All Characters in this story are above 18 years of age.
"He smells amazing," Daniel thought, pressing his waist back into Sean's firm torso, making room as the others packed into the elevator, grinding gently against his crotch. He watched as the elevator passed floor after floor, biting his lip as Sean began thrusting lightly against his ass. Glancing around nervously, he made sure no one else paid attention as he rubbed his cheeks slowly along the bulge poking into him.
They were quiet the whole ride down, touching but ready to separate if someone caught on.
As the elevator arrived at the basement, Sean exited first, tracing his pinky across Daniel's hand before turning right and walking briskly to his car. Daniel watched him leave, eyes glossy with fantasies about the two of them together and how he would taste.
"How long are we going to keep doing this?" Daniel thought to himself while pulling out of the parking lot. Night after night, they worked together, and night after night ended the same. It was all he thought of from morning until bed.
Luckily, the wait would soon be over.
The Next Day
Subject: Overtime
Hi Daniel,
Layla called in sick earlier today, to meet next week's deadline I will need you to stay for overtime. Come visit my office at 4 and we'll sort out the details for later.
Regards,
Sean
Daniel's eyes lit up as he read the email, tonight would be only the two of them working together. He glanced over to Sean's desk where he was on the phone, fingers pressed against his temple, having a difficult conversation. Overtime was the last thing he wanted on a Friday, but when it came to Sean he was happy to make an exception. That would go for anyth--
"Danny!"
Daniel swiveled around to see Mark, glowering over at him, a stack of paperwork in hand. "Uh yea, hey Mark. What's up?" said Daniel. Mark shook his head "What's up? I asked you for these documents an hour ago and you're here fucking around as usual. What are you even doing?"
"Sorry boss, really. I think I just lost track of time, won't happen again I swear" said Daniel.
"You're right it won't, next time you'll be going home without a job. Get your shit together" said Mark before storming off. Daniel stuck up the middle finger to Mark's back as he left, "Dickhead" he thought.
Turning back towards Sean's office Daniel saw him watching from his desk, he felt his face turn a deep, flushed red, burning with embarrassment. Locking eyes he smiled nervously and mouthed, "I'm sorry" with a half shrug. Sean just shook his head and turned back to the pile of sheets that covered his desk,
"Real smooth, Danny, real smooth" Daniel thought to himself.
4 PM
Daniel saved the most recent update of the presentation being prepared for next week and transferred a copy to his USB. After logging out and grabbing his bags, he made his way over to Sean's office and knocked on the door.
"Come in!"
Daniel stepped into the office and saw him hunched over the computer, typing furiously on the keyboard. "Hey Sean, how it going?" he said as he hung up his coat and pulled out the new designs he had been working on earlier.
"Not good, I've been going back and forth all day with the Angelo's. I think they're ready to pull out" said Sean. He slumped back against his chair, closing his eyes and sighing deeply. "We've got to really knock it out of the park at our next pitch meeting or we can forget the account, and our monthly targets."
"Don't worry, we'll be fine. The teams working night and day, it's one of our best concepts to date, and we have Sean Stone leading with the magic touch," said Daniel smiling.
"Really? From what I saw between you and Mark earlier, looks like not much is happening and the "team" isn't really pulling together, you hear what I'm saying?" said Sean sternly. Daniel felt his stomach turn, he never knew with Sean. One moment a warm and kindly man, the next a pillar of stone, tough, cold and unwavering.
Daniel's eyes fell to the floor "I um... you're right. How I behaved was unprofessional and I should have handled the situation better". Sean stared him down "I don't really know what to do with you Daniel, I know you work hard, I see you staying late, I see a lot of potential but then I turn around and you're acting like this".
Daniel swallowed "I'm sorry, I don't know what to say. But from here on out I'll keep on top of it and anything you need, just say the word". He squirmed in his chair, this wasn't how he planned this meeting going but he felt ready to melt as Sean fixed his gaze on him.
Sean stood and faced towards the window, "Alright, whatever you say". Daniel eyed Sean up and down, older around 50, with a large belly stuffed into his pants, firm barreled chest, broad rounded shoulders like bowling balls that ran into a pair of meaty arms he dreamed wrapping around him. All dressed and packed into a fine, tight suit that bulged in all the right places.
"I have the designs you asked me to work on last week. If you'd like we—"
"To be honest Daniel I didn't ask you to come to talk about the project, I'm here to talk about you" Sean interrupted. "I'm going to be very upfront, I'm thinking about laying you off". Daniel's heart plunged, "Fuck, Fuck, Fuck" Daniel thought as he sat upright. He quickly responded "I am so sorry, Sean. Really, I'll do whatever it takes. I need this job, what am I—"
"Be quiet and let me finish, if you'll do whatever it takes then I need you to listen," said Sean. "I said I was thinking about it, it's not a for sure thing. And working together these past few nights have really shown me the quality of work you're capable of" said Sean.