coolest guy around.
The phone rang. Arthur answered it. The voice sounded familiar, but Arthur shrugged the thought away.
Some moments later, another phone call. That voice was also familiar. In fact, Arthur was pretty sure that person had called only a day ago asking for the same thing he was now. Okay, whatever. Arthur took care of that and went back to the keyboard.
When it was time for lunch, Vince appeared with a fast food bag. He playfully dangled it in the air and gave a tantalizing question. "Do you want a chicken sandwich?"
"Shit," Arthur said as he walked up to clock out, "smells like some tasty trash."
"Everything in moderation, Artie." Vince said.
"Oh, so I'm Artie now?" Arthur let the camera take a photo of his face.
"Sure. You can call me Vinny if you want."
Arthur didn't really want to. It sounded girly. Arthur was much weaker and less intimidating than Vince was, but he wasn't girly and he didn't like typical girly things. Calling a man Vinny would make his masculine brain cringe.
In one of the kitchens, they ate their sugary, salty fast food, but they drank healthy fruit juices. Vince brought up something Arthur didn't expect. "Hey, how about I make some appointments for us to get tested?"
After a swallow of chicken and bread, Arthur said, "Oh, you mean for STDs? That's cool."
Nodding quite seriously, Vince said, "We'll have to get tested for everything possible."
Why the hell not? Arthur took a swig of his juice and said, "Okay. Do you think it's possible to get appointments around the same time?"
Making a gesture with a fry in his fingers, Vince said, "I'll make a call to PVMC. They'll sort us out as quickly and possible. If you have the money, private hospitals are the best."
"It's just as good to go to a small clinic or Planned Parenthood."
The other man chomped down on a bundle of fries, and then he took some of his drink and sighed. A salty finger was held up. "Okay first of all, fuck Planned Parenthood."
"Respect O Meter just went down another notch," Arthur said.
A second finger of Vince's rose. "I'll agree to disagree on that, but anyway, second of all, I'm hardheaded and I want to go to PVMC. So there. I'll pay the bills."
"Well ... okay." Arthur wiped his mouth with a paper towel. "Employees at private hospitals need to get paid too."
"It's my duty as a citizen to keep paying for things," Vince said very happily. "The more money people spend the better the economy, and I have a lot of money."
A few days later, after work, Arthur walked with Vince inside an elevator. They were going to the main garage. "I don't know how you got matching appointments for us," Arthur said as he adjusted his old quilted coat.
Putting a hand in a pocket of his double breasted, soft blue coat, Vince smiled at him. "Since I'm your ride, the first one to get done needs to wait on the other." His free hand went to the buttons.
The doors closed and the elevator moved. Arthur sighed. "It would be easier if you'd just let me take my car."
"But it wouldn't be fun."
One of Arthur's fingers moved up to scratch at his ear. "You're a walking contradiction. One minute, you're all, 'Oh no, don't tell anyone I'm rich.' The next you insist on taking the limousine."
Vince smoothed back some of his hair. Most of it was in a masculine topknot. "Yeah, but when I go to town in the limo, I don't scream my name to everyone and demand attention. I just like being the mysterious rich guy sometimes."
The elevator stopped. "Whatever," Arthur said. "Do you want to do anything after the hospital visit?"
"Of course." The doors opened. The men went on to the hallway, heading towards the door to the garage. "I want to go shopping."
"For what?"
"Random luxury shit, plus I think you'd look cute with a new watch."
Arthur flipped his coat's hood up. "What do I need a watch for? Cell phones are a thing."
They smoothly entered the garage. The expensive cars looked kind of lonely. Did Vince ever drive any of them, or were they just fancy trophies to him?
Vince's voice had a bit more darkness than normal as he said, "Well, you're getting a watch anyway, and some new clothes."
"What am I, a doll?" Arthur's crooked nose rose as if he was the snob.
This time, a driver opened the limousine's door for both men. Vince watched Arthur get in with a sharpness in his eyes. He almost looked angry. He even chewed on his bottom lip like he was seriously thinking about something bad.
"Are you okay?" Arthur asked.
He shrugged as heat blew out of his mouth. "Yeah." Then he got into the seat beside him.
***
Arthur fell back on his bed and let his arm fall over his closed eyes.
He kicked his shoes off of his aching feet. His coat was on the floor. What else was on the floor? Shopping bags. So many shopping bags.
They were full of stuff, mostly stuff Arthur didn't want but some things were cool. Lots of huge, glittering watches. A few big rings. Lots of cufflinks. Some apparently collectible pocketknives. A certain video game console that Arthur didn't want and wasn't planning on using, along with lots of physical copies of games. Bottles of shampoo and body wash that smelled like fantasy jungle vacations. Several shoes of varying styles. Clothing that had designer labels, including complete suits and some pocket squares. Different colognes with a wild range of scents. A few books. Some snacks and candy. Some comfy headphones. And a few manicure sets.
The last time Arthur joined Vince on a shopping trip, he'd mostly watched Vince burn through each store like a voracious, if polite, monster. Arthur had only purchased a few necessities while Vince got any stupid thing he thought was cool. So, when Vince decided that Arthur should have "a few things," Arthur had expected all the absurdity. That didn't make him any less exhausted in the end, though.
When Vince wanted to do something, he fucking did it. He didn't care how often Arthur said, "No thanks. I'm fine. Let's go somewhere else." Anytime Vince's eyes caught a neat thing he wanted to buy it for Arthur.
"I'm not your husband," Arthur whined to him perhaps an hour into the trip. "This isn't necessary."
Vince had ignored that and held a shirt over Arthur's torso.
Arthur rolled over on his bed twice. Then he rubbed his eyes with his knuckles.
A knock on his door.
"Hi! Did you get everything in your room?"
God damn it, Vince!!
Arthur sat up. "Aren't you tired?"
"Well ... yeah, but I want to be tired with you."
Arthur shrugged and stood up. "Okay, what do you want to do?" He slowly went to the door to unlock it.
"Hot tub?"
After he opened the door, Arthur closed his eyes, took a deep and miserably accepting breath, and said in a conquered whisper, "Of course you have a hot tub."
"At least three, I think," Vince said.
Arthur leaned into the tall, solid man, his cheek meeting a shoulder. "Okay. A soak in a hot tub sounds great."
The hot tub was in one of the gyms, sunken into a tiled floor. Just as Arthur had expected, it was pretty big and wasteful, and it was already bubbling. But he didn't say anything about it. He just changed into a simple pair of swim trunks and got in. Vince followed suit. He had on one of the tiniest swimsuits in the world. His dick's shape was very obvious. He put an arm around Arthur's shoulders and nuzzled his hair as their muscles loosened in the hot water.
Veeeeeeeeery nice.
Maybe the water relaxed Arthur's mouth, but after the men spoke of silly things for a while, he thought of breaking work rule number one. He said, "Hey, I was wondering about something."
"Hm?" Vince let his fingers dance on Arthur's arm. "Something you want?"
"No. I'm fine." Arthur put his thumb on one of Vince's smooth fingernails and lightly rubbed it. "A lot of my work is strange. All those numbers I have to keep typing, I mean, why hasn't someone else typed them out before they got to me? There are other secretaries or accountants in your business, right?"
Vince's nose went under Arthur's jaw. "I don't want to talk shop. I want to play."
Arthur sighed and put his fingers between Vince's. "Okay. Sorry. Didn't mean to stress you out."
And they kissed.
And kissed.
And licked at each other's teeth.
Sloshing the water around.
Easy touches. Nothing too draining.
They held each other, even let their legs tangle. When Arthur felt Vince's erection under the water, he tugged the little swimsuit down and stroked like crazy. Vince gently bit Arthur's lip, then released in a sliding motion. His murmur was hardly audible. "Let me have that mouth for a minute."
Arthur thought more than a minute would be fine. He let Vince go so he could climb out of the tub and sit on the floor with his legs dangling in the water. Still in the tub, Arthur got to his knees and pulled Vince's swimsuit off his ankles. He gripped Vince's thighs and put that wet cock head into his mouth, carefully lapping and flicking with his tongue. Behind the water, there was the strong aroma and flavor of musk, clean musk. His free hand slipped between Vince's thighs to carefully juggle his mildly hairy sack. Arthur didn't hate that hair at all.
