Note: In this story, Blue and Harley make an appearance, but only as secondary characters. We'll see how it goes and if the characters cooperate with where I want to go. I once again had trouble with my computer (the word processing program this time), but I got it sorted within a few days.
As always, your comments are very welcome, as are your votes of course!
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Riley Scott didn't think he was anything special. At twenty-one, he had been in his job as a clerk in the accounting department of a medium-sized legal text publishing business for a year. He was glad that he didn't have to wear suits, because they made him feel uncomfortable. Since people didn't often drop in, especially not in the accounting department, he could get away with a more casual dress. The company even allowed jeans, so long as it wasn't too often and they weren't ripped up.
If anything, Riley would say he was average, bordering just a bit too much on the cute side. He had light brown hair, which he wore short in the back and longer in the front. This allowed him to have his eyes hidden when he leaned forward, but not so much that it was inappropriate in an office setting. His eyes were green, and he thought his lashes were too long.
He'd inherited his mother's delicate bone structure. That was a curse when he was in school, as it garnered him attention he would rather have avoided. He never was much into sports, other than the occasional game for fun, so his delicate build, along with a lack of musculature, meant the jocks and other popular people targeted him as being gay. It was true, of course, but it wasn't something he would have advertised in school. Once it became clear to him that there was no point in hiding it, he admitted it and rode out the storm. He wasn't tall or short, being a respectable five foot ten, but when coupled with his build, he seemed smaller than he was.
Life for Riley Scott was pretty typical for a young gay man, nothing out of the ordinary at all. The other kids picked on him in school, though they didn't beat him up except for a few rare occasions that were more a punch or two than an actual beating. The taunts and teases he found he could live with. He had a best friend who wasn't quite as comfortable around him, but never completely dropped him. There were other friends who also stood by him.
His family didn't condemn him or throw him out of their lives, but they didn't know how to treat him and didn't understand his new lifestyle. All in all, nothing special. Some had it better than he did, while others were in worse situations.
A new friend of his, Blue Evans, definitely had it worse than he did. Some things Blue didn't talk about, but those he did mention were terrible enough. Riley couldn't imagine how he would cope if he had to deal with even a fraction of what Blue did. It all worked out for Blue, who was in a committed relationship with veterinarian Harley Barlow, who was as sweet a man as Riley ever met.
Ever since he was in school, and accepted that he loved other men rather than women, Riley knew what he was looking for. Not just the actual type of man he was looking for, but how that man would see Riley. The last thing, or almost last thing, Riley wanted was someone who looked at him as only a twink. He knew he looked like a twink with his slender build and cute looks, but that wasn't what he wanted people to like him for.
Six months after starting work at
Legal Editions
, one of the executives began paying attention to him. Hunter Nelson was one of the younger executives, a nephew of one of the two founders. He was smart enough to have gained his position on his own merits rather than because of family connections.
During the last end-of-year rush, Riley found himself working late for a couple of weeks, and ate his dinner at a nearby café. Hunter, also working late, joined him at a table after they saw each other for a couple of days. Rather than treat him as most did, a pretty face without too many brains, Hunter talked to Riley about work, asking his opinion on different aspects. That was the first time Riley felt that twinge in his belly.
A couple of weeks after those dinners, Hunter tracked him down in the cafeteria at work and discretely asked if they could meet after work. Riley turned him down. He didn't think it was a good idea for them to be involved outside of work. It therefore surprised him that after just a few minutes, he changed his answer.
After that day, things accelerated to a level Riley didn't think possible for him. He couldn't seem to control himself around Hunter. Halfway through their dinner, the two men found themselves in the bathroom of the restaurant, Riley sucking a beautiful cock. He'd barely finished swallowing when someone came in and the two men decided not to chance staying there longer.
The next Monday at work, Riley was in Hunter's office instead of going for coffee on his break. This time, Hunter was undoing Riley's trousers when the phone rang to interrupt them.
Since this was Riley's first real relationship, other than quick blowjobs in a bar, he had some trouble with the secretive nature. Their co-workers couldn't see them together, which meant neither could go to the other's apartment. Riley had two roommates, one also from accounting, and the other who worked one of the printing machines. Hunter owned a condo on his own, but his uncle lived on the same floor and often dropped by without any warning.
Some interaction between the two didn't matter, but they had to be very careful. Riley didn't really care. When they were together, there was time for some kissing and other intimate touching. Hunter always managed to make time for him and was very attentive during those times. He didn't ignore Riley when they encountered each other with others around, he just wasn't as open and touchy-feely.
The only person Riley told about the relationship was Blue. Blue worked for the call center that shared the building and they often met for lunch in the joint cafeteria when Riley wasn't otherwise occupied. Blue had some reservations about the relationship, but other than voicing his concern a few times, he didn't try and discourage Riley at all.
"Hunter told me last night that he has an appointment with a real estate agent on Saturday to find a new place," Riley confided to Blue. They were in Blue and Harley's home, so Riley didn't worry about someone overhearing him. "He said he's tired of us not having more time together than we do now."
"That's great. I honestly don't know if I could be as patient as the two of you have been." Riley saw Blue bite worriedly at his lower lip, but thought it was about the lasagne they were working on. "Hasn't he ever taken you to a hotel?"
"We discussed it, but he feels those beds aren't the most sanitary."
Blue nodded and continued biting his lip. Riley started to wonder what Blue was thinking. "And he didn't want to come here when I offered you the use of the place while Harley and I were away last weekend?"
