Mason felt like a zombie. The fluorescent overhead lights numbed his senses, allowing his hands to swiftly move across the keyboard without much thought. He tried to look out the window, but the blinds were drawn. Probably so the few remaining workers wouldn't realize how late it was. The blonde felt lethargic, like his face, arms, and legs were heavy despite the fact he kept busy completing his work. The granola bars and other snacks he packed weren't helping either. Mason's mind was totally removed from what he was doing.
He found himself in the restroom, staring at his own enervated face in the mirror. Dark bags had formed under his eyes, which were especially accentuated against his white skin. After splashing a bit of water on his face, he conjured up his ever-depleting supply of self-respect and decided that it was about time he went home. His work wasn't exactly finished, not that he could remember what he was doing anyway, but depriving himself of a good meal while working absurd hours into the night would only inhibit his workflow, right? So, Mason straightened up the collar of his red dress shirt, quickly fixed his hair, and headed out.
Pulling into the driveway, he noticed that the lights were off. Noah must have been asleep, which was fair considering that it was three in the morning. But, Mason still needed to eat. So, he tried to tiptoe around their house as quietly as possible, silently opening the fridge, the light temporarily blinding him, and swiftly shoving their leftover takeout into the microwave. However, this somnambulist device had no concerns for Mason's noise qualms and proceeded to blast through the food at decibels which should really be illegal. Not even a second later, a groan emanated from the depths of their room and the blonde feared that he was going to wake his husband up. One hasty decision later and he was eating frigid lo mein by himself in a dark room with a cheap, plastic fork.
Aiming to appreciate that good meal, Mason wolfed it down as quickly as possible and vowed to never do that again. As soon as he threw the carton away, a yawn escaped his lips and he figured that now was as good of a time as any to get some sleep. He went through his nightly routine: brushing his teeth, washing his face, only taking off his pants because he was too tired to fully change into pajamas, and completed it with a graceful flop onto his husband who groaned in response. Mason giggled, planting a greasy kiss on his partner's face.
Now that Mason was on top of him, he simply couldn't resist. He pulled Noah close, craving the mingling of their body heat, and peppered his sleeping husband with kisses. Having the larger man next to him made Mason feel secure. The fleeting fragrances of Noah's cologne made him smell of sandalwood and chestnuts. The blonde raked a coarse tongue up his husband's neck, savoring the intoxicating taste of light musk and sweat from sleeping under the covers on a warm night. Mason's member stirred, sleepily poking at his boxer briefs while he continued to shower his husband with love. Impulsively, the blonde stuck a hand down Noah's pajama bottoms, shivering when his delicate fingers met his man's cock. It was so thick even when flaccid that Mason had to stretch his hand to get it to fit around the entire thing. He used his fingers to spread the foreskin, playing with the beads of pre Noah secreted in his sleep. Soon enough, he was hard too and Mason took pleasure in jerking his sleepy husband off, fantasizing about what sort of lecherous dreams the big man was having. Mason was so absorbed in these fantasies that he didn't notice Noah shifting in his sleep and then opening his eyes. The result of which was a groggy shove to the blonde's chest to get him off of him.
"Not right now, love," came the response the blonde didn't want to hear. Mason pouted and rolled closer to his husband who, to his delight, wrapped an arm around him and pulled the smaller man to him. Mason giggled again and turned around so he could plant a kiss on his nose. Noah's face scrunched up and he said,
"Why does your breath smell like soy sauce?" Mason guffawed and stuck a finger in his husband's chest.
"I just brushed my teeth. But, more importantly," The horny blonde pulled down his boxers, revealing his hard cock. "Can we do something quick? I'm reaaaaaally pent up." He tried to use the saddest face he could muster, but his efforts were lost in the darkness of their room. Noah shook his head.
"Not in the mood tonight, sorry."
Mason frowned and pulled up his underwear and turned away from Noah, dejected. The larger man felt bad for his partner, but he was already on the verge of sleep again. A powerful yawn overpowered his will to do anything but melt into their bed and Mason fell asleep with the consolation prize of his husband's strong arms around him. When he woke up in the afternoon, the bed was empty, and his cock was still hard. He could feel the warmness of Noah's presence fading by the second, leaving him cold and confused. With a sigh, the blonde mustered up his remaining willpower and got ready for work.
The next day, Mason couldn't focus on his work at all. To be fair, it was difficult when he had an erection that wouldn't go away. It was hard enough as is to constantly hide his manhood under the desk. Add that on to the mind numbing work he had to get through and the whole operation became impossible. His boss gave him extra paperwork as well because he didn't finish everything yesterday. How was that supposed to help? Now he was even further behind! Mason slumped over his desk and groaned. He wasn't going to get any work done like this. The erection had to be dealt with.
Timidly, he got up from his desk, hands in his pockets to push his slacks forward so his cock was less noticeable, and sprinted to the restroom. When he got there, black and yellow caution tape was put in an X pattern over the door and a muscular stranger leaned next to it smoking a cigarette. Mason wasn't sure if that was even allowed indoors, but he didn't really care. All he could look at was how the stranger's black shirt fit tightly against his body, making his chest and arm pop out really nicely. It almost felt like he was trying to catch someone's attention. Drawing his eyes further downwards, Mason could see a really great looking bulge. This stranger was definitely a bull in Mason's mind. He really didn't care what others thought of him. He knew that he was hot and wanted to strut it. The most intimidating thing about him though was his piercing blue eyes that were currently staring into the blonde's soul.
"Need something?" the gruff voice asked.
God, he was hot. Mason's already turgid dick pounced against his pants harder than before, a dollop of pre spilling onto his underwear. Was he getting turned on just from the way someone talked? He really needed to check himself. There was a limit to how sexually frustrated a person could be. But, here was a previously unknown hunk standing right in front of him as if he was personally delivered from the heavens. Mason briefly looked around to make sure that he wasn't the only one seeing this hunk of a janitor. Once sure in his mental fortitude, he realized the opportunity he had here.
"Y-yes, actually," the blonde stammered before coughing and readjusting his posture. "I needed to use the restroom. Can you let me in?" The janitor playfully looked the caution tape up and down, pretending to be surprised by its existence.
"Closed for maintenance. Use the one downstairs," he said before returning to the cigarette. Mason looked at him incredulously. He was one of those dense ones, wasn't he? Shame that he chose a janitorial position. He could have made a killing in modeling. After a not-so-discreet lip bite, the blonde was moved to continue.
"I don't know where it is," Mason said with feigned ignorance. The hunk janitor scoffed. This man's lying was horrible. Anyone with functioning eyes would see the little guy's excitement growing by the second. Despite the rudimentary attempt, he decided to play along.
